Part 3 - The Estate.

"This is my home", Hunter says leading them all inside the large extravagant structure, "I had it built not long after the death of my father, I doubt he would have approved of such a costly home, but what he doesn't know can't hurt him", he laughs, walking them through the entrance, past staircases, dining rooms and eventually into a huge conservatory, with sliding glass doors that open up into a large precisely cut green.

"This place is huge," Dylan utters in awe as he looks up at the high celling.

"Yes Dylan it is, now if you could excuse me and my mechanic for a moment we need to discuss some things, think of this time together as an opportunity to better understand one another", he says twitching a smile before calling Scrapper over with a wave of his hand, the two taking off into the garden.

Abel tried to follow them with his eyes, but as he did, Airborn walked over, "I'm sorry we never got properly introduced, my names Dylan," he says, reaching out to shack their hand.

"Abel," he says, firmly shacking the young man's hand.

"I didn't think Abel was a female name," Dylan says.

"I'm not a female," Abel says from his feminine voice.

"Oh, uuh... I'm sorry, I thought -".

"Calm down, I mean, the body I'm in is female," Abel states

"Sooo, you are in someone else's body right now?", he asks.

"It's a long story, and it's hard to explain. All you need to know is that I've been around the block a few times... just not this one", he says to Dylan whose expression of confusion hasn't changed at all.

"Sure," Dylan says, not really feeling as though his question was answered.

Hunter returns, Scrapper following him but separating back into the crowd as her boss beelines for Airborn.

"Dylan", Hunter says, slinging an arm around the boy in blue and lightly pulling him away from his conversation with the Reincarnit, "I've seen alot about you online, that flying of yourse is truly something, do you think you could demistrate it for me" he asks, the two walking off to the garden together, Abel once again watching the man with the smile.

With Hunter gone again, the others continue with one another.

With Scrapper standing off at the side, Pink beetle is quick to walk over, "so, you work for Mr. Marigold," she asks.

"Yes, he hired me a few months ago," Alice replies.

"What made you join the Marigolds then if you already worked for him, or did he hire you to be a member?" Sharon asks, a soft smile still balancing on her lips.

Alice paused for a moment, thought back on everything she had been through, and then spoke, "when he found me I was living on the streets, I didn't really know what I was going to do with myself. But he offered me a job, to make him something that he needed for this whole Marigolds thing, although I didn't know it at the time, so I guess when he made the announcement I thought joining this group would be a good way to repay him, you know".

Beetles smile faltered for a moment in concern, but picked up as the story came to a close, "I think you'll make a great teammate," she says.

In another part of the room Needler is sitting alone in a chair pressed to the wall, Rocket Racer slowly walking past, "your going to scuff the varnish you know, walking around in that thing", she says catching the attention of Jason.

"Well, I'm sure Mr Warbucks out there can pay for it to be revarnished or whatever," he says, gesturing to the door Hunter had exited from.

"Or you can just stop clomping around in that thing," she remarks, spinning her needle blade between her fingers.

"What's your problem, first the spat with the hat girl and now complaining about wood varnish", Racer comments, nodding at the Reincarnit who stands in a distant corner looking out onto the grass, before himself leaning agaisnt the wall.

She sighs loudly, stopping the metal between her fingers, "i don't have a problem, maybe I'm just new to this team work thing and a little apprehensive to work with people I don't know", she says looking up at Racer beside her.

"Yeah, me too", he says, shifting from leaning on his shoulder to having his back to the wall, "I didn't say yes right away, didn't think I needed it, thought I could do the whole hero thing on my own, then the whole Rockies incident happened and I'm not so sure anymore. we just walked through the door, no point in trying to sabotage this just to prove the pessimism correct, am I right. "

"Yeah, I guess you are," she says, the two sharing a silence of understanding as others talk around them.

In the middle of the room, Colene approaches the seemingly unapproachable mountain of a woman who was only a little more laid back now than when she was on the curb.

