Author: EJ

Arrival: Chapter 1.14 (Kayla)

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As Kayla came to the hangar and saw people mounting on the bus, she gave her ID and was given a ticket, “Bus two,” the guard said. 

“Oh, I have my own ride, that’s fine right?”

“So long as you get there.” The guard shrugged. 

Kayla grinned from ear to ear. She had been practicing that expression a lot so she knew it would look right.

Steve the driver was waiting outside, cleaning her father’s brand new Porsche, removing the empty food wrappers of Kayla’s road snacks, and trying to remove the fur from the seats.

“We can take the Porsche,” she declared. 

“What about the bus, young master?”

“First off it’s miss now, second busses suck, they’re crowded and it probably smells like dirty unwashed teen B.O. in there!” Kayla answered, “Move aside, I’m driving.”

“But—” Kayla snatched the keys from his hands. “Sir—”

“It’s Miss Kayla now,” She said, practically shoving him into the backseat. 

Kayla rode along, going only twenty mph above the speed limit, and dodging around slower cars, the wind gently caressing her fur. In the backseat Steve kept admonishing her for her careless driving, getting more and more annoying by the second. It wasn’t her fault he drove like an old granny heading to church! What’s the point of a stealing, ahem, borrowing ‘daddy’s’ Porsche if she couldn’t even attempt to crash it. 

As she came to a red light, another sleek sports car smoothly slid into place next to hers, a model she didn’t recognize, certainly nothing available on the market. Inside she spotted a young black boy, he looked at her, she looked at him.

He raised his sunglasses and grinned, making his engine roar a few times.

A Challenge! Kayla had always wanted to do a little bit of street racing, the road was practically deserted anyway! She met his challenge, revving the Porsche’s engine.

In the back the driver recognized what was happening; “Please, no, sir—” Too late. The light turned green and both drivers hit the accelerator as hard as it would go. 

Kayla and the other driver raced through the streets, a long straight line of highway for two miles. Although she pushed the Porsche to maximum performance the boy’s beast of a car beat her. He turned into the Ravenhold lane, much to her surprise and she followed.

They parked in front of the gate of the school, in a little roundabout where cars could turn around if they had to.

The boy came out of the car, giving her a good look at him; a tall  light-skinned black boy, with piercing blue eyes, light brown afro-hair puffed to one side and kept shaven close to the scalp on the other. He wore white pants, a tan sweater and over it a colorful African print jacket. 

The boy sat on the hood of his car grinning at his victory. Kalya hopped out of hers, grinning widely and tail wagging. She barely paid attention to Steve as he came out of the back seat and vomited all over the asphalt. 

“I concede! Your car’s real fast. What kinda car is it?” Kayla asked, looking at it carefully. It had a horse logo but it wasn’t a mustang. 

“It’s a Dongola,” the boy said, full of confidence, an Afrikans accent to his words, “All mainstream tech, thorium powered, the pride of African engineering!”

“Ah, one of those Union cars.” Kayla walked around it, looking it over, “Engineering and mechanics aren’t really my sciences but I can appreciate a beauty in those categories when I see one.”

“And it might be cheating,” the boy admitted, “She’s a top-tier experimental racecar and you have a stock model.”

Kayla let out a good natured laugh.”Definitely cheating.” 

The boy popped open the hood where a micro thorium nuclear reactor laid, Kayla had read about them but never seen one live. “And she’s carbon neutral unlike that gas guzzler.” he then bragged. 

“You sound really proud of her. Work on her yourself?”

“I did! It was my first official job for the bureau of consumer engineering.” He smirked.

“Nice! You from the Union then?” The Union was one of those new countries, an “African technological dictatorship” or something along those lines according to her father’s newspaper headlines, politics weren’t Kayla’s favorite subject. “I’m Kayla by the way. Kayla Walker.” Kayla held out a paw for a shake.

He shook it, “Born and proud! I’m Charles, Charles deKlerk”

Kayla’s eyes widened, “deKlerk? like the deKlerk?” Hector deKlerk was the ultimate ruler of the Union. He fashioned himself the Grand Technocrat or something. 

“Yes,” Charles sighed, “that deKlerk, he’s my father. Now you said you are  Kayla Walker, the Kayla of Walker Pharmaceutical? I’ve read some of your work.” He smiled.

Kayla’s tail wagged again, it was rare anyone outside of the pharmaceutical industry had heard about her! “Really? Of course, of all my projects I’m most proud of my new body!”

“It is quite the achievement, so beautiful and masterly crafted.” Charles answered, evidently flirting a tad, not that Kayla minded. “Shame about the ethics and science board throwing a fit over unsanctioned and illegal chimerization, but fuck them, it’s your body.” 

People had had the absolute gall to have Kayla arrested for “breaking laws on genetic experiments!” Her eyes itched from how much she wanted to roll them. Of course she’d been acquitted from all charges eventually, but the ridiculousness of bioconservatives still gnawed at her. “Exactly! Chimerization laws are meant to protect those chimerized against their will! Ethical, consensual chimerization should be treated like any other body modification.” 

“Damn right!” Charles said, “You know if you ever tire of working for corporate profit and with all that red tape I could put in a good word for you back home.”

Kayla laughed as she thought about her father on his knees begging for her to not leave. They both knew damn well it was Kayla that kept the lights on at Walker Pharmaceuticals, “I’ll keep it in mind.”

Charles looked at the empty road, not one bus anywhere in sight. “Looks like we’re way ahead of the others.”

“Guess that’s what we get for racing… unfashionably early.”

Charles took out his keys, “I reckon we have twenty minutes, want to take her out for a ride?”

“Sure.” The driver returns from rinsing his mouth out and approaches Kayla, “shall I take the car to the garage, sir?’

