Faceless Watchers

[Eva]

2020. The second new decade of the millennium.

Where did it all go wrong? Once the U.S. went down to shit, things just got out of control. U.S.s jumped ship from their crumbling economy and boiled-over cities and into our land, Canada. It's a goddamn disgrace. Vancouver's filled with their id, the ones who just couldn't take it anymore. The ones who gave up on the American dream and its false promises. We've inherited a new generation of empty slates.

Of course, it was only a matter of time until tensions and overcrowding boiled over into civil unrest. The U.S.s wanted this and that, they just kept demanding until the Canadians had enough and started shouting back. It was stubbornness that bred us. Once it started getting violent and Prime Minister Faraway couldn't handle it, we stepped in.

I'm not sure who started this 'hero' business. Maybe it was Spider Mask, or maybe Chalk Silhouette; one of the two. My mom, Bandit, she was one of the first, I know that much. She wore her dark blue costume and her raccoon's mask with pride. Damn, she was fucking insane, going around with a bunch of hyped up men whose hobby was beating up violent rioters, but then again, that's what her son does. Heroes, they were called. Costumed fighters, bringing in jewelry thieves and disruptive of the peace. And they were damn good at their job.

The Vigilantes, The Front Line, The Templar, all exclusive groups. Several hero groups popped up, but none of them compared to those guys. Ma was part of The Vigilantes, and she was the only woman in that group, until Black Cross showed up. Her, Chalk Silhouette, Darbie, and Black Cross, they were the only females in the Big Three groups. But ma was the only one who really did shit.

But nobody can deny that heroes didn't change things. Prime Minister Faraday decided that we were making her look bad, so she cracked down on us, calling us violent ruffians. I remember the day they took Ma away, clear as day. She came running inside and told me to go to my room, to take my sister with me. The VPD busted through the front door, rummaged through Ma's closets, waved her mask and costume at her, screaming like madmen. She put down her purse and walked out the door, and they followed her.

Five minutes later, I took my sis with me to our aunt's house.

Now I'm grown up, twenty years old. I'm a grown man. I'm ready to finish what my ma started.

I am my mother's son. I am Bandit II.

Who are you?

[Eva]

This is a superhero RPG, minus the super.

We'll be playing as the masked fighters, the unknowns, those who patrol the night.

Rules:

No, this is not like the comics. These are normal people who, through constant effort, are excellent fighters or otherwise able to really kick ass. Don't go overboard with abilities. Pretty much everyone's a good fighter, but don't make your person omnipotent. In regards to costumes and aliases: You can do whatever you want. Serious or funny, practical or embarrassing. Just make it all fit together.

And above all else, don't be boring.

[GnomesAteMyCake]

Name: Riley Martins.

Alias: The Commander.

Age: 20

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Appearance: To put it bluntly, Riley is big. He’s 6’2, with compact muscle everywhere. Blond hair, blue eyes, chiselled features, the works. He’s the panicle of human appearance… and damn does he know it.
When not The Commander, Riley wears jeans and tank-tops, showing off his fabulous muscles to whoever happens to be around.
When he’s dressed up and out doing what he does, he wears a red, gold and brown tunic over a dark long-sleeved shirt, with golden gloves. A thick belt is around his waist, and a sword hangs from it, which is only for show and doesn’t even come out of the scabbard. A floppy brown hat is on his head, and he wears dark breeches with golden stitching up the sides and shiny knee-high boots. He did have a red cape, but Melanie said he looked ridiculous enough and shredded it.

Personality: Personality? This guy? Bricks have more personality than this dizzy idiot. Riley thinks he’s the best-looking thing to ever walk the earth, and he let’s everyone know that he thinks as such. Hell, he let’s everyone know when he walks into a room, which is why he doesn’t go on stealth missions often. Egotistical and always convinced that he’s right, Riley is someone who’ll burry his head in the sand when he’s told he’s wrong, even when whatever’s contradicting him is staring him right in the face.

