#oc capes

It was nothing major at first, a tuck there, a lift here. Just enough to maintain your youthful beauty. But they slowly became more drastic. There was a bit of pushback from you to your agent, but they just insisted it was all necessary to keep active in the industry. But with every cut, every injection, you doubted them more and more.

It all came to a head when you looked in the mirror and realized you could no longer recognize it as yours. Trigger

(sorry if it's a bit bad, I don't have much experience in writing trigger events)

It's no biggie!

This definitely has changer aspects as a big focus, the lack of identity, but that it's all coming from a singular source (the agent) could give it a striker influence.

Power:

Malluscious (Changer-Striker) - Malluscious has a two-fold power; the ability to form biological alterations within his own body and then a touch based transfer toward anyone he can reach.

The alterations he makes within his own body are often superficial at worst (changing hair color, jaw size, a bit of muscle mass) or minor boon at best (tougher skin/bone/muscle, better than human eyesight, enhanced sensation of fine hairs for movement, faster blood clotting). Malluscious has very limited control over these alterations that accumulate over the course of the day, turning him into a somewhat dark, fae-ish, monster as days go by. Superhuman, but losing the identity he craves.

When he transfers these alterations onto whomever he's touching, the alterations have none of the manton protections that he is afforded: the bones grow dangerously dense, skin solidifies near instantly, or drowns in the blood produced at an extreme rate. As much as Malluscious would love to be able to off put all these mutations onto a single victim, the hosts tend to die from 1 to 3 mutations, meaning he must target several victims to be rid of the mutations.

Should he successfully do so, his power allows him a grace period of "normalcy" for two to three days, barring him being attacked or near death.

When he first gained his power, he did not truly understand the consequences of his power, going into hiding in the city as urban myth for two weeks, gaining a fan following for his dark design and glimpses of his beauty online.

It was by the third week that his mind was more altered, taking on a more predatory, analytical sense, in addition to his body. Over course of 12 hours, he went on a spree of spreading his alterations to all those he catalogued as being at fault: doctors, nurses, and finally the agent who pressured him into all of this.

For the first time in weeks, he finally felt normal... as well as the weight of what he had done and how his life had been effectively ruined. He went into hiding, no one putting two and two together for months as he traveled the country, passing along his alterations as he went.

Really depends on the focus here.

You want it Brute, so we can focus on the act of them cutting into the person, but there might be a dulled pain. Instead of agony it’s the horror of feeling them rummaging inside of the patients body.

I can imagine the power also latching onto that invasion of bodily autonomy, the violation it must be.

Power:

The Lumbering Scab (Changer-Brute) - The user has the power to encase themselves within a giant, sexless, ill-proportioned humanoid body covered entirely in thick human skin. Easily twice the size of an African elephant, the Giant has every sense of itself dulled, for better (near zero lack of pain or discomfort) and worse (dulled tactile senses, limited awareness of their surroundings past a few dozen feet).

Should an enemy manage to destroy the thick layers of skin, they’ll be greeted by another layer of defenses, this time being meaty flesh that produces bone harpoons, tendon tendrils, and acidic stomach bile. The downside is that the user is now hyper aware of their senses wherever the damage is exposed, which includes feeling what his defenses are doing and any further damage to said weapons.

This leads to the Lumbering Scab to switch from a dull, slow, tank, to a manic and thrashing monster that overreacts to every single bit of stimulation in a hostile manner until the damage scabs over.

Cormac didn’t have many friends growing up, but now, in college, he has a lot of friend groups. No best friend, though; he’s acutely aware that given the choice between him and someone else each friend in each group would pick someone else. He tells himself he’s okay with this, and tries to be content hanging out on the peripheries. Of course, if one of the people he considers a friend asks him for help, he drops everything, like a good friend. Trying to be a good friend to all these different groups, balancing when to see which group, he finds himself falling behind on his thesis and still not seeing everyone enough, creating stress and fomo in equal measure. But once the thesis is done, he invites all these groups out for dinner. All is going well until he starts choking on his food. He spends several minutes retching, trying to dislodge the lump in his throat, and when he finally throws it up, on his hands and knees, he realises it’s dead silent, and not a single person got up to help. Why not? Did they think he was joking? Were they too shocked? Doesn’t matter. Trigger.

Oh this was a tough one!

So the end point that crystalizes it all is that he doesn't understand WHY this happened, with a throughline of his being able to seemingly "understand" his place/position, and an iota of harm/danger.

I ultimately settled on Thinker-Stranger (sub Master).

Power:

Vassal (Thinker-Stranger, sub Master) - Vassal has the ability to devour the knowledge of anyone around him within 5 meters - though information must relate to himself - allowing him to gain all of said knowledge in a burst of data, with some leeway for adjacent matters involving him depending on Shard allowance. His targets do not immediately notice the missing information, a sort of face blindness occurring in retrospect, but far more broad in scope.

In return for this data drain, his power also sends in a package of information that cements Vassal as a trusted "underling", "subordinate", "acquaintance" etc etc. in all future interactions. This effect is incredibly subtle, and not something that Vassal can manipulate, often working in tandem with the face blindness to fill in the blanks as him always being "that guy".

Beyond range, Vassal's power has several weak points he works to cover: His power only works via line of sight, anyone who has already been under his power is now immune from future uses, and his targets' opinions on him will change based on his behavior if he isn't careful. It's very easy to go from friendly acquaintance to irritating guy you know but keep around, for example, which can be dangerous around certain capes.

In practice, Vassal was an on the ground member of the Watchdog branch of the Protectorate and then found himself as a member of Foresight, and not much has changed between then and now. He was rarely in costume beyond PR and meetings, preferring to use various disguise kits and aliases for his work.

Vassal is an infiltrator, someone who makes himself known on the fringes of a suspected criminal organization (often by using his power on people on those fringes to create a network) before slowly using his power one by one on greater people in power. He becomes a trusted lackey, an extra pair of eyes they might need, a friendly face in a bar they might go to for information, and when playing his cards right, an outright advisor.

It's a dangerous, precarious position, but he's good at his job and more often than not has the PRT and more colorful heroes swoop in on the information he delivers.

More dangerous than all of that, however, is his secret. He had used his own power on his "friends" the day that he triggered, learning everything they knew about him, and immediately regretted the aftermath. Guilt fed into his actions as he worked to make sure they had his undivided attention to make up for what he had done, using his position in the Protectorate to help with that, but he wouldn't lie and say he wasn't relieved that they all died during Gold Morning.

This one seems very straightforward. The drug hallucinations coupled with the kid trying to ward off threats, trying to escape the situation, and being held against his will.

Solid Breaker power with some sub categories.

Power:

Artillery Orb (Breaker-Mover, Thinker, Blaster) - Artillery Orb (Orb for short) has the ability to turn into layered orb the size of a grown man, semi-transparent showing blurry images of eyeballs and a curled up human form. This breaker form with two settings: Travel and Combat.

Travel allows Orb to fly at bullet speeds in a straight line for 100’. Unfortunately, his senses are only human in this state, meaning Orb has to stop in place to reorient himself, though a benefit of this form is that his shell is as durable as steel and a foot thick to boot. He very well could fly through walls and buildings in pursuit of a target.

Combat form forces Orb to remain stuck in place, unable to move beyond turning and flipping around. This form unravels the shell into gossamer butterfly or moth like wings, unveiling his dozens of giant eyeballs connected to the curled up humanoid core. These eyes allow Orb to one see threats/hostiles/danger, but regardless of the level of intent/type, his senses wildly distort the amount of danger presented to him in a symbolic way.