Full Name: Stephanie Antoinette Stevie Mack Alias: OMEN Pronouns and Gender: she/they + nonbinary Birthday: March 8th (age 25) Occupation: Member of CRUX, the vigilante group Occupation Length: 5 Years Super?: No Enhancements?: No
FAMILY Mother: Viktoryia Mack (50) Father: Kristoff Mack (55) Siblings: One (1) half-sibling, name unknown (10)
PERSONALITY Born on the promise to be something bigger, Stevie is known to be very one-track minded and brazen. Often the first to put herself in harm's way, she has been called 'feral' by some and 'fierce' by others. As someone without cybernetic enhancements or powers, she is constantly going above and beyond to prove herself as a vigilante. She once saw supers as religious figures similar to angels, but now sees (most of) them as obstacles to pass. + : Determined, Scrappy - : Volatile, Puritanical
BIOGRAPHY
tw: themes of religious extremism/cult-like worship of supers, abuse, torture of a minor, homelessness, violence
Folded hands. Head down. If they saw where you were now, running with the supers to clean up the messes their idols cannot fix themselves -- it's a fantasy that keeps Stevie Mack up in the early hours of morning, a broken record that repeats over and over. Her knuckles aren't pristine, but they never were. From a young age she had to punch walls in the hopes that the pain would manifest something miraculous: prophecies go far in Novus, or so her parents told her.
Growing up, they vividly remember the framed photos of their idolized heroes lined every room of her dilapidated childhood home. How they were dusted daily with intimate worship, before the family retired for the night for their ritualized 'test'. See, the Mack family had a vision. A belief, that their child would one day join the ranks of the heroes that protected Novus from crime. All it would take is a singular spark, one momentary gasp of air to unlock something in their genetics. Stephanie Antoinette Mack would be a super, whether she wanted to be or not. Punching walls, holding their head underwater, enduring the cold of the night alone were just a few tests they'd concocted on their own. The young one failed every single one of them.
She was supposed to be a superhero. Their child would be a superhero. Her parents tried many times for a second child, but a plus sign never returned on the pregnancy test. They tried to adopt, thinking they could get lucky with another, but were denied twice. As Stevie grew older, the window started closing: only a few more years for something, anything, to manifest into a power. Desperate to fulfill the prophecy all on their shoulders, Stevie went to drastic measures: jumping off of small bridges, getting in harm's way, trying anything to ignite the idea that she was special.
She had to be special.
Until something special did happen. Their mother became pregnant; an unexpected joy for them, but a nightmare for Stevie. They had no use for the child who couldn't make their dreams come true, so a week before her fifteenth birthday, they gave her a gift early: a backpack of clothes, a box of food, and well wishes to survive the lower income alleys of Novus -- alone.
They changed the locks well before telling her, leaving her effectively homeless at fifteen.
For years, Stevie spent all of her time navigating the streets for food, shelter, with knuckles red and teeth bared. She'd fight for what was theirs, and take everything she could, until a light at the end of the tunnel appeared three years later: a chance at redemption. A chance to be super, without an enhancement or a power, but with a purpose. Crux extended its hand for those that wanted to prove they had what it took to clean up the downtrodden streets of a once prestigious city where heroes tried.
Although she was mere flesh and blood and nothing more, Stevie put her all into her beginning years with Crux. She fought twice as hard, ran twice as fast, and raised her hand twice as much for the chance to take on the harder-hitting jobs. Battering and bruising didn't scare her. Soreness and fatigue did not deter her. Years of consistent loyalty and trust earned her a spot on the team, giving her access to a world of possibilities. One day -- one day -- she'd be exactly what her parents claimed she'd be: a prophet in her own right, a false messiah.
A hero.
WANTED CONNECTION
novus natives that may have grown up with them!
crux members that hate them, bc they are reckless and often a little Much
crux members that she gets along with / may eventually see as family
heroes she has accidentally gotten tangled with in the past
school sweetheart/partner in crime til the bitter end -- except they fell out of touch when she got into the vigilante life
flingz and thingz bc everything has to be 100 with her
nsa officers she's evaded and/or keep tabs on her
literally every messy thing in the world pls
CURRENT CONNECTIONS
crux teammate/big sister vibes - suzu ishida