“Ma’am!” Kayla barked harshly.

Charles gave her the keys. “Sir? He must not have gotten the obvious memo,” he took the passenger seat. 

Kayla happily climbed into the driver’s and adjusted the seat.

Charles buckled down carefully. “Just take her easy, she takes some getting used to.”

“Of course, ” Kayla reassured him, from the look on his face he didn’t believe her. Oh well.

“Well, we’ve crash tested it and the nuclear reactor shouldn’t explode on a crash,” Charles joked.

“Wonderful to know!” Kayla said, before flooring it

Kayla took her out of the cul-de-sac and onto the roads, pushing her to her limit and cruising way faster than any other car on the road. A roadside camera caught them, making a big flash. 

“Well, sorry for the ticket, is that going to get on your license?” Kayla said, slowing down. 

“I have diplomatic immunity.” Charles shrugged, “What are they gonna do about it?”

Kayla laughed heartily. After a moment she pulled into the parking lot of a 7/11 to turn around. 

“I’m starving, want to get snacks?” Charles asked.

“Sure!”

They parked and people immediately came and oohed and ahh-ed at the Dongola, almost certainly the best car these people had ever seen. Charles didn’t seem to think twice about leaving the car there unsupervised so Kayla shrugged and followed him inside.

“You’re the expert, what do you recommend?”

“Well you gotta get a slurpee,” Kayla said, then ranking all of the candy bars and snacks from best to worst. 

“Gotcha!” The two went inside and proceeded to raid the shelves of one of everything, then Charles stopped in front of the hot food counter. “yo what the fuck they have fried chicken and pizza? I thought this was like a place where you get snacks and coffee?”

“Yeah, pizza and fried chicken are important American snacks.”

“Big country,” He shrugged, “guess you need that to keep rolling,” He then brought his massive pile of stuff to the cash register. Looking at the man, “They take credit, right?” he asked.

“They should yeah.” Kayla got her own slurpee and snacks.

Charles took out an ultra-elite black pass credit card, the kind reserved exclusively for stupidly rich people like them; a credit card without any spending limit. 

Kayla grabbed her stuff, “I’m guessing you don’t want to eat this stuff in that beautiful car.”

“It’s a self cleaning smart material interior finish,” Charles said, grinning, “but I’m driving.”

Kayla gave him a sloppy, loose salute, “Roger that.”

Charles drove more reasonably, if still fast, back to Ravenhold, the buses had yet to catch up. So the two of them sat in the car, roof open, as Kayla got Charles to try all manners of American snacks; sweet and salty.

“Y’know, America’s pretty chill so far.” Charles mused, a fried chicken drumstick in one hand, slurpee in the other.

“We’ll see how long that opinion lasts.” Kayla laughed, “Though I don’t know much about what daily life in the Union is like… mostly only read about the tech on the news.”

“I mean I dunno, how often does politics come into people’s life, like y’all vote what once every few years and that’s it?” Charles said. “People in the Union; they work, they live, they socialize, and all that stuff you do, we just have a different system of making big decisions based on competency rather than popular support.”

“Well I’d love to visit sometime and check it out.” Kayla smiled. 

“I’d give you the VIP experience, you can even crash at my place, just don’t expect a palace, we turned those into civil service offices.” Charles joked.

“Sounds great!”

As they talked the rest of the students arrived and started disembarking, “Well, time to join the queue then,” Charles said.

Kayla shot her garbage into a trashcan like a basketball, “let’s go! Hopefully we can chat some more sometime. I’d love to hear more about Union tech straight from the horse’s mouth.”

“And I’d love to learn more about America from the pretty wolf’s mouth,” he winks.

Kayla waved him goodbye, a wolfish grin on her face.

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Profile: Nathan Jeong

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Personal Data

Nathan in Baydew’s Avatar Maker

Name: Nathan Jeong
Gender: Transgender Male
Pronouns: He/him
Age: 16
Birthday: January 20th
Ethnicity: Korean
Nationality: American
Species: Human
Sexuality: Gay

Family: Single mother who grew up in Korea. An American-born Korean father who abandoned his family. Nathan has two older sisters and two younger. Abigail is the eldest. She is currently in college responsible, smart, honest, autistic, likes animals and wants to be a vet. Then Mariah who is 18. Her freshman high school class was terrible and bullied her horribly, ultimately culminating in them getting her drunk at a party she had sneaked out to go to and uploading a video online of her drunk and getting molested. This all culminated in a suicide attempt. Thankfully she was found in time and saved, she spent a year in a mental health facility and came back to a different school. Currently a senior. The younger two are twins Sophia and Eleanor. Sophia died of cancer many years ago. Eleanor has recently been diagnosed with the same type of cancer. Eleanor is 13

Strengths: Can disorient enemies. Can quickly change a fight from short to long distance and vice-versa. Amicable. Cheerful. Protective
Weaknesses: Self-sacrificing. Cares too much. Too trusting. Hides pain behind smiles. His powers can get disorienting for him as well and give him motion sickness.

Appearance and Style: Nathan is a chubby Asian kid with a perpetual smile. He tends to wear kinda baggy and worn out clothes. Likes patterned t-shirts and polos. His hair is chopped short and “porcupines” standing straight up. He is trying to grow it out so he can style it. His meteor shard is a blood red, almost perfectly round, gem in the center of his forehead.

Superhero Data

Supranym: Red Star
Status: Alive. Active.

Metahuman Type: Imbued
Abilities: Can manipulate space/distance between two objects or between an object and himself.

