The Anomalies

This was nothing Len could have expected when she'd left home for the mall earlier. Her body seemed to float through the twists and curves of the tube Daemion had convinced her to climb in and slide down. She had to admit this was much more fun than getting ditched by her friend. And then it hit her, just as she could see the light at the tube's end.

"Daemion!" she called out, body exiting the tube.

"Look out below!" Daemion's voice seemed to echo through the tube before his body followed, Len managing to step to the side to avoid collision. 

"Daemion, how am I supposed to get back home?" Len asked.

"Funny thing about that."

"Oh no."

"I'm not saying you can't," Daemion said, leading Len down what looked like a metal cavern, "I'm just saying that going home might be the best option."

"What do you mean by that?"

"These guys -- The Syndicate, they'll hunt you. They won't stop until either they've killed you or you've joined them," Daemion paused for a second, "And they don't give a damn what they have to do or who they have to go through to do it."

His pause hadn't gone unnoticed by the ivory-haired girl, who spoke up, "I'm guessing they took someone from you...?"

Daemion seemed to seize up for a second before breathing out, "Don't worry about it, Len. Let's just get you to Doc."

"Daemion.." Len reached out and grabbed his hand.

"I told you not to..." Daemion trailed off, turning towards her. Sighing, the young man spoke again.

"Yeah, they did." He wriggled his hand free of the girl's grasp, moving to the wall and sitting against it on the cold metal floor, "See, Victor's got powers just like me. Well, not just like me, mine are fire and his are -- I'm getting sidetracked. When I was about eleven, his powers started to develop. So naturally, they came after him. When they did, me and him weren't home...but our parents were. They must've thought Vic was on to them and was hiding in the house or something; tore the place apart.." he paused again, "And when we got home, there was just this-- this guy, eyes wide and bloodshot, standing over my parents bodies, and he's just licking this knife that's covered in what had to be one of their blood, or maybe both; and when he saw Victor he just started screaming! Yelling something like 'There he is! Boy, I've been looking all over for you!'. Vic snapped. He and the guy duked it out for a little bit before he just nails him with one good power shot. Completely shattered the guy's jaw, he must've passed out from the pain. Cops got called, and Victor told them everything we knew for sure. Some sick fuck came looking for him for some reason, killed our parents and then went after him.  When the guy woke up they arrested him, he got life, and we went to go live with our aunt Anna up until Victor turned eighteen a few months later. Since then, it's just been us."

Len stood in silence for a moment before moving to where he sat, joining him on the floor. After a few seconds she spoke up.

"Well, damn. I'm sorry. And don't peg me as insensitive or anything like that, but I guess everyone's got some kind of sob story, yeah? I've definitely got one of my own, so I understand."

"You were the one who wanted to know."

"I'm not saying that I didn't want to know. I'm just saying, I understand, dork." she said, pushing him playfully on the last word.

Daemion smiled to himself a little before pushing off of the wall, rising to his feet. "Come on," he stated, reaching his hand out to her, we've got a little further to go."

Taking his hand to pull herself up, Len remarked, "Well then, what are we waiting for?"

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Victor stepped through the shattered remains of the hospital doors, glass crunching beneath his sneakers. He'd launched the attacker, but he knew she couldn't be far. Sure enough, he spotted the pink-haired woman slumped , blood flowing from the cuts in her back and pooling beneath her. Her breaths were shallow and labored but she was alive nonetheless. Victor smiled to himself. By now, Daemion and the girl should be with Doc, and by the time The Syndicate's assassin awoke, he'd be long gone. The elder Evans' train of thought was disrupted by the sound of glass under someone's feet behind him. Glancing over his shoulder, Victor was surprised to see the same woman, knives drawn, lunging at him. Thinking quickly, he grabbed her by her arm, and in a move he'd done hundreds if not thousands of times before, threw her over his shoulder and planted her firmly in the ground. 

"This time," he snarled, placing a hand on her stomach, "Stay down."

Lexx felt that same pressure flow through her and that sense of immobility fill her body. She had spent all of the energy she had left creating the double, meaning she was stuck there. The man smirked and walked off, leaving her immobile. After a few silent moments she heard another set of footsteps, accompanied by a familiar, yet unfriendly voice. 

Daemion, along with Len, who was redressed in the torn and bloodstained t-shirt and jeans that she'd been in when he'd found her, pushed his way through the emptying halls of the hospital's second floor. As the pair rounded a corner into a vacant corridor, Len finally spoke up.

"Would you please tell me where the hell we're going?"

"Now, where would be the fun in that?" Daemion chuckled.

