Of Cowboys and Kings

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    There it was. One of the largest bars on the bad side of town. Filled with gangsters, looters, criminals and all sorts of the undesirables in one easy to find location. No one in their right mind came here looking for workers.

    But Careen Calliente wasn't exactly known for having the sanest of ideas.

    Strolling in to the joint, she caught immediate attention. Just as she was hoping. Dressed in an all-too-fancy business suit, Careen looked like she was about to walk in to some meeting about Global Economy, not ask for a drink at the bar. Grinning wide and resting her hands on her hips, she made a loud AHEM. Making sure to get the attention of anyone that hadn't bothered looking back at the door.

    "GENTLEMEN. I bring anyone listening a proposition."

    "HEY THERE, LADY! I GOT YOU A PROPER POSITION RIGHT HERE!" chortled somewhere from the back.

    "Har de har har. I'm serious, assface. I have a job. A nice big fat juicy one if you're man enough to take it!" There was some snickering, but no one else was chiming in. Careen went on! "As some of you might know, I am Careen Calliente and I now own a good forty-five percent of this shiny little planet. Big enough to start a country. And that's just what I aim to do! So I'll be needing some minions in my country, maybe an army, nice towns people, an-"

    That's about when the whole room erupted in to laughter. Careen's fingers tapped in irritation. It figured no one would take her serious. "LAUGH IT UP. I'm offer cold hard cash and property! At least one of your stupidass drunks want to do more than piss your day away, right?"
  2. Jim was almost too busy drowning his recent concerns in a bottle (that he wasn't entirely sure he could pay for) to hear the ruckus nearby. He had just came into town on one of the caravans that had hired him, but he had ran into some poor luck with negotiations to keep on. It wasn't that he was bad at what he did, it was just that the caravan master's daughter was looking his way. He felt fairly confident in believing that, anyway.

    Despite his self-delusions, he wasn't in any kind of mood to hear this kind of yelling. He lifted his head off the bar, blinking through the haze in his head to take stock of who was speaking. She looked to be about his age from what he could tell in his current state, possibly younger. He sat up somewhat straight and took a generous swig from his bottle of whiskey, smacking his lips.

    "You ain't foolin', chickadee! You're not a man!" Jim stood up as though he had said something profound, swaying slightly and playing it off for switching his posture. "I can tell, you've go--..."

    He pointed his index finger at her, wobbling as though he were trying to push an imaginary button. "Did you just say cash 'n property...? What else I get? ... Fancy drawers like them?"
  3. "Not a man?" Careen snatched up a bottle and was about to crash it over his head. But seeing as how he was taking her bait, and all the other jerks there were still cackling, she put on her 'sweet' look.

    "Why, yes! For your participation in becoming a bonafied citizen of the great country of Calliente you will receive all expenses paid living. Of course, you'll be doin' your job of helping me keep undesirables off my land. Building towns, running a country with an iron fist. But I think you-" she paused at that. He was drunker than hell. "...might be up for it."

    "On second thought, maybe I need somebody that doesn't smell like whiskey and look like he can't even ride a horse."
  4. Jim puffed up in indignation and raised his voice in what he hoped sounded like a confident tone. "I'll have you know! ..... I am a very fine horse rider! I can even do it with both hands tied 'round my back!"

    He wasn't sure what possessed him to add in the last part, but he rolled with it. He took a few steps down from the elevated bar platform towards Careen, swilling another mouthful of whiskey. " 'N there's nothin' wrong with smellin' like whiskey. Whad'you smell like? Pretty flowers? Betcha smell like a man since ya dressed like one!"

    The comment gained a few chuckles from the bystanders surrounding them, though some were returning to their drinks. He recalled at that moment that he was out of a job, and a place to live... and that it wasn't in his best interest to insult the lady. He wiped the grin from his face and made an attempt to clear his throat. "Uh. So, how bigs th' room?"
  5. Careen gave him a cool long stare. Her fingers were itching to reach in to her manly suit for her gun and blow his balls off! Looks like she was gonna have to sober him up.

    After she showed him who was Queen of Country.

    "It'll be big enough for your dead body!" Smiling sweet as sugar, Careen leaned just to the left as she scooped up an empty bottle in to her hand. With a quick swing, she clobbered him over the head with it.

    Careen wasn't surprised that he went flailing backwards to the floor. But she WAS looking surprised at the bottle. Damned thing didn't even crack. Hard-headed male. Perfect!

    She tossed the bottle aside and grabbed his legs while he was still trying to come to his senses.

    "You're hired! You now officially belong to me." Careen was dragging him for the door.
  6. Jim crumpled in place as though his bones had turned into straw. He didn't even have time to wipe the absurd half-smile off of his face. He was vaguely aware that he was bleeding now, and outstretched an arm forward in desperation. It was there. He could almost reach it. He could fix this whole situation, if he could just get one finger on it.

    He did manage to get one finger on his fallen bottle of whiskey as it drained what was left inside on the floor, giving it a pathetic roll towards himself. It wasn't enough however, as Careen grabbed him by the ankles and began dragging him outside. A long, drawn out, frustrated "annngh" was all he managed as his brain fought to catch up with current events and slowly part from the prospect of getting more alcohol.

    He latched onto the door frame just as he was about to pass through, clinging for dear life. His grip was failing quickly due to the effects of a mild concussion and a blood alcohol content that would make most county sheriffs giddy with glee. He managed to slur a few words out however, sobering up a bit as he took stock of his situation. "Where you takin' me! I didn't do nothin' to you! How come you spilled my drink?!"

    A few bar patrons looked on, shaking their heads slightly. Just disgusting.
  7. "Now that you belong to me, I require you to be sober a majority of the time." Careen was still dragging. There was a bit of a stall at the door when he had to go and out up a fight, but she had him out and dragging across the ground - dirt, rocks and all - in no time. It all most seemed like she was going to drag him right out of town that way, but she finally stopped in front of some large fancy fountain.