Ravenhold Data

Acceptance to Ravenhold: Special Circumstance

Class: 1
Power Category: Teleporter
Roommate: Danalar

Backstory

Nathan was born deaf and the middle child in a family of all “girls”. His mother had married Nathan’s father who she met while he was studying abroad in Korea. She never went to college and got married quite young, following her husband back to America. Unfortunately, he became dissatisfied when she had girl after girl especially when their eldest was autistic and their third was deaf. He eventually left not too long after the youngest twins were born. Even after Sophia got sick he barely came around, leading to the siblings going no contact. Unfortunately due to Nathan’s mother not being college educated and having a heavy accent she had a hard time finding a better job than working at a local grocery. With just that and the child support paid by Nathan’s father the family is rather poor. 

Sophia died when Nathan was 10 and the twins were 7. He came out as trans when he was 12. He thought his strict mother wouldn’t be able to accept it but to his surprise he was immediately raised to the status of “beloved only son” in her heart. Unfortunately later that year was Mariah’s suicide attempt. 

Around a year ago Nathan was exploring the edge of some woods outside of his hometown with his little sister Ellie when a meteor struck the Earth not too far away. Nathan and Ellie approached the crater. Nathan stopped his sister from getting too close and got closer on his own. In the crater was a shard of the Iapetus Meteor that fused with him, giving him his powers. Like the other meteor children he was taken to a secure location to be observed and trained to control his powers. There he became good friends with all of them, especially Svar. He came to view them as his family. During his time with the Meteor Children, Ellie was diagnosed with cancer. 

With the misfortune his family has suffered, Nathan became very protective of his family and now the Meteor Children are also recipients of that protectiveness. What he would do to protect them and hatred he feels towards those that would hurt him know no limits.

Misc Information

  • Nathan has a crush on fellow Meteor Child, Svar
  • Nathan’s entire family are rather protective of each other due to what they have been through as a family
  • Nathan likes nerdy things like anime and DnD
  • He forced the Meteor Children to start a DnD campaign while they were under observation together
  • His character was a half-orc barbarian
  • His favorite color is red, even before he got his shard
  • Nathan is a bit of an “alien-fucker”

Origins: Kiyoshi Part 1

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One moment Kiyoshi was sitting in class, his mind wandering and his legs kicking idly back and forth, the next there was dust and smoke and fire and screaming. There were hands on his shoulders, hands covering his mouth and then…

Darkness…

When Kiyoshi woke up, he was in a large, dark room filled with cages. Each cage held a child, most of them familiar faces to Kiyoshi. It was almost all of the 60 students from his rural elementary school…

It was hard for Kiyoshi to keep track of time in the cage. Kids were taken, many of them never coming back, and the ones that did come back no longer looked human. Eventually, after what was at least a week, Kiyoshi was taken. The first few kids had tried to fight back, at least scream and cry, but by the time a man’s hand reached into Kiyoshi’s cage, Kiyoshi was too tired and hungry and broken down to resist.  

He was brought to another big metal room, this one brightly lit, and he screwed his eyes shut. Limbs limp and eyes closed, looking dead to the world, Kiyoshi was placed on a table. Only when he felt the pressure across his chest and arms of a strap to hold him in place did he open his eyes and begin to struggle. But his strength drained quickly and he soon stopped struggling again. A strap went over his thighs to hold his legs down. 

Kiyoshi tried to focus on the men in the room. One of them, the one that had pulled him out of his cage, wore dark clothes and had a gun strapped to his back. The other three were dressed like doctors with surgical masks obscuring their faces. The three spoke in a language that wasn’t Japanese… English maybe? One of them started to raise his voice, ah so they’re arguing.

Finally the one with the gun said something and the three doctors paused to look at him before nodding and scattering. Two of them ran behind Kiyoshi’s head to a place he couldn’t see while the third went to retrieve a large needle. Kiyoshi’s eyes widened and another burst of energy to struggle filled him as he watched the man get closer with the needle.

But there was nothing a tiny 6 year old could do. The needle was injected into his arm and soon pain consumed his senses. Pain like he was falling apart and being stitched back together.

He passed out…

When he woke up he was floating. All he felt was a dull ache and he couldn’t open his eyes. Time passed… or maybe it didn’t… and he passed out again.

When he finally woke up again he was in a puddle of viscous fluid, his body hurting all over but especially his head and his legs. He couldn’t force his eyes to open. His entire body refused to listen to him and move. He could do nothing as his limp body was picked up and carried. He was put back in his cage.

It was hours later that Kiyoshi finally regained the ability to move, but his body was… different. His legs from the knee down looked like they belonged to some sort of animal, his ears were larger and furry, and he had a tail he could just barely control. With his eyes now able to be opened he looked around the dark room filled with cages; he could see it better now. There were a lot less kids now and none of the ones that remained looked fully human anymore…

What felt like a few days passed and two more kids were returned to their cages looking inhuman. That night the remaining were fed a decent meal, not good, just a bit more filling than usual, then chains were slapped on them. They were dragged out of the cages and lined up. A man in a suit and simple black mask over the top half of his face inspected each kid and barked out a few words. The kids were split into three groups. Kiyoshi went with the smallest group; it was just him and a slightly older girl with bunny legs and ears. She grabbed his hand and squeezed. Whether she was trying to comfort herself or him, Kiyoshi wasn’t sure but he squeezed her hand back.

The three groups of kids were dragged in different directions. Still hand in hand with the bunny girl, Kiyoshi was brought to a tiled room with a large tub against the wall under a shower head. Kiyoshi and the girl were pried apart, Kiyoshi’s clothes, which he had been wearing for weeks now, were roughly pulled off him and he was forced into the tub of cold water. At least three pairs of hands pulled and prodded him. With rough washcloths they scrubbed his skin raw and even bleeding in places and they patted and pulled at his new ears, tail, and legs that were still so tender that thinking about them hurt. They picked him up and moved him like an object, cleaning every part of him; forcing his mouth open to brush his teeth and stuck fingers in private places. They dumped water on his head or submerged him with no care as to whether he could breathe.