"You two sure like your secrets, huh?" Len scowled.

"We're secretive? You haven't even told me your name."

"You shoot fire from your hands and won't tell me how the hell you manage that. Plus, you didn't exactly give me the chance to do so."

Daemion stopped, running his hand along the wall, searching for something, "You have the chance right now."

"Len. Len Liu."

"Well," Daemion said, sliding open a panel, revealing what looked like a camera and a speaker, "If nothing else, you have an interesting name."

"What's that supposed - " Len was cut off by a woman's voice, almost robotic, coming from the speaker.

[PREPARE FOR RETINAL SCAN.]

Daemion lined his eye up to the camera, as the voice called out again.

[RETINAL SCAN INITIALIZING... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... COMPLETE.]

[PLEASE SPEAK PASSCODE.]

"V-L-E-3-2-9-X-0-2-7-3." Daemion rattled off the sequence, each digit rolling off of his tongue as if it were a second language. 

[PASSCODE RECOGNIZED.]

[VOICE PRINT RECOGNIZED.]

[WELCOME, DAEMION R. EVANS.] 

A section of the wall, directly in front of Daemion swung wide open, unveiling another room.

"After you." Daemion said.

"Such a gentleman."

"Why, thank you." 

"You're..." Len trailed off, "What the hell is this?"

"What is what?"

"That." the girl pointed to a large tube protruding from the floor and curving towards them.

"Oh, that would be our ride." Daemion replied, entering the room, door shutting behind him.

"What?!"

"It's like a slide. Although, I don't recommend going down headfirst."

"I'm not going down that at all."

"Look, I know this all seems really sketchy, and everything's happening super fast and all that, but.." Daemion paused, putting his hands on Len's shoulders, unknowingly uttering the same phrase his older self had spoken to her in the alley, "You've just gotta trust me, okay?"

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This was not what Lexx had signed up for. Her job was to kill the girl; nothing more, nothing less. No one had said anything about the suit-clad man who'd just driven her knives into the tile with nothing more than a look. No, no, no, this was not what she had signed up for at all. And no amount of Syndicate money was worth dealing with this. She had to get the hell out of here. Except she couldn't. As she turned to flee, she found that she couldn't move. Her legs felt heavy, as if had been replaced with bricks, This was bad. The man moved closer, every step heavy and deliberate, a smirk plastered to his face. She was going to die, or worse, be tortured and sent back to The Syndicate, and killed by them.

As his arm extended towards her, Lexx closed her eyes, praying that it would at least be swift, if not painless. She felt a single finger press into her sternum, light as a feather. Opening one eye to inspect the situation, she saw the man mouth one word.

"Gotcha."

All the feeling returned to her legs, but before she could turn and run, she felt a pressure flow through her chest, out through her back and then, she was flying. Not "Up, up, and away!" flying; it was much more "shot out of a cannon" flying. Smashing through the hospital doors, glass slicing her back and arms, only one thought ran through her mind.

