Name: Veronica Luthenbrugh
Cape Alias: Roll
Age: 22
Sex: F
Alignment: Villain; sided with Hell's Remnants
Appearance: She's around 5'4, a woman rather short for her age. Speaking of her age, while she's 22, she has the appearance of a young girl of small height with blonde hair. Some might confuser for being younger because of this, but she never really minded such talk. Out of costume, she is topped with a fluffy light blue accessory, and blue eyes. She wears a white long-sleeved shirt, with a light blue ribbon on her neck. Above her shirt, she wore a sleeveless light blue dress, with a black bodice, and white frills. Complemented with this, she also wears a pair of white boots.
In her costume, she wears a turquoise dress with a white apron and a ribbon on her head, giving her an innocent appearance. She also wears white and black striped socks, with white low-heeled buckled shoes. Most of her face is covered up by a set of all-purposed state of the art heat-detection goggles, crafted herself. These goggles can be used for heat detection, has a zoom-in feature, and also has a remote control function for activating her robotic servants.
Personality: A cunning, intelligent, yet self-absorbed and narcissistic individual who only enjoys herself with her odd sadistic nature. Her pleasure in others' misfortune is not her sole idea of entertainment however; she actually does enjoy robots most of all. In fact, she overall views robots as superior to normal humans, because she deems humans as too imperfect. They lie, they're influenced by silly emotions... She can't expect such imperfect creatures to uphold a reasonable system of law. That's why she enjoys robots much better; they're incapable of thought and emotions, so its easy for her to manipulate and change at will to suit her needs and attitude to what she sees fit.
Power(s): She excels mostly with robotic engineering, and programming. Her powers mostly involve the creation and controlling of her robotic solders and servants. The robots resemble different species of real-sized cute animals, from bunnies, to small cubs, to cats. They can perform speech, though most are only limited to simple sentences like, "You called, Lady Roll?" or "Instructions complete, Miss Roll." Most of these robots are quite harmless, though; they mostly perform Veronica's everyday chores, and serve Veronica's needs. When the time calls for it though, Veronica can activate their separate program to do abilities that normal animals could, like scratch, claw, jump, or bite.
However, she has three special robots, one she dubbed "Robot Masters", that are superior in design from the rest, and are able to perform key specific functions. The first one she named MEOWY, a robot that resembles a snow tiger. It has improved abilities over a normal tiger; its claws are designed to scratch even other hard metal, and its jaw and fangs can even crush a steel pole. Her second is PENGY, a robot resembling a Penguin. This robot is deeper designed to stimulate more complex speech patterns, and is overall Veronica's most artificially intelligent robot - basically its Veronica's right hand robot, so to speak. Veronica can also use it to communicate with other people, thanks to its voice box feature in it's tin-throat. Her third and largest robot is DRAGGY, a robot resembling a seven foot long dragon - a dragon she can only remember and design from her fairy tale books. It can easily move heavier objects the other robots can't, like vans or even trucks. It can even spit out a blast of flames, and fire balls from it's mouth, thanks to the fire launcher she designed for it.
She can activate them all with a simple push of a button that sits on her main head gear. She programs them beforehand, instructing their daily tasks, or specific ones. While Veronica herself prefers a "guns-blazing" method to missions, she doesn't have any combat abilities herself. So, she relies mostly on her robots - especially MEOWY and DRAGGY, to do that for her.
History and Trigger Event: Throughout her childhood, Veronica admired heroic capes deeply. As cool and powerful as those capes were, she still admired her father most of all. Her mother had passed on when she was a younger age than she can remember, thanks to an illness she had. Her father worked as a well-respected engineer at the Fallcliff's space station. As she grew into a normal teenager, she would sometimes come with her dad to the space station to view all their latest projects. She loved it all; all the machinery, the mechanics... Everything mechanical fascinated her, and everytime, her eyes would sparkle. It was like taking a look at the future! So, Veronica up to this point had a normal, steady life.
However, it was on a faithful day where her father brought her daughter to work because they had plans to go out together later that day, was where Veronica's life changed... forever. Veronica was sitting inside her father's main office, when suddenly she heard screaming. Apparently, something malfunctioned and went wrong - right nearby where her father was supposed to be stationed in. Even though she was instructed not to follow, she concernedly dashed to the scene. She witnessed quite a sight; almost everything was in flames, and the crew was all in a panic. Despite the chaos, she approached forward, until she eventually saw her father, covered in ashes, gasping for his life. Veronica went over to try and save him, only for her father to stop her. He signaled that the area had become unstable, and she should leave immediately. Despite Veronica's plea while going over to him to save him, her father could only smile as he pushed Veronica out the way, as rubble from the ceiling collapsed on top of him, causing Veronica to be taken aback from all the fallen rubble and smoke. Everything went black.
