Name: Charlie Hewitt
Nickname: None
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Affiliation: Hero
Power: Structural manipulation
Health: 100/100
Stamina: 100/100
Hunger: 100/100
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Description: 6'1, scrawny, black hair, blue eyes, pale skin
Bio: Charlie was originally a US Marine, straight out of Germantown, Pennsylvania. However, half of his unit was killed during a surprise attack. A suicide bomber had exploded on the gate killing four men. A large group of hostiles had entered through the gate, causing a large fire-fight. Afterwards, Charlie was nearly killed, and injected with the antibody to save his life.
Personality: Good-natured, talkative, easily-angered, (gotta love those Germans) and he doesn't like snobs or brats.
Honor: 0
Reputation: 2
Fame: 0
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Money: $500
Clothing: Black hoodie, black jeans, black shoes.
Weapons: None
Equipment: None
Aid: None
Other: None
"Hmph. You didn't automatically try to get away and try to kill me, so that means your smart." You see him appear in the living room ahead. It looks like he's been standing there for a bit, but...well, you didn't see him somehow. "You can call me Jack. And I am the one responsible for those grunts you took care of earlier. And now that you've gotten rid of them, you've made it my job to get rid of you. That annoys me, but I'll give you a quick death anyways: Right now you've activated a motion sensor, connected to 5 pounds of C4 placed around the doorway your in right now. As soon as you leave that sensors field of vision, which is quite small I might add, all that is going to blow up, and take you with it. So, anything you'd like to say?" He looks completely impassive while saying this, and it seems that he wants to leave as soon as possible.
Name: Zinnaora Pendragon
Nickname: Dark Lady Wolf (Heroic title) or Zin(by friends and family)
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Affiliation: Hero
Power: Shadow/darkness manipulation
Health: 100/100
Stamina: 75/100
Hunger: 80/100
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Description: She is of average height and weight for a 23 year old. She is built like a man when it comes to the muscles and shoulders. She has black hair that is wavy and kept short. Her eyes are a midnight blue and her skin has the color of someone who loves to be outdoors.
Bio: Zinnaora's mom is a human, and her dad comes from a long line of knights. Neither parent expected their daughter to be born with powers. This made growing up hard for not only was Zinnaora teased for obvious things but also for her powers. This drove her to be the hero that she is now. Zinnaora has been fighting evil for the last six years under the name of Dark Lady Wolf.
Personality: Loyal, easy to anger, playful, quiet, smart
Honor: 0
Reputation: 0
Fame: 0
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Money: $500
Clothing: Tan hiking boots, camouflaged shirt and pants, a necklace that has the fang of a wolf on it and a cross
Weapons: None
Equipment: None
Aid: None
Other: None
The inn owner does not have any job openings, though as you read the newspaper, you see three. One is a simple coffee shop waiter job: quite boring. The second one is a request for some help in clearing out a "strange infestation," and the third is very vague: it simply says, "For all those who have the guts for it, come to the southeast corner of the central park at 6 PM on the 11th of November." Tomorrow is the 11th, as you can see from the newspaper's date. What do you do?
Name: Blue Wing
Nickname: Blue
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Affiliation: Neutral
Power: Animal communication
Health: 100/100
Stamina: 83/100
Hunger: 94/100
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Description: Short, skinny, light, long black hair, Black eyes.
Bio: he was always nice and friendly but somehow also different. didnt have a good relationship with his family and was considered the black sheep. hopes to find some friends he can love and trust.
Personality: Gentle, shy, quiet, calm, likes animals and nature. Different from most people and even though he's friendly, he bonds better with animals.
Honor: 0
Reputation: 0
Fame: 0
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Money: $500
Clothing: T-shirt, jeans
Weapons: None
Equipment: None
Aid: None
Other: None
"Somewhere, and because I'm being followed. Come." He turns to face towards a seemingly random direction, and starts heading that way, not looking back.
Name: Jericho Williams
Nickname: Drago
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Affiliation: Neutral
Power: Heightened stamina, senses, strength and agility.
Health: 100/100
Stamina: 95/100
Hunger: 97/100
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Description: Normal stature, muscular, black hair, shaved.
Bio: Found in the desert by an ex soldier at the age of two, Drago grew up in the Arena, a trading post and a place where most mercenaries, or men looking to flee from justice, rest and occasionally battle in brutal pit fights for money. He, thanks to the training of his adoptive father Dante, became one of the best fighters and mercenaries of the city. He got his powers after a revolution against the former governor, due to being the test subject of an experimental serum.
Personality: Always joking and taking things in a non-serious manner. He's the type of guy that would punch Death just to laugh at it's face.
Honor: 0
Reputation: 0
Fame: 0
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Money: $500
Clothing: Sunglasses, black leather jacket with a blue shirt under. Jeans and boots.
Weapons: Betty [A modified revolver capable of shooting 10 .308 rounds per magazine at a quick rate](10/10)
Equipment: None
Aid: None
Other: None
He nods. "That's correct. You would be helping us out in hunting down these 'exiles.' You'd be paid well, of course, and there'd be very few requirements on your part. However, this will not be an easy line of work. Everyone you are assigned to go after will have very powerful abilities, and more than a few will have already trained their powers to an adept level. You must be absolutely up to the task, though I'm sure you are. Is there anything else?"
Name: Justin Erwin
Nickname: None
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Affiliation: Neutral
Power: Electromagnetism
Health: 100/100
Stamina: 100/100
Hunger: 100/100
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Description: 6ft. 2in., Brown Hair, White Skin, Electric Blue Eyes, 220 lbs.
Bio: Justin was walking down main street with his girlfriend Sarah Curtis when an odd chain of events happened. Some Aurora Lights that were way down south from the North Pole combined with a lightning strike and hit Justin square in the chest. Sarah was unaffected but Justin was unconscious...he should have been dead.
Personality: Kind, caring, hopeful, determined.
Honor: 0
Reputation: 0
Fame: 0
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Money: $500
Clothing: Mountain Dew Shirt (with sweatshirt when it's cold), Blue Jeans (cold weather) Cargo Shorts (warm weather), Hiking Boot-Tennis Shoe mix.
Weapons: None
Equipment: None
Aid: Pack of Five Orbit Gum
Other: None
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"I see...that's a shame." He notices the look on your face, but doesn't say anything. "Alright, any other questions?" He starts eating his food: a small salad and steak.