And then they plucked him out of the water and dropped him naked on the tile floor. Kiyoshi heard splashing as they gave the same treatment to the bunny girl. The man in the mask came towards Kiyoshi with a rod with a burning red “S” on it. Someone pinned his arms to his chest and another person held his legs down. Kiyoshi writhed and struggled but the red hot brand was still pressed to his left hip. The hiss of it touching his damp skin was drowned out by his scream of pain. The person holding his arms slapped him across the face and he stopped screaming as he bit his tongue and the tang of blood filled his mouth.

Kiyoshi and the bunny girl were brought into another room and left there. The girl slipped her hand into Kiyoshi’s once more and weakly squeezed. He leaned against her and eventually the two fell asleep.

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Profile: Hijack

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Personal Data

Hijack by Angelo Lytle

Name: Unknown
Gender: Cisgender Female
Pronouns: She/her
Age: Physically 11, Chronologically 15
Birthday: Unknown (brought to life on October 29th)
Ethnicity: Unknown, likely Filipino
Nationality: Likely American
Species: Amalgam
Sexuality: Questioning

Family: Hijack does not have any memories of any of the former bodies that make up her current one and therefore knows nothing of her family. The closest thing to ‘family’ she has is the scientist who created her, Dr. Modzierz.

Strengths: Very strong powers.
Weaknesses: Unsociable. Rude. Self-centered. Stubborn. One track mind. Inflexible.

Appearance and Style: Hijack is a small and young looking brown skinned girl in a wheelchair. Strangely her legs are two different skin tones from each other and from her normal skin tone, one much darker the other much lighter. There are scars where these legs connect to the rest of her body. She has green eyes and the skin around her eyes is scarred as well. Her head is shaved and covered in the scars of various incisions, with some metal plating on top. She has various large incisions on her abdomen and skin grafts of skin from the same bodies as her legs grafted on her back. Hooked onto the back of her wheelchair is a large tank filled with a strange black fluid, which has four tubes coming out of it attached to the base of her skull. Her veins, where they are visible, are much darker than a normal humans and the veins in her eyes are visibly black. Hijack tends to wear whatever clothes she has been given. She has sweats given to her by the hero that arrested her. She often wears her uniform even outside of school. Later on she may develop more of her own style.

Superhero Data

Supranym: Hijack
Status: Undead. Active

Metahuman Type: Mutant. Amalgam
Abilities: She can control people’s bodies (that she can see). She can see through objects. She is immune to most poisons, toxins, sedatives, and etc.

Ravenhold Data

Acceptance to Ravenhold: Parole

Class: Four
Power Category: Controller
Roommate: Thea

Backstory

Hijack’s awareness only stretches back 4 years, shortly after the Tzari invasion. She was created by the death and immortality obsessed hypertech scientist, Dr. Mozdzierz by cobbling together the bodies of three girls who died in an attack. The girls he had chosen had awakened to mutant powers in their panic and fear but were unable to use their new powers to save themselves. Hijack gained two of the three girls’s powers. Hijack is only the second of his creations to have any sort of intelligence and the first one to have a fiesty enough will to eventually defy him. While he never fully suppressed her will, he outfitted himself with something that would block her powers from being used on him and would force her to return to him if she got too far away.

Dr. Modzierz used Hijack and her powers to kidnap living people for his experiments. It was on one of these trips to kidnap people that Hijack was stopped by a hero who destroyed the device that would force Hijack to return. They offered her a chance to attend Ravenhold Academy rather than be examined by other scientists or destroyed for being the freak of nature she was. She took the offer, grasping the chance to gain the ability to destroy Dr. Modzierz once and for all.

Misc Information

  • Hijack’s main original body had Cerebral Palsy and Hijack still does in her current amalgam body.
  • Before death Hijack’s main body could walk a little bit, though she was unsteady, but with the stiffness of death, the legs that do not belong to the original body, and the large, heavy tank of necrodyne connected to her that serves as an external circulatory system she is unable to walk very far.
  • The tubes of her necrodyne tank are partially made of hyperweave and so can stretch a decent amount without weakening or breaking so she is able to take a few steps away from her wheelchair if she must.
  • Hijack’s main (un)life goal is to eat Dr. Modzierz’s brain.
  • Hijack can’t really digest food but she can taste it so she can eat a few bites but if she eats a lot she will throw up
  • Hijack doesn’t need to breathe
  • Hijack can’t use her hands well either. Her handwriting is illegible.
  • Hijack likes cats

Arrival: Chapter 1.9 (Grant)

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Grant sank into a seat on the bus and tugged his hoodie further down over his face. Ravenhold Academy was something he never intended to chase after but he’d rather be at school to be “reformed” than be a black trans boy in prison. A black trans boy that killed the “good Christian couple” that “took him in and lovingly raised him.” A black trans boy that the judge wanted to try as an adult. Grant leaned against the bus window and idly tugged at the power inhibitor collar around his neck. The collar was made extra annoying by the fact that it did nothing to him. He wasn’t a mutant, his powers had been a “gift” in return for the blood of his “parents”. 

His fennec fox familiar, Killer, nuzzled into Grant’s stomach while Grant idly scratched his ears.Then, suddenly, Killer was grabbed off his lap by a strange girl exclaiming, “Foxy!” [insert Frederika description]

Killer fought the strange girl that had suddenly picked him up, growling at her and swiping at her hands with his claws. “Naughty fox!” the girl scolded, “we’re both Egyptian we should be friends!”

“Hey, put my fox down.” Grant snapped harshly, his eyes were filled with bitterness.