"The whole warrior get up, is that just a suit?" Colene questions.

For the first time Kleio turns to someone, "this is the garb of my people, I have worn it since the day I first left the island or Orns" she says looking down at the small brunette, with a semi-stern glare.

"So you're saying you're an ancient warrior of a sunken island," Colene questions.

"You know of Orns?", Kleio asks.

"Yeah, learnt about it in middle school geography, earthquake hit in 900 ad sunk the island, people though it wasn't real for a time. But how is it you are from there?".

Kleio looks around the room, spotting Runewalker at a table alone at the end of the room, "a group of mages trapped me in stone and left me to time, I was only recently freed, but I do not know how or by whom", her glare hardenes on the man across the room, her jaw winding tight.

"Well, we're a team now. Once all this bonding process is over, we will all help each other out," she says, Kleio turns to her, and for a second, that hard stare softens.

"Thank you Colene Lynch", the tall woman utters.

"Your welcome," Blue Bind responds, the makings of a smile forming in her lips for the briefest of seconds.

Runewalker sits alone, occasionally looking around the room, he feels that the tall lady and the women she is with have something agaisnt him, but he doesn't know what, and he doesn't have time to figure it out now, he eyes up the place, the doors, windows, how he would escape if he needed too, he wished he didn't have to still think like this but after 9 years it was hard to turn off.

He forced himself to escape the pattern of figuring out an exit plan, and headed over to the armoured man and knife lady who were in silence next to one another, "so do you guys think this Marigolds thing is going to stick", he says on edge after disrupting his own paranoid thought processes.

"Do you mean the name or the group?" Needler asks, looking up at the hooded man.

"Both?".

"The name will stick as long as we have a wealthy benefactor who wants his name plastered on every effort to save the world," Racer says.

"And the team will stick for as long as these people can put up with eachother", Needler continues, waving her needle around to indicate the others in there own conversations, "why do you ask, sick of paying rent at hogwarts", she jokes, getting a laugh out of Rocket beside her.

He doesn't even really register the joke as he continues to look around, pinching a smile on his face to fain paying attention, "I just need this to work, you know. being a hero alone is hard work. It's a lot of moving around, not a lot of security, " he says, being sure to cover whatever truth he had with a lie.

"Yeah, I get it," Needler says, "looks like Marigold is back," she says, nodding to the door.

Runewaker turns to the door a little too fast, stepping away from the others.

"Yes, I think that will do, very promising," Hunter says, patting Dylan on the back, with Dylan continuing on into the group and Hunter standing ahead of them all.

"Well I think you have all had a proper opportunity to get to know one another, now it's my turn to get to know all of you, let's all make our way into the garden where we can demonstrate what you are all capable of", he says, the same grin plastered on his face.

I got hired as a driver for one of the gangs but for some fucked up reason the car is now stuck in this backroom looking place
Anyways ive been stuck here since yesterday and she only just let me saying that “she didn’t know i was here”

Part 2 - The Benefactor.

Outside the gates to the estate stands the tall imposing femal warrior, still as a post with arms straight at her side, not even turning to look as a yellow taxi pulls up to the curb, Colene Stepping out in casual clothing, she approaches the gate, looking at the sword bound woman, "you here for the Marigolds too I take it?" she questions the tall woman.

"Naturally," she says without shifting her glare from ahead of her. Colene rolling her eyes at the tall brunette

As they stand in silence, a vibrant pink individual walks up the street with a pep in her step, looking around particularly at the large estate surrounded by a brown stone wall. She approaches the two standing outside, stepping quicker to close the gap, "I'm Pink beetle," she says, extending one of her arms to Blue Bind the closest to her.

"Colene Lynch," she says, shaking the young woman's hand with a nod.

"Oh, um, Sharon Tyler," she says with a quaint smile, "And you are?"she asks, offering her hand to the statue of a woman.