Age: 19 Height: 5’8” Weight: 185 lbs Powers: Hydrokinesis Appearance: Tattoos covering most of his body, scar on his right cheek from a knife wound. Dark blonde hair slicked back into a pomp, no glasses, denim vest covered in patches, black wife beater, tight fitting pants, black combat boots. About: It was at the age of fourteen that Jacob realized that he was special. He was a relatively average, if precocious child until that point. His life, though comfortable, was marred by trauma, and no amount of money or love, both of which were things his parents had in large amounts, could ever undo the things that he had experienced. When he was six years old he was molested by a close cousin. Someone he considered to be an older brother. As he grew, he began to experience anxiety attacks, extreme sexual aversion, and an inability to let someone into his life, although he felt a desperate need to be loved and cherished. When he was fourteen he noticed that he was very in tune with the water. He spent his days swimming, walking through the rain, and fishing from the ponds on his father’s farm. He could sense someone’s rapid heart rate, their presence, and even control their blood-flow to a degree. His sense of perspective came from a deep understanding of people, and his powers began to reflect how in touch he was with life itself. As his powers grew he learned to harness them, practicing in the very lakes that he had fished from as a child. It wasn’t until he was sixteen that he learned that he could control a person’s own blood when he found himself in an argument with a teacher. He could feel their blood pumping quickly, and he silently willed them to calm down. As their blood bent to his will, it dawned on him that he had the power the essence of life. When he returned home that evening he fantasized about what these powers could bring him, and the first thought to manifest was revenge. Every night the memories of his abuse tortured him, bringing him to the brink of insanity more than once. The face of his antagonist burned itself into his brain, and he decided that it was time to bring an end to his madness. One week later he drove to the home of his now-fully grown perpetrator late at night and knocked on the man’s door. When the door opened, Jacob began his assault, draining the water from his cousin’s body slowly through his pores. He meant to sweat the fool to death. Just as it was nearing an end, however, he realized that no amount of suffering that his cousin experienced could undo the pain that he felt. The wrong could never be righted, and he would merely be adding guilt to his already battered psyche. He released his hold on his cousin, restored some of the precious water to his body, and left. Instead of making his way back home, however, he hit the interstate and used the money his parents had given him to make his way to the city, where he would survive by killing the scum he crossed paths with and robbing their corpses. By the age of eighteen, he had crossed paths with Daemion, another peculiar youth, and they began to work together to support themselves as heroes-for-hire, a much prettier term for “mercenaries.” His mind is battered, and his powers, though potent, are often reflective of his scattered brain, sometimes working far too hard for their purposes. He continues to do his work in the underground of a dying city, praying that he is never found by his mourning family, as his cousin was too traumatized by his assault to remember who it was that attacked him. Miscellaneous Info: Jake may be averse to passionate sexual encounters, but he has a great desire for intimacy, though he can only attain this through random and casual sex. He has a great love of pop culture and often cites films, music, and comic books in conversation. He rarely sleeps, and can sustain himself on a frugal diet due to his mastery of water, something he can replenish himself when he is thirsty. He in a chain-smoker and prefers Marlboro. His powers work best in an area with a great water supply or humid areas, and are greatly diminished in a desert-like environment. He is prone to fits of panic and schizophrenic episodes, something that can happen randomly, but primarily at night or when he is in the presence of a more dominant personality than his, something that happens somewhat infrequently, as he is a natural leader. As he controls water, he can also change its temperature, giving him the ability to create ice structures such as shields or spiked weapons, or boiling hot mist that can severely harm an enemy. Due to living in a harsh environment and being in his line of work, he has trained himself to be a brilliant hand to hand combatant, and is nearly inexhaustible, as he will replenish the water in his body when nearing dehydration. He cares for a stray dog, an Australian Shepherd that he has named Mathis.

Themes:

Goin Out West - Tom Waits I feel like my character has a lot of old school machismo going on, and this song is pure sonic testosterone. I feel like it should play in someone’s head every time he’s visible.

Ball and a Biscuit - The White Stripes Mainly because I think he would try to seduce someone by saying “let’s have a ball and a biscuit, sugar."

Sinister Kid - The Black Keys Lyrically I think this song fits him pretty perfectly.

Harem of Scorpions - Cancer Bats This is a great song to get pumped to, and he’s a pretty adrenaline-fueled individual.

P.F.F. - Hank Williams III It’s called “punch, fight, fuck" so I think that’s reason enough.

Rendez-Voodoo - Every Time I Die This whole album sounded like a scummy bar somewhere in the south, and he’s got deep southern roots, so I think it fits.

You Got A Killer Scene There, Man - Queens of the Stone Age  This song fits him because of the line “you gonna do somethin killer? go on give it a try" and the fact that they howl at the moon in the chorus. That’s good enough I think.

Ramirez - Acacia Strain He’s an angry, scared individual deep down, and I can’t think of a more angry song.

Earth Died Screaming - Tom Waits I don’t know what insanity sounds like, but this may be the closest thing to it, and Jake gets a bit insane every once in a while.

Insane - Heltah Skeltah It’s angry, scary, and hard headed. Plus, I feel like Daemion is to Jake as Sean Pryce is to Rock.

Age: 22  Height: 4'11" Weight: 100 lbs. Powers: Violet is extremely gifted with poisons and, when she wills it, can have her body produce deadly poisons through her skin and saliva. However, if she lets the self-produced poisons sit on her skin for too long, it causes massive burns and will eventually render her unable to fight at all. She also carries knives for close-combat, and the blades are coated with a poison blend she mixes herself. Appearance: Shorts and t-shirts when it’s warm (more exposed skin = greater chance of getting poison on an enemy) and skinny jeans and t-shirt with an unbuttoned flannel over-shirt when it’s cold. Sometimes wears a black beanie over long, dark hair. converse or combat boots. usually wears gloves when mixing her poisons. She has dark brown/black hair and brown eyes flecked with gold. About: In large groups, tends to be very much on the quiet side and any comments she makes aloud are soft-spoken digs at other members (which, because she’s quiet, tend to get overlooked). Choosy about her loyalties. Maintains a emotionless facade when faced with either friend or foe, which makes even her allies question where her loyalties lie for certain. Miscellaneous Info: n/a

Themes:

You've Seen the Butcher - Deftones

Science - System of a Down

The first one of Len's senses that returned was her hearing.

