ashen one

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" this'll boost my social media presence for sure. " more followers for lone star, the more fun this whole alter ego thing would be. " y'know, we'd break the internet if we went on a little crime fighting date. the young wolfe and the lone cowboy? headlines write themselves. "

the voice changer built into the mask of his suit made him sound like some fancy show-time announcer, standing over a couple hog-tied bad guys.

he hadn't had this much fun since the early days of the lasso show, when everything felt new and exciting, when no one knew his name.

basking in the crowd that gathers, he waves to a couple fans, poses for a couple pictures, blissfully unaware until a civilian calls out.

'look! it's neutron!'

" tsk. member of the seven crampin' my style? " he motions for the seasoned hero to join him. " lookin' for a photo op? "

WANTED : DEAD OR ALIVE

a new hero has emerged from the depths of the old west. not much is known about the cowpoke, but the net is abuzz about his flashy style! glitter, sequins and rhinestones make this cowboy glimmer even in the darkest nights! wielding two bedazzled revolvers (NON-LETHAL ROUNDS, FOLKS!) and a donning a mask to conceal his identity, the masses seem to have taken quickly to this gun-slingin' buckaroo.

in an era of uncertainty for halycon city, some have denounced such flamboyant displays of unregulated heroism, while others have fallen in love with his unique charm.

recently, a couple of digital adverts have cropped up in the wake of his feats of heroism, bearing the name 'lone star'.

disclaimer: any resemblance or relations to the mcqueen dynasty, or to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

" it's... fine, it's fine. peace be with you." he leaves a twenty to repent for his temper, shaking his head as he takes the sorry excuse for a sandwich and exits, nearly running a poor fella down.

" ah, apologies, my child. you've caught me in a vulnerable moment. "

[   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! 

[   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!

masquerading as hue had to be the hardest part of the job, honestly, pretending to care about anything other than his objective. this uniform was pretty convincing, which begged the question… how the hell did this guy get anything done with all this chafing?

“all those people gone, and for what?” he shakes his head, staring out at the crowd of mourning people. admittedly, somewhere deep down, a part of him felt bad; but it was buried so deep, it barely registered in his eyes.

“did you lose anyone special?”

a world of corporate heroes would only bring about its own destruction. the very miracles that would throw their lives on the line for this city were the same ones whose names would be etched into a plaque somewhere, forgotten by history over time. they didn’t die protecting lives and innocence, they died protecting skyscrapers and pockets.

and now they were being lauded as martyrs, while the wealthy elite sat safe in their little bunkers.

his mission had been fruitful, able to locate a few stragglers too slow to make it to safety, or too forgotten that they weren’t even considered for elite protection.

no matter, they were just among the casualties of the endless night.

“your cause is devoid of purpose.” he hovers beside the other male, staring aimlessly at the fractured skyline. “these people blame us. their minds betray their words. they think we’re a blight on this planet.”

glancing over, he raises a brow.

“will you still fight for them?”

as much as his family had insisted he stay in and rest in the days following, he was too scatterbrained to stay in.

instead, he volunteered some time transporting supplies for the various pop-up clinics that were helping surviving civilians. it was here that he spotted a familiar face.

“hi mayor.” he greets with a solemn nod, cautious about the man’s presence. “if you’re looking for a photo op, i, uh, just need a second to fix my hair.”

the real mvp were the deep pockets of godkin, whose funding allowed him to build a small army of incredibly efficient drones; they were modular, tailorable for various needs, and could repair themselves with whatever materials they could salvage.

it was nice to leave his little bunker though, tracking down his brother the first chance he could.

“hey.” he greets breathlessly, pulling the other male in for a tight, prolonged hug. “are you okay? i heard what happened with the kickstarters.”

one of the first orders of business was checkin' on folks, made a whole lot easier when good ol' buzz stumbles upon him.

"shit, just who i was lookin' for." he greets with a smile, extending a hand that would lead into a hug. "glad ta' see you made it in one piece."

pandora's box wasn't exactly where he expected to meet one of his own, but he couldn't let karma rot in a cell.

it seemed a bit high security, but given the circumstances, it made sense.

"hiya." he greets quietly, approaching karma's holding cell. "do, uh... d'ya recognize me? it's me, tex."