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Bonnie Laken - A multi-fandom OC blog

Rules & Miscellaneous:

21+ only.

Open to most fandoms, although asking is preferred because I may not be familiar. Also open to non-fandom. The character can be adjusted.

Preferred fandoms: Supernatural, The Boys.

Doubles are welcome at this time.

Threads, DMs, asks are all welcome. I prefer to roleplay in DMs, but I'm also completely open to threads on the blogs.

What you will not get: pretty graphics on replies or on this blog. What you will get: lengthy replies, a communicative writer, and relatively quick responses.

Bonnie is portrayed by Katheryn Winnick.

So instead of inherent anger, rage, pain - he grew up with humility, grace, and the ability to remain mostly in control of his emotions. That alone probably made him dangerous.

“I was born premature and desperately ill,” he started, slowly, “and they were looking to use me as an experiment anyway. What better to use than a dying infant? If their experiments failed, well, they’d had nothing to lose anyway. They realised I wasn’t going to survive longer than about half an hour at best, so injected me with Compound V and then realised what a horrible idea that had been, because I killed a bunch of scientists a few days later by complete accident.”

He sighed.

“They took me because they wanted to use me. Their newest weapon. My mother never saw me again.”

Although it was hard to put into words, to verbalise and actually acknowledge what had happened and how very evil Vought had been, he found it... Helpful, to get it out, to someone. Firecracker seemed genuinely interested, and while she was known as a bit of a bitch and Confederate-adjacent, she hadn’t done anything overtly heinous yet.

Well, aside from those accusations, but he was doing his best to ignore those. Teamwork never really worked if you detested eachother. The Seven kept dropping in numbers because none of them could get along. He didn’t need to add to that.

“They wanted to call me ‘Banshee’ at first. I threatened to walk and they changed it to ‘Echo’. I still don’t like it, but it’s miles better than Banshee.”

He laughed a little, shrugging. What could he really do about it? These names seemed oddly arbitrary, and while he wasn’t a fan, all he could do was try and get them to choose a name that didn’t sound like he was going for gold in the nightmare Olympics. That was Homelander’s job.

He nodded at Firecracker, with a small smile.

“Pretty much,” he answered. “If you somehow survive the scream, the echo will finish you off. It’s kinda cool, but the... Well, y’know, I do have a pretty high bodycount from my childhood, because babies scream a lot and that was never really ideal.”

He snorted.

“First baby to have a bodycount, maybe. Go me.”

He watched the sparkles in a strange, childlike wonder - it was cute. Maybe completely useless unless in short-range self-defence movements, but cute. Dazzling, too. Perhaps good for mesmerisation in small doses. There was potential there for something great, even if Firecracker didn’t quite see it herself.

That didn't even touch what she went through after both of her parents had died.

Misty winced at the thought of him being used as a guinea pig as a premature infant. Not that it was entirely surprising, considering Vought's checkered history. Still though, a sympathetic look came over her face as she listened. "That's awful, even if it did end up saving your life. And your poor mama. You had a rough start. It got better though eventually by the sounds of it with your adopted dad." There was a slight smile on her face at the mention of his killing the scientists. "I bet they didn't expect that. I reckon headphones wouldn't do much good either, huh? Not if you can level whole buildings. It's always funny how Compound V works for each person. Some people get something cool, and some get something completely useless."

Misty's reputation tended to proceed her, which meant she had to earn trust and being liked. She was a conundrum and definitely hadn't been a saint throughout her life. She had made bad choices and decisions; she had even done outright bad things. Being cute and sweet had gotten her nowhere, but being bitchy and controversial had gotten her to the Seven.

"You were a dangerous little munchkin." She smiled again.

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“By location of birth, yes, I’m American,” he started, fighting back a grin. “But by parentage, no. My birth mother - who I’ve never met, she could be dead or alive and I’d have no idea either way - was Russian, as is my name. My adoptive father, the man who raised me, is German Jewish. My mother named me, apparently, before they took me from her.”