"Doc says she'll make a full recovery. Apparently that's some kind of miracle because of all the blood loss and stuff." her rescuer's voice rang in her ears.

"What's her energy looking like?" another, somewhat deeper voice chimed in.

"Higher than when I got to her, that's for damn sure."

"Meaning you bought the ghost the time she needed. Good job, Daemion."

So, his name was Daemion. Good to know. Wait, what was that other thing? Ghost? The hell where they talking about? Len opened her eyes, the lights above flooding her vision, blinding her and eliciting a groan from the girl.

"Hey there, Sleeping Beauty." Daemion chuckled from his seat, pushing his goggles onto his forehead.

"Don't try to move too fast," the other man, who stood a few inches taller than Daemion, his hair buzzed short, and clad in a black suit and purple tie.

"Where am I?" Len groaned, pulling herself up slowly.

"Hospital." the man in the suit said.

"Who are you guys?"

"My name is Victor Evans. The poorly dressed little goof in the chair is my little brother, Daemion."

Suddenly, Len remembered the build-up of events and her eyes grew wide.

"Okay, hold on. You can shoot fireballs out of your hands. What the fuck are you?"

Daemion sighed and smirked, "I'll explain later."

Len seemed to accept this answer warily, then continued to probe the two young men with questions.

"Where exactly are we?" she glanced out of the window, down into a city she didn't recognize.

"Campbell Park." Daemion spoke up.

"Why the hell are we in Campbell Park?!" Len exclaimed.

"Because this is where the only doctor in the world we can afford to trust is." Victor deadpanned.

"We won't be here much longer, though." the younger man said. 

"They're letting me go home already?" Len asked, surprised.

"Not exactly." Daemion replied.

"What do you mean, not exactly?"

"Well, while you were out, Doc found some kind of tracer in your shoulder. It's gone now, but I wouldn't doubt that they know where we are. Meaning we need to get the hell outta dodge soon." Daemion pulled his goggles back onto his face.

"They?"

"The Syndicate." Victor said, "They hunt people like us." 

"People like us? The hell does that mean?"

"People like us. People who can stand in their way." Victor explained.

"Speaking of which, looks like we've got company, Vic." Daemion's eyes bored through the floor. "Big time energy spike downstairs." 

"Who'd they send?"

"Dunno, she must be new."

"I'll handle it. You," he pointed at Len, "get dressed. Daemion, get her to Doc."

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Victor pressed his body against the wall, peeking his head out to eye The Syndicate's hire. Her hair, a bright pink, clung to her scalp, just a couple of inches longer than his; her eyes shaded by the sunglasses that rested on her face. Two metal rings, one in her right eyebrow, the other in her septum, pierced the brown skin of her face. A denim vest hung from her lean torso, over a skintight turtleneck, the same shade of black as the lipstick she wore, that stopped just above her forearms and just below her ribs. Black leather pants covered her frame from the waist down, along with boots that came up to her calves. 

Well.. if nothing else, Victor could say that she looked interesting. She hadn't made a move yet, she seemed more like she was looking for something... or someone. Victor pulled his head back. If this woman really was sent by The Syndicate, she'd know his face, no doubt. The elder Evans peeked out again peeked out again, momentarily, only to see a knife hurtling towards his face. Pulling back against the wall just in time to avoid it, Victor muttered to himself, "It's always knives." 

Taking a breath and focusing for a second, Victor stepped around the corner, moving towards the young woman. She smirked to herself, pulling two more knives from her boots, and flinging them at the suited man in one motion. Now, it was Victor's turn to smirk. The blades stopped mere inches from his face, before plummeting into the tile. The girl froze, surprised, as did everyone in the lobby that wasn't already running away. 

Jackson "Jack" Oliver

Age: 19

Born into a family of grey eyed, blond haired assassins, Jack, alongside his sister, Lucy, was trained from a young age to hunt and eliminate enemy Anomalies. At 14 years old, the male Oliver twin began to notice a disturbing trend, in which The Syndicate, the organization for which he worked and his mother led, had begun targeting Anomalies believed to be potential threats, even those without powers; innocents. Jack slowly, but surely stopped going on assignments, but remained an active member of The Syndicate, they were family, after all. However, his tune changed when his mother personally assigned him to cripple Francis Oliver, his own father. Refusing to do so, then-17 year old Jack crept away that night with all the money he had to his name, and roamed the world, eventually crossing paths with Jake and Daemion.

