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A.E.G.I.S. FILE ID: 7-CHY-4419

NAME: Amara Vance-Kamau

ALIAS: Cyhena

THREAT LEVEL: CRIMSON (Extreme Lethality – Adaptive Predator/Assassin)

OVERVIEW:

Cyhena is a rogue bio-cybernetic hybrid engineered through forced neural fusion with predatory hyena instincts. She operates as a highly intelligent, instinct-driven assassin who hunts targets through stalking, isolation, and precision execution. Subject exhibits a dangerous balance of human strategy and animalistic brutality.

ENHANCEMENTS:

• Full cybernetic limb augmentation with retractable razor-grade claws

• Reinforced skeletal and muscular system for explosive strength and agility

• Integrated neural predator matrix (hyena instinct grafting)

• Partial regenerative capability and enhanced durability

• Digitigrade lower-body structure optimized for speed and mobility

• NEURO-SYNC combat mask with enhanced visual tracking systems

ABILITIES:

• Superhuman speed, reflexes, and acrobatics

• Advanced tracking (heat, scent, movement prediction)

• Real-time combat adaptation and behavioral analysis

• Expert ambush predator—excels in close-quarters lethality

• Fear detection and psychological manipulation of prey

• Environmental awareness—uses terrain and positioning as extensions of combat

THREAT ASSESSMENT:

Cyhena does not engage—she hunts.

Targets are studied, isolated, and eliminated with calculated precision. Subject adapts mid-conflict and demonstrates increasing dominance of predatory instinct over human restraint.

If you are aware of Cyhena, it is already too late.

STATUS:

ACTIVE — HIGHLY ELUSIVE

ENGAGEMENT NOT ADVISED WITHOUT ELITE-LEVEL RESPONSE TEAM

**Hey y'all!** Finally back with my second hero team, the Starhoppers! They're a galactic faring team consisting of Arsenio, Maia, Kondor, Novarider, Drake, Melrose, Vicks, and Eclipse! Along with their two animal companions, Pip Pip, and Oki, and ofc their trusty rusty starship the Starhopper!

Ask me anything! Let me give you a rundown of the team, as before with my other team the [Sentinels](https://www.reddit.com/r/Superhero\_Ideas/comments/1rjr1f3/introducing\_my\_superhero\_team\_the\_sentinels/) , I'll give a more indepth post each character later on!

Arsenio Ahverron is the ships planner and strategist. His species is Human. He remains rather quiet and reserved, but is fantastic at planning jobs and routes.

Maia Ok'Kova is the ship's medic. Her species is Ailios, will give more details in her one on one deep dive. She has a wholesome personality, but retains very good fighting skills, and even has electrical abilities due to her species.

Kondor Rovven is the ship's "Muscle". He's the species Covite. He has a reputation of being a fantastic brawler, and can definitely hold his own in any fist fight. On the surface, he's rough and bold, but in reality he's incredibly loyal. He also has a complicated relationship with the ship's pet Radicat. Says he doesn't trust small animals, but in reality, he'd secretly sacrifice anything for the little fuzzball.

Lorelei Madden, or "Novarider" is the ship's co-pilot. She's human, and is very headstrong and determined. She joined as a mercenary for hire, and ended up as a lasting crew member.

Drake Calliaso is the ship's gunner. He's also human. He's known to be one of the universe's best gunners, and rarely ever misses a shot. He has a sarcastic side to him, and often gets in roast battles with Melrose Parke.

Speaking of Melrose, Melrose Parke is the ship's owner and captain. She's human, and the only one to rival the sass from Drake. She can fly her bulky industrial freighter better than anyone in the universe could dream, and can outmaneuver even the most nimble corvettes.

Vicktor Vega, or Vicks, is the ship's weapons technician. He's also a human. He keeps all the armaments operation and buttery smooth. He also very much loves anything that explodes, and will never shy away from the opportunity to pull the trigger himself.

Deserai Delahaye, or Eclipse, is the ship's mechanic. She's the last human member on the ship. Anything that goes wrong, she can fix with a pair of pliers, duct tape (yes the Galaxy uses duct tape... who doesn't?), and a few curse words for good measure. She radiates "don't mess with me" energy to anyone who's not her crew, but she's also one of the most loyal on the team.