    Careen dropped his legs. Long enough for her to bed over the edge of the fountain to pull out a bucket full of water. Of which she proceeded to dump over his head! She eyed him, but decided a second bucket was necessary. A second splash over his head.
  8. Jim only managed a few grunts and grumbles as he was dragged over the rock-covered dirt. He tried to speak again when he felt his feet hit the ground, eyebrows furrowing angrily in defiance as he tried to wobble his way into a sitting position. "Wha'the hell you mean, 'belong--' "

    His sentence was cut short by the first cold bucket of water that struck him. It even managed to knock him flat again and deprive him of his hat, which only annoyed him more. He coughed and spluttered as he rolled to one side to collect himself, glaring up at her balefully like a stray dog. "What the hell d'you think yer doin'?!"

    The second bucket drenched him even more. But he wasn't as drunk as he was before... at least not as much as he was irritated and angry. "ENOUGH DAMNIT! I SAID ENOUGH!"

    He tried to leap to his feet. He wasn't quite able, but he did manage to look really angry while he stumbled to a standing position with a wobble. He squared off on Careen, his dripping short hair spilling into his eyes. He was apparently putting honest effort into appearing angry, but whether due to alcohol or the blow to the head, it instead came off as someone upset over being woken up too early. "You... you better start talkin', uh uh uh... lady wearin' men's clothes. An' you better convince me why I shouldn't jess... riddle you with holes!"

    He couldn't remember what her name was.
  9. "Christ, how drunk are ya to be forgettin' stuff I told you three minutes ago?" Careen obviously didn't care he was mad. Dripping wet and swaying on his feet he didn't look too impressive. She was frowning as she tossed the bucket back in to the fountain and rest her hands on her hips. He'd need SO much work. The first official citizen of her country couldn't look like she just dragged him out of the gutter.

    "I'll speak sloooow for you. You just agreed to work for me. Remember, yeah? Money and property. Lots of it. In fact an entire country's worth of it. Mind you, it's all mine. But being my first citizen and all, you'll get some right nice privileges. ...at least once we figure out what your job is going to be." Careen crossed one arm over her waist and tapped her chin as she circled around him. Didn't look smart enough to be Advising Counsel. He'd have to do a peasant's job.

    "I'm Careen Calliente. You may call me Your Majesty. Do you have any skills? ...at all?"
  10. Jim wrinkled his nose and narrowed his eyes at her comment about his memory. Even through his drunken haze he still knew that it was lucky for him to be awake after that blow to the head, much less remembering anything. Still, he figured he'd hear her out. It couldn't hurt any worse than his head at the moment, and he knew it was the only way to get anything out of this whole crazy assed encounter.

    Then the veins in his forehead stuck out a little from her revelation that he had agreed to work for her, and her dubious comments about him having any skills. Particularly the part about calling her 'majesty' got to him. He was starting to reconsider hearing her out and was instead wondering if anyone would notice if he shoved her into the water and ran off...

    "Your hu-what? Majesty? Yeah... we ain't doin' that." He blew through his lips for a moment to rid himself of some of the water on his face, then took a few steps forward to retrieve his hat carefully. "I'll decide what I'm gonna call you later, lady, but 'majesty' ain't... ain't on that list right now."

    He took a few more shaky steps forward, then sat on the edge of the fountain after nearly teetering into it. He still wasn't quite sober, so he had to think about each statement in turn before responding. " 'M good with pistols. I can play cards... uh, I can ride a horse. The hell you need, an... an accountant?"
  11. "Seriously, have you not been listening to a word I've said?" God damned, how drunk WAS he? Careen was fairly certain she explained it real good. She nearly gave him a little "help" in falling in to the fountain.

    "I. am. building. a. country. From the bottom up. Which means I need a country's worth of staff. You will be calling me Majesty as you'll be working for Queen and Country." Getting the feeling he wasn't going to get THAT either, Careen sighed heavy as she rubbed the back of her head.

    "...whatever! You're going to ride horses and shoot things for now, okay? And follow me around and attempt to look threatening. If you can even do that... Anyway, do want to go SEE my new glorious nation? I've already hit up all the other places in this looking for staff and you're the only thing I got."
  12. Jim adjusted his hat and leaned back slightly as he listened to her speak, regarding her with a lidded expression as someone would if they were hearing nothing but nonsensical gibberish. That was until he heard her quip about him looking threatening and making a dig about him being the only thing she had available. That stung some. He leaned forward, bobbing slightly as he fought to keep himself balanced.

    "An' what if I say 'no'? Y'know lady... you... you ain't treatin' me right for someone so down on'er luck! I think I deserve somethin' extra!" The impish enthusiasm included with his last word was accompanied by a cheesy grin. "I think... you need to call me 'Duke Bonney' from now... an' say pretty please!"

    Jim had added an over elaborate pointing gesture with the 'pretty please'. He scooped up a handful of water to take a sip while he waited, pausing to look over to her with bleary eyes as an afterthought lit his expression. "Oh... an' I get everything a duke gets."
  13. Down on her luck? Duke? She was going to clobber him right there.

    ...but then she started laughing! Cackling so hard, she ended up coughing!

    "Bonney? Your name is Bonney?!" she spat out, fighting another wave of giggling. By the time Careen got a hold of herself, she was wiping tears from her eyes.

    Careen smirked wide. "Alright then, my wee Bonney Duke. Demands granted. Will you please come work for me as Duke and Gun, whilst I build the most bonny country the universe has ever seen?" Clearly his name was amusing. For that alone it was worth saying please.
  14. The scowl on Jim's face was transparent when he raised his head to look at her again. This woman had a nerve. But he considered the fact that she caved to his wishes, even if only partially. He wiped the scowl from his face, quickly replacing it with drunken skepticism. He adjusted his hat to sit higher on his head, made uncomfortable by the alcohol content in his veins at the moment.

    "M'names Jim. Jim Bonney.
    " What the hell was so funny about that, he wondered. "... I'll come work for ya. Just... just don't ferget what we 'greed 'pon."