Powers: Invisibility; Short Wave Teleportation

Running. 

That was all Len had been doing for the last few minutes. It was, in fact, the only thing she could do to keep away from the three masked men who’d chased her from the mall, through the near vacant streets of her hometown.

‘I knew I should have stayed home,’ she screamed in her head, ‘Damn you, Michael! This wouldn’t be happening if you hadn’t asked me to go with you to the mall, and then ditched me for your other friends.’

Her thoughts were interrupted by one of her assailant's daggers flying past, scratching her face. Len picked up speed, focusing less on how mad she was at her “friend”, and more on getting away from the pack of madmen chasing her. She didn’t even know why they were after her.

More daggers flew at her, this time one sliced open her right arm and two more buried themselves in her back, knocking her to the sidewalk below. The wounds began pouring blood freely, forming pools around her upper body. A million thoughts ran through her mind. Of all of them, “Am I going to die?” replayed the most as she pulled herself into the alley to her right. This was it, wasn’t it? These men, who were chasing her for whatever reason, were going to kill her. Finish the job her parents had started.

“Hey.” A man’s voice spoke from her right. Len looked up from her slumping position to see a man about twelve years her senior, with dark skin, and slicked down black hair, wearing what looked a gray military-style jacket , black fatigues and boots, standing next to her in the alley.

“Look, I know things seem bad right about now. But I promise you, you aren’t going to die here.” he said, kneeling next to her. 

“I’m really scared.” she managed to speak through the tears that were beginning to fall from her eyes. 

“I know. But you’re gonna survive this. Trust me, okay? You can’t afford not to. After all, your children need their mother, Len.”

“Children?” she wiped her eyes, confused, but when she looked back up to the man, he was gone, as if he had never been there.

She could here footsteps getting closer, and fast. This was it. The man had been wrong. She was going to die here. Len shut her eyes and braced herself for to death to fall over her.

“Found her!” called out a voice.

“What are you waiting for, you idiot? Finish her off!” another responded. 

“I think she’s already done!” shot back the first voice.

“Cut her open and make sure!” a third voice chimed in.

“Yeah, slit the bitch’s throat!” the second spoke again. 

“Why not?” the first one agreed, venom dripping from his voice.

“I can think of one reason.” A fourth voice added in to the mix.

"Yeah, what would that be, punk?" the original speaker spat.

"Do you really need to ask?" the newcomer spoke again.

Len opened her eyes to see a young man, roughly her age, clad in a black t-shirt that hung loosely off of his torso beneath a red and white jacket that was missing its sleeves, along with a black pair of goggles resting on his face; dark jeans and black shoes. Aside from his attire, one thing stood out to the bleeding young woman; he looked just like the  man who'd just been standing beside her in the alley. Well, not exactly like him. About ten years younger, with curly black hair that only ran down the center of his head.

"Get out of here, kid. This doesn't concern you!" one of the three masked men shouted at him.

"You're right. I should totally ignore the murder in progress." he rolled his eyes.

"Kid, you're gonna wish you had just stayed out of this." the same thug spoke again, as he and his cohorts turned towards and approached Len's would-be rescuer, knives drawn.

"We'll see." he smirked.

The assailant who'd threatened the young man lunged forward, blade aimed for his throat. In a move that could be only reflex, the man jumped back, pushed his attacker's arm away with his left arm, and threw a right hook, connecting squarely with his target's jaw, sending him crashing into the side of the building.

"Next?" the man in red taunted.

The second man leaped back, and launched three daggers from his hand, which missed their mark, as the man dove to his right, avoiding contact.

"Oh, you like to throw things? Funny, so do I."

The man's right hand suddenly erupted into crimson flames. Len's remaining two attackers froze fearfully, and her eyes, glazed over as they were, widened in shock.

"Play ball, gentlemen." he smirked, mimicking a pitcher's wind-up, and lobbing a ball of fire that hit its target, catching one of the masked men squarely in the chest, throwing him backward.

The remaining attacker stood and stared in shock of how quickly his two comrades had been dispatched by this youngster. Shaking off his disbelief, he gritted his teeth beneath his mask in determination, and darted headfirst towards the man in red, daggers drawn. He refused to fall as the other two. And fall like the other two he would not. The goggled man lunged forward and came off his feet, now covered in flames, bringing his knees as close to his chin as he possibly could, then extending his legs, kicking the man in the face. Len couldn't believe what she'd just seen. She had to be dreaming. Or dead.

"You find her, little brother?" an approaching voice called out.

