Hero High: A New Dawn

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Project X was going nowhere. Millions of dollars of research wasted, the budget, threatening to be cut, reputations tanked. And then, there was a breakthrough, although he felt suspect calling it that since he didn’t even know what the breakthrough was. One moment he was performing experiments on a box that might have occult and supernatural properties and the next moment there was a voice that said, “Your wish has been granted mortal, you will find the power that you seek. You will regret it. The world will regret it”

And then well, that was it. An open box and a strange voice that only the indication he got that something was different.

Until he spontaneously gained the ability to breathe fire and burned himself to death in his house the next day.

The government snapped up the research, putting the project behind 10,000 layers of security and making everything about it disappear from the eyes of anyone who did not have top secret clearance to better protect it from the Soviet Union. Little did they know it was too late. That particular researcher, as they learned several years later to their chagrin, was not the only one who’d gained powers. .2 % of all the babies born in the world had.

Now in 2019, nearly .2% of the world’s population has powers, and many governments including the US have set up schools as part of the Heroes program, to ensure their particular superhuman weapons remain an asset to their respective governments, and not a threat, or at the very least, do not become a threat to society at large. The most famous and prestigious of these schools is Hero High, utterly unique in that it’s privately funded, and well connected to boot. It’s students are said to be guaranteed an admission to practically any university in the world, Harvard and Yale included, and its alumni have gone on to be very successful in all fields of life. Despite its high profile, next to nothing is known about the headmaster running the school, or how a school for heroes was even allowed to be privately funded, or the thousands of strange and unexplained phenomenons that are said to go on behind the high walls of the school. Some say the school is located in the remote mountains of New Hampshire to hide the dead bodies of students, others think it’s “private school” boast is empty and that it too serves the interests of the US government just in unique ways. Whatever the truth, it is the most competitive high school in the world to get into.


Acceptance Letter:


Hello prospective students,

Congratulations, due to your excellent test scores and the personality assessments we have received from our scouts, we believe you would be an excellent fit for this academy. If you are interested, please show up for orientation on August 31 at 11 AM. Don’t be late.

Welcome to Hero High

Character sheet:

Name:

Physical appearance (optional):

Powers:

Background(optional):

Threat Level:

S - a threat to the world, reserved for certain npcs (Superman)

A - a national threat (Wonderwoman)

B - Can overwhelm a particular state’s national guard (The Human Torch)

C - Can overwhelm the local police (Spiderman)

D - Can be subdued with some difficulty by the police (Catman)

F - A slightly enhanced human (Batman)

Layout:
Hero High is less a “school” and more like a human ecosystem unto itself, carved on the slopes of a remote New Hampshire mountainside. You enter through the front gates, and before you lies a well trodden dirt path. On the right is the administrative building where the headmaster sits. It’s a massive imposing building which seemed to have less windows then holes in the walls. It settles onto the landscape like an iron fist. To the left is a library built in the gothic style, with its large arches and towers, it seems less like a real thing existing in this world and more like a building displaced in time. The shadows in the interior promise mystery. These are the only two buildings until nearly two miles down the road, where the school itself sits.

It’s not a very impressive building, and looks more like someone was designing a jail before they checked the employer’s request and realized they were supposed to be building a school. Scattered around the school are alot of other education buildings - labs, auditoriums, gyms and of course buildings to cater to every conceivable interest. You almost whistle at the sheer display of money that the school just flexed. The club budget might legit be equivalent to the income of a tinpot dictator in the third world. The combined staff to run this must be greater then the population of a small town. And in fact, there is a small town around this campus made up off the staff that live near here.

Off at the very back of the property, almost five miles from the entrance lies the dorm rooms. They’re very spacious affairs, with the rooms containing a kitchen and their own bathrooms, as well as leading out to a common cafeteria for those who can’t cook their own food. It’s a very luxurious setup but you can’t help but feel the design of the dorm rooms discourages you from getting to know anyone else, the better to make it so no one asks questions if you disappear …

You shake off that depressing thought. You’ve never given any credence to the conspiracy theories floating around the school.

Because the population of Hero high is so large and because there are no towns nearby, there are several stores that have been approved by the school to set up shop to the east of the school. To the west of the school there’s nothing but a large swathe of wilderness, perfect for testing one’s powers, or for hiding more unsavory things.


Intro: Welcome to Hero High, where you play as a superpowered individual going to a private boarding school for super powered individuals. Wrapped in layers of mystery and intrigue, the school hides an earth shattering secret, and is the locus of unexplained events, but you don’t necessarily have to care about that if you don’t want to. As the GM of this game, I’ll be creating events to drive the narrative, with each subsequent event building off what the previous event established. As the story goes on there might be some kind of “side quest/main event” system where side quests are integrated into the main event


Note: I already have an orientation written out that I will put up after signups, to give everyone a chance to establish their characters, before laying out the first event
 
Name: Jonathan Wang

Age:
17

Physical appearance:



Powers:
Mentalism

Jonathan has powerful mental powers. He can mentally probe someone's mind, the difficulty being dependent on the intelligence and mental resistance of the target, and find out about their desires and wishes while also being able to witness their memories. Jonathan also has the ability to using his mental strength to persuade people to do his bidding. Their willingness depends on their inhibitions, mental defense and intelligence and the effects of Jonathan's mind control can last from only a few minutes to an hour. Jonathan can mentally control more than one people at once but the more people he tries to control, the harder it becomes for him to focus and he may lose control.

Background:

Jonathan is a volunteer for the Hero High. An older student who has already completed partially the program of the school, he has been tasked with aiding the younger new students find their place in the school. His good social skills also mean that he can aid students with whatever mental problems they may have.

Threat Level:


D - Can be subdued with some difficulty by the police (Catman)
 
Name: Lucy Dormer

Physical appearance: Long flowing brown hair and green eyes. Typically wears glasses and sports omnipresent heavy bags under her eyes. Usually wears a hoodie slightly too big for her. Is short for her age, and slightly overweight. Tends to be spotted reading and studying constantly, along with drinking energy drinks.

Powers: Waking Energy Siphon. While staring into someone else's eyes, Lucy can steal energy from them causing them to grow increasingly tired and sleep deprived. In return Lucy can use this energy to avoid sleep, which is beneficial to her as she suffers from severe nightmares and sleep paralysis.

Background: Born in a nameless town in rural Kentucky, Lucy was once a rather big fish in a rather small pond. She fancied herself a burgeoning renaissance woman, thinking "If there's a skill to learn, I will learn it. If there's a fact to be known, I will know it." There's no end to her myriad interests and prior to her entry into Hero High she would sit fairly comfortably at the top of her class on most subjects, barring ones that require physical exertion. For most people simple time would be prohibit one from learning too many trades, but with Lucy's power of being a vampire of energy she has found ways to stay up for days on end learning and practicing to her heart's content.

This has led to her being mighty arrogant over her abilities and intellect. She abhors spending time with other people, at least when she is not trying to show off, as she considers it wasted time. Only time will tell what she will do when she meets other superpowered individuals for the first time in her life, and potentially find herself outclassed.