Pip Pip is the resident Radicat. a species of alien feline from the planet Radica. Pip Pip may be small and fluffy, but has the heart of a lion, and the appetite of one too. Despite the character Kondor claiming to hate her, she doesn't care and will loaf up on his lap whenever the chance is given. Kondor just makes sure no one sees him pet her.

And the final character, Oki, he's the pet of Novarider. A Okyvarian Fox, or horned fox. He comes from a frozen planet, and was saved by Novarider as a small pup. To this day, he's incredibly loyal, and brings a sunshine's worth of joy to the crew even in their darkest times.

Thats it for now! Ask me anything about the characters! I'd love to answer!

I'm back to working on “The Revenant” comic, which features my undead-hunting superhero. One of the things I love is the fake ads in comics, especially those that fit within the story's universe.

What I'm sharing here is an ad that will appear on a page of the comic. It's an advertisement for “The True Tales of The Liberator!” by “Superstar Comics.”

The Liberator is my take on the Captain America archetype, and I hope to create a comic featuring him someday because I believe I have a unique idea for his story. This ad showcases how the in-universe comics company, Superstar, which originated in the 1930s, portrayed the missions and adventures of the real-life super soldier known as The Liberator.

Of course, the style is inspired by Jack Kirby, the king of comics. I adore Kirby and consider this my little tribute to him in “The Revenant” when it’s completed. Let me know if you think I did a good job on his style, as it’s so far from mine in so many ways!

For those interested in superhero lore, it's worth noting that The Liberator is the inspiration for the modern-day hero “The True Patriot,” who I recently posted about.

Name: Henry Hilton

Alias: Stellarian

Affiliation: United Superheroes of America, Global Heroes

Date of Birth: April 18, 1984

Base of Operations: Sunshine City, California, United States

Age: 46

Race: Peratonian

Nationality: American

Marital Status: Married

Occupation: G.P.A. Investigator Agent

Gender: Male

Height: 189 cm

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Powers:

Superhuman Strength

Superhuman Speed

Superhuman Stamina

Super Breath (Freezing Breath, Supersonic Scream)

Super Vision (Telescopic Vision, X-ray Vision, Heat Vision)

Super Hearing

Super Smell

Flight

Invulnerability

Accelerated Healing

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Background:

Henry Hilton was born as Hen-Hil, a baby from the planet Peraton who was sent to Earth by his parents when their planet was on the brink of destruction.

On April 18, 1984, his spacecraft was discovered in Alaska by a married couple, Jerry and Martha Hilton, who were agents of G.P.A. (Global Paranormal Affairs), United States branch.

Fearing that the baby would be turned into an experimental subject by the organization, they secretly took him in and raised him as their own child, giving him the name Henry Hilton.

Henry grew up in a loving environment. At the age of 13, his superpowers began to manifest. He used them to help others, eventually discovering his true identity as an alien. Despite this, he continued to love his adoptive parents deeply.

One day, Jerry and Martha showed him the capsule he arrived in. Inside, there was a traditional Peratonian outfit colored blue, white, and red, bearing a star symbol. The suit was fire-resistant and incredibly durable.

Henry then began operating as a superhero with a secret identity.

Because his suit featured a prominent star symbol and he was often seen soaring through the sky like a light from outer space, people began to call him Stellarian.

The name comes from the word “stella,” meaning “star,” as people saw him as a being from the stars who came to protect Earth.

Additionally, his immense power and his frequent appearances descending from the sky led many to believe that he was a cosmic guardian, not just an ordinary hero.

Lady Steel Powers and Abilities:

Quantum Distortion Field (QDF): An invisible paraphysical field surrounding Lady Steel that makes local reality behave as if it were optional; within an indeterminate radius, physical laws bend or fail in ways that favor her intent rather than obeying normal rules.

Reality-Biased Strength: Instead of “lifting” things in the conventional sense, Corina’s QDF neutralizes mass, inertia, and structural resistance around what she’s interacting with, allowing her to move or halt objects of effectively incalculable mass as if they weigh nothing.