"Yeah." Len's rescuer responded, walking up to the slumping, hardly conscious girl.

"Can you walk?" he asked, crouching beside her.

Len managed to shake her head, her brown hair moving side to side.

"Figured as much." he said, scooping her up into his arms.

This is the beginning.

Age: 22 Height: 6'0" Weight: 200 lbs. Powers: He is gifted with the power to manipulate pheromones, and use them to force anyone to feel any emotion to an extreme degree. He has a form of teleportation that he uses mostly during combat, he also carries two 10in blades in dual shoulder sheath. Appearance: Short white curly hair. Dresses in all black, Black combat boots, black jeans, black t-shirt, black suspenders, black fingerless gloves, and black beanie. Has dark red eyes, with a scar over the left one. Has a strange spiral marking going up his left arm that appeared the day he gained his ‘gifts’, it also glows green when he gets excited. About: He’s a quiet the loner who prefers books to people, can’t remember too many good experiences that involved other people so he prefers to be by himself 90% of the time. He has a code of no killing innocents that he tries his hardest to stick to. ‘Good guys/Heroes’ on the other hand need to watch out, he is very very very fond of killing them when/if they cross his path, why? It’s just the way he’s always been. Miscellaneous Info: n/a

Themes:

Set it Off Like Napalm - Emarosa

I Still Feel Her (Part I) - Emarosa

Themes:

Fly From The Inside - Shinedown

Keep Quiet - The Protomen: Fear is something Daemion tries really hard not to let himself feel. It’s a detriment to his powers, and at this point, he’s accepted that he might not live to see tomorrow.

Aerodynamic - Daft Punk

Young Volcanoes - Fall Out Boy

Stuff Is Messed Up - The Offspring

This Fire - Killswitch Engage

You’re Gonna Go Far, Kid - The Offspring

Key Entity Extraction I: Domino the Destitute - Coheed and Cambria: The most important person in the world to Daemion is and very likely always will be his brother. Losing Victor in any sense is nothing that he wants to think about. So the line “I implore you brother, don’t walk away; ‘Cause this is our war" is very much Daemion.

Cross Our Hearts - The Parlor Mob: Daemion completely understands the magnitude of what it is that they do and the consequences of failure, and he wholeheartedly bears that burden.

The Phoenix - Fall Out Boy

These Days - Alien Ant Farm

Age: 20 Height: 5'8" Weight: 140 lbs. Powers: She’s a healer, she can heal wounds quickly. Energy manipulation, so she can restore energy to her comrades (but at the sacrifice of her own energy pool. She also has like these knives that she stores in her boots. A powerful sorceress, Lexx uses her staff in battle, often firing energy blasts from it. She’s also capable of astral projection, however, this leaves her body vulnerable to real world threats. Appearance: Short, buzzed, hair. It’s bright pink. Septum piercing, and an eyebrow piercing. Black lipstick. She wears a long sleeved black turtleneck midriff, underneath a sleeveless studded denim jacket. She wears black leather pants and and leather boots with a studded heel a la Jeffrey Campbell. Black is her signature color. She always wears black sunglasses to hide her bright yellow eyes. About: She’s not sure who her parents are. She knows she has a brother out there somewhere but she doesn’t know anything about him at all. She was passed from caretaker to caretaker and when she turned 17 she ran off with her boyfriend at the time. He was an abusive drug dealer. He kept her high on crack (but the crack was full of strange shit resulting in her super powers and yellow eyes) and burned cigarettes into her skin. Her midriff covers the scars along her shoulders and upper back/chest area. She is always careful when she’s changing/showering because no one in the group really knows about her past. One night they got into a fight and he choked her until she passed out, when she woke up he was gone. She waited and waited but he never came back. She started to wander the streets until The Syndicate took her in.  She knows everyone’s secrets, although no one knows hers or anything about her past. She isn’t one to speak impulsively, preferring to asses a situation and watch the behavior of others speaking up. She speaks very softly and is extremely loyal, although she has manipulative tendencies. She’s never really sad, or happy, she’s usually indifferent. Miscellaneous Info: n/a

Themes:

Pretty Fly - Sasha Go Hard

No Bueno - Angel Haze

Age: 18 Height: 5'0" Weight: 110 lbs. Fighting Style: Bajiquan Powers: Telepathy/telekinesis Appearance: Petite build, waist length lavender hair, dark brown/black eyes, always wearing dresses or skirts with one of her many pairs of combat boots, wears an eye-patch over her right eye. Personality: Incredibly optimistic despite a troubled past, very feisty and energetic, always has something snarky to say, very closed off despite her trusting appearance. She has really good socializing skills, but is very bad at actually letting people in. She uses humor as a method of coping. Very intelligent for her age. About: She lived with an abusive step-father for about 16 years of her life, because she lost her mother and two younger brothers in an “accident.” She was physically and emotionally abused by her drunkard step-father. Len has been taking gymnastics since she was three, her only escape from the abuse and her only front as a "normal teenager." She managed to escape the abuse finally, when she reconnected with her aunt, Elaine, who immediately took her in at the age of 16. She goes to a public high school, with little to no friends to accompany her, and it is going to be her senior year of high school when she gets attacked while at the mall by, unbeknownst to her, the Syndicate. During this attack, one of the assailants heavily damaged her right eye, so she has to wear an eye patch. She was nearing death after being attacked when a future version of Daemion appeared and told her to trust him, that she wasn’t going to die, and everything was going to be okay. Around that time, one of Len’s ghosts from another dimension, sensed the source dying, and forced a merge (a rare occurrence). The Daemion that Len later met in the hospital had no memory of meeting of her, and he has no clue what she’s talking about, but Victor and Daemion saved her life. She also didn’t quite know what was going on. Why had she been killed? Why didn’t she die? Why were Victor and Daemion recruiting her? How did they find her? Her powers don’t develop for a long while, despite her having already merged with a ghost. Mostly because she denies having any power at first.

Miscellaneous Info: n/a

Themes:

Iris - The Goo Goo Dolls

Colorblind - Natalie Walker

Trouble - Coldplay

I Will Follow You Into The Dark - Death Cab For Cutie

Run - Snow Patrol

Breathe Me - Sia

Safe and Sound - Capital Cities

Stay - Rihanna ft. Mikky Ekko

Rolling In The Deep - Adele

White Balloons - Sick Puppies

Sad - Maroon 5

Somebody That I Used To Know - Gotye ft. Kimbra

Age: 25 Height: 5'10" Weight: 200 lbs. Powers: Gyromancy (Gravity Manipulation) Victor can control gravitational fields. He can bend gravity to make the environment very “heavy” or “light”, flatten objects, and generate miniature black holes to compress objects into oblivion (this ability is taxing on him and he uses it very rarely). Victor can also repel and attract objects as long as he is the epicenter. Similar to the laws of magnetism, he can repulse matter (to the extent, energy) regardless of its mass. The user can attract objects as well in a telekinetic manner (his most often used ability). Victor offensively uses of this power to repulse people or objects with such force it could shatter wood, rocks, and human bones, and to increase gravity to crush opponents or decrease it to render them defenseless. He can also generate concussive blasts of varying size and on occasion, A defensive use is to create a gravitational force-field repelling certain objects and attacks. Victor also excels at close quarters combat. He often cause the weight of his opponents weapons to increase rendering them useless. He can also simulate super strength by decreasing the weight of extremely heavy objects, lifting them and increasing their weight back to ( or greater than) their original weight as soon as it leaves his hands. By using this he can hurl an army tank at a group of enemies like it was a paper plane. From a utility standpoint, he uses this to simulate flight for him and others by decreasing the gravity around them and them alone. Also I forgot to mention that his powers, while vast, are still limited. Pretty much all of his abilities take a toll on him so in prolonged battles his concentration lessens and his powers are less effective. Like if he’s caught off guard and is getting his ass kicked, he won’t be able to concentrate and he needs concentration in order to execute his abilities. But as long as he has focus, he’s good to go. Appearance: Victor has a fondness for tailored suits and business casual clothing. he opts to wear more relaxed shoes like Converse as they allow him to be more mobile. His favorite outfit is a black suit with a white dress shirt and a purple tie. He has buzzed, black hair and brown eyes. His idea of “dressing down” is wearing a long sleeved shirt, a sweater vest, nice slacks and purple/black converse. He is always mocking his little brother’s fashion sense and this causes comical arguments between the two. About: Loyal to his younger brother but generally distrusting of others, even those on the dream team. Outwardly arrogant (sometimes to a fault). Has a rival in Arctos. Despite this, he can play well with others and can work with the team when the need is dire. He has a tendency of showing off due to his power level being slightly higher. Your typical cocky/arrogant hero basically.  Miscellaneous Info: n/a

Themes:

  Quake - Balance and Composure Victor’s a lot of things but first and foremost he’s a big brother and this song kinda reflects that. He’s feels like he has to look strong for Daemion. He’s the stronger one (for now) and he feels like he needs to protect his little brother. But he can’t show any cracks in the foundation so he spends a lot of time keeping himself in the game but sometimes he slips and has these little internal struggles with himself.