History: Riley’s history is pretty much as boring as he is. Perfect family, prefect friends, perfect educations, perfect life. After school (since even his sports scholarship wasn’t enough to get the star quarter-back into college), Riley drifted around Vancouver, looking for a job that a handsome individual like himself could do that wasn’t illegal or morally wrong. Eventually, he found The Front Line, who hired him on first-appearances. After they found out that he was as thick as mud, they moved him from the important jobs to just hanging around there centre of operation, making coffee and keeping out of the way. At first, Riley didn’t notice, since heck, he was still being paid, and there was no danger of him ruining his perfect face in the base. But after a few months, he realised that he wasn’t doing anything useful, and was started to feel a little put-out. It was during this endless, coffee-making days, where he met Melanie Mercury, who was in the sort of same boat. They spent a lot of time complaining about the higher-ups, and one day left together.

Abilities: Riley is pretty much a bulldozer, and has a lot of strength inside of him, and could easily knock a guy out with one punch. However, Riley is so self-absorbed that he prefers to let Mel do the fighting, though if it ever seems like she could be loosing or is in danger, he’ll step in to help.

[Eva]

Name: Melanie Blackmon, AKA Melanie Mercury

Alias:

Front Lines Alias- Sweet Dreams
Solo Alias- Satin Justice

Age: 19

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Appearance: A classic, timeless beauty, Melanie could easily pass for someone several years older than herself. She has bright red hair that she pulls into a pin-up style when in costume, but which is usually left plain when in her civvies. She has a clear complexion. Mel stands at about 5'5, 5'6 in height and weighs about 132 pounds. She has ample curves, obviously, but don't laugh- she's also a lithe and capable fighter.
Melanie's civilian clothes are subdued; usually jeans and blouses, maybe some dresses. Her favorite colors are not black and yellow; they're red and purple, thank you very much.
As Satin Justice, Mel wears...well, look up. A canary yellow nightie over a black corset and black laced boots over black panty hose. She also wears a black glove over her right arm. That's her punching arm. You don't want to know what the glove's made of.

Personality: Melanie carries herself as a calm and cool sex goddess, acting like she's completely above the normal human beings who aren't famous heroes like her. She doesn't bother with a mask, because she believes that it detracts from her beauty. However, under this facade is a very insecure and lonely young woman who longs to be taken seriously as a crimefighter, in spite of her highly spoiled and over-it attitude. Few people wish to work with her in spite of her fame, which makes it hard for Melanie to make friends. She also rarely dates, since she tends to intimidate men away, or otherwise brush them off.

History: Melanie was one of the many young children who came to Canada with desperate parents, and she quickly saw the poor life that she would have to live. But she was extremely determined, and became a hard worker from age five. Mowing lawns, babysitting, double shifts, anything she could do to save up money. When she was fifteen, Melanie was working as a cashier at a gas station when a robber stormed in and demanded all of the store's money. In a rare show of self-assurance, Melanie right-hooked the robber right in the jaw, knocking him out cold.

She became a hero overnight. Using reward money from taking out a criminal, she purchased a sexy yellow nightie from a nearby Victoria's secret, put on her mother's best heels and jewelry, and began her turn as Satin Justice. Within a year, the renowned hero group, the Front Line, noticed the very attractive young woman who was gallivanting around, stealing their spotlight. So, in need of a female member, they invited Melanie into their group. The delighted girl accepted, and even allowed them to change her name. Satin Justice became Sweet Dreams.

For two years, she sat on the bench back in HQ, her fighting skills stagnating from lack of use. It became apparent to her that she was not in the group for anything but publicity. A pretty face, a girl in the group- that's all she was. The men never let her out on missions, and when they did, it was easy ones. Sweet Dreams faded into the background, along with The Commander, Riley Martins. The two quickly came to the agreement that they were underused.

A very public breaking-off from the Front Line later, and the two were on their own. Now Melanie seeks to make up for lost time. She just needs to get used to fighting in heels again...

Abilities: You wouldn't expect much out of a girl in a nightie and heels, but Melanie would surprise you. Her right hook is legendary, and more than a few criminals have fallen to it. Her kicks are also nothing to laugh at; if you're busy staring at her nice legs, you'll quickly have a very painful heel somewhere on your person. Just don't expect her to do a whole lot of running; she can run, but it's pretty uncomfortable.