She let him go and he fell a few feet from her hands to the seat of the bus before scampering back to Grant’s lap. Still wary of the girl, Killer watched her as she climbed into the seat. “I am Frederika, chosen as the mistress of cats,” she said as if Grant asked. Frederika leaned closer and… sniffed him? Fucking sniffed him?

“What the fuck are you doing?” Grant tried to lean farther away but the wall of the bus stopped him.

“Smelling you,” She said like it was obvious, “You smell like Guilt.” 

Grant rolled his eyes. A bus full of criminals and she ingeniously comes up with that line? “You wanna cookie for that astute observation?” he scoffed. 

“Whose blood is on your hand?” Frederika asked, her fur going from black to sandy, the color of the lion, her warrior aspect.

Grant narrowed his eyes,” Maybe yours if you don’t leave me the fuck alone.” He didn’t want to reveal that the collar didn’t work on him but he wanted her to fuck off more.

“You smell of dark heka, of old and forgotten gods.” That gave Grant reason to pause, she could smell Reka?

“You gotta problem?” He acted unrattled.

“I am watching you, heretic,” Frederika said.

Grant rolled his eyes again,”Uh-huh, well have fun with that I guess but do it a bit farther away, why don’t-cha” Reka was better than the so-called great and merciful God he was raised with, he couldn’t care less if some random cat girl had a problem with her.

Grant turned away, facing the window and putting headphones back on, glad they gave him his stuff back before shipping him off to Ravenhold. He didn’t turn the music up yet, waiting to see if she’d really leave and preparing to fight if she tried to mess with him. 

Frederika hissed but walked away, letting Grant let out the breath he was holding and turn his music on. Killer relaxed as well, laying back down on his lap. With one hand, Grant idly pet Killer and with the other he played with Reka’s artifact, a gold bracelet with chains attached to five gold rings, inside the pocket of Sierra’s old, ratty hoodie

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Profile: Gabriel Hsiang

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Gabriel in Baydew’s Avatar Maker

Name: Gabriel Hsiang
Gender: Cisgender male
Pronouns: He/him
Age: 13
Birthday: December 31st
Ethnicity: Chinese/White
Nationality: American
Species: Chimera (Axolotl)
Sexuality: Questioning

Family: Sold to the Syndicate as a baby by extended family after his parents died. “Adopted” by high ranking Syndicate member Elias Hsiang.

Strengths: Innocent. Soft-hearted. Cute. Hard to injure or capture.
Weaknesses: Naive. Too trusting. Stubborn. Low combat ability.

Appearance and Style: Gabriel’s skin and hair are entirely pink. His hair is wavy and somewhat thick. His eyes are black. He has webbing between his fingers and toes and a large axolotl tail that drags on the ground behind him. He has the feathery gills of an axolotl on the sides of his face, in front of his ears. He tends to wear soft pastels and loose, knee length skirts. He likes childish clunky accessories and cutesy cartoon bandaids. Rather than a Syndicate ‘S’ he has the initials ‘EH’ branded on his sternum.

Superhero Data

Supranym: ???
Status: Alive. Active

Metahuman Type: Mutant, Chimera
Abilities: Can phase through solid objects. Can breathe underwater.

Ravenhold Data

Acceptance to Ravenhold: Special Circumstance

Class: Four
Power Category: Miscellaneous
Roommate: Tommy

Backstory

All Gabriel has ever known is his Papa and the apartment they lived in. Everything he read or watched, everything he ate, when he slept, when he woke up, every aspect of his life was carefully controlled by his Papa. And to Elias Hsiang, Gabriel was a son, a pet, a slave, a decoration. Gabriel would spend hours or days in a large aquarium as if he were an exotic fish. Under the care of Elias, Gabriel suffered physical, mental, and sexual abuse.

One day, only a few months before the beginning of the story the home Elias kept Gabriel in was found and raided by police who hoped to catch this major Syndicate member but unfortunately only found Gabriel. After speaking with Gabriel and understanding his situation, the authorities realized he was an innocent, abused child. But when they attempted to take him away from the apartment, Gabriel freaked out and tried to fight against him. When his meager strength proved to be no match in his panic, fear, and desperation Gabriel awakened his mutant powers and literally slipped through their hands. They had to use knockout gas and a power inhibitor collar to catch him and bring him out of there.

They brought him to a therapist and social worker named Dana Fern who specialized in helping Syndicate chimeras. She was unsure of how to deal with Gabriel’s deeply rooted, twisted world-view, especially when he made no effort to communicate with her. She also faced the threat of Elias or the Syndicate coming after and attempting to retrieve him. She knew she could not protect him and neither could a normal family or mental health care facility. The only options were the Chimera Asylum or Ravenhold Academy. When offered the choice, Gabriel chose Ravenhold Academy.

Misc Information

  • Gabriel doesn’t know much about heroes and doesn’t have much of a desire to become one
  • Gabriel likes to color and paint
  • Gabriel actually misses his tank and often wishes to be underwater in the dark when he is stressed out or sad
  • Gabriel wears skirts not just because he likes them but also because pants would need to be almost entirely split down the whole butt to fit his tail
  • Gabriel’s feet are a little wide so he doesn’t like wearing shoes

Valentine’s Day Special 2022: Mitch and Credence

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Mitch stepped out of Ravenhold Academy’s front gate and looked around. Across the street with his head down, staring at his phone, was the person Mitch was looking for. With a quick glance both ways, he jogged across the street.

Mitch stopped in front of the man. The man didn’t look up. With the hood of his faded black hoodie up and earbuds in he didn’t notice Mitch’s approach. Smiling, Mitch grabbed the edges of the hood and flipped it back, revealing a sickly pale face and messy, shoulder-length black hair that was less messy than usual. The man’s head snapped up, the large scar across his face glaring red and obvious and his steel gray eyes wide. When he saw it was Mitch he relaxed and let out a breath. He grabbed the cord of his earbuds and yanked them out of his ears just in time to hear Mitch say, “Happy Valentine’s Day, corazón.”