Threat Level: F
 
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Name: Laurel Willis, AKA the Wordsmith (Gilbert's favorite), the Libriomancer, or the Bookbreaker (his favorite). He's still workshopping his superhero name with Gilbert.

Physical appearance (optional): Tall and muscular, a classic football quarterback build. Shoulder-length brown tied back in a ponytail. Brown eyes. Wears his old letterman jacket. 15 years old.
Spoiler Appearance :


Powers:
Libriomancer: He can reach inside books and pull objects out from them. The objects are limited to physically match the size of the book, as he must physically pull them through the page, and their power is tied to his own. There is a soft limit to how much he can pull from books tied to his own power, with each object effectively reserving a portion of his power and the abilities of exceptionally powerful objects being reduced. After using objects he has to return them to their books to regain the portion reserved by the objects and even if he doesn't they tend to break down into goop after a few hours. Further he can only pull objects from books that are sufficiently well-read, this limit being quite vague but seems to fall around roughly a million copies read.

Background(optional): Laurel's power didn't trigger until he was well into his second year of middle school, having become the star quarterback of his football team and alpha jock of the school. Not wanting to ruin his image he recruited a pet nerd, one Gilbert Skolnick, to help him pick out books and generally be the smart guy. Gilbert also helped him on his application to the Hero Academy, likely the only reason he passed the academic portion was Gilbert feeding him answers through an iris camera and subdermal earpiece ripped straight from Artemis Fowl. While Gilbert doesn't attend Hero Academy due to his lack of powers, Laurel does stay in touch as he's a very useful resource for him.

Threat Level:
C: With ready access to both books and his nerd, along with a bit of time to prep, he can pull out the perfect tool for any job, from sci-fi guns to hi-tech protective gear to weird magic stuff he barely understands and can only slightly use.
D: W/O his pet nerd on call to tell him which books are best or a substantial collection on hand. He typically carries a couple travel copies of books so that he has a few tools or weapons on hand.
F: W/O any books. He's stronger than most people, being a fairly good athlete, and has taken some basic martial arts, but is nothing exceptional
 
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Name: Mallory Charbonneau
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Place of Birth: Montreal, Canada
Personality: Mallory come off as cynical, very aloof, creepy, and little snide when it come to interacting with other people including those closest to her. This behavior of her stem from the fact that she is socially awkward and sometimes can't find the right word to express herself. Mallory social disorder problem, has been with her since she was young and has given her grief as it has cause others to misunderstand her.
Physical Description: Mallory stand at about 5'6 and weight about 149 lbs. She has long black hair that she ties in a braided ponytail with a single cowlick on top of her head and her eyes color is grayish. Mallory has grayish skin complexion which at first may signal to other that she in poor health but doctor discover later that skin color complexion stems from her power more then health condition. Mallory choice of clothing tends to be dark in color with a mixture white. She has a spider tattoo that she keep hidden use her power.
Hobbies: Mallory has great talent in the literal arts being that she great at drawing and she has a share passion for poems even those most of them are on the morbid side of the spectrum. This passion in her love for poems sometime even bleed out in interaction with other as she quote verses form some of her favorite poems.
Physical appearance:
Spoiler Mallory Appearance (Face, Body, and Left Side) :
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Powers:
Ink Manipulation - Mallory can shape and manipulate ink including moving ink, change the color, consistency/viscosity between solid and liquid. Mallory can also manipulation ink that has been printed/written/tattooed and can write/scribe/tattoo without tools by manipulating ink.

Background(optional): Mallory was born a wholesome family with 2 younger sibling in the city of Montreal home to the Canada strongest hero Mr. Canada and his team the MLS (Maple Leaf Squad). Mallory was the black sheep of the family as unlike her siblings who were charismatic and nice she was consider very odd and aloof. This behavior of her also reflected in the school she went to as her parents would always get called in due to the trouble she cause on a daily basis and it didn't help that many of her peer thought of her as that creepy goth girl which resulted in her not having any friends. This continue for years to comes until when Mallory at the age of 15 and discover her power and kept it a secret for sometime until little incident involving her and 3 popular girls. The incident was the final straw the school principal and expelled her. Knowing of her power and that regular school wouldn't change her way the parent decide for her own good to send her to Hero Academy in hope of this school help discipline her and make her a better person.

Threat Level: D - Can be subdued with some difficulty by the police
 
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Name: Vanessa Vastag
Age: 16
Appearance:
Spoiler Appearance an such :

Place of Birth: Budapest, Hungary
Powers:
Duplication - Vanessa can instantly create duplicates of herself that possess her physical and mental abilities. Her duplicates spawn by "unmerging" from the first Vanessa, copying any items on her person, such as clothing, and multiple Vanessa's function similarly to a hive mind and share an empathic connection with one another. Her duplicates manifest indefinitely, though they will vanish if Vanessa loses concentration, and a powerful blow will cause a Vanessa to de-manifest as well. Because the Vanessa's function as a hive mind, there is no "Prime Vanessa" that copies originate from; every Vanessa is treated as a duplicate until all but one de-manifest, usually the last one created.

Vanessa can create up to five of herself without serious effort, and going beyond that limit can cause Vanessa to lose concentration if she performs strenuous mental activity. She can go beyond the limit if her duplicates perform simple tasks (such as piling on an enemy or lifting something heavy), and while there is theoretically no limit to how many of her there can be, she can't really create more then a dozen before she becomes too lightheaded to focus and loses concentration.

Background: Vanessa is no simple child from a normal family. She was in fact born into high society, being the daughter of the famous Formula One driver James Vastag, as well as the granddaughter of the legendary racer Tiberius Vastag, whose racing goggles she wears as a keepsake. Vanessa was a minor celebrity from the day she was born, thanks to the tabloids having a field day with speculation about whether or not Mrs. Vastag was actually her mother or not, and as she grew up the limelight helped her to develop her natural charisma, spontaneous adrenaline-fueled attitude, and her rather monumental ego, all of which made her a rather famous face, at least in Europe.

Things got a little more complicated (or in Vanessa's mind, more exciting), when her powers first manifested and her father came home to discover Vanessa getting her hair done up by a second Vanessa. Once they figured out what was going on, several EU and NATO military institutions came knocking to offer Vanessa a free scholarship in exchange for "a couple tests", but James Vastag instead elected to send her overseas to Hero High at the advice of some friends of his who happened to be monetarily involved with the HH project. One school can barely contain someone like Vanessa, but it'll be a treat to see if Hero High can manage multiple Vanessa Vastags!

Power Level: C
 
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An excerpt from Gilbert's notes from July, 2019
Spoiler Trials 31-34 :


Trial 31: Blind testing, three distinct books

Subject had three books placed in front of him. To the left was the Lord of the Rings (‘97 printing), in the center was War and Peace (‘88 printing), to the right was the Adventures of Huckleberry Finn (‘93 printing)

Subject was told to try and pull Sting from the books, beginning with the right. Subject successfully pulled Sting from the first book immediately (time of 2 seconds from reaching into book to withdrawing Sting). Subject failed to pull Sting from the second book after 32 seconds of trying. Subject failed to draw Sting from third book after 28 seconds of trying.