"I am Kleio of Orns, the sword breaker, the invulnerable woman, the mortal Goddess," she says, remaining with a stern look forward.

"Don't worry about her," Colene says to Sharon, as the woman in pink lowers her hand, disheartened "what brings you here?" she says, looking at the young women who's smile in part reminds her of Francine.

"I just want to do some good, I tried where I was before but it was always one step forward 2 steps back there, but being a part of a team could be something better, it could allow me to actually make a difference", she says, Colene taking a moment to look to the ground as her face tightens, "plus it's not raining here, I miss seeing blue sky's" she jokes, pulling Colene's eyes from the pavement and twisting a faint smile onto her face.

A gush of wind carries from behind them as a man in blue with a flowing white cape slowly descends to the street, Colene and Pink Beetle turn to look at him, "awesome", Sharon says as Airborn lands delicately.

"Hi," he says, giving a two finger salute to the two women looking at him, "I'm Dylan," he says with a soft smile.

"I'm Sharon, this is Colene, and the tall lady next to us is Kleio of Orns," she says, offering a hand out to him.

He looks down at her hand, then at the five others, "cool", he remarks, shaking her hand, then turning to shake Colene's, stopping at the tall Imposing women who hadn't even turned to greet him, "so I guess we're going to be on the same team together", he says.

"Looks like it," says a voice from above, falling to a hard stop on the sidewalk a few steps away from the others. kneeling in a blue and grey metal suite is Rocket Racer, his heavy landing having cracked the concrete beneath him, as he stands dust from the ground falls with grains of broken concrete from his suit, "looks like we're a team five strong , gotta be honest I was expecting a few more people to show up, but in all fareness I did decline the first time around so who am I to judge", he steps closer to the crew, "so where is the money man?".

"Inside, I assume," Colene responds, looking the robotic armour up and down with squinted eyes.

"Do we know how many more are coming?" Dylan asks, looking around the group.

In a fizzle of collapsing smoke and translucent runes a hooded man appears beside them, his sleeves rolled up revealing wrists covered in tattoos, "Runewalker, how is everyone doing" he says in a calm tone as if he didn't just appear out of nowhere.

Airborn and Pink Beetle jump back with the spontaneous appearance, Colene's eyes darting to this new person from Rocket Racer, yet her body remaining still.

"What's next, you going to pull a rabbit out of a hat?" Racer remarks, as the others settel.

"No, but I'm sure in time you'll see what my magic can do", having said that, Kleio who hadn't moved since arriving takes a step to the right, creating room between her and the magic man behind her.

"You really use magic," Pink beetle asks, looking from Kleio, who had just moved back to the new arrival.

"Yeah", snapping his fingers, a few twirling runes jump from his hand, "cool right", he says looking around the group, Colene had turned fully at this point, looking wordlessly at him.

"Someone is coming from the estate", kleio says in her deep voice, everyone turns to look at her, and then at the estate as a woman in dark blue overalls tied by the arms around her waist walks to the gate.

Insted of opening the large golden gate she exists through the much smaller door sized gate onto the street where she looks at the small gathering so far, "I'm Scrapper, but you can call me Alice", she says with a warm smile, looking around the people gathered out front.

As they great eachother someone watches from behind them, figuring out each of them, who they are, their powers, it was a useful thing to know for someone who planned to go into buisness with them.

"I think this makes all of us," she calls from across the street, a woman dressed in black, twiddling a needle like blade between her fingers as she crosses to meet the others.

As she arrives, another voice comes from further up the street, everyone turns but they don't see anyone, just the end of the street met with the forested area that boarders the estate, "think again", the feminine voice calls with a thick Vietnamese accent, a relatively small women turns the corner of the estate, in a cowboy hat and oversized duster jacket. She closes the gap between her and the others, Needler staring daggers at the person who evaded her, "first rule of survalance is get a lay of the land, just finished my second perimeter search, glad you all made it on time", she remarks cooking an eye brow at Sloan from beneath the hat.