    He started breathing heavily from the effort and concentration it took to rise to his feet, approaching her with an outstretched hand. "Careen's a damn funny name anyway, ain't gotta make jokes for that'n."
  15. <~~~<★>~~~>
    DONNAY~CHARLIE!! (open)

    ~Chardonnay Rouge LaCezanne~
    (Los Angeles)

    Codename: 'Charger' / FEAD Agent C0-958
    Aliases: Formerly as Miss Electrocution (Lectra) / Often called 'Donnay' or 'Shar' / As MMA Fighter: 'The Red Rage' / Nickname in FEAD: 'Char,' 'Lacey' or jokingly as 'Lith.'
    Age: 26
    Gender: Girl
    Sexuality: Homosexy
    Race: Superhuman
    Notable Organizations: FEAD / 'The Miss Aligned 7' (disbanded) / The Aurenities (former member)

    Appearance (open)

    Ht: 180cm (6 foot)
    Wt: 82kg (180lbs)
    Build: Big Bruising Babe. Ripped arms and legs, cut tummy and back. Trained to take punishment and deal it out right back at you. Very physical, very sexy in and out of the ring. Ample bust and medium booty.
    Hair Color: Dark Red-Brown usually in a pony tail or two.
    Eye Color: Blue-green
    Markings: Branded with fancy letters 'Miss' on her right forearm
    Significant Visible Mutations: Electical surges spark from her eyes and turn milky white while using her powers or during times of stress or anger.
    Extra: Bright colours and flashy dresses are not her fashion style. She usually buys second hand clothes, mostly men’s sizes, and often from the Army surplus shops. Normally seen in boots, black, camo and even a tight boxed-cut soldier’s hat. Or an athletic look complete with expensive cross-trainer kicks on her feet, mid-riff and arms on shown off... and of course wearing the proper promo brands with labels on full display. Wears only eye makeup.

    Superhuman Traits (open)

    Abilities: Electricity Manipulation

    Unique Traits
    || Lightning bolt/touch: Standard distance attack or close up attack. Close up much attack more potent when used with mixed artial arts training.
    || Surge/Overload: By generating a powerful electrical pulse, Charger will Overload electronic devices causing them to trip all breakers/fuses or just fry them outright. The Surge may also be used to target any touching conductive material.
    || Electrical current travel: Body turns to electricity to travel from one electrical socket to the next. Has specially made body suit to 'keep her together' when reforming.
    || Electrocution Storm:(most powerful offensive) Stipped to the core, hers is the power of Electricity Generation and when unchains it and unleashes it in its full glory it is a sight to behold. Her body becomes searing white light and streaks upon streaks of lightning bolts arc away in all directions decimating anything within 30m of her form. She may move transport herself through any ferrous mateerial. The longest she's ever held the storm was only 15min, but the destruction in her wake was simply jaw-dropping.

    : Lightning bolt inacurrate, Can be captured during electrical travel, Wild surges occur during stress/anger, Electrocution Storm is her strongest yet the most deadliest power; she cannot stop generation of electricity until knocked out or killed (used only as last resort).
    Skills: Mechanic, Fabrication, Electrician, Business training, Professional Combat training (MMA), Spoken French is terrible, but comprehends no problem.

    Background (open)

    + | Physicality - Big girl. Big muscles. Athletic and imposing and knows it. She like to show off her brute strength and is rather competitive. Not always the first to strike but always ready for the fight.
    + | Intensity - Bigger than her physicality is her ferocity. She has the heart of a lioness and whatever she does, she intends to do it well. Gloves, bare-knuckled, life. No quit, no way. All she’s known.
    + | Helpful - As a lioness she will provide. If she trusts you, she gots your back. And most don’t realize she will always give a helping hand to those in need. Hides it well, but she definitely is a bit of a sweetie and softie. Donnay hate, hate, hates, sappy, pathetic tear jerker movies... because they make her feels all feelsy bad and really sad and then big girl make big cry.
    + | Inner Circle - Being nice to other people and partying with them has allowed her to move up in the fight promo scene and was a bit of an 'It Girl' in Freeport City. She's never burned bridges and has some favours out there she may call on someday.

    - | Unsophisticated - She is from the bad side of the tracks is very rough around the edges. She prefers the simple things and hangs out with the deadbeat losers and dead end cruisers... and trouble always seems to follow them.
    - | Alcohol - It’s a familiar substance all too famous from her formative years. Moms and Papa taught her how to abuse the substance at an early age so today she is a fully fledged expert and how. After hitting things really hard and breaking them, this is her secondary coping mechanism. And it is a demon.
    - | No Savings - why save for the future when you don’t know if it will ever come. If she does save up, it’s for the short term big ticket item. Spends way too much on fam and friends usually ends up in debt and has to rig up ways to payback her loans from all those sharks out there.
    - | Easily crushes on chicks - if she likes you, then good. But if she like-likes you, then lucky you. Her heart and vagina will easily block off most normal well-adjusted actions, all sound judgement, and overall, just cut off those healthy functioning brain patterns normal people have.


    Chardonnay's History
    Originally from Freeport City. Grew up on the bad side of town with Moms and Papa. Both parents were alcoholics yet owned a decent Auto shop. They drank away their family empire when the Matriarch of the LaCezanne died. Yes, they were the once the sole owners of the successful LaCezanne Vineyard Co. in Northern California. Chardonnay Rouge LaCezanne was named after their famous wine, but never did she see a cent of their riches.

    Brought up as a rather proficient mechanic, Donnay, found her true passion in fighting. She helped out her family partime and pursued her dream as a prize fighter most of the time. 'Red Rage' was her in ring name and it truly was her. Donnay lit up the amateur circuit in Nothern Cali. All was going well. The Red Street Automotive was finally paid off and was growing huge. Her childhood friend, Charlie, had her family invested into the auto shop and ran a stolen car racket out of it. Yes, it was The Dayla Family that were the investors here. Her other friend, Megs, was a model and photographer and was helping to put their custom jobs out there in publication. Even their junkie friend, Jaycie, was sober now and working in the shop. And at 22, Donnay was 5-0 as a pro MMA fighter.