Trial 32: Blind testing, three distinct books, same object in two books

Subject had three books placed in front of him. To the left was the Lord of the Rings (‘97 printing), in the center was War and Peace, to the right was the Hobbit (‘97 printing)

Subject was told to try and pull Sting from the books, beginning with the right. Subject successfully pulled Sting from the first book immediately (time of 2 seconds from reaching into book to withdrawing Sting). Subject failed to pull Sting from the second book after 29 seconds of trying. Subject successfully pulled Sting from third book immediately (time of 1.8 seconds from reaching into book to withdrawing Sting). Both Stings existed at the same time and were visually identical. Unsure if magical properties were identical due to lack of orcs. Subject said that he just couldn’t find it in the second book.


Trial 33: Blind testing, three books, two books the same, one different, same object in all books

Subject had three books placed in front of him. To the left was the Lord of the Rings (‘97 printing), in the center was an identical copy of the Lord of the Rings (‘97 printing), to the right was the Hobbit (‘97 printing)

Subject was told to try and pull Sting from the books, beginning with the right. Subject successfully pulled Sting from the first book immediately (time of 2 seconds from reaching into book to withdrawing Sting). Subject successfully pulled Sting from the second book immediately (time of 1.8 seconds from reaching into book to withdrawing Sting). Subject failed to pull Sting from the third book, after 31 seconds of trying. Subject says that it felt like it should’ve been there, but he couldn’t find it.


Trial 34: Blind testing, three books, two books the same but different printings, one different, same object in all books

Subject had three books placed in front of him. To the left was the Lord of the Rings (‘97 printing), in the center was a similar copy of the Lord of the Rings (‘05 printing, different formatting but no edits), to the right was the Hobbit (‘97 printing)

Subject was told to try and pull Sting from the books, beginning with the right. Subject successfully pulled Sting from the first book immediately (time of 2 seconds from reaching into book to withdrawing Sting). Subject successfully pulled Sting from the second book immediately (time of 1.8 seconds from reaching into book to withdrawing Sting). Subject failed to pull Sting from the third book, after 49 seconds of trying. Subject says that it felt like it should’ve been there, but he couldn’t find it. Subject then threatened to use blindfold to tie tester to tree if we didn’t stop with the blind tests, waving around sword in an alarming manner. Tester decided to end trials for the day.


Notes:

The printing of the book continues to have no effect on the object removed from them so long as there were no ‘major’ editorial changes (added or substantially rewritten chapters). Seriously misprinted copies seem to be useless for the purposes of drawing objects, I believe this means that the intelligence behind the power considers them different from the original books and therefor would need to have been read on its own by a large enough group of people. The fact that the object removed from one edition can’t also be removed from a different edition reinforces this idea, as seen in Trials 3 and 17, where the same object couldn’t removed from the same book or identical copies of the same book respectively multiple times without being replaced between attempts. The description of the object being ‘missing’ was also identical to the previous trials.

Next will test to see if translations are counted as the same book.

 
Name: Jeremy Ford

Physical Appearance: Jeremy is noticeably below average height and weight, a good description would be “scrawny”. He wears a Japanese School Uniform, although it doesn’t really fit him very well and looks slightly too big. He has also done extensive modifications on it, adding a lot of personal items in the vein of characters from Part 3 and 4 of JJBA.

Powers: 『Who's Watching Me?』 Precognitive Kinetic Telepathy - Jeremy has the ability to read people’s actions before they do them. Experts call this ability “precognitive kinetic telepathy”, although Jeremy thinks that’s a lame name and he calls his stand “Who’s Watching Me?”, named after the song Somebody’s Watching Me by Rockwell. This power is useful in fights as he can predict what his opponent is going to do before they can do it. The power only allows him to “mindread” into the future by a few seconds. This includes speech, allowing him to emulate his favourite Jojo (Joseph) and mock his opponents by saying out loud what they were next going to say before they even have a chance to say it! This ability is also good at being able to read the abilities of other people's powers, which allows him to indulge in one of his favourite pastimes – giving people's superpowers stand names.

Background: Jeremy has always wanted a “stand”, even before he discovered Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure (JJBA). He often did crazy stunts, such as riding down hills in a very unsafe “buggy” that was actually a modified wheelbarrow, in a misguided attempt to activate superpowers. The buggy incident caused him to end up bedridden for two months, during which he binged JJBA and become the weeb that we all know and love today. A little while after this incident, his powers awoke. Seeing the great potential in his powers (as he puts it, his stand has development potential rank A), the Australian Government recommended him to go to the Tyler Roman Academy.

Jeremy is a massive weeb, which is obvious through almost any interactions with him. Jeremy physically incapable of hiding his powerlevels, which is embarrassing for everyone meeting him (and it really should be embarrassing for him). He will often go into re-enacting scenes from his favourite anime, Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure, or generally acting like a character from that series. He also has an obsession with naming people’s powers (including his own) after song/band names and referring to them as “stands”, which is another obvious Jojoke. He’s also very socially awkward and is bad at reading the room. However, deep down he has a good heart and genuinely cares for things like justice and his friends and goes out of his way to make sure people are having a good time.

Threat Level: D - Seeing a few seconds into the future allows him to avoid attacks for a prolonged period of time, but the lack of other superhuman abilities will mean he is liable to being overwhelmed by a large number of "normal" opponents or someone who is physically faster than him.
 
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Name: Araceli Holguín y Muguruza (or Araceli Holguín in Yanqui naming conventions)

Physical appearance: Perhaps Araceli's most immediately defining feature is her hair: dyed a bright royal blue, it is kept long, down to her back, but is kept mostly unkempt, beyond the cursory combing for maintenance. Bright, emerald green eyes compliment her hair, which contrasts with her light olive skin that betrays her mestizo heritage.

Araceli is almost never seen without her trademark leather jacket, which is adorned with numerous patches related to the music scene of her native Monterrey, along with the general counterculture of the city. A typical outfit may include a baggy, tattered dress with a frayed hemline, combined with combat boots. Ever since discovering her powers, Araceli has taken to wearing yellow, as she believes it compliments her electricity-based powers.

Araceli also carries around with her an electric guitar, which she is almost never seen without. It is a black Fender Jaguar, with a custom paintjob involving yellow streaks all over the body to evoke lightning bolts. Araceli refers to it affectionately as "El Reyo", and can be often be found gently strumming it on the courtyard, if not outright playing it.

Personality: Araceli is bold, brash, and pompous. She envisions herself as the next big rock star, and Araceli makes sure that everyone knows it. If the center of attention isn't on her, Araceli will make sure that it will be by the end of the interaction. A slight hedonistic streak permeates through her character; nearly every choice she makes is based on how much fun she'll have doing it. Araceli is very adventurous, and is always willing to do new and exciting things despite any risks.

Araceli is always worried about putting on the best show possible. Whether it is a concert, or in a fight, it is better to fail spectacularly than to succeed in a boring, stiffed way. This desire to be creative can help her out in a pinch, by finding unexpected solutions to a problem, but can in other ways grab defeat out of the jaws of victory. But, its ok if not every idea works out; there's always a grander, stupider idea to try out the next day.