Mitch’s ‘corazón’, his boyfriend Credence’s lips puckered slightly as he sucked in his cheeks to chew on the insides, “Why didn’t you text me that you were on your way out? I-” Credence was forced to swallow the rest of his sentence back down when Mitch pressed his lips to his.

Mitch stepped back and smiled while Credence scowled in spite of his crimson cheeks. “I wanted to see if I could surprise you.” Mitch leaned down and kissed Credence once more. This time Credence had warning and could tilt his head to the side and let the kiss deepen. Finally, Mitch broke away just enough that he could, with his forehead still pressed against Credence’s, repeat, “Happy Valentine’s Day, corazón.”

Scoffing and rolling his eyes, Credence took a step back, “Yeah, yeah. Happy Valentine’s Day to you too, puppy.”

Mitch beamed brighter, his metaphorical tail wagging, and shrugged his backpack off his shoulders, “I got something for you!” He reached into his backpack and pulled out a tightly sealed tupperware container.

Credence crinkled his nose at the container, “You didn’t bake cookies, did you?”

“I did,” Mitch stuck his tongue out, “but I burnt them.” He shrugged, “So I made tamales instead-”

The second the word ‘tamales’ left Mitch’s mouth, Credence snatched the container from Mitch’s hands. “Missing my cooking?” Mitch teased.

Credence shoved the container in his own tote bag, his ears reddening, “shut up.”
Mitch laughed. He wormed his fingers into Credence’s loosely clenched fist, “So what are we going to do today?”

Credence let Mitch wiggle his way into holding his hand before he gripped Mitch’s hand tight and started walking, dragging Mitch along behind him. “We have a reservation.”

Mitch whistled, “A reservation? We’re really going all out today.”

Even though Mitch couldn’t see it, Credence rolled his eyes, “It’s really not a fancy place.”

“It’s a place that accepts reservations that’s super fancy for us.”

“Whatever.”

Mitch skipped a step forward and nudged Credence’s side with their joined hands, “Did you miss me?”

Credence pointedly looked the other direction, “You text me every fucking hour-”

“Yeah but did you miss me?” Mitch interrupted with a teasing lilt that was still somehow forceful.

Still looking away, Credence gave Mitch’s hand a squeeze and muttered, “yeah.”

Profile: Amanda Finn

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Personal Data

Amanda in Baydew’s Avatar Maker

Name: Amanda Finn
Gender: Transgender Female
Pronouns: She/her
Age: 16
Birthday: April 1st
Ethnicity: White
Nationality: American
Species: Chimera (Sugar Glider)
Sexuality: Straight

Family: Amanda was raised by a single father and had an elder brother. She doesn’t remember them well.

Strengths: Flexible. Good at lying. Very strong powers. Able to act sociable and friendly.
Weaknesses: Fake. Unable to open up and connect. Fears acting like her true self.

Appearance and Style: Amanda is tall and rather androgynous-looking. She has long, wavy brown hair that reaches her lower back. She has the facial markings of a sugar glider around her eyes. She has sugar glider flaps that connect her arms to her sides all the way down to her hips and to accommodate this she always wears t-shirts with the sides cut out. She has patches of short fur all over her body but especially on her arms and torso. She has a lot of scars on her arms and torso and a few on her chin. She’s quite scrawny. Her teeth are a little yellow and crooked and she is missing one near the front. Her skin is quite pale. Along with her altered t-shirts she usually wears shorts or skirts only very occasionally wearing pants. She has a Syndicate ‘S’ branded on her left inner thigh.

Superhero Data

Supranym: Gravity Girl
Status: Alive. Active.

Metahuman Type: Chimera, Mutant
Abilities: Can control gravity over small areas. Pretends she can only decrease gravity but can increase it as well.

Ravenhold Data

Acceptance to Ravenhold: Recommendation by Minotaur

Class: Four
Power Category: Controller
Roommate: Luciana

Backstory

Amanda doesn’t remember life before the Syndicate took her very well. Vaguely she remembers a father, an elder brother but she couldn’t fully recall their faces let alone their names. She doesn’t care though. Because she does know that that father of hers sold her to the Syndicate.

As with all young children they acquire, the Syndicate chimerized her. She had turned out cute enough that they actually attempted to use send her to the underground chimera brothels but when ‘customer’ attempted to rape her she manifested her powers, crushing his skull. It was then that the Syndicate decided that she was better suited in the fighting rings.

At first she struggled to survive but eventually she learned a trick…

Act pathetic. Act cute. Act lovable. Act weak. And then strike when their guard is down. Years passed and she got better and better at her act and stronger and stronger with her powers. Those in charge of the fighting ring caught onto her act, they worked with her to create drama and excitement. Having her throw some fights, letting her meet her opponents beforehand and manipulate them further, and other similar things.

She got used to her life. She began to enjoy the fights, enjoy the treachery. Until… Minotaur and some other heroes busted the fighting ring and freed her from the Syndicate. Now she must learn to not treat life as a battlefield.

Misc Information

  • Amanda does not remember her deadname.
  • She also does not remember if ‘Finn’ is her real surname, it just felt right.
  • Amanda likes sweets a lot.
  • Amanda’s favorite color is pink but she thinks the cuteness is too heavy handed and ruins the affect of her act.
  • Amanda has a pretty singing voice.
  • Amanda would get gifts for cooperating with the organizers and for winning fights.
  • She usually asked for things like sweets or books that she used to teach herself to read.
  • One time, when she was first offered a ‘gift’ she asked for a pink teddy bear. She still has it.
  • His name is Strawberry Pie.

