THE CAPEHOOD ENCYCLOPEDIA.

cassian doesn’t look up immediately. he lets the silence stretch, fingers idly near the planchette around his neck as if it might act as a subtle remind the other of the sheer power he had at his finger tips.

he studies them the way he studies anything unknown: not with suspicion, exactly… but with interest sharp enough to cut.

“wrong timing,” he says lightly

a faint tilt of his head.

“or very deliberate timing. which is it?”

“Well,” he hummed, shutting the door behind him, “either security’s getting sloppy… or you came looking for me.”

Neon light caught against the sheen of sweat on his skin as he stepped closer, close enough now for his cologne to linger between them.

“You know,” he said softly, fingers hooking beneath the chain around his neck, “most people have to pay for a private show.”

His gaze dipped briefly to their lips before returning upward again.

“But maybe I’m feeling generous tonight.”

[ austin butler, pansexual, male + he / him, wielder of the planchett of destiny ] shhh, is that cassian vale ? the twenty-six year old might look like any other mortal but they're actually a chaotic neutral esper whose expertise lies in spellcasting, with a speciality in soul manipulation. there are rumors that they are observant & charismatic, but i've been told they are actually manipulative and ruthless, so i wonder what they'll do now that the secret about espers is out of the bag. the mortals are definitely in for a shock, especially with how they've been orchestrating underground spirit dealings and disappearing rival occultists in the supernatural world so far, so it just makes me wonder how the people react to SPEKTRE. gods, i just can't wait to see how magical they will be out there! name : cassian vale hero alias : spektre age : 29 gender : cis male sexual orientation : bisexual affiliation : tbd faceclaim : austin butler positive attribute : charismatic / seductive / intelligent negative attribute : manipulative / indulgent / detached [major inspirations: Agatha Harkness, Astarion (Baldur's Gate 3), etc]

Spellcasting and Soul Manipulation: Spektre posseses a powerful array of dark magic, with a special panache for the manipulation of souls and spiritual energy. Alongside regular ritualistic spellcasting, Spektre is also capable of summoning ghosts and spirits into corporeal forms, binding them into obedience, and communicating directly with entities beyond the mortal plane. Spektre can command souls to act according to his will, temporarily tethering them to objects, locations, or even living hosts. His magic appears strongest when fueled by intense emotion, indulgence, or destructive impulses, allowing him to channel increasingly dangerous supernatural abilities the deeper he gives himself to corruption. Some occult theorists believe his powers stem from an unnatural connection to the veil between life and death itself, enabling Spektre to move between spiritual and physical influence with frightening ease. Limitations: Spektre’s magic is heavily tied to his cursed planchette, which acts as both the conduit and anchor for much of his soul manipulation. Without it, his control over summoned spirits and complex spellcasting becomes significantly weaker and far more unstable. His abilities are also deeply influenced by his emotional state; intense feelings such as anger, obsession, grief, or lust can amplify his magic unpredictably, sometimes causing spirits to become volatile or difficult to control. The more he indulges in destructive impulses to strengthen his power, the more vulnerable he becomes to corruption from the very forces he channels. Extended use of dark magic can leave physical exhaustion, hallucinations, spiritual backlash, or temporary fractures between the physical and spectral plane around him, risking unintended possessions or supernatural disturbances.

mini bio:

born with an unnatural connection to the dead, spektre’s fascination with dark magic quickly spiraled into obsession after discovering an ancient planchette capable of binding souls to the physical world. while most occultists feared the art of soul manipulation, he embraced it completely, believing that indulgence, excess, and sin only strengthened his magic further. pleasure, violence, temptation — to spektre, every vice became another offering to the darkness he worships.

over time, he became infamous within supernatural circles for his ability to command spirits with terrifying precision, summoning ghosts into corporeal forms and bending hostile entities to his will. though elegant and composed on the surface, years spent indulging in dark magic have left him detached from ordinary morality, blurring the line between devotion and corruption more with every soul he claims.

[   jacob elordi,  homosexual,  cis male +  he/him,  sorcerer from the lineage of joan of arc ]  shhh, is that joseph 'joey' capello ? the thirty year old might look like any other mortal but they're actually a lawful good esper whose expertise lies in the ability to harness divine light and weaponry gifted by the god he serves. there are rumors that they are clever just & practical whimsical , but i've been told they are actually strict & dual-natured, so i wonder what they'll do now that the secret about espers is out of the bag. the mortals are definitely in for a shock, especially with how they've been known to slay thousands of dark entities in his lifetime, so it just makes me wonder how the people react to our father. gods, i just can't wait to see how magical they will be out there!