However, despite this extroverted, easygoing personality, Araceli is noticeably adverse to getting deeply personal in her relationships. While she wants everyone to like her, and will go great lengths to get on everyone's good side (or, at the very least, those she respects' good side), Araceli is very quick to erect walls and distance herself if she feels the relationship is getting too close. She equally clams up if some pries too closely into her history, getting outright hostile if they persist.

Powers: Araceli has the ability to manipulate her physiology in order to turn herself (and anything she is holding) into pure electricity. At the present, this mostly manifests in an ability to subsume herself into an electric current and travel it at its current speed, an act Araceli likes to describe as riding the lightning. While being able to move at near-relativistic speeds is extremely useful for locomotion, it is limited in the sense that she must be within close distance to the exposed current to make the jump, requires a certain degree of voltage to work, and can only travel as far as the circuit goes.

Araceli, under stress, can try to maintain this form while staying relatively motionless (when you can move at near-relativistic speeds, everything else seems motionless). However, given a lack of training on this department, it remains very unstable, and she does not know the true capabilities of her elemental form. One thing she has discovered is that she can also partially transform herself, leaving most of her body intact. Araceli mostly uses it as a cool effect when shredding her guitar, turning the tips of her fingers into static electricity as she plays an impressive solo.

Background:
TBE

Threat Level: Theoretically could go up to B, possibly even A, but in her current state, Araceli couldn't be ranked any higher than C
 
"This is bullsh*!"

"Tomyris, be reasonable."

"No!"

She stomped through the house in long strides, going from the dust-covered dining room with the peeling wallpaper into the main hall. She put one hand on the front door.

"Young lady, you are not going to walk off on me. On this! Do you have any idea what a good opportunity this is?"

She laughed hollowly. "Oh, it's a great opportunity now to be shanghaied off to some weirdo private school? Like, no, that doesn't make me think of Dangan Ronpa at all."

"Honey, that's - it's completely different." James Dartanian rubbed his forehead sullenly for half a moment before renewing the assault. Why did he show her that stupid game? “That’s a damn fantasy story. This is real life. A chance for you to make a difference and - and to do something with your life.”

Tomyris scoffed, placing one hand on her hip. “I am doing something with my life. And not at the behest of some faceless goddamn corporate hacks.”

“Honey, baby, how do you think you’re going to get into a good art school? Don’t you think this would look really good on your resume?”

Her ears burned at that. He was right, but she refused to give him the satisfaction. “Oh, yeah, I’m sure it’d really help my prospects to tell everyone I’ve got some weirdo X-Man sh** superhero mutation.”

“Honey. Nobody is taking it like that except weirdos on the fringe who insist on making themselves the victim! You don’t wanna live like that. This is the opportunity of a lifetime - this is how you’re going to make it and get out of - of this ghetto-ass establishment!”

That did it. The letter still clutched in her right hand, she latched onto the handle of her backpack like a stork, and kicked the door open, manhandling the knob beneath the crumpled-up letter. She heard no further words from him until the door was already closed again.

Her feet carried her, on autopilot, to the park nearby. It was dark. Street lamps made halos in the empty parking lot near the greenspace. Not bad, for Baltimore, honestly. She counted herself lucky to be able to come here.

Into the thicket she went, down a slight incline to the edge of a still pond, sewage runoff. She fumed for uncounted minutes until finally she cast her glance back down at the letter. Yeah. Opportunity of a lifetime.



Hello prospective students,

Congratulations, due to your excellent test scores and the personality assessments we have received from our scouts, we believe you would be an excellent fit for this academy. If you are interested, please show up for orientation on August 31 at 11 AM. Don’t be late.

Welcome to Hero High


Name: Tomyris Dartanian

Physical appearance (optional):

Powers:

The supernatural identified as subject Theta-One has a paranatural ability identified by this bureau as “Atom Splitting.” Subject Theta-One is capable of splitting atoms through exertion of mental effort and physical contact. Atoms are split randomly based on an inexplicable pattern of physical contact. Theoretically this grants her an exceptional lethality in close combat; the application of for example an open-palmed attack might allow for powerful concussive blasts, armor sundering, or disintegration. It is not known how this ability is regulated except that its unpredictability is linked to quantum fluctuation which our testing was not equipped to verify (will need to contact CERN and negotiate tests on this point) and that this was also influenced by the mood of the subject. Subject Theta-One, when distressed, has little ability to regulate the destructive potential of the ability. The nature of it allows for a sufficient mass of dense material to produce a thermonuclear detonation. This possibility is distinctly remote, however, and would require contact with an item of density near to 1 over the Planck constant (i.e. a neutron star). It is possible that in addition to an ability to manipulate the strong and weak nuclear forces demonstrated here there is an ability to manipulate EMF and gravitational fields, as evidenced by other certain effects demonstrated in the tests that cannot be explained. The scope and magnitude of the powers demonstrated force the bureau to recommend a threat level of “A.”

Background(optional):

Subject Theta-One is the only daughter of James Dartanian, an African-American factory worker from Baltimore. Our dossier on James indicates he was accepted to Cornell, but dropped out in his third year and was indicted on felony drug possession charges later that year. It is speculated the two events are connected. After leaving prison he became married to one “Moyo Jita” for whom we have no records. She is, apparently, deceased. It is claimed on the proof of citizenship documents for Subject Theta-One that the mother was of Mongolian citizenship. Subject Theta-One was raised in Baltimore by Mr. Dartanian, as far as we can tell, alone. She received a citation when she was 14 by the Baltimore Police Department for loitering and uncivil behavior. She has been expelled from at least one public school. The necessary precautions should be doubled for this student.




She briefly thought about her name. Tomyris. What a weird name. Her dad was tripping on some bullsh** with that one, that's for sure.

She looked at the still pond thoughtfully. It was murky, filled with mud and sludge, and the half-clouded moonlight was reflected perfectly on the black water. She couldn’t really stay here, she knew. That bridge was crossed.

Casting a weary gaze up at the sky, she wondered to herself, “How is Trudy taking it?”


 
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An excerpt from Gilbert's notes, June of 2019
Spoiler Trials 01-04 :
Trial 1: One book, cash money

Subject had Artemis Fowl: The Arctic Incident (‘03 printing) placed in front of him. Subject was told to try and pull the briefcase full of cash from the book. Subject reached into the book going roughly elbow deep (about 40 cm) but failed to retrieve the briefcase, stating that it wouldn’t fit through the page. Instead the subject pulled out several hundred dollars in American $20 dollar bills ($380, nonsequential and unmarked) from the book (time of 19.8 seconds from reaching into book to retrieving cash). Tester turned on stopwatch at this time. Subject then went to purchase some snacks before continuing.

Addendum: Cash turned into jelly-like substance after three hours and eighteen minutes.


Trial 2: One book, lightsaber

Subject had Heir to the Empire (‘92 printing) placed in front of him. Subject was told to try and retrieve Luke’s lightsaber from the book. Subject reached into the book, again roughly 40 cm, and successfully retrieved the lightsaber (time of 3.9 seconds from reaching into book to withdrawing lightsabre). After about forty seconds we determined how to activate the lightsaber (it was the large button, not the rotary dial) and proceeded to test its effectiveness on various objects. It passed through a wooden fencepost easily, had slight resistance through a cinder block, and took some effort to cut through a large granite boulder. Blade seemed to be exceedingly hot but contained, so the heat wasn’t felt until you were within 1 cm of the blade. Adjusting the rotary dial affected the blade length as expected. Lightsabre was returned to book after subject dropped it and almost hit their own foot.