Invulnerability and Energy Immunity: The field causes incoming force, heat, radiation, and exotic energies to dissipate, slip around her, or simply fail to couple with her body; she has survived conditions that liquefy surrounding steel and stone without cellular damage. This apparent invulnerability is filtered through her own expectations; surface burns, ripped fur, torn clothes, and visible, near-instantaneous muscle repair have occurred when her mind decides that is what “should” be happening, but pain and lasting harm do not land, making this a sort of unconscious side effect.

Intention-Based Flight: Lady Steel flies by decoupling herself from gravity, inertia, and friction inside the QDF; movement becomes an act of will rather than the result of thrust, letting her start, stop, and turn with impossible precision.

Spatial Anchoring: When she chooses to hold her ground, the field effectively “pins” her position in space; she cannot be meaningfully pushed, thrown, or knocked back, regardless of the scale of force applied.

Selective Causality: In peak states, Corina appears to bypass events already in progress: arriving “inside” a moment that should have been too late; sensors and observers classify this not as raw speed but as the QDF quietly rearranging cause and effect around her.

Adaptive Durability for Allies and Environment (Limited): In close proximity, the QDF can incidentally spare nearby structures or civilians from the full consequences of impact, collapse, or blast effects by softening local physics, though this is, again, usually an unconscious side effect.

Paraphysical Resistance: The same anomalous nature that breaks normal physics also makes Lady Steel extremely resistant to conventional restraints, power dampeners, or predictive combat models; attempts to contain or mathematically forecast her behavior routinely fail.

Field Scaling and Emotional Modulation: The effective radius and “sharpness” of the QDF fluctuate with her emotional state and clarity of purpose; focused conviction tightens and strengthens the field, while doubt, confusion, or psychological shock can blunt or misdirect it.

Plasma Vision (QDF-Structured Emission): What the public calls “plasma beams” from her eyes are actually the QDF focusing destructive intent into a narrow, high-energy channel along her line of sight; sensors register plasma-like output, but its intensity, path, and even apparent composition are governed by her will more than by conventional thermodynamics.

both arts are concepts and aren't the final design

Name: Ben Rich

Alias: Nocturman

Affiliation: United Superheroes of America

Date of Birth: March 30, 1979

Base of Operations: Moonlight City, California, United States

Age: 51 years old

Race: Human

Nationality: American

Marital Status: Married

Occupation: Entrepreneur

Gender: Male

Height: 184 cm

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Abilities:

Proficient in various martial arts, acrobatics, and escape techniques.

Extensive knowledge in science and technology.

Extensive knowledge in medical science.

Possesses physical condition above normal human limits.

Equipped with a wide range of advanced gadgets.

Unmatched intelligence; a scientist, engineer, criminologist, forensic pathologist, tactician, and master of disguise.

Skilled in driving and piloting.

Expert hacker.

Exceptional memory.

Strong willpower.

Skilled in interrogation, investigation, and intimidation.

Multilingual: English, Spanish, Portuguese, Chinese, Japanese, Korean, German, Italian, Latin, French, Arabic, and sign language.

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Equipment:

1. Devices:

Noctursuit: A suit worn by Nocturman that is bulletproof and resistant to various types of attacks (explosions, impacts, etc.).

Utility Belt: Used to store various tools carried by Nocturman.

Nocturcomputer: A computer capable of hacking, scanning, decrypting, storing, and processing any kind of information.

2. Weapons:

Crescent Knives: Crescent-shaped throwing knives; some are equipped with electric, sonic, or explosive charges.

3. Vehicles:

Nocturcycle

Nocturmobile

Nocturboat

Noctur-Copter

Nocturplane

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Background:

Ben Rich was born in Moonlight City, California, into a middle-class family. His father, Brett, was a technician, while his mother, Martha, worked as a nurse.

When Ben was still a child, both of his parents were killed after becoming involved in a criminal incident that was far more than a simple robbery. They had witnessed something they were not supposed to see.

Ben grew up without luxury. He focused on education and self-improvement. At the age of 17, he left home and traveled the world, studying martial arts, survival techniques, and various disciplines from many places.

His journey brought him to Japan, where he joined the Fuma Clan, a secret ninja organization. There, he was trained in combat, infiltration, espionage, and covert operations.