Arrival: Chapter 1.3 (Sirius)

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Sirius sat in the back of a cop car. He couldn’t remember how many times he’d been in one, this was maybe the tenth time he sat there? Didn’t matter. The car pulled up to JFK International and a bus hangar. 

The officer opened his car and he shuffled out of there, he was taken out of handcuffs, but the inhibitor collar around his neck itched. Sirius idly scratched at it, “Take it off?”

“We don’t have the key, the school will open it.”

“Fucking great,” he huffed. 

At least he could stretch his arms now. Wearing an inhibitor was worse than most realized, it wasn’t just your that powers were gone, it was this constant dizzying droning at the back of your mind, a constant noise that wouldn’t fade into the background.

Sirius rolled his shoulders and cracked his knuckles before grabbing his backpack from the trunk and opening the side pocket, taking out a lighter and some cigs, only for the officer to snatch it out of his hands.

“That’s illegal, now get in line.”

Sirius called him a few nasty words under his breath but followed along, still giving him the finger for good measure. Quickly he noticed everyone boarding his bus was wearing a collar like him. 

When the piggy wasn’t looking he pulled out his emergency stash from the waistband of his boxers. He lit up and let the sweet smoke of tobacco fill his lungs. 

He took a few puffs before squashing it on the side of the bus, slipping past the driver without issue.

He walked through the aisles until he saw a pretty redheaded girl, she was built strong not like a dainty little girl, just his type, but strangely she wore a pair of cowboy boots and a matching hat. The girl fiddled with a big metal case.

“Hey Red,” Sirius said, sliding into the seat next to her with a smirk.

The girl barely looked up. “Don’t suppose you have a bobby pin or a screwdriver?” She spoke with a strong southern drawl.

Sirius blinked confusedly at the question but pulled a bobby pin out of his messy black waves out and passed it along. The girl reached for it but Sirius held it up and out of reach. 

“What’ll you give me in return?” He teased.

The girl finally decided to look at him, her hazelnut eyes sparkling with curiosity. “Depends, what’d you like?”

He tapped the bobby pin against his lips, grinning a little cockily. He expected her to argue, be embarrassed, anything but instead, the girl reached out, dropped a quick peck on his lips, and snatched the bobby pin.

“Done deal.”

“So quick I feel cheated,” Sirius joked, he liked this girl already, she was impulsive, a little weird, but bold. 

“Well, darlin’ should’ve negotiated better.” She took the bobby pin and started jamming it into the keyhole of the big metal box she held.

Sirius put his hands behind his head and raised his legs up onto the seat in front of him, his waist bent at what should have been an uncomfortable angle but was just fine to him. 

“Well, it wouldn’t have even been worth a kiss if I didn’t sell it now. You’ll be able to get those from anybody once we get there. What’s in the box anyways?”

“My babies,” she answered cryptically, “this is a lot harder with that stupid collar on.”

Sirius stared at the box. Babies? In a locked box? Some kinda contraband? But what contraband would they give back to her at school?

She drew him out of his pondering, “Now, you got a name darling?”

“Sirius,” he said, looking away from the box and trying not to act as curious as he was.

“The name’s Penelope, everyone calls me Penny,” 

She kept fiddling with the lock for a moment until it finally gave out and the case opened. Inside were not one but two gold engraved revolvers; one black one white, and old-timey revolvers too, the type you would have seen in a western. 

“Come to Mama!” Penny said, hugging the things.

Sirius’s eyes widened a bit at the sight, “Knew you were my kinda girl but now I’m a bit nervous, who’d you shoot with those?”

“Just some gangbangers,” Penny said, eyes fixed on her so-called babies “My ammo’s all degraded from a few weeks in jail, how did you get here?”

“Like setting things on fire too much.” Not the whole truth but close enough.

“Random things, or important things?”

For a second he thought of them and his mouth went dry…Penny was looking, expecting an answer. 

“A bit of both… mostly random.” He shrugged, looking away.

“Set fire to anyone?” Penny asked, her tone so casual.

Sirius paused before answering, his heart constricting, “a few times.”

“Well, I’m sure they ought to have deserved it,” She said, “You ain’t got the look of no psycho killer.” She took out a tissue and cleaned her guns.

“… yeah.” Was all he could answer, in a soft voice.

“You okay, Darling?”

He did his best fake smile, “Yeah, say did ya kill the gangbangers or just shoot ’em?”

“Well the bible says a lot about killing being wrong, but it don’t say much about shooting kneecaps and giving concussions,” Penny answered.

“You’re not wrong.” Sirius laughed. 

“Are you a Christian?”

 “Never been much of a church goer and I go a bit back and forth on believing.”

“Righty, then. So, how’d you get caught? Not sure if you noticed but this whole bus full of us collared folks.”

“You first,” Sirius answered

“Surrendered myself,” Penny said, “Doled out some good ol’ vengeance old testament style, then called the police.” 

“Vengeance? What’d they do?”

“Shot my best friend, wasn’t even the target, just collateral damage in a drive-by.” Penny’s words had turned harsher, the playful twang in her tone gone. 

“Is your friend…”

“Paralyzed.”  Penny’s expression remained frozen still.

“Sounds like they got off easy then.”

“Wasn’t my right to take their life.”

“Well, if ya ever think they deserve a few third-degree burns let me know.”

Penny smirked a little at the offer. “They did get in trouble for all them illegal guns and drugs, turns out a vigilante attack grants the cops one hell of a probable cause to not need a warrant.”

Sirius snorted. “Sounds about right.”

“That got them doing something,” she said bitterly.

Sirius leaned back again. “You plan on being a hero? You seem to have a good sense of justice from where I’m sitting”

“Wasn’t, it all seems too much micromanagement but I reckon it is better than juvie hall.” 