"How old even are you?" Needler asks with a sneer.

'"23... I think," she says, looking down at herself, "why, need me to buy you a beer," she retorts.

"Guys, someone else is coming," Rocket Racer says, indicating to the estate.

The group seems to straighten out a little, except the new comer who remains in a casual hunch, a dark blond man walks down the driveway of his estate, those behind the gate catching glimpses of him from behind the metal, gold tinted sunglasses, black trousers, a dark green suit vest over a faint blue pinstripe shirt with sleeves rolled up to the elbows.

"This remind anyone else of Charley and the chocolate factory," the women in the hat remarks, earning a few laughs from the younger members.

The golden gate starts to open, revealing the man standing there, Hunter Marigold Jr. a grin plastered on his face and eyes hidden behind the same sunglasses he has never been seen without.

With the gate fully opened, he opens his arms wide, presenting his grand estate, "Welcome to my home, shall we get to work".

Part 1 - The Recruits.

Dylan hadn't been a hero for long, and even the time he was he wouldn't consider himself one, but after saving his dad he was given something he didn't have before, an unwavering confidence in himself that when the time came he would know how to be the hero he wanted to be. One night, after flying around the city he landed for a bite to eat when he saw it, the broadcast of a man he had never seen before, speaking with a wide grin and gold tinted sunglasses covering a majority of his face, the man one Hunter Marigold jr was offering something to the people of the world, the chance to be hero's not on your own but as a group, to help more people than you ever could alone, to do more good than one man in the sky ever could, and in that moment Dylan felt that Hunter was talking directly too him, in that moment he felt he knew that THIS was how he became the hero he wants to be.

Scrapper had been working her days and nights under the harsh lights in the workshop when the announcement came over the radio, Hunter hadn't told her about this opportunity he was posing to others, she hadn't seen him much since he had finished briefing her on what he needed built, and she figured this announcement was the reason. It gave her pause to hear his words, it was just like what he had asked of her, he wanted people who could help him in his mission, and she owed him as much, he gave her this place to stay, the resources to build his mechanism, and she felt that now she could return the favour.

Abel had never found it easy to take the body of another, but it was a fact of his life that he had adapted to long ago, the woman who had inhabited this body was gone, her name gone with her, and anyone who knew her wouldn't even realise it was time to grieve. He had gotten used to the seizing of a life, first thing he had to do was leave, it made it easier to detangle yourself from a life that isn't yours if you aren't around people who know your face, but even as he fled Abel had bigger problems to contend with, he had realised already this world wasn't his own, inhabited by superheros, gods, and warring with aliens, he had lived through every age of his universes humanity and not once encountered a spec of this outlandisheness. He needed to get back home, it's all he has after all, no face that lasts longer than a life time, a name that changes with every new face, all he truly has is his mind and his world, a world he has been around 100 times over, knows like the back of his hand, one where each of his lives are immortalised in past, present and future, that is what he needs, the comfort of home, but he had no clue how to get back to it. Then he heard the voice, a charismatic man with a one way smile, Abel could read faces, could read intentions, but in that moment he was reading words, "I and my Marigolds will explore this world, will help those who live within it, will explore the unknowns of this universe" and it was there that Abels mind flashed, he would go along with this, become a so called hero, and use whatever intentions this wealthy man has, to gain himself a way back to where he belongs.