He was very much an open book, and willing to answer any questions anyone might have about him. Honesty and openness didn’t scare him, nor did sharing basic aspects of himself. What scared him was the darker parts, the things he’d read Vought had done to him, the pain from some of their experiments that sometimes felt fresh. They had saved his life as a baby, but they had created something else: a child with an eagle’s cry. A baby with a banshee’s wail.

And oh, how he wished things could have been different. But for better or for worse, this was who he was. And this was what he would fight for: for his right to exist, and for the right of all Supes everywhere. Very few of them asked to be this way, and they deserved to be recognised as independent and autonomous people in their own regard.

Vive la Révolution.

He zoned back into the world, and nodded as Firecracker explained what she’d heard of banshees. He snorted as she said she’d thought he would’ve been more akin to a bat.

“I have a hypersonic scream,” he answered, “it functions like an EMP, if you know what those are. Extremely strong waves of energy and sound that can topple buildings with enough force. My scream can kill, and they call me Echo because it... Well, because it echoes. It bounces off walls if in an enclosed area.”

He sighed a little.

“Sometimes I wish I was more like a bat. Echolocation would be fun. I’m scared of heights, so I’m not sure about the flight aspect.”

And he looked over at her.

"Well, dang, you don't even have to create an interesting origin story. You came with a real one. Why did they take you from your mother? Did you ever find out?" She had no problems asking probing questions. It came with her job essentially, but this was also just pure Misty Tucker Gray coming out. When someone intrigued her, she wanted to know details.

The interest was clear in her voice as she spoke. "An electromagnetic pulse, oh yeah, I know. So basically you could destroy anything, and with the echo effect...if the first doesn't get you, the bounce back will?"

She let out an amused snorted.

"Boy, did they shave your power down to one teeny little aspect to find you an alias. Sometimes the marketing team around here isn't so smart. Just pray Homelander doesn't get stuck on it or else you'll be dealing with the same thing Sister Sage is: a name you hate." She paused in her steps just a moment to adjust the holster attached to her thigh, straightening it out. When he asked about her power, she gave him something of a forced smile. This was always fun.

"My actual power isn't of much use, I'll be the first to admit it." She stood up straight and held out her hand in front of her. She snapped her fingers to elicit a few lackluster sparks. "Now, it was real cute when I was little and did pageants as a kid, I worked it into my routine and went by the name Sparkler." She tried to make it sound like something that was funny now, but there was a pain to it all underlying her chuckles.

-@godblessfirecracker

He appeared oddly calm. Almost like he’d been prepared for this, or like he’d been through far worse. Perhaps he was just one of those people, capable of staying level-headed in stressful situations. God knows the Seven needed someone like that, someone who wouldn’t crack under the mounting pressure of Homelander’s growing delusion.

When he was excused, he bowed his head and left quietly, turning on his heels swiftly and making a graceful exit to the hallways where the lifts were - though didn’t make it far before he heard a set of footsteps behind him, and slowed down to accommodate the secondary presence.

Firecracker. Southern Belle and by all accounts a bit of a bitch.

Cool costume, though, he had to admit.

“Please just call me Ilya,” he said, sighing. “I really don’t feel like an Echo. It works, but I don’t like it.”

He thought for a moment as to how to best word his abilities. It was like a scream, but one that could literally melt someone’s brain out through their ears. It functioned as an EMP, lethal and very, very loud. But that was quite hard to explain to most people, because to them, ‘I can scream very loudly’ just made him sound like he was prone to tantrums.

So, instead, he settled on-

“Have you heard of banshees?”

Inside these walls, inside the super suit, she lost the line between Firecracker and Misty Tucker Gray. It all blended together, and not always for the most palatable of personalities. Right now was one of those times. She knew when to crank up Firecracker but not always how to turn her back down until she was out of uniform. A shield for her vulnerability.

She waited though, quietly and patiently for him to find his words, blue eyes turned in his direction. She had been a teensy weensy impressed by his ability to keep a cool head inside the conference room with the eyes of the Seven staring back at him. Not even an awkward shift or a nervous look. Even Homelander unnerved her at times, although she would never let that show or admit it.

"A banshee? Sure, I've heard of banshees. My mamaw used to tell us that we were screaming like banshees whenever we got loud." A slight smile played at her lips. "But lots of wailing and shrieking."

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