Future - Paramore This song is like his quiet resolve. He’s always looking ahead to the point where he and his little brother don’t have to fight The Syndicate and they can live a somewhat normal life. But at the same time he feels like this dream is one-sided. He doesn’t see himself being alive at the end of all this so it’s more like a reminder that once this is all over, Daemion won’t have to run anymore.

The Time Bender - Becoming the Archetype Victor is a more than capable fighter and ruthlessly so. He has no problem completely obliterating anyone who tries to hurt him and especially those who come at his little brother.

The Machine Killer - Becoming the Archetype If I had to pick a theme song for Victor it’s this. I just think it captures his essence the best.

Last Train Coming - Maylene and The Sons of Disaster Another fight song of sorts. No real explanation needed.

Age: 23 Height: 5'9" Weight: 135 lbs. Powers: His powers include outstanding dexterity, being damn near untouchable; shape shifting into animals, and remote access to The Syndicate’s armory. However, he can’t use these powers for long. Appearance: He often wears regal black and gold attire on his lean frame. He wears a black trench coat with gold trimmings, black pants, and golden combat boots. His is usually seen in his golden shades. He has dark brown eyes and hair. About: The Syndicate’s shadowy apparent leader. A megalomaniac who wants nothing more than to rule everything. His history is unknown. Miscellaneous Info: n/a

Themes:

Feds Watching - 2 Chainz

We Ready Remix featuring Migos - Soulja Boy

H.A.M. - Jay-Z & Kanye West

Allure - Jay-Z

Thank You - Jay-Z

Chances Make Champions - Doughboyz Cashout

Hit A Lick - Sir Michael Rocks

Roll Hard Go Hard - Dusty McFly

Throw It Up - Blade Icewood

Age: 23 Height: 5’11 Weight: 190 lbs. Powers: Heightened senses (most notably sense of smell) & reflexes, peak physical conditioning, superhuman strength & “Berserker Mode” where goes into a feral state which makes him a near unstoppable killing machine. His main drawback is the fact that he tends not to think things through. He’s very strong but easy to outsmart because he’s more of a reaction based individual. Also after going into Berserker Mode he can’t use his powers for a full day because it strains his body & mind immensely. Appearance: Average build, faux-hawk, has an affinity for leather & denim jackets, can almost always be seen with a smug smirk or a wild grin on his face, scars all over torso and one long scar over the bridge on his nose that he covers with a smiley face band-aid, abnormally sharp canine teeth, slouches a lot, always chews on a toothpick, wears dog tags to commemorate his deceased siblings About: Class clown mentality. Acts like a jackass as sort of a defense mechanism for the pain he’s experienced in life. Talks a lot of shit when he fights unless he’s really serious. Has moments of surprising insight which catches his teammates off guard. Very loyal and protective of those he cares about. Quick tempered. Born from the union of a lawman & a housewife, Stray and his two younger siblings (a little brother & sister) lived a pretty modest life up until their father was on duty again and came up MIA. After this their mother fell into a deep depression and unable to handle the pain, she took her own life leaving Marcus to look after his two siblings. In order to keep them fed he took to the only thing that a young teen with no support could, petty crime. One day he robbed a wealthy man who turned out to be a high ranking gangster only to be caught and told that the only way his siblings & him will be let off the hook is if he fights for him in an illegal underground fighting ring for super powered individuals.  After reluctantly agreeing he was injected with a drug that awakens dormant abilities if they reside within a person and once it was confirmed that he was a “Superpower” he was forced to fight. After winning a bunch of fights he was told that he would get he & his siblings would get their freedom as long as he one won final high stakes fight. This turned out to be a fight to the death against none other than their missing father who had been captured, drugged and turned into a killing machine. Stray tries to take his siblings and leave but is forced to fight after their lives are threatened and ends up killing his father with his bare hands. Directly after the man reveals that Stray’s father ruined his life when he accidentally killed his brother years ago and orchestrated this whole event as a way to get revenge. He then kills Stray’s siblings which sends him into a blind rage and he proceeds to lay waste to everyone and everything that’s there. After it’s all over, a mysterious man finds him in the wreckage and tells him that he knows a way to end his suffering. He goes on to tell him of the existence of the 8 dimensions and how he & his group’s plan to change the hands of fate. Broken & left with nothing to lose, Stray blindly agrees to join the group known as the Anomalies. Miscellaneous Info: n/a

Themes:

Survival of the Fittest - Mobb Deep

Woo Hah!! Got You All In Check - Busta Rhymes

Street Lights - Kanye West