Trial 3: One book, C-Cube

Subject had Artemis Fowl: The Eternity Code placed in front of him. Subject was told to try and retrieve the C-Cube from the book. Subject reached into the book and successfully retrieved the C-Cube (time of 3.7 seconds from reaching into book to withdrawing C-Cube). Subject and Tester spent the next twelve minutes unsuccessfully trying to get the C-Cube to function. Tester then realized the Subject had retrieved the C-Cube when it was still locked.


Trial 3.5: One book, C-Cube, unlocked

Subject reached into the book to retrieve the unlocked C-Cube. Subject failed, stating that it wasn’t there (time of 48 seconds from reaching into book to giving up). Subject then put the locked C-Cube back into the book and tried again. This time he was able to retrieve the C-Cube again (time of 3.6 seconds). Subject and Tester spent the next eighteen minutes trying to get the C-Cube to access local satellites, but were unable to get the C-Cube to do anything besides a light buzzing and displaying Artemis Fowl’s smiling face. Subject then pulled out the lightsabre and bisected the cube before returning both to their respective books.


Trial 4: One book, live testing

Subject had Watership Down (‘75 printing, large hardcover edition) placed in front of them. Subject was told to retrieve Hazel the rabbit from the book. After some hesitation subject reached into book and successfully retrieved rabbit (time of 3.4 seconds). Hazel immediately began convulsing in subject’s hand after being retrieved and blood came from its eyes, ears, mouth, and nostrils. Subject dropped Hazel and ran.
Testing was concluded for the day. Further testing of living creatures has been tabled indefinitely and proposed tests of retrieving humans have been cancelled.
 


Trudy Osore


Background: A girl from Virginia with a somewhat Asian appearance. Multiple choice ancestry with an estranged father and a micro-managey mother. Learned how to use a knife from her grandfather and also a few friends in Baltimore. Has an affinity for cutesie J-pop music, although she denies this heavily.

She picked up hunting with her grandfather from a young age, and learned how to use firearms and butcher animals from him. It is is not something she considers an essential life skill, although she appreciates the additional mystique that the skillset affords her.

Unusually tall for her age at 172 cm (and still growing), she has been the subject of both quite a few teasing and admiration over the past few years. However, people often seem unsettled by the way she moves in uncanny, almost stop-motionlike manner as well as her somewhat elongated arms and legs.

Her empowered abilities were discovered during a soccer match when she apparently inadvertently kicked a ball hard enough to break the goalie’s bones.

Personality: Somewhat reclusive and standoffish. Tends not to have opinion on most subjects. A bit of a doormat and quite gullible in most circumstances and will easily fold under pressure. Has a strangely mischievous and sadistic streak despite her own gullibility. Easily flustered.

One thing she hates more than anything else in the world are mind-affecting powers.

Physical Description: 172 cm. 63 kg. Somewhat elongated legs and arms. Grey-eyed with freckles with a vaguely Asian appearance of non-descript heritage.

Powers and Abilities: Contact-Telekinesis/Hyperkinetic abilities

While Subject Gamma-7 was initially believed to be a physically enhanced individual, further testing with her powers as well as comparison to Subject Gamma-6 have shown that her powers were, in fact, contact-based telekinesis and hyperkinetic mind.

Subject Gamma 7 appear to have been using this power unconsciously throughout her life and now seem entirely dependent on her power for survival. See Incident Log Gamma-47 in which the initial subdual of the subject using power-suppressant drugs resulted nearly in unintentional termination.

Subject Gamma-7 appear to be capable of self-enhancing her movement, accelerating and decelerating parts of her body faster than should be physically possible. Materials that she is in immediate contact with also do not appear to behave naturally. Thrown objects seem more accurate. She has been observed clinging to smooth, vertical surfaces. Platforms that should not support her body weight regardless supports her. She does not seem to be actively capable of controlling this power. In fact, often times, being instructed to attempt further control of her abilities resulted in her losing all control instead, resulting in injuries.

Based on tests, we have determined that she unconsciously projects a protective field around her body capable of deflecting projectiles from standard 9mm firearms. She failed to replicate this phenomenon when told to do so consciously, resulting in minor injury. Further testing with higher caliber weapons have been banned due to risk of serious injury.

Based on results of extensive testing, her neural patterns exhibit significant anomalies compared to baseline humanity, showing greater than normal brain activity when processing movement, numerical, physical motion and sensory data, and lower than expected for emotional or social behavior. This appears to allow her to easily pick up physical skills or calculate necessary trajectories of thrown or fired weapons.

Based on her psych profile as well as results of physical tests, we have determined her threat rating to be: C.

Please forward the attached waivers and legal documents from Subject Gamma-7’s guardians to our legal counsel for safekeeping.


Spoiler Trudy :
Imagine for instance, that you are Trudy Osore--a weirdly tall and lanky girl of ambiguous ancestry and skin color, but a clearly Japanese surname. You moved constantly through your life because of circumstances that you couldn’t control, and so grew to never quite bother making permanent friends.

Then you come to Virginia because your mother got work at some shady government ministry collecting data on some metahuman freakazoids and meet, perhaps almost for the first time, other group of vaguely-Asian looking creeps in the states. People here are jackasses though, and can’t get over how your name is too Western or how your skin is a bit too white, so you learn to quickly tune them out. Besides, weren’t you going to get shipped out soon anyways? Mother always seem to get better paying jobs elsewhere after a few months, so why bother being too stressed out over this? Just ignore a few rude remarks and you can have an almost human interaction for a short period of time that you know these people.

Better to just kick their asses in video games while you still have the chance to gloat.

Then, surprise, you *don’t* move. And now you have to endure being ogled at for being ‘tall’ or ‘exotic’ or ‘weird’ with the guys and girls you grew up with (you hesitate, still, to use the term ‘friends’).

Did I mention you have a twin sister?

Well you didn’t know because she lives with dad and nobody ever bothered to tell you. Well, mother figured out that your sister was some kind of superhuman weirdo from her work, and now thinks you may be super too. Bloody silly. Videos she shows you has some stranger with your face floating a few inches off the ground. As if you could ever do something like that--not with so much weight on your shoulders.

She starts doing a lot of things to prove you are ‘special’ Results, inconclusive.

A whole year of this passes before she finally gives up, let’s you free from the specialized regimen and testing protocols to test your ‘telekinetic’ powers. You should feel happy about this, but you don’t. Now she doesn't even show up for your soccer match. You feel angry, and that’s when you stop ignoring those weird voices inside your own head that’s been promising you oh so very much.

There’s a girl on the other side of the field. She’s happy, and something about her just pisses you off the wrong way. The voice tells you exactly where and how to kick.

So you do.

There are screams and shouts. The coach grabs onto your shoulders, screams “What did you do?” You should be scared, but you aren’t because, if anything, the smell of blood and sound of screaming only makes you excited in all the wrong ways.