[Tusk]

Name- Jacob Foros

Alias- Ze Jester

Age- 23

Publicity photo


Appearance- Jester stands rounghly about 5'10" in height with a light build. He wears contacts which turn his normal hazel eyes to bright green and he loves wearing a mask that make people....smile.... Fighting Crime, he wears a jester suit that is by far a most interesting invention. Highly flame resistant and good looking as well, the jester suit can come in two verieties. The one in the photo, or the one in the photo with green, gold, and purple. In his boring, normal, self, he wears a simple shirt and blue jeans and a lab coat. His hair is brown and touches the shoulder. That is right, he is a scientist.

Personality- Jacob seems like a well mannered scientist who was born a genius. He tends to look at things and solves them before many have the time to understand what they are looking at. However he did not let that go to his head and lived a very normal life. That was until he snapped. Tragedy creates comedy for the man who graduated college with a masters inside 16 years. It caused him to start fighting and also improve apon his explosive experiements. He still seems normal in public, but he became the Jester, A joker who has bad jokes, good jokes, and explosives. He is well beyond clinical insanity. It is present when Ze Jester walks, talks, and laughs at exploding get-a-way cars. It is like he has multiple personality syndrome. One is a well mannered Scientist, the other is a ticking timebomb directed toward the criminal element.

History- Most know his childhood. The new Opera had told it to the world as he visited her show some few weeks back. Jacob was a child genius. He was a kid who had an I.Q. spiking over 200 some said though he never took a test. He got his highschool diploma at 12. He lived a "normal life" though it was never reveiled that his father was a leader in a local crime orginization. Jacob was not just hitting the books. He was also a student in the martial arts. He was one of the quickest learners and was a better fighter because of it.
His years in college did not involve parties and drunk glee. He spent his time working hard in the feild of science while also exploring Pyrotechnics. He was always made fun of, but he did not mind too much. They at least noticed him. The new Opera loved talking about his tragedy. His family was murdered due by the orginization his father ran. No one knew that Jacob snapped. No one knew that after the funeral, Jacob laughed uncontrolabally at the Irony of his father's murder. No one knew that he became Ze Jester. Police said all of the crime orginization that committed the murder were aarrested. They did not say that all 40 members were delivered to them on a silver platter. The Jester's first night in action caued their building to explode at key points and at key times. the Gang was fatigued from running and grouped together so tightly that they could not get a gun out to shoot as Ze jester simply dove in and took them out with a new kind of tear gas. those who did not pass out from that, Ze Jester took them out with an unusual fighting style.
Opera then asked Jacob.
" You specialize in explosives and in high tech chemicals that police can use to apprehend criminals. Why does your science lead to this? "
Jacob replied.
" I want to do my part in helping society, "
He Hid the smile of all his accomplishments since and even meeting a few others that fight crime as well.

Abilities- Jester is a martial artist with an unusual style. He seems to flow and be really loose when he moves and strikes. You can never tell just where he is going to strike because just when he looks like he is going to kick, he throws a punch. He also has access to explosives and Chemicals that are made for tear gas, pepper spray, and other riot controling substances. he knows how to make these so he does not steal them. He also knows better than to touch the more potent stuff. It would make Ze Jester look suspicious with being Jacob.

[Weremouse]

Name: Xena Harrison

Alias: Juggler.

Age: 19

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Appearance: Xena is an all-purpose kind of girl. She wears the same things out fighting as she does when she's trying to blend in. Her dyed, cherry red hair is almost always in a different style of some sort - it's naturally straight, but she curls it when she wants to. She wears all-purpose streetwear that blends in and looks fashionable. The type of girl who fits in perfectly but still attracts a small amount of attention. Her eyes are red, but they blend with her hair so perfectly that they actually look quite beautiful.
As you can see from her publicity photos, the earlier one, she doesn't have her tattoo yet, but in the later one, she does. When uncovered by her wristbands, it's a wavy, natural pattern in the colours of a sunset. Theres a small, black ball that appears to move if she flexes her muscle or moves her arm.

Personality: In one word, Xena is spunk. She fits in with any group of people, and charms them every time. She can make almost anyone laugh, or cry (but usually she prefers to make them laugh.) Not really much else to say other than the Juggler is a positive, happy person who feels no remorse. Ever.

History: [will do later]

Abilities: Juggler...juggles. She does both regular juggling and contact jugggling, but the latter has hypnotic qualities. She can get people to tell the truth, or simply stop what they're doing. They don't even have to be focusing on her, they just have to glance at the black and red ball, going up and down and all around her arms.