    But of course all good things must come to an end.

    The day came when Donnay's power could no longer be kept secret. She was a bit moody and maybe even on her period when she was training that night in at the Nine Eight Nine Gym. She had just tossed her phone against the locker, shattering it instantly. The title fight between her and current champ had already been cancelled and to make matters worse, said she had to pay back all promotional monies and give back all promotional merch. And now she just found out she owed even more. Apparently her agent and promoter had been skimming a lot of money and pinned it all on Donnay's folks. There was to be a massive investigation into Red Street Auto and all Donnay's upcoming fights were suspended. And the Dayla family was pissed and ready to drop their investment. Angry sparks shot out from Chardonnay's eyes, literally.

    The electrical storm wiped out the locker room and Donnay bolted out the opening, literally. When she awoke next, she was in the back seat of Charlie's convertible. Two days had passed and all hell had broken loose. There was a gangwar going on.

    Everyone had thought Donnay had skipped town or was killed by The Freeport City Regulators; enforcers for the Bigtime 4, a gang syndicate that was trying to force amalgamate the Daylas into their clutches. The Daylas owned the Nine-Eight-Nine Gym and Charlie and her family were known Exens (X-Ns or Extra-Normals) and had tussled with the FC Regulators before and one of the FC Regulators was a Lightning bolt tossing Storm controller and a bit of a loose cannon. They suspected the Storm controller Exen of foul play. Accusations flew and soon enough so did the superpowers. Enter the Agents from FEAD.

    Blend it all together and drink up the chaos and mayhem.

    And so here they were, Donnay, Megs, Jaycie, and Charlie herself, in Charlie's white Cadillac convertable, looking out at the dark waters over the Clarke Bluffs. Both Charlie's brothers were dead and she was supposed to have 'offed' her friends. Uncle Benito, 'El Chavo' was in charge now. Call it tying off loose ends, no witness policy, or even making a clean slate, yet whatever the case, Charlie Dayla had been given a job a job to do for her family's sake.

    But it was here that the other girls had shown off their own hidden powers and fought off Charlie. Megs was a short distance Teleporter and a former Bigtime 4 spy. Jaycie was an Ice Witch that took drugs to stave off the 'calling of the Beast from the top of the world.' Charlie was an accomplished Dayla enforcer and Vibration controller. And so the fight was rather spectacular, but short-lived. They had been the best of friends. They grew into womanhood together and this fight was going to be to the death. But fortunately, they all realized it in time and the fight ended.

    Donnay sat up, dazed and rubbing her eyes, her head pounding in time to the rumbling bass of the funk-ish, reggae-ska, latin beats playing from the car stereo. And fitting the song playing was called Miss Understood Now. It was here where they made the pact to flee Freeport City and never comeback.

    Never comback until they were ready to take it back. All of it.

    Onto Aurenti Island did the they flee. And so they trained and honed their powers as a group. As sisters. The ladies branded their right arms with a fancy-lettered 'Miss' and thusly the 'Miss Aligned' were formed. Soon enough they were joined by three others. They became 'The Miss Aligned 7' and they became a powerhouse group that managed to fight off FEAD control of Aurenti. Their acclaim grew and so they were joined by two other groups of Exens. All groups combined and so they now called themselves; The Aurenities. And after 19 months of exile, The Miss Aligned 7 and their brethren in arms were now ready to take back Freeport City.

    But FEAD was ready. They knew it was coming months in advance. One of the Aurenities sub-groups was made up entirely of FEAD agents. They knew all the strategies, weaknesses and plans of The Aurenities. They were taken down and taken out. Many escaped, including Jaycie, Megs and Charlie, but not Donnay. FEAD had Chardonnay Rouge LaCezanne, her folks and their dog, in custody. The writing was on the wall. Serve as an Agent and her parents and dog could live freely, protected by FEAD and away from the prosecution of the US Courts. Do not join and the LaCezanne family was left to the whims of the US Law and Donnay would serve FEAD anyways... but as a power source; they would harness Donnay's Meta powers and she would become a human battery for FEAD.

    And so she chose. Chardonnay has been hatefully, yet loyally, serving as Agent Charger for 13 months now, hidden behind the mask of her FEAD issue power suit; the Star-Kiron 06.


    Family Members
    Moms - Sylvie || Papa - Waltzer || Aunt - Katie || Uncle - Micah || Cousins - Cristoffe, Cathy, Carline and Linden.

    Notable Equipment
    Star-Kiron 06
    FEAD Issue Power Suit Armour optimised to use and channel Donnay's electrical manipulation powers.

    Neural Connection/Control || Agent Charger Signature Electrical Power Source || Ultra Connectivity GPS and Communications || Life Support systems / Monitoring || Sensory Enhancers and Virtual HUD || Able to lift 13 tonnes. || High Calibre / Explosion / Intense Heat / Sub-Zero Resistant Armour || Flight capable at sub-sonic speeds || Hovering and Jumpjet capable || Shock Gauntlets (lethal setting disabled) || Arc Lancers (exceptional aim with lightning bolts / lethal setting disabled) || Shoulder mounted Railgun 'repeat beanbagger' setup as standard || Tonfa styled titanium blades mounted on forearms (sheathed and used as regular tonfa) || Other agents jokingly call her 'Lith-Ion' when Charger is in the suit because she serves as its battery ||

    Begrudgingly follows FEAD orders but is a "Deviant Sympathist" and given opportunity she will abandon her station and status as a FEAD agent and join-up again with her Exen sisters. BUT if it means risking her family's safety she will not go AWOL.