[   hudson williams,  homosexual,  cis male +  he/him,  lumikinetic explosive light manipulation   ]  riot young is a twenty-five year old calamity supervillain known better as novaflare to the general public. they are most notorious for detonating a data center containing sensitive data regarding an anonymous, shady organization, but their closest allies have called them determined  &  clever while those so-called heroes would argue that they’re susceptible &  jaded. the most recent investigation by the pageturner have exposed their ability to generate and control lumikinetic energy plasmoids to various effects, and how they’re running around halcyon city’s criminal underbelly with jinx!/anonymous organization. god, i just hope the miracles apprehend them soon because i heard they're a clone made to replace a former hero and create chaos in his name! 

"       hey,   stud.   the   show's   not   for   free,   you   know.       "                       marcus   says   with   a   chuckle,   giving   the   other   a   quick   wink   and   a   jiggle   of   his   cheeks   before   returning   to   the   drink   he's   making   for   another   hero.   even   in   the   cacophony   and   chaos   of   shock   therapy's   usual   busy   night,   marcus   can   pinpoint   every   guy   who's   been   staring   at   his   ass.   it's   not   really   the   superpower   he   was   given,   but   you   don't   really   need   a   special   talent   for   this;   work   in   this   industry   long   enough,   and   you   build   a   sensitivity   to   it.   besides,   the   man   has   been   staring   at   it   since   he   sat   down—he's   hardly   subtle.

after   finishing   and   serving   the   drink,   he   finally   sets   his   eyes   on   the   one   who's   been   checking   him   out.   something   tells   him   he   should   know   who   they   are.   if   not   for   being   a   hero,   at   least   someone   from   his   …   darker   persona.   he   smiles   wider. 

"       if   you're   gonna   stare   at   my   ass   the   entire   night,   i   think   it   would   be   polite   to   at   least   order   something.       "        he   continues,   leaning   over   the   bar   and   closing   the   distance   between   them,   ignoring   the   coldness   of   the   counter   against   his   bare   torso.   he   even   arches   his   back   to   raise   his   ass   a   little,   his   tight   jeans   barely   covering   them,   just   so   the   other   can't   miss   it.        "       unless,   of   course,   you   have   something   else   in   mind   …   and   you're   willing   to   give   extra.   so,   what's   it   gonna   be,   handsome?       "

excellence  must  be  pursued,  it  must  be  wooed  with  all  of  one's  might  and  every  bit  of  effort  that  we  have  ... 

❝  the  fated  child  of  the  famous  but  now  retired MAGNITUDE,  laureano  always  lived  in  the  world  of  the  beloved  miracle,  even  if  they  were  too  young  to  fully  understand  the  weight  of  their  legacy.  lalo  didn’t  want  their  baby  to  delve  into  the  world  of  herodom,  which  often  caused  points  of  friction  between  the  pair  given  laureano’s  growing  desire  to  help  out.  however,  their  love  for  their  dad  makes  them  decline  a  position.  but  such  good  will  goes  out  the  window  when  lalo  returns  to  mentor  the kickstarters,  prompting  laureano  to  become  the  mayor’s  right  hand:  they’d  help  their  own  way,  approval  be  damned.  ❞

empathy  is  a  necessary  trait  that  much  of  human  race  seems  to  lack. 

❝  formerly  a  top  runner  of  news  stories  at  halcyon's  media  center,  camilo  believed  they  had  a  bright  future  in  covering  the  stories  of  the  city's  best  and  brightest  heroes,  even  in  the  league  of  hosting  their  own  newscast.  however,  a  band  of  stories  regarding  a  trafficking  ring  in  the  making  were  disbarred  and  rejected  from  the  news  cycle.  at  first,  camilo  tried  to  ignore  but  they  began  to  look  into  it,  bringing  it  to  the  media  for  approval,  but  found  that  such  ‘optics’  were  not  favored  and  that  what  was  in  was  more  ‘colorful’  fights.  disgusted,  camilo  realized  they  couldn't  continue,  abandoning  the  fame  and  renown  to  research  the  mystery  of  the  missing  on  their  own,  coming  to  invidia  blvd  agency  and  exposing  the  streets'  harshest  realities. and  unlike  before,  they  won't  ignore  the  denizens  anymore.  ❞

abandon  all  hope,  ye  who  enter  here  ... 