Several years later, Ben discovered the clan’s true nature. The Fuma Clan operated a network of organized crime and controlled various illegal activities.

Ben took part of the clan’s funds—money derived from their criminal operations—and left the organization.

One member of the clan left with him. She later became his wife. She possesses expertise in strategy, intelligence, and surveillance. In public, she appears as a modest entrepreneur’s wife, but behind the scenes, she manages information and operations for Ben.

Ben returned to Moonlight City and used the money he had taken as capital. He built his business from the ground up and, within a few years, became a successful entrepreneur.

He became known for his social work and humanitarian efforts, funding public facilities, healthcare services, and city security programs.

These activities attracted attention from various parties. Criminal organizations, business rivals, and shadow groups began targeting him.

The Fuma Clan eventually discovered his whereabouts. They considered Ben a traitor and began sending agents to disrupt his life and reclaim what they believed was theirs.

At night, Ben operates as Nocturman, using his skills, training, and technology to fight crime in Moonlight City.

December 1st, 2022 0652

S.U.P.L.E.X. Assessment & Selection Course "The Quarry"

Two men watched the new recruit struggle up the course. Both are smoking, one a massive blunt the size of a crowbar and the other a more common (if still very illegal) Cuban cigar. The two of them stood on a scaffolding built over a sort of makeshift pen, and the new recruit was rolling her wheelchair down the ramp towards an open area similar to a rodeo arena.

"Look here. This is her fourth run at the fucking couse; she's figuring out the momentum is the trick." The speaker is older, in his fifties, and is known to the team as Tech Sergeant D. A former Marine, he is the head drill sergeant of the Bayonet Assault Course and a personal friend of the jumpsuited lunatic smoking a comically large bunt next to him. As he speaks, the rookie, her pink hair fluttering behind her in a rush of wind, picks up speed on the downramp heading into the pen where several dark masses are moving now-dark, bristly furred masses that grunt in anticipation of soft pink flesh. As she does so, she struggles to get her rifle out of its scabbard and slam the bayonet into place-the rifle, as for all S.U.P.L.E.X. recruits, is a Mosin Nagant 91-30, a Russian rifle over a century old.

"I still can't believe the insurance signed off on it AND agreed to fund the ADA adjustments to the course," said the man in the jumpsuit, a little known hero you've probably heard of called Chris By-The-Throat, World's Luckiest Detective. He ashes the blunt and the ashes carry off into the wind, but behind his high tech goggles he has eyes only for the new recruit, whose wheels are rattling as she cuts loose with a primal scream. Several of the dark hog shapes move to meet her, tusks shining in the bright glare of the shop lights that illuminate the pen. There is a sickening crunch and a loud squeal as impact is made. 30-50 hogs snarl and squeal at the bottleneck where the rookie makes impact, blocked from assaulting her only by the writhing wounded animal on the end of her bayonet. She keeps screaming, though the scream has lost all articulation and is now simply AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHH. The pretty recruit's vocal training has gone hoarse as she takes her fourth run at the course, with tears still streaking her makeup from her last failed attempt.

Most of the staff has gone home, though normally they would be standing by with heavy guns and specialized equipment to drive off the hogs from the recruit's tender flesh, but this one... "I mean, her healing factor alone is off the charts according to the smart boys," says Tech Sergeant D, absent mindedly looking over her Ratings Sheet. "Near as we can tell, she's crippled as fuck but ultimately unkillable. Look." As the hogs closed in, they could both see the recruit flailing with her secondary melee weapon, shrieking still as she lashes out with the brutal flexible length of steel cable with a simple handle-what is referred to in the hero trade as a GETBACK MF. The steel cable drew blood and welts, but the rookie missed a stroke and the hog shredded into her arm; both men winced at the crunch of bone. But by the time she had recovered for an upstroke, it was already healing-there was only blood where the wound had happened.

CBTT looked over to the ratings sheet as well. "That ain't the half of it. The Voodoo Doll power is even freakier." He flipped through a couple of photographs and gestures with the blazing end of his blunt towards where the beast that just sank it's teeth into the rookie is rolling in the dirt with several bloody bite marks on it's foreleg. "Any wound inflicted that involves an exchange of fluids actually spreads the damage back to the enemy. It's fucking insane-she hard counters melee attackers, because if her blood touches you or your saliva touches hers, you suffer exactly what she gets."