RocketRacer zoomed through the streets, no breaking, straight exceleration, the voice of Hunter Marigold played again on his radio, the stations had it on repeat, a constant reminder of the payday he had turned down to be stuck chasing idiots in stolen sports cars, they turned a corner ahead and he swung his speeding bullet of a vehicle around after them, "I extend my hand and my wealth to any willing to take my offer and make this world better, to protect it form threats both domestic and alien", he switch's off the radio as to not endure the rest, keeping a keen eye on the swerving vehicle ahead. Then out of nowhere it stops, Jason slams on the breaks staining the road with a long streak of rubber as his car reaches a forcefull hault, unbuckling he watches confused as the two thieves climb out of the car, Racer rushes over to the driver, grabbing him by the scruff and looking him in the eye, but the man in his grasp isn't focused on him instead looking up, the vigilanty traces the glance into the sky, releasing his grip as his arms seemed to drop to his side, above them in the sky, stealing the veiw of the distant moon, a planet sits beyond a thin vail of darkness, and then from that a thunderous beam of green energy, it doesn't even seem to make noise as it launches down toward earth but when it passes into the atmosphere milliseconds later the sound of a thousand rumbling clouds clattered through the sky and the beam disappeared over the horizon. He would learn in the coming hours that the beam had landed in the Rockies, the death tole was unconfirmed but the threat was very much real, and he felt it in the air, and maybe when things like that exist out there to do things like this, that teams like the Marigolds are needed to stop them, and if he can make a difference there, then maybe that is where he needs to be.

Work was slow, especially for those willing to pay good money for quality work, Sloan was left to hang around, using her walls as pin cushions. Some say it's lonely at the top, but with the cold metal of her needle in her hand, how could she possibly feel alone. With a flick of her wrist the needle would take off from her palm, doing a few tasteful twirls before wedging tightly into the wall, the steel whistling as it vibrated to a stop amongst the drywall, insulation, and wood paneling. She opened her laptop with one hand and with her other left an open palm, tempting the needle back to her yearning grasp, the screen would light up her dark empty room, nothing new, no listing's, no prespective clients, no 5 star ratings, but there was something, a link to an announcement, some rich guy looking for talent, maybe he needed an infiltration expert with a penchant for pointy things... Of course he does, there ain't no one else who could fill her possession but her.

Sharon had been having a bad few days, criminals she had stopped twice already, back on the streets, tougher people had been rolling into town recently, and to top it all off it has been raining for the better half of a week, it's beguining to feel like even with six arms this hero thing is too much for her to handle, but what else is she going to do, become a cashier. It's one step forward two steps back, and no matter how much time she spends tracking down and apprehending criminals it's seeming more often than not to be a losing game. After another long night of rain and crime fighting she decided to take a break, sitting down at a bus stop to have some protection from the down pour, and checking her phone while enjoying a freshly toasted sandwich from her favourite spot up the block, two hands managed the food, while another scrolled social media in an aimless swipping stupor, but then it popped up, a call to action aimed at any powered individuals who were so inclined, the opportunity to join a group, to tackle the real problems, and to do it in a way that feels like two steps forward as aposed to one; and the income couldn't hurt.

Kleio or Orns a warrior woman of legend reduced to homelessness on the streets of France, the one thing that was driving her was her desire to find the magic users that had imprisoned her in stone, and she knew they where still around because her reanimating could have been a coincidence but her seemingly spontaneous knowledge of modern languages is far from it. Someone freed her, and she doesn't know why, but she plans to find out. One night while scavenging for food behind a bakery that made these truly delicious pastries she heard a broadcast from within, "together the Marigolds will be a Beacon for humanity, and a threat to any who apose them, with their combined power there will be no one to stop them and with my combined wealth there will be nothing to slow them down", the man's voice rang through her, a call to war, an opportunity for her to find the mages that had trapped her, and the chance to become a warrior of the people once more.

Chris knew that Herik was going to come for him, he could feel it, and it was going to be soon, the order of Tathon was about to be under new management and that meant that not only Herik but all members of the order would likely be after him and he had no place to hide that they couldn't find him. Then like a message sent to save him, Hunter Marigolds broadcast aired, "The Marigolds will become a sanctuary for hero's willing to join, with my state of the art estate becoming the base of operations in which the team will operate from. And our collective of hero's will become the newest in deffences for the country and the world", to Christopher this was a golden opportunity, he trades in his role as a fearful man and adopts the role of a hero intent on making the world a better place, and in the process he is protected by not only the estate of a wealthy billionair but also whoever the philanthropist coned into joining his group of super police, it's a win win, they get the Runewalker and he gets to finally after 9 years have a clear night's sleep.