    ~Charlisse Nina Encantada De La Vega~

    Alias: ~Sway~
    Formerly as Miss Devastation (Deva) / Often called: 'Charlie' or 'Mizzy.' / Fake ID says Marianna-Milinda Cruz.
    Age: 22
    Gender: Girl
    Sexuality: Homosexy
    Race: Superhuman
    Notable Organization: The Dayla Family (Criminal/Gang) / 'The Miss Aligned 7' (disbanded) / The Aurenities

    Appearance (open)

    Ht: 175cm (5'10")
    Wt: 66kg (145lbs)
    Build: Athletic and built for dancing and endurance. Finely muscled, elegant arms, long graceful legs, sweeping hourglass curves, medium bust and ample booty.
    Hair Color: Dark, dark brown. In summer times, reddish brown and golds hightlights appear.
    Eye Color
    : Hazel (shifts from amber to dark, nearly black, brown depending on mood.)
    Tattoos : elegant lettering of mother's name on top left shoulder towards neck, father's name on right side.
    Piercings : ears, tongue, navel, hood.
    Marks :
    stylized fancy lettering "Miss" branded on back of right wrist.
    Significant Visible Mutations: N/A
    Extra: Charlie is a fancy girl that likes to feel all sexy-sexy. She likes the bright colours and flashy 'that-is-soooo-hot' fashion. Big hair, all kinky and frizzy is her signature look and so she takes her time to style it up. Of course, nails and make up are all played up. Has nice legs and booty and loves to show them off. Will also put that svelte tummy and lovely cleavage on display too. But there are the days she goes no-make-up and dresses up all thug.

    Superhuman Traits (open)

    Abilities: Vibration Control

    Unique Traits
    || Concussive Blasts - Straight up hard hitting. Strong enough to break concrete or bend rebar. Can be used in a sweeping arc or focussed pencil thin. Very potent when used with martial arts.
    || Tremor/Shockwaves - A stamp of the foot will send a disruptive tremor towards the target like a small earth breaking quake. By pressing her hands upon an object she may shake the hell out of it and given enough power the continuous shockwave may destroy a structure
    || Distant Whisper/Sonic BOOM - If she can see you , she may whisper in your ear by controlling vibrations near your head. On the opposite side of the spectrum, she may scream right into your face up close and personal and unleash an ear destroying sonic boom.
    || Surface Jumping - Charlie can literally jump off sides of buildings and even cross water by tossing vibrations off surfaces and manipulating the bounce back vibations, creating a sort of spring or trampoline effect. She can actually fall from the top of a building and land unharmed.
    || Ground Zero Devastation (most powerful offensive) - Summoning all her charged energy, Charlie will unleash a single, hemi-spheric, explosive shockwave centred from her being and destroy up to nearly half a square block around her. Ka-Boom.

    : Must dance/move rhytmically to regenerate power. Must save up energy for sole use of Devastation (will drop unconcious for 1-6 days. Destroying up to half a square city block is her current limit and is instantly knocked out for a week and risks possible indefinite comatose)

    : Professional dancing, Criminal activities (gang), Firearms training, Combat training, Beautician training, Sewing, Costume/Wardrobe knowledge, Spanish (spoken/written)

    Background (open)

    + | Quick thinking - She was the middle child of the Daylas, but she was also the sharpest and the wittiest. A bit charming, a bit amusing, a bit flirty, and a whole lotta' bitch, her razor sharpness earned her as top dog amongst her siblings and a popular icon amongst them gangbangerrs. Also, many a time, during enforcer runs, her quick thinking got them out of there by the skin of their teeth.
    + | Calm - This is one cold bitch. Regardless of exterior reactions and over-exaggerations, Charlie is one conniving girl. In the heat of battle, in the throes of passion, she is always in control of her emotions. Try and rattle her. It takes a lot and you probably do not have it in you.
    + | Pro-active - What makes a leader a leader? Taking charge. Large and in charge, Charlie will always initiate or volunteer to go first. Keep up or you may be target of her ire or just left behind. Things get done when Sway goes all out. Believe that.
    + | Meticulous - it is all about the details. You think Charlie missed something? Check again and dare to question her. She has all her bases covered.
    + | Protective - Are you on her good side? Does she consider you family or friend? Well you are in luck, because she has your back and she will lay it all out on the line for you. No one hurts her family or friends. No one. Believe that, bitches.

    - | Self-centred - Who better to believe is number one than number one herself? Charlie thinks about a lot and although razor sharp, she looks out for number one first and foremost.
    - | Spiteful - So she has your back. She protects you. Wait, you just stabbed her in the back but you didn't mean to? Oh too bad, cabron. You just made a very, very big mistake and made a very, very big enemy. Even if it was just an accident, once you piss off the bitch, best beware, you are a target now.
    - | Aggressive - You know all about a crazy ex-girlfriend? Yeah, you survived that kind of tenacity, then you so know what that's all about. 'Nuff said.
    - | Meticulous - With taking care of all the details, everything else gets ignored and left by the wayside. Sometimes the big picture gets left out, especially with how self-centred, spiteful, and aggressive she can be.
    - | Possessive - Yeah she has your back... but then again, she feels like you kinda' owe her and in that case, she owns you. She does. Ask all her ex's. Believe that, bitches.


    Charlisse's History:
    Sometimes you cannot help but lie in the bed your parents made for you. Mama and Papi, Nina-Encantada Marianna y Miguel Habanero De La Vega raised their children in a life of crime. They owned several properties in Freeport City and 'protected' even more, but their claim to fame were those 3 bars. And, of course, each of them provided one type of service or all of the above. Drugs, weapons, cars, you name it, they could probably get it for you. But the one service guaranteed by the De La Vegas was that no matter which of the three bars you went to, you would receive top notch service from a woman. Or three, if you could afford it. Yes, they were brothel types and not very nice ones either.

    This family was part of the Freeport trafficking. Drugs, weapons, and cars, yes, but also humans were an integral part of their business. They took on fugitives and sold fake IDs and tickets onto transports off this rock. But of course, their main commodity was women. Young ones. From all over the map, and, whenever they could get them. Simple. Whether or not in the Red Light districts, in Freeport City, again, only the Daylas offered the best kinds of the female you desired, if you had the cash.

