We Live Among You • Hero/Villain Role Play

[sipdre nma]

Hey is this rp still accepting?

[Emily Senpai]

{ Yes. }

[sipdre nma]

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Monica Weller

age;; 21
gender;; Female
hero, villain or normal;; Monica, while not evil, serves her own agenda and will only help those she deems worthy.
hair color;; dyed a lavender gray
eye color;; brown
hero/villain outfit;; none
tattoos/markings;; a tattoo of a snake wrapped around her ankle.

personality;; strong willed, brash, anxious, smart. Monica frequently runs her mouth and has a hard time filtering her speech. Also a very bad liar.

history;; Monica grew up on the lower end of the poverty line, so when her powers began to manifest in high school, she used them to threaten her way into a very prestigious scholarship.

likes;; sweets, reptiles, documentaries, in line skating
dislikes;; extreme temperatures, unfaithful people, authority
weaknesses;; flakey, skewed moral code, unlikeable
strengths;; persevering, outside the box thinking

powers;; Can manufacture toxins at will which she can shoot from her fingers from thin keratin spines
weapons;; aside from the aforementioned spines, nothing really

orientation;; pansexual
crush;; none
bf/gf;; none
family;; mother and two brothers that live upstate.
pets;; none

theme song;; November Has Come - Gorillaz
other;; code word: beam

[Emily Senpai]

{ Accepted! We can start! C: }

[Emily Senpai]

Michael Harkness / Drift
Michael sat in a Subway, eating his lunch just like any other person. He was sitting alone, which was not common for him. He had told his comrades that he had a headache due to his neighbors being loud all night. It was a lie. The real reason was that the robber he was after last night, during one if his crime fighting missions as Drift, shot a gun in an ally way to distract him, and she sound sounder so much louder than it should have been. Not that anyone needed to know of his secret double life that started once the sun went down.

[nightfire]

Masara

The business woman sat at her desk, her head in her hand as she looked at some different files that were popping up in the news currently. There was a guy in a suit, who went by the name "Drift", and a girl in tribal wear by the name "Elementra".

"Mou..." (Geez) she sighed, setting them down. Her grandfather was really vying for her to start a super hero league.

Juliet

"Mother! I'm going to get some groceries, okay?" she called out, grabbing her purse before leaving the house. Pausing for a moment, she looked up to the sky and sighed. The sky looked beautiful today... With that thought, she continued on to the nearest supermarket.

[true royalty.]

"Hey...why are you so quiet, Manhattan?"

"Yeah, you gonna' cry?"

"You gonna cry Manhattan?"

Devon felt himself be shoved towards the lockers, and he felt his head slam heavily against the metal, leaving his ears ringing. Gritting his teeth, the boy glared over at the figures of Sam, Jackson, and Baron; the three bullies that managed to physically attack him everytime he went to school in the morning. Feeling his anger growing, Devon attempted to walk down the hallway. He wouldn't do this. He wouldn't do this-

A punch almost impacted the back of his head...keyword; almost. It was forcibly stopped one inch away by what seemed to be a haze of transparent blue energy. Slowly turning around, Devon casually gestured towards the left, forcing Sam to be blasted from his spot, and slam against the lockers with an audible 'CRACK'. Before the other two bullies could say anything, Devon narrowed his eyes, the two jocks flying from their positions and launching upwards, towards the ceiling, slamming through the concrete and most-likely breaking dozens of bones.

[nightfire]

Juliet

She walked by a school, and saw some kids gathering around inside the glass. Of course, she shook her head and passed it off as a petty school fight, not knowing what was truly going on inside. She couldn't quite see from where she was, but if she had, she would have donned her costume and helped out the victim of the bullying--or at least broken up the fight. Shrugging, she continued to walked, purse clutched in one hand as she traveled down the sidewalk.