So you punch him and send him flying. Now, you are really in f**king trouble.

All those years of pretending to be a good child, learning pacifist philosophies from figures around the globe. Wasted in the first conflict.

Eventually the police force arrives with your mother and dart you with a suppressant drug. You still can’t tell if the look on your mother’s face as you passed out was that of shock or glee.





Cassidy Fitzgerald


Background: Trudy Osore’s identical twin sister living with her father in Chicago. Estranged since early childhood for reasons neither are keen on discussing. Cass discovered her metahuman qualities much earlier than Trudy’s, and have far greater control over her abilities than her estranged sister.


Appearances: Despite being identical twins, Cassie’s usual appearance now divulges quite heavily from her sister. Of similar build and weight, but Cassie appears to lack a similarly elongated legs and arms as her twin sister--likely due to active interference from her powers. With the dyed hair and with makeups removed, however, it may be hard to tell the difference between them in passing.

Usually floats from the ground using her powers.

Height: 172 cm

Weight: 64 kg

Personality: Aloof, uncaring, with a slightly cruel streak. Does not fold under pressure. It is hard to find anything in particular that she cares about other than her appearances, which she carefully regulates with her powers. Regardless, she’s quite the social butterfly, almost effortlessly infiltrating most social gatherings. Almost completely unflappable.

Powers: Contact-telekinesis + Hyperkinesis

Subject Gamma-6 appear to have the power to telekinetically regulate her own body functions as well impose force on the area around her. Subject Gamma-6 appears to use this ability to consciously regulate her own body’s growth, keep herself clean, and levitate from the ground. Theoretically, she may be able to use this power to lift or launch heavy objects, although she has never been observed using her abilities in such manners. Unlike Gamma-7, she appears to be able to use this power to finely manipulate tools and objects at a microscopic level..

As observed with similar mental-related powers, we have determined that Subject Gamma-6’s neural behavior exhibit significant anomalies when compared with baseline human neural patterns. Subject Gamma-6 appear to be capable of actively processing numerical, physical, and probabilistic data at a much more rapid rate than baseline humanity, but exhibit much less capability to form emotional or empathic connection.

Neural and biological architecture show significant divergence from baseline humanity. It is theorized that Subject Gamma-6 consciously manipulate her own physiology with her telekinesis to better suit her purposes.

Subject Gamma-6 appears either unable or unwilling to manipulate other humans biological architecture, or even objects currently being used by them.

Unlike Gamma-7, Subject Gamma-6 show little vulnerability to mind-affecting powers, likely due to one of her 'edits.' She seems either unable or unwilling to pick up physical and motor skills as quickly as Subject Gamma-7.

Based on Subject Gamma-6’s personality analysis, as well observations of her telekinetic powers, we have assigned Threat Rating of D to Subject Gamma-6. We, however warn that this threat rating may severely underrate the danger she may pose to electronic, mechanical, and even social systems if given opportunity to interfere with their designs.

Spoiler Cass :

GRAVITY IS DESIRE

It matters not to those who lack earthly desires.

Begone, she decreed, and gravity no longer held sway. This, she proclaimed, was true freedom--to be free of the gravity of not only earth, but of men.
 
The chairman:
Spoiler :

Name: [Redacted]

Appearances: [Redacted]


Power: [Redacted]


Threat level: [Redacted]


Background: [Redacted] he established hero high around the end of the Cold War and turned the school into what can only be called his own little personal fiefdom with a tighter lock on information then North Korea


The student council president

Spoiler :

Name: Christian Brown

Appearance: Christian is short for his age at five foot two with silky brown hair he spends too much time in front of a mirror obsessing. He wears suits and ties regularly no matter how hot or uncomfortable it is. He has a pair of old spectacles that give him a distinguished intellectual appearance

Power: Explosion - Christian has the power to create explosions. These explosions are created through fireballs which he throws. The strength of these explosions can vary depending on his will from explosions weaker then a firework in the palm of his hand to powerful explosions with the range and power of artillery. He has the theoretical range of up to a hundred miles but his accuracy drops sharply if he cannot see the target. His powers also have a cool down based on the range and strength of the fireball.

Threat level A: Christian’s power could devastate a conventional military in an initial volley but eventually their artillery would hit back

Background: Christian was born to a graduate of Hero High who went on to MIT and then NASA. He was therefore raised to believe in the mission of the school and the necessary task of protecting its secrets but he also believes in making the schooling experience as worthwhile as possible. As student council president he is calm and collected under pressure and takes his role seriously. He spends hours in from of a mirror in order to help project his image of competency. He has, from birth had aspirations to lead, believed in himself as a leader, as someone who can buckle down and meet a challenge and succeed.

He despises nihilism, believing that every person has a purpose, and they should embrace their purpose with their life.



The head enforcer

Spoiler :

Name:Grimm

Appearance: Grimm is one of the largest students in the school at 6 feet 8 inches and has the build of a tank. He has messy black hair and wears the enforcer uniform which is always a little too tight on him

Power: Regenerative Immortality- Grimm has a ridiculous healing factor - he has been electrocuted, shot, set on fire, drowned, and murdered in just about every way known to man, and still managed to keep living. No one’s even approached anything close to the limits of his abilities yet, but from what has been seen it’s theorized that even if he were reduced to only a single living cell left, it would take him ten minutes to regenerate completely.

Threat Level: A - He can quite literally survive a nuclear explosion, however, he does not have any abilities on top of his healing, so he can be dealt with quite easily by restraining him or caging him

Background: Grimm is quite unlike Christian in almost every way possible - where Christian was born into an upper middle class family, Grimm was quite literally born in a gutter. Possibly, his dad told him this while higher than a kite, and is cagey about everything when he’s sober. Coming from a broken family, without a support, network, Grimm didn’t have the most stable of emotional, or mental states. So he tried to eat a bullet in middle school, and lived. This is how he first found about his powers. Life didn't really improve for Grimm after that. His father, hitherto barely a presence in his life, retreated even further after getting hooked on opiods. And Grimm, well Grimm stopped giving a damn about anything after that. He courted trouble, and for the remainder of his middle school years, seemed headed down the path of self destruction (smoking, drinking, committing petty crimes, getting into fights), not caring one bit because by some twist of irony, he couldn’t actually self destruct. Somehow, he ended up as the enforcer of the student council of Hero High, one of the few students privy to the school’s greatest secret. He did not lose his attitude developed from those lonely and tough years. He quite clearly could not give a damn about anything that happens to the school or its students, and he doesn’t take the secrets of the school very seriously either, liking to poke fun at the way school tries to pretend and all the weird horsehocky that happens, as well as referring to himself and the other student council members as Vichy’s (in reference to the French collaborators with the Nazis). His most basic way of interacting with the world is an irreverent joking that hides a deep sense of resentment to the hand life has dealt him




Some more on the setting:


The introduction of superpowers to the world changed almost everything. From a national perspective, a superpower was a resource to be controlled. And so countries began building systems to control super powered individuals. Most of these efforts in western nations looked like a system of segregated state backed public education schools designed to isolate super powered individuals from the public school system so they don’t hurt others, as well indoctrinate them to the values of the state. In America, it was decided that it was perfectly sensible, and desirable even, to allow private schools in on the action. Hero High was the first, established right at the end of the Cold War, and raised many eyebrows at the time, with most theorizing there were some credence to the rumors that one of Reagan’s grandchildrens turned up with powers. And that was the start of the movement - as a way for the children of the rich and powerful to keep their children from having to mix with the plebians. And then, some very wise souls learned there was money to be made in education and this went doubly so for the rising population of superpowered children. And so with the charter school movement gaining steam in the 90’s, they made their push. The movement to privatize superpower education received a boost with Citizens United, with money free to flow to state and national legislators to push for less transparency, less accountability. And so the situation is today - with the school system in America for superpowered children being largely in private hands, with a few smatterings of state schools around, and a ridiculous amount of money changing hands from the public purse to private hands.