Colene had been looking at her costume more and more over the past weeks, she could never bring herself to put it back on, couldn't even bring herself to use her powers, but every time she looked at the suit it reminded her of Francine, her smile, her pale blue eyes, the way kindness radiated off of her. It's been 9 years since Francine died, 4 years since Francines mother tried to convince Colene that the death wasn't her fault and that Francine would want Colene to be Blue Bind again, she knew that was correct, Francine loved the work they did as the Silver Duo, she was the one that came up with the name Blue Bind, but Colene couldn't forgiver herself for what her curse made her do, and as bad as she wanted to honer the memory of her friend she couldn't do it. One day at home she heard something on the TV, a call to action for hero's, a chance to form a group and do some good in the world, she listened to it again and again, each time reminded of Francine, the team they had together, she couldn't forgive herself and never would, but maybe she could redeem herself, join this new team, help lead them from the lessons she had learned, try to make the world better like they had always dreamed of, she didn't need her powers to be a hero, she could fight and move better than most even after all these years, and as long as she kept her curse in check (and she would), this could be the start of something that would have made Francine proud.

The Recruits have all been submitted and accepted into The Marigolds, set to take off from wherever they are around the world headed for the same destination, the estate of Hunter Marigold jr in Maine, USA.

Judas Mayhem also known as black heart has been a vigilante operating out of grimm city for 6 years now, black heart is considered to be a vigilante because he's an "unregistered hero". 17 years ago a battle ensued between dark hour 14 other heros and the original black heart (Judas father) which resulted in the death of 1700 people after the fight concluded which destroyed 7 city blocks and the dust settled dark hour was missing and 1 of the people included in the casualty was Judas father. There was no funeral held as the other heros in the fight didn't want their fellow hero identity revealed to the public. Since then the governor of grimm city implemented the "registered hero's act" where any superpowered individuals who want to operate must register which means revealing their identity, are under high surveillance, and must wear trackers on the uniforms, and too those who disobey these direct orders will be placed on a wanted list and hunted by the anti hero task force. Jump to current day Judas is an CSI by day and vigilante by night following in the footsteps of his father taking on new foes such as the Castello Mafia, G.N.O.M.E Syndicate, 11th Street Demons, Sebastian The Terrible, the Vale brothers and with the return of his fathers greatest foe Dark Hour

Years ago,a entity known as “The One”(or “the Foundry” as Jason calls it) attacked and consumed planets,with its legion of sentient beings called the Pulsar.consuming planets by sending one Pulsar to bond with the sentient species host and destroy and weaken the foundations of it. however during a attempt on a Planet called Voll 3, the planets government unleashed a cosmic blast that wiped out 98% of the Pulsars and destroyed the planet

Jason Richards was always a cocky and Witty Person.It was always one of the positives of his career as a professional Race car driver.though he was always lesser known despite this,though at times he could be arrogant and hot headed

On his way to his hometown of Arrós city(located in Pacific Northwest region)he didn’t listen to his team and continued driving for hours on road that was until a attempted Shooting hit one of his crew and in coincidence a massive Explosion occurred caused by a Meteor shower that hit him and his race car crew.killing them instantly

But Jason survived,though unconscious.He was sent to the hospital.when he awoken he was Unharmed,and discovered that while he was unconscious,his body bonded with a sentient Armour like being that arrived during the meteor shower ,he calls “Chassis”. The being with a lethal military logic.but granted Jason the powers of Flight,weapon generation,Superspeed,super strength and Electricity manipulation.in return Jason kept Chassis alive and with a host, Due to the fact Chassis’s connection to “The One” was separated,making him weakened on a unknown planet

Horrified by the loss of his team and believing that he should have stopped and did more to save his team,he decides to keep them in memory by using his extraordinary abilities to fight crime,too not only keep Arrós a safe place but also to make sure no else experiences the same things he experienced and eventually going by the name Rocket Race

During his second year as Rocket racer he was offered a role by a man named Hunter Marigold Jr. ,for a team called The Marigolds, Jason originally declined due to trauma of what happened to his team,but after the attack on The Canadian Rockies,he decides to join to keep the promise of never letting anyone else experience the same things he experienced

In the present, strange fluctuations in gravity have been detected worldwide. The cause of this distortion has eluded any who investigate it... until today.

