[Other OPEN] Metahuman: A Superhero RP

General Appearance: Shaylee prefers dark colors, usually dark jeans, t-shirt, and her favorite grey hoodie. She?ll hesitantly wear dresses if the situation demands it of her, but she never wears anything revealing or really anything that draws too much attention to her.

Alias' Attire: Shaylee?s uniform for her nightly duties is, quite simply, a motorcycle jacket, jet black with dark blue accents under the arms. She?s typically less picky with the rest of her ?uniform?, so long as it?s something durable but still allows her to move freely, her combat styles relying heavily on movement to allow her to fight when she has to.

Personality: Standoffish would probably be a pretty good way to describe Shaylee. She enjoys other people?s company for sure, so long as they aren?t talking to or about her that is. She despises being the center of attention and will do anything to avoid it, especially hating people?s compliments as she really never knows how to respond to them. However deep down she really craves other people?s acceptance and respect. She?ll never accept a compliment with grace, but she will do anything to earn a person?s approval.

She is also stubborn to a fault, a feature that has gotten her into trouble more than a few times in the past. She hates being ordered around when it feels like she isn?t being given the proper respect that she deserves, and if she feels like she has been slighted she?ll usually do what the person wants, but make sure she can throw every wrench in the works to upset that person?s plan. Calling her passive aggressive might be a bit of an understatement.

Powers/abilities/weapons/etc: Shaylee has the ability of shadestep, or shadow teleportation. This is not actually teleportation, but the ability to move quickly through shadows and exit into another space. Usually this process is near instantaneous, making it seem like teleportation, but Shaylee can linger within the ?shadow world?, though this does come with its own drawbacks. Shaylee is unable to breathe when in this shadowy realm and her vision and hearing is somewhat distorted. She is only able to move through shadowed areas when in this realm, and the lighter an area is the harder it is for her to move through it. Moving through bright light, or anything lighter than an open street on a cloudy day, gives her a painful burning sensation.

She is also able to drag other people and objects through this realm as well, though they are much more difficult to move. Small objects are fairly easy, but items become much harder to move the larger they are. People are a significant challenge, and moving them more than a couple dozen feet is near impossible. Also moving any object that creates light inflicts the same pain on Shaylee as does moving through a lighted area while using her ability.

Finally Shaylee has limited combat skills. Her father working as an ambassador, she?s had the ability to travel around to multiple countries. Being the paranoid single father he was, he insisted that she be able to defend herself and has a basic understanding of several martial arts. The two she has learned the most were Krav Maga which she learned in Israel and Capoeira in Brazil. She isn?t an expert by any means and will probably lose any straight up fight against any truly skilled opponent, but with her powers and the element of surprise, she can typically hold her own in a short encounter.

Origin Story (history): Shaylee grew up the only daughter of an American Ambassador. Her father rarely talked of her mother, all Shaylee knows is that she was an Israeli woman that died when she was young, never knowing exactly how it happened. As a result she travelled with her father from place to place, following wherever the government put him, living in Israel until her mid-teens, moving to Brazil until twenty after that. Being the daughter of an ambassador, her father, paranoid for her safety, insisted that she train in self-defense classes and always travel with an escort. In Israel she found the situation stifling, both her training and her inability to go anywhere by herself. She dutifully followed her father?s instructions, but often more begrudging than willfully.

It was in Brazil that this changed for her. Hoping for more freedom, she managed to convince her father to enroll her at a martial arts studio of her choice, more because the Krav Maga style she had learned before had yet to cross the ocean. And so she found herself learning Capoeira instead, much more dance and acrobatics than actual self-defense. She also expressed her freedom (as well as her teenage anti-authority angst) by learning how to lose her protection escorts, something that filled her father (and her bodyguards) with no small amount of irritation.

She discovered her supernatural abilities one summer evening on her way home from her martial arts classes having (of course) skipped her escorts. Deciding to take a shortcut home, she ended up in a less than pleasant part of town and after a few twists and turns, found herself backed into an alley with an also less than pleasant gang cornering her. Her self defense training allowed her to bruise a few of them, but the half dozen remaining approached more carefully, several drawing dangerous knives. Not knowing what else to do, she found herself backed into a corner, then found herself in said corner, but also not. The world became shades of black, white, and grey around her, and she found the strange place suffocating her slowly, energy and breath seeping from her body. Panicked she ran as fast as she could, but instead seemed to glide along the dark wall, the perspective odd. Several more moments found her in another dark alleyway, this one completely empty. Eventually, she managed to regain her bearings and find her way back home, her head now heavy with thoughts and confusion.

After another couple years, nearing her twentieth birthday, she convinced her father to let her live on her own back at the states, allowing her to attend college in person instead of online as she had been. And so with a small apartment, a job in a small coffee shop as a barista, too many hours of college, and a strange power she even then didn?t quite understand, she found herself in Arkana City.

Any other notes about your character: Shaylee is able to speak Portuguese passably, and will often curse under her breath in the language if people upset her. Note that I do not speak Portuguese, so don't expect much.​

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Name: Jorah Jackson

Alias: Rubber

Age: 15, will turn 16 in a few months

General Appearance: Until a few months ago, Jorah's body had always been rather lean and skinny. He was always the pale, geeky kid who didn't garner much attention from anyone. Since his powers emerged though, his body has started developing. It's as if puberty hit with light speed - his voice has started to darken, his muscles are getting more defined even when he isn't working out, and he is beginning to look more like a man than an 8 year old kid as he honestly pretty much did up until the age of 15.

He hides his changing body and newfound muscular shape by wearing slightly oversized, loose fitting clothes. Usually this is t-shirts with some nice nerdy print, with checkered shirts on top. Sometimes he also wears a hoodie or jeans jacket on top of that, and he mostly dons regular loose fitting jeans and sneakers below.