The rookie recovered her poise and continued swinging the whip, jamming her wheelchair into the narrow gap and forcing the beasts to come at her one at a time. "At least some of the tactical lessons are setting in," says the Tech Sergeant. Her gun went off several times, bloody chunks flying as the big 7.62 slug tears through several of the beasts, but they stayed standing, kept rooting for her guts.

"She's learning. She learns the ropes of close combat pretty quick, for a lefty." Both men share a chuckle, and CBTT takes a swig from his canteen as the rookie sets to work. "I wonder how she'll reload under pressure, though."

Turns out the rookie didn't even try the reload. She kept swinging the whip viciously, lashing out at the eyes, faces and sensitive snouts of the vicious feral hogs. The satan hogs healed quickly, almost as quickly as Dollface herself, but the rookie, with sweat and blood running down her neck, wrenched her bayonet free, bashed the tusks of a hog that got too close, and rammed it forward into another beast, right down it's steaming gullet. "Got-damn," said both men on the scaffolding.

"Bitch has some fight in her, no matter what else you can say about her. I think we can work with this-especially with Mirrorverse Insurance footing the bill for handicap accessibility," says the World's Luckiest Detective, finally outing the blunt now that his eyes are red. He looks around in his many pockets for his cigarette for a moment, so only Tech Sergeant D sees the rookie slam another clip of 7.62 into her rifle and lift it to her shoulder.

The roar of the rifle and the hot wet splatter of a meat shot causes CBTT to lift his head in the middle of lighting his cigarette from the torch of his middle finger. Four more hogs are down, causing the others to stumble, and Dollface is making the best of it by stabbing them in the neck with the now empty rifle. "That's what it's about," he said, nodding with approval, and it is just then that disaster strikes.

One of the pigs climbed over the bodies of it's fellows and scrambled up the girl's wheelchair almost into her lap, and she ended up with the rifle crossways in a scramble with the thing's hideous maw closing over her face. Both men wince at the sound of tearing flesh, but hte moment the hog bites down its own face became a shredded wet ruin as well, and it fell over with a squeal, aided by a hard rifle butt-thrown blind-by the girl in the course. Unfortunately, more pigs got the same bright idea and soon they were swarming over her.

Somehow under the mass of 30-50 feral hogs, the girl managed a reload; both men heard the gun go off muffled by hog bodies. And of course, any hog that actually managed to tear into the rookie hero were immediately wounded severely; several managed to tear out their own throats and the girl's chopped off screams of pain and anger would fade off, then pick up again. There were twenty bodies around the broken doll when Christopher finally said "I've seen enough. Open up with the fifty, D." The tech sergeant slapped the receiver of the .50 calibre machine gun mounted on the walkway and shredded through the rest of the pork-and probably a few rounds through the rookie-in a single well aimed burst. Both men waited for the bleeding mass of meat in the chair, now tipped over and covered in dead pigs, to heal up again, her fantastic gift bringing back flesh whole where it had been ripped and torn by both bullets and tusks.

Both men descended into the pit, CBTT by using his niftomatic grappling hook hand and Tech Sergeant D on a more conventional rapelling line. They cross the course in a moment where Doll is grunting as she pushes her chair upright once more, a look of determination on her blood splattered face, a layer of makeup and then a layer of viscera. Both men are struck by her calmness, but then, the daily pain she lives with makes a simple attack by 30-50 feral hogs look like a cakewalk, if one can pardon the abelist expression. She does the right thing first, after she rights herself again; she reloads her rifle. The World's Luckiest Detective made his decision right then, though he kept a pretty good poker face as he sparked up a healing blunt.

"Did I pass?" said Dollface, one lens cracked on her eyeglasses and with a chunk of her scalp still missing. She was beautiful in that moment too; he could see it, in the fire-the drive-to become a hero, even through the hideous agonizing painful process of forging a hero.