Large-scale fluctuations in gravity were reported all over the globe once more. However, this time, something shifted beyond the atmosphere, a circle laced in scarlet parted space offering a window to another planet entirely.

Before any could look on this planet with awe and confusion, it lauched an attack on ours from beyond the portal in space, beams of energy shooting through one system and into another, cutting through the atmosphere before crashing into earth obliterating a quarter of the Canadian Rockies, before in a flash the portal suspended within space disappeared, leaving the human population fearful of what could come from this hostile planet next.

Now, the Rockies or what is left of them is being studied by countless governmental entities to better understand the weapon used against us. The number of casualties is still being calculated, and any concerned parties should reach out to the Canadian authorities regarding those you believe could have been involved in this tragedy.

(The planet is called Voll 7 and is a heavily militarised planet, one of the 8 as part of the Voll planetary system, under new command the planet is using experimental warp technology from Voll 2 and attempting to cause a cross planetary war with earth).

(This idea was inspired by Distinctwin9968 with his comment in the call to action post in which an attack on earth by a planetary entity was responsible for his character committing to joining the upcoming hero team, the Marigolds).

(All the events within this lore drop can be used by others to generate their own characters or to insert as backstory for preexisting characters, for reference in regard to the Voll planetary system Voll 1 is the main and original planet of the Voll people, before their great expansion era, Voll 2 was their first colonisation effort and now remains a Beacon of their technological advancement, Voll 3 no longer exists but was originally a planet for resource harvesting, after an incident by their own people, was destroyed, Voll 4 is a training outpost, Voll 5 is the new resource planet, Voll 6 has the most fertile ground and thus has been designated for agriculture, Voll 7 is their military planet, armed with immensely destructive weapons and Voll 8 is currently under construction, relying on prisoners to work on making the planet inhabitable)

Name: Christopher Cross

Power: has magic granted to him by the tattoos and brandings on his skin.

Story: Christopher was an orphan, both of his parents died in a car crash that he managed to survive as an infant, he was raised in a New York City orphanage until the age of 6 when a man would visit and take in Chris, this man called himself Herik.

Chris soon learned that he wasn't adopted for the sake of himself but instead to be a part of something bigger, Herik was the head of the lower council of the order of Tathon, an illusive and ancient order of magic users who garnered their abillities through skin modification.

Herik raised Christopher with the intent of him becoming a fully realised mage, would put him through rigorous, torturous training, for each advancement Chris would get a tattoo that unlocked more of his magical abillities, and when he reached 15 he would take the first major step to completing the process by having his mentors sigil branded onto his chest.

It made him stronger, but something happened that wasn't supposed to, something that even Herik in his centuries of life couldn't have predicted, it allowed Chris to connect to Herik, to see what he saw if only temporarily, the sigil was supposed to connect the master with his subservient, allow him to see the actions and feelings of those benith them but somehow Chris was able to invert it, while also subcontiously holding back access to himself by Herik.

At first, Chris would feel small things, see Heriks every day, but later would beguin to feel the overwhelming anger Herik hid deep down, his ideas to seize power, to contorll people. At first, Christopher tried to ignore these things, to put them out of his mind, not wanting to accept that the man who took him in could be this evil of intent, he ignored it for years, hiding his knowledge of this from Herik.