    Satisfaction guaranteed was what the "Dayla" family was known for.

    But the funny thing was, even though they were Organized Scum, Mama and Papi Dayla raised Charlisse and her brothers very well. The children were always obedient, respectful, patient, protective and family oriented. Quite surprising since the "Dayla" siblings and cousins were Powerhouse Exens (X-Ns or Extra-Normals) . Mama was a telepath and Papi was telekinetic. Ales, her elder brother could force stone to do his bidding. Miguel Jr., her younger brother, could slide in and out of shadows; he could even make extra space excellent for smuggling. And then there was the dancing, yet absolutely devastating, Lil' Miss Charlie. This girl coud toss shockwaves at things so hard they broke into little pieces. Not to mention her aunts, uncles and cousins; for they too were powerhouse Exens. No, no, no... you just did not mess with the Daylas and their family. Oh, hell no.

    Charlie had made a name for herself. They called her 'Mizzy' (Miss 'C'). And she was very, very important in terms of running things for the family. Mizzy kept the 'dancing' girls. And if any customer or business partner got even one little sliver out of line, the Dayla kids would get them. If you messed up and you heard that Mizzy Dayla was coming, you best beware, because she was never alone. Her brothers and cousins were coming and they were all Exens and very good at enforcing with their powers.

    And then that day it all went down. One little misunderstanding. Nothing would ever be the same again... (check out Chardonnay's bio for the falling of the Dayla family.)

    In the sudden escalation into eventual gangwar, she lost everything in less than a week. Her parents went missing. She saw both her brothers die too. Her Exen cousins went into hiding and were scattered out there, in and, beyond Freeport City. Now Charlie did not even know if she could trust them if she ever saw them again. Because now their humble little empire had been taken over by her unscrupulous uncle, Tio Esteban. 'El Chavo.' And to keep peace, he was going to sell out and join the Bigtime 4.

    Her uncle had given her orders and so now, Mizzy was supposed to kill her best friends she knew since childhood and make things right. But instead, she and her best friends fled. And almost 2 years later, they came back, a force in numbers and ready to take back Freeport City. But instead treachery happened and they were defeated, and once again on the run.

    But one thing was for sure: you can take the bitch outta' the 'hood, but you can never take the 'hood outta' the bitch. And so Charlie came back ready to take on the FEAD presence in The FC. She had found some of the Miss Aligned 7 and upon return home, they fought an agent known as Charger. It was revealed that Charger was none other than her bestie, Shar. Chardonnay Rouge LaCezanne had betrayed her; betrayed them all, in fact. And after the fight was said and done, there were many dead FEAD agents, but Agent Charger had bested her former best friends. And here, unarmoured now without the power of the Star-Kiron 06, Charger let them go and convinced them she was still on their side. Plans were made.

    Jaycie was to go to the top of the world to find the Beast that called to her. Megs was to return to the Bigtime 4 and become a spy/assassin for them once more. And Charlie was given free passage to London, where she would join a group of Exens and find out more about the MDC there. And when all was ready. And when all was said and done... they would rejoin once more. And whether as a member of The Miss Aligned or as The Aurenities, they would make good on their original mission; they would take back Freeport City.

    They would take back their home.

    And so now here she is. In London. And now she calls herself Marianna-Milinda. 3 months later and heiress to nothing but back to doing what originally gave her joy; it was her first calling and first love.

    All Charlisse ever wanted to do was dance.

    And so she did. And as a matter of fact, the girl was rather damn good at it. She was so talented, in fact, that when she was a teen, she actually was invited to a prestigious dance school away from The FC and away from a life of crime. But sometimes life is what it is... and as Mama Dayla often said: "sometimes you just can't help but lie in the bed you made for yourself..." And so she continued on in with her family business, giving up her dreams as a dance performer.

    But that kind of criminal underhandedness she grew into taught her how to be as of now. And as of now, she had been dating a woman caught up in the ranks of the MDC, and what she had gleaned from her was immense. Charlisse poses as a dance instructor at a medium prestige dance school but it is enough to shade her presence there. No one knows her as 'Mizzy,' nor as 'Sway'. And in light of that, she has been able to continue to amass info and details enough to strike back at FEAD and possibly even take a chunk out of MDC as well. She plans to be prepared when the Aurenities join forces once again.


    Family Members
    Mama - Nina-Encantada Marianna || Papi - Miguel || Brothers - Alessandro y Miguel Jr. || Aunts - Juanita-Encantada y Daisy-Encantada (Mother's side), Carolina (Father's side) || Uncles - Benito (Mother's side), Esteban 'El Chavo' (Father's side) || Cousins - Noel (Juanita's son), Victor y Yasamine (Daisy's kids), Magdalina (Carolina's daughter), Liz y Luz (Benito's daughters), Aurora, Carlito, y Terasita (Esteban's kids).

    Notable Equipment
    Mother's Mask, Ales overcoat, and Junior's hat.





    Los Angeles

    • ~Francis McMichaelson~

      Alias: 'Mickey'

      Age: 46 | Sex: Man | Sexuality: Heterosexy man.
      Eyes: Blue | Hair: Strawberry Blonde | Skin: Pale and freckles.
      Race: Human, Scottish Ethnicity.
      Markings: None, but known for that ever changing styled beard.

      -FEAD Arms Division / Experimental Ops Technician
      -Project: MA-GES (Mobile Armour - Gaia Enhanced Suit) - Lead Engineer for the Star-Kiron 06

      ++ |
      Jovial, Witty, Intelligent, Orderly, Loyal
      -- | Workaholic, Worrisome, Eat-aholic, Obsessive, Yes-man.

      Controllable: No.