"Kid, you made four attempts in one night. I've had guys quail out just seeing the damn pigs waiting for them," says the staff's master sergeant, as CBTT passes her the potent healing blunt. She takes a drag as D continues, the healing effect amplifying her own natural healing factor and restoring even the missing hair. Truly amazing stuff, S.U.P.L.E.X. technology. "If I don't pass you, I shouldn't have passed any of those losers. Final decision belongs to the boss-" He gestured to the detective, who grinned wolfishly, fucked up grill on full display-perks of the superhero life. "-but I think that's damned good enough. I'm impressed that you reloaded while being actively mauled to death."

"Pain is my bitch," murmured the rookie, passing the healing blunt. Both men waved it away-she needed it worse than they did, and CBTT was of course stoned as a motherfucker. So she continued to puff on it as she continued. "It was hard to reload missing that finger though." She waggled her fingers, two of them pink as hell and obviously new growth. Her regeneration was really off the charts.

"The key is that you kept doing it," the WLD broke in, lighting another cigarette. "This test isn't about your powers-though your powers really made it easy to skimp on the safety protocols-or about your skill-though you fight in the dirt pretty good for a lefty. It's about your will to go on, even when the shitshow is so bad that you can't see a way out. With a pile of fucking vicious pigs on you, you managed to get another couple rounds in the gun. That counts." He reaches out and, somewhat awkwardly, shakes her hand-it is covered in pig guts. Still, the detective doesn't flinch a bit when he says "Welcome aboard, Dollface."

Together, the three of them began to navigate their way back up the ramp towards the dubious shelter of an overhang; rain was on the horizon and dawn was fast approaching. It would be another wet, muddy day of S.U.P.L.E.X. assessment and qualification, but all three were suffused in a sense of accomplishment as they made their way up the ramp. The rookie was breathing hard, but otherwise okay-a testament to her insane rate of healing.

"You know, we had a hero named Doll, back in the day," said the detective idly as he held the gate open for the other two. They all went and settled in to the gloomy, poorly lit picnic shelter that served as the staging area for this part of the selection & assessment course. The two men sat down on a dusty old couch, while the rookie finished the healing blunt and put it out in a convenient ashtray.

"I read. According to your press releases, she died a hero," said Dollface, pursing her lips thoughtfully.

"She died because she didn't know how to fight," opined the detective grimly. "Our training protocols weren't what they are now; the infrastructure wasn't in place. She had some cool powers, was in good shape, had wits and courage, but it wasn't worth shit because she couldn't keep her head in the fight. That's the part we don't put in the press release." He tossed the cigarette away in a spray of orange and shook his head. "You're tougher than she is, and smart, too."

"Stooooop," moaned the new hero, waving her hands. "At least buy me a drink before you blow me."

"I'm not blowing you, motherfucker. You've got both wits and book learning-you're empathetic as hell and you can take a hit like a champion. That's all good shit for a superhero." This time the speaker was Tech Sergeant D, who was unbuckling a sword from around his waist. "I'd normally throw your ass in a support role right away-" No one shied away from mentioning the chair in S.U.P.L.E.X, an oddly refreshing method, just another tactical problem to overcome. "-but your power is just so damn good for combat. You could tank a hit from a god-tier and then make him tank the same hit to himself, kiloton for kiloton. That's the kind of pocket ace we need in some of these big set piece shitshows."

"But you have to make the choice," said Christopher, and this time he came close, squatted a little to look Dollface right in the eye. "We think you're good enough. But you have to decide that you're good enough-good enough and powerful enough to change the world." Up close, he smelled like cigarettes and gun oil, and the rookie couldn't supress a little bimbo giggle, while simultaneously berating herself for it internally-the conflict played across her face like a flash of cinema. The blunt was obviously kicking her ass in ways that the course had not. There was still a little bit of gore on her face.

"I mean, the design you guys showed me for the hoverchair with the mounted rocket launcher was pretty sweet," said Dollface.

"Oh, we're building that either way. Mirrorverse is footing the bill," said the detective, and the three of them chuckled. Never above saving a buck in this organization, lest Psyren's watchful CEO eye should fall upon them.

"...but I do worry I can do the job. Not the physical portion, I guess you guys have convinced me it can work, especially since I'm just damage transfer bait..."