❝  the  wielder  of  the  azure  ifrit  has  been  a  tradition  for  nearly  100,000  years,  the  first  being  the  mighty AISSEN who  used  the  crafted  lamp  to  capture DAIZU,  the  burning  ifrit  of  the  4th  plane  of  hell.  though  they  died  in  their  effort  to  imprison  it,  the  tradition  of  the  last  wish  to  be  granted  in  a  wielder’s  life  being  to  return  again  was  born,  and  after  nearly  150  iterations,  the  latest  came  of  in  the  form  of  roman,  a  castaway  who  had  drifted  into  halcyon  city  where  their  destiny  awaited  in  the  form  of  becoming INFERNI as  a  key  member  of  the  famed ILLUMINATI.  they  now  take  the  duty  of  using  the  old  ifrit  for  the  betterment  of  mankind,  while  making  sure  it’s  never  unleashed  on  earth.   ❞

Heavy thoughts weighed on Lucien’s mind, shadows nearly as dark as the scenes he had witnessed. Sunlight warmed his skin again, but guilt gnawed at him for those lost, denied another sunrise. Even as Halcyon embraced survival, the emptiness left by fallen lives pressed against him, restless and aching. Sitting still was impossible as his heart demanded he stay present for those who needed him, the only respite he could allow himself. Training would begin anew, harder than ever, but at this moment, reaching out was his way to heal.

Their hurried journey came to a sudden stop, tension lingering between them. The assistant retrieved the cover bag from under her arm and, with a knowing smile, handed it to Lucien. “Everything you need should be right here. If my handling left a few wrinkles, I trust you’ll stretch them right out. That being said, the room behind you should be the one they allowed you to use.” Sandra’s voice raced, tracing familiar lines of their rapport. Lucien managed a grateful smile despite her attention already drawn back to her tablet. “I’ll be over there dealing with other matters, but I trust you’ll manage perfectly.” Her footsteps faded with a warning, “Just don’t get blood on it; it’s such a bitch to clean,” blending a fleeting warmth with her concern.

Lucien entered the uncertain room, heart fluttering as he unzipped the black bag to reveal a bright white, golden-accented hero costume. He hadn’t seen it in ages, and now its cartoonish flash felt almost surreal, a relic of sorts. A bittersweet smile flickered across his face as he remembered how this suit once brought laughter to children. He tried not to wince as he stripped down, bones weary and muscles stiff, but the promise of joyful faces spurred him. Solstice wrestled into the costume, struggling more than he had fighting monsters, when suddenly the door swung open, exposing his vulnerability. “Whoa there, buddy,” he called out, cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “My bad, am I in the wrong place?” Solstice apologized quickly, tension breaking with uneasy laughter.

but   then   again,   this   really   isn't   a   normal   circumstance.   he   can   gather   that   much   from   the   air   he   is   breathing,   the   light   he’s   not   seeing,   and   the   gore   that   has   mounted   in   the   city   streets.   something   more   sinister   happened   here—and   it   looks   like   they   need   him   to   straighten   things   out.

"       begone,       "        he   says,   just   above   a   whisper,   but   the   blast   that   follows   is   like   a   cannon   of   pure   light.   warm,   but   not   welcoming.   bright,   but   not   illuminating.   certainly   not   the   light   you   want   to   see   at   the   end   of   the   tunnel.   and   when   it   dies,   the   horde   of   monsters   that   was   approaching   is   turned   into   nothing   but   dust   and   a   faint   roar.

divine   absolution:   a   spell   he   rarely   casts   because   of   the   strain   it   causes   him   and   his   connection   to   his   patrons.   but   the   goddesses   are   quiet   today,   which   probably   means   they   don't   mind.

"       these   are   creatures   that   shouldn't   be   walking   this   plane,   and   their   presence   here   is   a   disturbance   to   the   balance   of   this   world       ...       "        with   a   raised   eyebrow,   he   turns   to   the   party   he   is   interrupting.        "       can   anyone   explain   to   me   what   the   fuck   happened   here?       "

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