    • ~Dr. Angellica Vantrice Star~

      Age: 49 | Sex: Female | Sexuality: Heterosexual
      Eyes: Brown | Hair: Black (Salt and Peppery) | Skin: Brown.
      Race: Human, Jamaican Ethnicity
      Markings: N/A

      -UCLA (Prof)
      -FEAD AI and Robotics Division / Experimental Ops - Chief Engineer, Theorist, Physicist

      ++ |
      -- |

      Controllable: Yes, but don't kill off or make a villain, please.

    • ~Ms. Sabina Margarites Kiron~

      Age: 38 | Sex: Female | Sexuality: Heterosexual
      Eyes: Brown | Hair: Brown | Skin: Olive.
      Race: Human, Greek Ethnicity
      Markings: N/A

      -Stanford University (Guest Prof)
      -Kimerika United (Conglomerate)
      -FEAD (Investor) - Experimental Ops (Chief Funder)

      ++ |
      -- |

      Controllable: Yes, but don't kill off or make a villain, please.

    • ~Esteban Rolando De La Vega~
      'El Chavo'

      Age:53 | Sex: Male | Sexuality: Heterosexual
      Eyes: Black | Hair: Black | Skin: Light Brown.
      Race: SuperHuman (Telekinetic), Cuban/Mexican Ethnicity
      Markings: Eyes roll back into head/shimmering illusion ripples across body, multiple tattoos, always has a beard.

      - The Dayla Family (Leader)
      ++ |
      -- |

      Controllable: Yes, but don't kill off, please. Is a villanous figure but not really a 'bad guy' vs superheroes.

    • ~Teresita Rochelle Mina De La Vega~
      ''La Fosforera'

      Age:23 | Sex: Female | Sexuality: Heterosexual
      Eyes: Black | Hair: Black | Skin: Light Brown.
      Race: Superhuman (Fire Elemental), Cuban/Mexican Ethnicity
      Markings: Eyes roll back into head/ Heat and body engulfed in pure fire, multiple tattoos, that curly, curly Dayla hair, big earrings..

      - The Dayla Family (Cargo Overseer)
      ++ |
      -- |

      Controllable: Yes, but don't kill off, please. Is a villanous figure but not really a 'bad guy' vs superheroes

    • ~Megi Taepung Ha~
      Alias: ''Megs' / 'Miss Inter-Dimension' (InDimi) / In the Bigtime 5 'Slide'

      Age:26 | Sex: Female | Sexuality: Bisexy
      Eyes: Light Brown | Hair: Pink and Blue (Natural Black) | Skin: Tan.
      Race: Human Magician (Teleportation), Korean/Irish Ethnicity
      Markings: Hands have unseen runic tattoos, smells of chalk when casting, eyes glow and tattoos glow when inter-dimensional portals open, Fancy lettered 'Miss' brand on right forearm, known for constantly dying her hair and making funny faces.

      - The Bigtime 5 (Cleaner / Smuggler)
      - The Aurenities (Communications / Transport / Cleaner)
      - The 'Miss Aligned 7'' (Teleporter / Infiltrator)

      ++ |
      -- |

      Controllable: No.


    • ~Evelyn Rose Worthington~

      'Evie' / 'Maravillosa' / 'Wundie'

      Age: 26 | Sex: Girl | Sexuality: Bisexy (not fully out yet)
      Eyes: Blue | Hair: Sandy Brown | Skin: Pale.
      Race: Human Magician (Dimensional Sealer), English Ethnicity.
      Markings: Third Eye glows on forehead when using Magic, known for glasses and seems to always have pens or pencils in her hair.

      -City of London Police (Clerical)
      -MDC London Symbology Division - 'Wonder Watcher' (Specialist Sigil Interpreter and Portal Sealer )

      ++ |
      Light-hearted, Kind, Intelligent, Helpful, Loyal
      -- | Workaholic, Disorganized, Easily Rattled, Insecure, Clingy.

      Controllable: No.

    • ~Coralyn Lily Worthington~

      Age: 28 | Sex: Female | Sexuality: Heterosexual
      Eyes: Brown | Hair: Brown | Skin: Pale.
      Race: Human, English Ethnicity
      Markings: N/A , glasses and short hairstyles, magic nullifying amulet (Hand of the Portent Angel), vambracers (Resistance and Rescinder)

      - University of the Arts London (Sculpture)
      - MDC London Consultant - Artifacts (Sigil Interpreter and Auguries)

      ++ |
      -- |

      Controllable: Yes, but don't kill off or make a villain, please.

    • ~Aaron Stevens Faraday~
      'Aaron Arrow' / 'Shooter'

      Age: 31 | Sex: Male | Sexuality: Heterosexual~ish (will snog with a dude for fun)
      Eyes: Green | Hair: Black | Skin: Dark Brown.
      Race: Human Magician (Sun Wizard), African/English Ethnicity
      Markings: Eyes and hands glow golden when casting, Magical attacks smells of burnt hair, Known for nice trim goatee/beard and shorn head.

      - City of London Police (Shooting Range Trainer)
      - MDC London Exen Division - Inspector (Combat Specialist)

      ++ |
      -- |

      Controllable: Yes, but don't kill off or make a villain, please.

    • ~Morgan Dayle Faraday~
      'Morgo' / 'Mr. Shader'

      Age: 26 | Sex: Male | Sexuality: Heterosexual~ish (will snog with a dude for fun)
      Eyes: Green | Hair: Black | Skin: Dark Brown.
      Race: Human Magician (Shadow Wizard), African/English Ethnicity
      Markings: Eyes and red when casting, smoke trails movements when casting, known for magical cloak and rings.

      - Circle of Baal (Bad guy wizards)

      ++ |
      -- |

      Controllable: Yes, but don't kill off yet, please. Villain and Half-Brother of Inspector Faraday.


  16. Samuel

    I have no clue how many muscles are in the human body, but I'm certain all of mine have gone taut. "The kids'...files..." I'm completely numb, yet I'm still able to enter and help Carrie clean up the mess. My brow lowers as speculations explode in my head. I start muttering under my breath, trying to make sense of this startling development. "This can't be right...who would want information about the kids? Could it be one of those awful hate groups? No, no, they wouldn't enter a house full of abnormals, no matter how desperate they are...whoever it is..." 'They might be hostile,' I cap off in my thoughts.