Note: Due to a request by an interested player, update 0 will be held off until Monday.
 
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Is he willing to stop evil, but unable to?

Then why call him God?

Is he able to stop evil, but unwilling?

Then he is malevolent.

Is he both able and willing to stop evil?

Then why am I still alive?

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Cass 1/13

I don't work the same as other people.

Cut me open. Dig through my guts. You'll see the same blood and organs as with eveyrone else.

It's just my brain, you see. There's just something about it.

It's been twisted, you understand, by something that thought it would be fun.

Or perhaps not.

Maybe it's just the world is twisted around it.

Probably not though.

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Cass 2/13

A REVELATION
A BENEDICTION
A SUPERSTITION

All falsehoods yet the only truths.

Think to yourself--do you truly know if the Earth is round?

Have you drifted high enough into the air like I have to see for yourself the curvatures of the earth?

Have you ever been to the Dakotas, or do you assume that it exists because people wiser than you have insisted that it does?

It is impossible to know or understand anything fully in this world. Faith is the only bastion that keeps us grounded.

I have no faith, that's why I keep floating around like a jackass.

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Cass 3/13

Sometimes I hurt people.

Then I wake up and realize it's only a dream.

I laugh and try to calm my beating heart.

Then once my core is settled,

I think about hurting other people.

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Cass 4/14

Sometimes I get these brief moments of lucidity.

No, that's not the right word to use.

But it's like, nothing that came before it matters.

It hits me like a wall and, before I know it, it's gone again.

But in these brief moments of... Apprehension, yes! Apprehension! I see the world not as it is, or as it should be, but rather, as what it could be. I drop to my knees and my heart begins to pump so much that I can start feeling the pulse in my wrists.

I shake and shiver, and when I rise again, there is always that smile on my face.

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Cass 5/13

God created me and my kind.

We were put on this planet to,

and I quote the instructions carved into my mind,

to help.

Help?

Help.

HELP HELP HELP SEND HELP

One of us taught children the greatness of electricity

One of us taught how being on fire may not be the best life decision

One of us taught how being strong may not necessarily give us wisdom

And me and my sister were born on this earth

WITH SO MUCH ANGER AND HATRED IN OUR HEARTS THAT IT MAKES ME WANT TO PUKE WHENEVER I F**KING THINK ABOUT IT.

And God created us

To Help.

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Cass 6/13

Heroes don't have to smash faces in and fight villains, the psych tells me. Sometimes, heroes can just become heroes by saving lives and overcoming their demons.

dude, how do I do that?

Well first, you have to overcome your own anger issues, the psych recommends me.

But I don't have any anger issues.

What do you mean?

I'm actually pretty happy right now.

I'm calling bullcrap on that.

No, I'm pretty serious.

You've told me once before that your heart is filled with anger and hate, and you can't stop thinking about how to hurt other people. Has that changed?

Nope, still old me.

Then you consider yourself as having anger issues?

No, I'm pretty happy. I mean, I learned how to tie people up with zip ties the other day.

Miss Fitzgerald, I must recommend that you stop indulging your fantasies even in academic manner.

I'm not hurting anyone, don't see what the big deal is.

But if you are happy, Miss Fitzgerald, why do you do any of this?

Because I can, I guess.

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Cass 7/13

Ugh, here comes that bloody lucidity or whatever.

Sometimes my head clears up. My mind turns less red and I drop to the floor like a sack of bricks. Feels like slamming into a wall. I pick myself up from the ground and float back to my home whenever this happens. See, it's a pretty nice opportunity to finally get some work done.

I mold metal with my fingers. lay tiny roads of glass and gold upon plastic and shards of iron. I only stop when I can see something blinking back at me. I cradle it against my chest. I breathe in and out.

I begin to have what you call olfactory hallucinations.

When my purpose is complete, I begin to see the world as not what it could be, but what it is and what it should be.

It terrifies me.

And everything turns into haze again.

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Chairman 8/13

I received an invitation from a strange man. A doctor, who thought he could fix me. Thought he could fix the world.

I didn't need fixing, said my friends and family. What do you mean by fixing anyways? Cassidy didn't need no fixing, she's a stable and well adjusted teen with lots of friends.

I asked that same question, do you remember, doctor? I asked you what you meant by fixing me.

I asked you that because it felt too creepy to admit that I knew exactly what you were talking about.

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REDACTED 9/13

REDACTED BY THE ORDER OF HER MAJESTY

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Trudine 10/13

Today, I learned that my sister is coming to school with me.

We'll have so much fun.
 
Lucy was quietly reading her English textbook as she was about to be dropped off at her bus stop on the way home from school. As it finally made its stop, she shoved the book into her bag and grabbed her violin. That's when she noticed a large handful of students gawking at what Lucy guessed was her house down the street. She decided to pay them no mind, her classmates were all a bunch of losers anyway. Walking down the aisle, Lucy passed a girl who was doing something other than staring. The girl, named Annabelle and who Lucy has the misfortune of being the partner of during last week's History Club-sponsored camping trip, was instead snickering to herself. But once again Lucy decided to pay no mind to this.

Stepping off the bus into the cool March air, Lucy quickly made her way down the street. While she more than anyone else could probably afford to take her time, in her mind she had homework to do, tests to study for, and songs to practice for orchestra. However all these thoughts were discarded when she finally noticed what her fellow students were ogling. There was a black and white vehicle parked in her house's driveway, with HICKMAN COUNTY SHERIFF printed on the side.

Lucy's mother was at the door when she arrived. Shushing Lucy as she tried to ask what was going on, she ushered her daughter inside and ordered her to go upstairs to her room. Lucy complied, but first she had to pass through the living room to do so. There she found a balding, rotund man sitting in a chair who was wearing a policeman's uniform. Lucy's eyes lingered on the man as she passed by, though strangely the man avoided her gaze, instead glancing down at his shoes while she was in the room. She turned the corner and headed upstairs, her mind racing at this point.

Have her parents done something wrong?

Has she done something wrong!?

No, there was no way that was the case. The Dormer family is known to be upstanding citizens. Lucy's father manages the town's only grocery store and used to volunteer for the firefighters, and Lucy's mother was a loving stay-at-home parent. And Lucy herself had never erred in school. She was a straight-A student, top of her class, never got in trouble, and the best violin player that ever graced its halls, that last one according to her mother. The only thing that could possibly be the cause would be...