Both men stumbled to the punch on a masturbation joke, something about master of baiting or something similar, and the rookie wearily endured it with a roll of her eyes.

"...but I wonder about the killing. I mean sure, pigs, they're invasive satan hogs or whatever, I eat bacon, it's fuckin' fine," said the rookie, looking towards the mass of bodies at the bottom of the ramp she had just rolled down. "But people? Especially mentally ill people in funny clothes? I mean who are we to judge? Though I am low key excited about my costume."

"Your costume is looking rad as fuck," agreed CBTT, lighting his third cigarette. Still squatting in front of her, he reaches for something in the spokes of the chair; it comes loose with a schleeeeerrrrripp and he holds the bloody object up to her face. To her credit, she doesn't recoil-she has become used to bloody object lessons like this. "But that is part of the reality of being a superhero. We empathize, we deescalate, we do all that progressive police department shit even though we don't have to under the law. But at the end of the day..." He waggled the shredded pig's ear for effect; it made a wet floppy sound and a few droplets hit her glasses. "...you either make chunks, or become them." He rose, tossing the pig's ear out into the darkness.

Things were quiet for a moment after that. "I get that there's sometimes no choice..."

The goateed sergeant paused in the act of pouring himself a drink. "That's the only time we use the chunkulation method, believe me. But some of these crazy fucks can blow up cities, kid. It's chunks, or megachunks."

"Oh shit! Is it too late to take Megachunks as my hero name?" burst out the stoned rookie, and this time the laughter went on for awhile, off into the quiet morning at the Quarry. And by morning, Dollface's name was on the contract. (Megachunks was unfortunately vetoed by Marketing.)

Another one of my characters and member of my Superhero team.

He was born with the ability of magic due to his mother but was cursed to not be able to use them properly. The curse of the "Weird" ,as wizards call it , causes his magic to do the opposite or "break" magic. It corrupts his effects and spells and has given him the "weird eyes" or evil eye. He cannot look at anything or it will corrupts or cause bad luck or twist.

He spent years training in Order Magic to keep his magic in control and maybe to figure out a way to bring order to his chaos. Hi uses magical tools to help him with his spells and magic . His wand channels Order Magic while his body is a vessel for dark magic.

His hat works like a portal to a dimension where he can go into, and summon/pull things from.

What do you guys think? :-)

(Art by JamCassette on Twitter)

Name: Shakira "Shaky" Phree.

Aliases and Nicknames: Amphere, Amphy, The Static Cling Queen, Shocky Shaky.

Affiliations: The Elemen-Teens, The NEW Elementals, the Defenders of All things Good and Just.

Height: 5'6.

Weight: 129 lbs.

Age: 18.

DoB: April 6.

Bio:

Despite gaining her father's powers, she ended up with the looks of her late mother, Felicity. Shakira would grow up and be raised by her now retired father, Benjamin Phree.

When her father (along with other supers) would be kidnapped and taken to a secret location by The Mastermind, Shakira would risk her life alongside other superpowered teenagers. This would get her a spot on the Elemen-Teens and later a full fledged member of the NEW Elementals.

Shakira is a peppy girl who absolutely loves her wooly hair and despises when it gets dirty or wet.

Powers and Abilities:

Her powers allow her to manipulate, generate, absorb, sense electrical signals and even shape electricity through her body.

Especially through her wooly hair, which can grow larger with more electricity, be used as projectiles when yanked off her head and even forcing it to grow manually.

But if she is doused with large amounts of water, she'll short out unable to use her electricity and making her hair too soggy and heavy to use. It also take her a lot of time to generate electricity manually.

Among his powers was the ability to fly, and his special ability consisted of raising the temperature to millions of degrees Celsius and transforming it into pure, intangible plasma. His origin stemmed from an experiment in which he was injected with pure plasma, which nearly cost him his life, but he managed to survive.

She was a villain, but after some friendly advice and a cremation oven by the Deadmoss, she became a hero and a member of the Syndicate of Justice.

This is one of my superhero Ocs clock stopper, the red was originally purple but i kinda got board of it and realised it didn't look to good so i swapped it out for red.

If anyone has any questions about her lore or anything i could say in the comments i guess