    The mere possibility of someone breaking into our safe haven and harming the kids--harming Carrie--sends molten lava racing up my spine.

    Never. I refuse to let that happen.

    First thing's first: I need to calm Carrie. Though she's putting on a brave face like the amazing woman that she is, I can sense the dread building in her core. I place my hands on her shoulders and pause to give her soft smile, then pull her into a gentle embrace. "Just breathe, baby girl. We're going to figure this out." I pull out of the hug and flash another smile. "We're a dream team. No one's going to lay a single finger on the kids nor us, okay?"

    I then busy myself with thinking again. "I...don't think it's a good idea to let the kids know what's going on." My insides churn at the idea. I absolutely hate lying but I'm also well aware that it's a necessary evil sometimes--this is definitely one of those times. "They'll notice we're on lock down, but we can just say that there's been rumor of abnormal hate groups prowling around the streets today. That should encourage the kids to stay inside and still feel safe in here." 'I hope...' I know that I'm gambling on this one but unless Carrie has another idea, well...
  17. "It's too late for that now, you done went and sold your soul to the devil!" Careen shouldn't be harassing a drunk like that, but if he went and whined any louder she might just turn around to clobber him over the head with her pistol and drag him back out cold.

    "You're gonna go where I tell you to go and you're gonna get a pretty chunk of change for it. And you try to escape I'm gonna brand you like a prized bit of cattle and send out a bunch of hairy mercenaries to drag you back." Careen wasn't even the least bit kidding. But this one would learn that in time.

    At the edge of town, she very nearly shoved him right in to the tall grey spotted horse that was tied to a tree minding it's own business. Next to it was one sad looking, very mangy donkey. Careen eyed both of the animals before she was none-too-gently- trying to usher her new minion up on the much stronger (and less likely to kill a drunk) horse!

    "Just quit yer bitchin' and get on the horse!"
  18. Demi

    I don't think I can hold my breath much longer. With my mouth shut and blood flowing down my nose, there's no way for me to inhale--at all. Add that on top of my blood loss...I'm bound to black out any minute. Oh god, this is crazy! Everyone here is crazy! I don't want to be here! I...I just want to find Koda! Is that too much to ask? I can't afford to fail. I can't afford to give up after all of these years--I refuse.

    Just as I feel my eyes roll back and the burning in my lungs doubles, my lips rip apart and I heave a shuddering gasp. I draw in large gulps of air, ignoring the awful taste of blood staining my lips. However, before I can stop myself, a chain of broken whimpers leave me before I'm crumbling into myself again and choking out sobs behind my teeth. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck! My head and chest hurts so fucking bad, and no form of bone bending can stop it.

    I hate myself for this, but I flinch back when that bossy bitch ((Helen)) comes over and shoves her sweater in my face. At first, I think she's trying to smother me, to finish what blondie started, so I wind up shrieking and trying to crawl away from her. However, my blood pressure is still as low as holy hell and the world is fucking spinning, so I don't get far. When she comes near me again, I finally realize that she's not smothering me--she's helping me.

    "I-I don't need your help," I whimper quietly. God, I'm so fucking pathetic! This is complete utter bullshit! I'm supposed to be able to take care of myself and take on anybody. But, then again, I've never been jumped by two abnormals at once. I had always been thugs and no-name lackeys, normal people. Now? Now, I'm not as invincible as I fucking thought/ Here I thought I could handle these fucking Collectors and find Koda on my own, yet these two handled me like some cockroach.

    Feeling pissed and ashamed and scared all at once, I slowly stagger to my feet, using the wall as support, and hesitant press the sweater to my nose. I cautiously eye her up and down. Her friend ((Penelope)) seems as steely as ever, though I can tell it's not as hard as before. Hell, I think there's some pity in there now, which just pisses me off more.

    "I don't n-need anyone's help." Even as I say this, my legs are barely strong enough to hold me up. I try to ignore their stares and snatch a pile of napkins off the table, trying to scoop up as much of the mess I can.

    "Fuck..." I mutter under my breath. This is definitely gonna leave a stain behind; one of those assistants are bound to see it sooner or later, connect the dots, and probably kick me out. My gut drops at the possibility. I can leave. Not now. I still need to find the Collectors and this is my only lead! My arms are shaking with panic now but I'm still wiping up my blood.
  19. Careen was rolling her eyes. Again. "I'm SO glad you noticed my ti-AARGH!" THUMP! PLOOF! With both of them hitting the ground, a nice pile of dust rose up around them. Careen coughed and growled, shoving at him to get off.

    "Holy shit you're heavy! Eeyuugh! And you smell like damned cabbages! Why? Why?" He couldn't even get on a horse! SHE was going to need a drink at this rate! Abandoning her shoving, she just resulted to jabbing him in the ribs several times until the harassment had him rolling his own damned self off.

    The moment she jumped back up to her feet, she didn't bother dusting herself off. She was kicking him! "I swear to every god in this bloody galaxy it WOULD be my luck to grab the first idiot that volunteered!" It seemed she was going to sober him up by beating the daylights out of him. "Here's your first damned law! No more drinking! I'm going to get you so damned sober, you'll be able to see in to space!"
  20. "Hey, that ain't nice to say!" He rolled over slightly, about to get up himself when the kicking started. "O... OW! Hey! Quit!"

    Her feet landed in his ribs and shoulder sharply as he fought to shield himself. Finally one stray blow struck him in the nose and whipped his head backwards. He didn't like that much. A sturdy grip found her boot and held it at bay from hitting him a second time. "I said quit."

    Blood ran freely from one of his nostrils, and he was clearly angry over the whole thing. He sniffed up some of the blood unconsciously, releasing her foot and standing up on his feet. He squared off on her with a wobble, looking stern and upset.

    "Whad'ya mean, 'No more drinking?!' " He whined.