With a start Lucy raced to her room and tossed her school supplies onto her bed. Then, quiet as a mouse, she tip-toed back to the top of the stairs and gazed down. At the bottom she could see shadows, and from where she was she could hear her parents talking with the sheriff. What they were discussing confirmed her suspicions.

The sheriff was explaining in vivid detail and in no uncertain terms that knowingly harboring a superhuman and lying to federal agencies about them was a felony. He then went on to explain that he had received a tip a few days ago that Lucy might be a superhuman and, now with some regret in his voice, he was forced to pass it along. Silence passed for a few seconds, before the sheriff cleared his throat and went on to inform her parents that federal agents will likely arrive sometime later this week in order to verify this claim. Again, Mr. and Mrs. Dormer were silent.

"Did you or did you not know about your daughter's alleged abilities?" Lucy could hear him ask.

"We..." her father began, "We started to suspect something was up recently."

What a bold-faced lie, Lucy thought. She had been using her power since she was 7, and her parents dang well knew about it. They even counseled her to avoid sleep-overs or extended school trips where others could catch her not sleeping. Just last week she had the twist their arm into letting her go with the History Club on their camping trip while visiting an old Civil War site. Of course Lucy stayed up all night with a flashlight reading about the battle, but her partner Annabelle was sleeping soundly in their tent all night. Lucy made sure of that.

Lucy spent the rest of the conversation trying to piece together how she could have been caught, engrossed in her thoughts and not paying attention to what was going on downstairs. Finally the front door closing shook her back into focus and she crept into her room to avoid being caught eavesdropping. A few minutes passed before there was a knock at her door. Before Lucy could respond her mother opened it and came inside. Lucy stared down at her feet as her mother solemnly walked across the room and sat down on Lucy's bed next to her. She gave Lucy a little side hug in an attempt to comfort her daughter.

"Lucy, we have something to tell you."
 
Cass 11/13

GRAVITY IS DESIRE.

If you took a rocketship into space at say, eleventh century, would you have burst through into a heaven full of angels?

Would you be able to look down and see that the earth is indeed flat, and that demons lurk beneath the plane that all of human civilization rests upon?

What a silly question, the answer is of course: Yes.

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Cass 12/13

GRAVITY IS DESIRE

Gravity is more than just the simple attraction between matter. Humanity and Culture projects its own gravity into reality.

YOU MUST FEEL IN THIS AND SUCH MANNER.

IF YOU ARE SOMETHING X, THEN YOU ARE SOMETHING X

TRUTH IS TRUTH

WE CAN FIND A BETTER WAY IF YOU CAN JUST TRUST ONE ANOTHER

We thus organize the world into these truths. We become productive. We fall in love with these rules and obligations, and ultimately, we forget to notice how self-referential these things are.

And given a range of purposes and desires, one goal always triumphs over all the rest: the desire and purpose of defeating and absorbing all other purposes.

Think about two warriors facing one another. If any one of them had spent a single second into thinking or learning poetry, compassion, or art, they would be at a disadvantage compared with the other warrior. A singularity is the destiny of all smart systems--empty, voracious, and every part of itself thinking of nothing other than consumption and expansion.

Unless somebody is there kick them around for being silly.

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Cass 13/13

GRAVITY IS DESIRE

They'll crush us too, you know?

Our powers, our abilities, our souls

They allow us to escape gravity of our planet. For some of us, this is literal.

We can do things that the laws of our world would not normally allow. We are allowed to be more than what would naturally be possible. For a moment, our momentum keeps us clear and free.

But humanity loves us. It wants us. In their desire for us, they will crush us into their singularity. We may be free for now, but soon, they will seek to tie us with tiny strings of obligations and relations until we can't help but be them.

It is destiny, as inevitable as gravity.

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Unless we crush them first.
 
Name: Elena Todorova

Physical appearance (optional):



[Her skin turns greyer during her vampiric power activation.]

Powers:

H.H EE DIVISION
AGENT summer glau
FINAL CONCLUSION REPORT
01/01/2019


The discovery of Elena Dimitrova - henceforth referred as E.D - and her gift - are something of an accident. Somewhere in the first quarter of 2018, we've received reports of "supernatural charisma" in the vicinity of a private school in Sofia. As our investigation soon showed, this is actually a part of a pattern established for the last three (3) or four (4) years, where people find E.D extremely amicable, and, later on, "attractive", even if she is relatively average-looking, strictly speaking. The reason this became a story is due to a robbery that occurred in the vicinity of the Veda Deutsche Schule - her educational institution up to this moment. Evidently, what happened is that she got drunk and separated from her "friends" (or perhaps thralls?), which got them upset, and they went looking for her, only to find her being threatened by a man, known in police records as A.F. Using the power of numbers, they managed to take him by surprise with strange zeal, and later on, reported him to the police. Further interviews reveal that they have had very misty memory of the events, something further corroborated by the talks we had with A.F; he seems to lack a clear timeline for a large part of the event that transpired

This forced surveillance on E.D. Using the fact that E.D was slacking in her Deutsch learning, I've succeeded to integrate within her near vicinity as a private tutor of hers, alongside a larger group of other students. Soon enough, it became clear that E.D does, in fact, possess superhero powers; after a week of interactions, it became clear that the previous robbery situation was not, in fact, a result of a high-adrenaline altercation, but the definitive workings of her powers. That I managed to write this report shows my superb skills as a H.H operative. Nevertheless.

This is her "passive" power, that of Charismatic Presence, but soon enough, the events developed in a way that was not quite foreseen. I succeeded to acquire property near her parents' address - something which her Mother found to be such a lovely "coincidence" and that it'd serve to her learning the language much easier if every now and then the two of them - that is to say, E.D and E.D's Mother - would come and visit me. A proposal I rejected, as that would be, well, suspicious, to say the least. Things were beginning to accelerate very fast, however. E.D is 16, and in a rather...heated relationship with her classmate, A.H. This is where it is pertinent to mention that he did not appear to be under the influence of her ability - nor were her parents, which refers to a possible modicum of control over how it works.

With all that said, however, during one of the fights she had with him, her body began to transform into something different - which I'll term as a "vampire" - as her skin turned grey, and she pushed him away down into the ground. A cracking sound, presumably from A.H's ribs, could be heard. This is where I had to, unfortunately, step in. The other reason I'm using the word vampire is due to the fact that she then bit into the neck of A.H. This is where we had to intervene. As I jumped into her line of sight, she almost immediately noticed me - clearly, her instincts - and as I soon learned - her speed - were superhuman. I drew out my shotgun and E.D stopped in her midst, right in front me, but I don't think it was because of anything I did, but rather, E.D's horrified mother standing outside to check out what the ruckus was all about. This seems to have snapped her out of her form, as she sort of collapsed on her knees. This isn't exactly the best way to introduce what's going on here, but still, at least no one is hurt. Well, too badly, anyway. I had to call an ambulance, and afterwards, The Talk.

ADDENDUM: In addition, it seems that after blood tests were ran, it appears that E.D needs to sustain herself with blood, in order to use her power.

Background(optional): [TBD]

Threat Level: C
 
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