“Bet that’s what most people in here are thinking”

 “Is it what you’re thinking, darling?”

“Not sure. Could be fun to burn things in the name of justice.”

“I bet that’d look good in the news, but then again you don’t be hearing much about gunslinging heroes, guns being for criminals, and all that liberal nonsense”

Sirius frowned, “You’re not going to turn out to be ‘Jesus hates fags’ type of Christians on me are you?”

“Darling, I am one hell of a dyke,” Penny says, “Conservatives want small government except when it comes to what I do in my bedroom and with whom.”

“Good cause if you were I was going to have to regale you with the tales of every dick I’ve had up my ass.”

Penny snorted, “Well then, you did want a kiss, but I do have to inform you I ain’t come equipped with one of them dicks.”

Sirius leaned in, “Some of the dicks have been pink, vibrating, and attached to girls which I’m sure would have lots of conservative homophobes clutching their pearls too.”

“Oh my,” Penny said, “Well, I’m afraid I ain’t got the chance to pack one of  them in my bags but do I reckon I could get myself one of them if I had to.”

Sirius winked; “I’ve been told I’m quite good at cunnilingus too,” he opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out.

“Have you?” Penny said, leaning closer, “Now what do I reckon I would find down in these?” Penny’s hand shifted over to his pants.

“Wanna find out?” Sirius whispered with a grin.

“In here?” Penny exaggerated a little surprised expression, “Into public exhibition, are we darling?”

“It’s hardly even public, the bus is only half full.”

“Is it now?” Penny shifted her hand to his zipper.

Sirius jerked away, but moved his upper body, kissing Penny’s neck. 

Penny shivered gently, “So maybe feeling it a tad too public?” she gently teased, “I do suppose you can get a feel for now,”

To his surprise, she popped open a button on her shirt and led in hand in, which he allowed her to. He felt the contour of her breasts and the bra she’d chosen to wear. She leaned in and kissed him.

She then put a hand on his chest and pushed him back. “The rest, for later,” she winked.

“Have to hold you to that.”

“You better,” she said with a grin.

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Profile: Eli Pepper

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Personal Data

Eli in Carrotkake’s Avatar Maker

Name: Eli Pepper
Gender: Non-binary
Pronouns: They/them
Age: 16
Birthday: January 3rd
Ethnicity: White
Nationality: American
Species: Human
Sexuality: Bisexual

Family: Eli is the only child of two loving and supportive parents. Their father makes custom furniture and their mom deals with the customers. Eli’s father’s shop is fairly popular so the family is financially very stable.

Strengths: Extremely talented with handicrafts. Open-minded. Accepting. Determined. Patient.
Weaknesses: Anxious. Easily embarrassed. Easily injured in their small form. Low control over their powers. Occasional low self-esteem.

Appearance and Style: Eli is an androgynous, white teenager. They have short mousy brown hair with a slight wave and freckles. They are slender but not skinny, still having baby fat in some places. Their height fluctuates due to their powers but is generally under 5’4. They pick at their nails so their nail beds are often torn up. They mostly wear jeans with sweaters, t-shirts, or hoodies and typically stick to neutral or cool colors. Their clothes are both simpler and more varied when they are in their handmade clothes for their smaller sizes. Usually it is simple shirts, pants, or dresses made of fun fabric prints Eli has found at craft stores.

Superhero Data

Supranym: Shrinking Violet
Status: Alive. Active.

Metahuman Type: Mutant
Abilities: They can shrink as small as 6 inches. In the future they may learn to gain size instead.

Ravenhold Data

Acceptance to Ravenhold: Application

Class: Four
Power Category: Miscellaneous
Roommate: Frederika

Backstory

Eli was born in Ohio and lived there their entire life. And it has been an extremely normal life. They were born to a loving couple that had struggled with infertility in the past and only managed to have Eli in their early thirties after trying for a decade. They deeply treasure this one child they managed to have and spoiled them a bit, but being good, kind, and open-minded people themselves they raised Eli into a good kid.

Eli got their powers around 8 years ago when they had a panic attack during a school play. They shrunk into their costume disappearing before the eyes of half their hometown. Their anxiety has only gotten worse since and, especially after coming out as non-binary when they were 10, they were heavily bullied. Eli’s shrinking was “too disruptive” in class and so by the time they were 11 they were pulled out of school to be home-schooled.

Eli decided to apply for Ravenhold when they realized they were starting to approach adulthood and still couldn’t properly function in society. They wanted to attend with the main goal being to learn to control their powers, though the more they thought about the more they started to fantasize about becoming a hero. But they gotta learn how to stop shrinking whenever someone besides their parents talks to them first!

Misc Information

  • Eli’s favorite colors are purple and gray
  • Shortly after they first got their powers and were diagnosed with anxiety they got an emotional support cat
  • The cat is a Maine Coon name Angel
  • Angel is a very patient, tolerant and sweet kitty.
  • Angel has both consciously and unconsciously learned many tasks to assist Eli when they are shrunken.
  • Eli sews clothes for their miniature self and has also made a dollhouse full of furniture that they sometimes hide away in when tiny.
  • Eli learned to sew after starting home-schooling; their mother wanted to teach them life skills and sewing was the one they took to most easily.
  • However, Eli did not take to cooking easily and is a clumsy disaster in the kitchen
  • Eli is very close to their parents and their parents are loving and affectionate both to each other and to Eli
  • Eli was raised Catholic but their family left their church when the pastor went on a transphobic rant shortly after Eli came out.
  • Eli has helped their dad in his shop since they started home-schooling.
  • Eli often carves little wooden animals that are really popular with the kids that come to the store.
  • After seeing the dollhouse Eli made for themself on Instagram many people wanted to commission them to make one, prompting Eli to turn off their Instagram dms for the foreseeable future.