Alias' Attire: Due to the nature of his powers, Rubber is pretty much forced to wear a soft spandex suit of the most stretchable and elastic material he's found. He has a few spares, as the suit certainly isn't as sturdy as his body is. It looks a bit ridiculous, but those who know what he does also know that it's necessary. He used to wear a completely black one, for the sake of stealth, but as metahumans become famous there is some level of prestige in looking good. As Rubber's name got more well known, he opted for colored details. Instead of just an opening for his eyes in the suit's head, he started wearing a pair of gold colored goggles. Doubled as better protection anyways! He also wears rubbery boots and gloves, both a bright red color.

He wishes to one day get recognized enough for his efforts that he be recruited by an agency of some kind, or hired by somebody with enough money and technology to make him a proper elastic suit that didn't rip quite as easily.

Personality: Jorah is a generally kind and considerate soul who alternates between having a cheerful glimmer in his eyes and a forlorn stare. He was always kind of quiet in school and in any gathering of other people, being somewhat of an introvert. When with his close friends though - or more recently, his dad after they rekindled contact and shared the big secret of his metahuman status - Jorah bubbles out and easily becomes a bundle of spilled thoughts.

He values justice, but prioritizes mercy when possible. He doesn't like having to make hard choices, and he can get scared when things get very real and very dangerous. There is a slight clumsiness about him despite his well defined body structure, due to his body being in the process of developing more rapidly than what would be normal for a teenage boy.

School was never his favorite thing, and he doesn't quite ace tests with ease. He gets bored easily with math and science, but takes more interest into history, psychology and society. People fascinate him more than objects, but he usually prefers to watch people from afar rather than talk with them to try and figure out how they see the world.

Powers/abilities/weapons/etc: Rubber is a name that encompasses what he does quite elegantly. Jorah's body is near indestructible. Since his powers emerged, he has at least not been able to scratch it or break it in any way himself - and he has of course tried.

Not only that, but he can alter its physical state to become elongated or compressed together, although the latter doesn't seem to have nearly as many practical uses as the former; compressing his body parts also makes his suit hang weirdly around him or his belt to fall off, so, preferably nope. This works for all his tissues and limbs, even his brain and bones. It doesn't hurt him and his thought processes don't seem to slow down - although his reflexes do become slightly worse if he stretches out for several meters; the nerve signals get longer distances to travel, after all.

On top of this, his rubber body is developing increasingly well defined muscles (that are becoming increasingly difficult to hide for others) that give him superhuman strength. The heaviest thing he has lifted so far is a car. He wants to try a truck, but since the car still felt heavy, he's not sure he's ready for that yet. His strength seems to still be growing though...

Basically, Rubber is a slippery bastard whom you can't pierce or crush, and who will also punch you back with even more force. Unfortunately, all Jorah knows about fighting, he's learned from movies and video games, so anybody with actual martial arts skills will have that advantage over him in close combat and he'll have to rely on his supernatural body to keep him alive. So far, it hasn't failed.

Origin Story (history): Jorah is the son of a dock worker and a bank director's assistant. The Jackson's divorced roughly ten years ago, and his mother reclaimed her maiden name eventually.

The boy was kind of lonely growing up, until he finally met like-minded spirits in high school that he could truly feel he wanted to call true friends. Although his mother had made sure to get him into a "better" high school in the Eastgate district (Arkana High), one of his old demons followed and ended up in his parallel class, from which he still bullies Jorah whenever he gets the chance to, mostly about his good-for-nothing father and the divorce, even after all these years. But also for Jorah's general geekiness. He survives better these days than when he was younger though, thanks to his new friends, and when he's around them he blossoms into a talkative, positive person. Unfortunately, his parents basically never get to see this.

He first noticed his powers around four months ago, so relatively recently. It took several strange happenings for him to realize what was going on. First, he took a tumble down the stairs in his mother's apartment complex, but ended up completely unscathed. Surprised, he attributed that to luck and went on with his day. But the next evening, he fell over on the bike in the street on his way home from a friend. A stranger approached, and Jorah was grateful that somebody seemed to want to help him get back up. But instead, the stranger tried to mug him. Shocked and scared, Jorah pushed him aside. He practically flew into a dumpster several meters away. The mugger spat out something about stupid metahumans and pulled a knife on him. Panic took over as the enemy lunged and forced the knife into his belly. No pain came though, only a ripped shirt. It took a few seconds for them both to realize that, after which Jorah once again pushed the mugger as hard as he could, grabbed his bike and left the scene in a hurry without looking back.

In hindsight, as Jorah has spent a lot of time trying to research on the web where powers come from and why certain individuals gain certain powers, he has realized that the clumsiness he displayed back then - falling down the stairs and tumbling with the bike - was likely due to his body suddenly starting to evolve too fast for him to keep full control of himself. He skipped school the day last month when his class was due for a health check-up, and to his relief nobody has come after him yet reminding him to go. See, needles don't exactly work as intended on his skin, and he was terrified that the nurse might figure something out when she saw how fast his body was developing, all of a sudden.

He didn't dare to tell his mother about the revelation that he was a metahuman, and he also didn't really want to tell his friends. Instead, he visited his father, something that only happened once a year, at best, and told him the whole truth. Mr Jackson was warmed by the trust his son had in him, and vowed to support and protect him in any way he could. Ever since, Jorah visits his dad regularly, who lives at the edge of the Portside district, and updates him on everything he does as a vigilante in the night.

Any other notes about your character: He's bisexual and slightly allergic to cats, dogs and horses. He's determined to be a "good hero" type of metahuman, but also to not reveal his identity to anyone else. Especially not his mother.