She awoke in a hospital bed, as it looked like another new day arose. She seemingly was asleep for a day. She couldn't remember much; the last sight she saw was that of her father, looking upon her with a smile, until...
Veronica became disheartened. Everything and everyone she loved the most was gone. Weren't the capes supposed to be there for her, and for everyone who was in danger? Why did her father... had to die? Come to think of it, what caused that blaze in the first place? She could remember the flames quite clearly. The heat, the motion, the way the flames rose... everything about it was unnatural. Above all else, she wanted to know the truth. So, for days turning into weeks, she would sneak into the scene of the accident, hidden from official investigation. After all, she wanted to make her own. She also looked up the names of her father's co-workers, by tracking down her father's old log in info, accessing the company's records. She didn't realize this yet because of her desperation, but things started to slowly... process quickly for her. The data records were all a massive information dump, and she managed to process it all in just a matter of minutes. Of course, to her, it might of not seemed to impressive, compared to her father. At any rate, she finally managed to find one individual in particular: Riptor Gunge. He was a former member of the engineering crew of her late father's work, but was laid-off and disgraced after company violations of data theft. Very suspicious. It was time to head back to the scene.
This time, she investigated the area where the blaze first started; the shuttle room. There was a giant machine that astronauts used to test their mettle against zero-gravity; one where they sat upon a chair as it rotated it around. She noticed that the motor used to run it, was first caught on fire. Perhaps a programming error made it overheat, or... someone had compromised it. It had to be him; Riptor Lazorous. But, how did he get in? Perhaps... perhaps he got in by disguise? But without much proof, this seemed to be Veronica's limit. But, perhaps her lead might be handy to the officials...
Months later after reporting Riptor Lazorous anmoniously, it took lots of time for investigation before the officials were confident that they can bring him to court. Veronica of course, took attendance, watching the proceedings. It was a long trial, filled with proceedings with testimony from the other co-workers, and from Riptor himself, pleading innocence. However, overtime, everything seemed to be a stalemate. The judge had to make a final decision. Not Guilty, due to a lack of evidence. Veronica was appalled - as the trial went on and evidence were being presented, it seemed obvious that Riptor had done it... from the motive, to the M.O... how could he had a Not Guilty? As the bailed walked Riptor out, he noticed Veronica, and gave her a snide, cocky grin. The only supposed bad guy was getting away, protected by the law. Veronica became enraged.
Weeks and months flew on as Veronica grew older. She studied about Riptor, went back to the scene investigation, examined the evidence by going through the court record system... everything proving his guilt should of been there. But then, she noticed something - some of the evidence listed in this secret file were not present during the trial. Why weren't all the evidence presented? In fact, these ones seemed to be the most damning ones of the bunch, set to prove his guild for sure. What happened to them? All the evidence should of been present, unless... Unless Riptor had bribed them beforehand? Could.. could the law be... corrupted?
If the law had indeed become corrupted, then... everything Veronica once believed in was a lie. The so called 'heroes' weren't around to save her father, and the law was being run by corrupted individuals, thus making the very notion of justice, blackened. She gritted her teeth. There was nothing more to believe in. Humans had taken away everything she loved, and hid it away. The humans... yes, everything bad in her life was the cause of humans. Over all these dark thoughts... something sinister came over her. No more, she thought. Humans will always be imperfect, she also thought. And its time they paid back, with interest. She peered around her father's own room... and then had an idea.
She realized, she became a cape. Because of her being a cape, her new talents of knowledge fully developed enough for her to plan and create things that she believed were the only things more superior than humans - robots. Of course, she couldn't accept the robots if they resembled the humans, other than herself, she hated; she created them to resemble her favourite assortment of animals, all remembrance from story books her father used to read to her when she was a child, from a cat, to a bear, to bunnies. The robots grew in number, and were eventually activated. They were all perfect. All... perfect. That's right, only robots can achieve true perfection. She created, and planned, as her mind grew, but soon became warped and a negative of her former self.
At first she wanted revenge, but... it dawned on her. She doesn't just need simple revenge. Now all she wanted was the pure delight of fulfilling her own self satisfactions, and the pure misery of humans. With this power, she now can. However, not as a so called 'hero of justice'. She was to profit from the dealings of organized crime. A member Hell's Remnants. Her new life, was set to begin...