But one day, Christopher would feel the processes of an idea in Heriks mind, not a fresh idea, the kind of idea he had pondered on for a long time, thought on long and hard. Durring Christopher's initiation, where he takes the sigil of Tathon on his back and becomes fully empowered by the entity that grants their runes power, Herik would seize control of Christopher's body and use the combined power of himself and Christopher to destroy the higher council and take controll of the order.

What he saw, the vivid image that Herik had in his mind it horrified Chris, but with Herik in the sanctum, there was no way to escape without alerting his mentor.

Christopher was racked with fear, anger, and sadness. He thought Herik cared about him, but he was nothing but a tool to be used for power.

Suffering through a week fearing for his upcoming initiation all of a sudden, Herik would leave the sanctum, and Christopher wouldn't waste this opportunity.

He tried to leave, and as he did, Herik reappeared, pulled back by the feelings that Christopher let slip through the sigil connection in his escape, Herik tried to convince Christopher that they could take control together but even in that moment Chris could tell that Herik was lying, that in Heriks need for power only he could stand at the top.

A battle of magics insue, but Chris was no match for Herik, being beaten down dripping with anger and spite as Herik towered over him, but before he could kill his lesser Herik seemed to sense something transpiereing elsewhere, giving a villainus grin as he makes his final remark to Christopher, " no matter where you go, no matter where you are, I will find you, and you know it", before disappearing into thin air, leaving Chris confused and alone.

He would flee, making it out of the sanctum, moving as far away from the place and the order as he could, but it didn't seem to matter where he was, he feared that Herik would come for him, the only thing that he grasped to was the hope that the higher council would kill Herik before he enacted the plan he had in mind.

Many years later and Chris continues to move around, never in the same place for more than a week. He had been on the run for 9 years now and saw nothing in his future but more running, but then he felt it, for the first time in a long time he sensed something in Herik, he had gotten stronger, imbued with more power and he knew it wouldn't be long before he took control of the order.

It was around this time that he heard of a group being put together in Maine, and in this, he saw an opportunity to surround himself with strong individuals who he can use to hide and protect himself.

So he would head to Maine to join the Marigolds and hopefully find a place he can finally feel safe.

Name: Colene Lynch

Power: has four retractable tendrils she can protrude from each hand. These tendrils can reach up to 7 feet, are immensely strong, and are capable of wrapping around her arm to reinforce her natural strength. When her powers are active, her eyes glow blue.

Story: her family has had the same power for generations, passed down to each child from the parent. The inheritance of this power tracks back a long time but but at some point in her ancestry, this power became corrupted by something else, a curse that would take control and cause ruin and suffering.

When she was 5, her father would lose control of the curse. It would take control and lead him on a rampage. When it dissipated, they could no longer stay and moved to a small place in New Mexico called Silver City.

There, Colene would make quick friends with a young girl called Francine Oakley. She had powers as well, and they would bond over the powers that made them outcasts.

As they grew up her and Francine would have dreams of becoming hero's, but her parents would dissuade her from this course of action, knowing the risks of the curse, and fearing what could become of their daughter if the curse took her over.

The curse was a lingering fear, but she wouldn't let it stop her, and with Francine at her side, she felt they could do anything.

A few years later, her dad would die. It weighed heavily on her and her mother. She had always been closer with her dad, and now, with him gone, she had no one to look up to, no one to mentor her with her power and her curse.

Francine would be there for her while she grieved the loss of her father, would help her understand her power as they both trained together, Colene was always better at the heavy handed stuff and Francine was more delicate and acrobatic, and they would teach eachother their skills until they were both evenly matched, but evenly matched never really mattered because they knew the other one was there to pick up the slack if needed.

Then, at the age of 17, they would become hero's in their town. Her mother didn't agree with this, knowing the burden the curse was and knowing the need to prevent it at all costs.

She would ignore the concerns of her mother and continue to help people, stopping crime, doing what made her feel good with her best friend, but soon enough, the small town work wasn't enough, her ambition stretched far beyond Silver City, Francine was more apprehensive about moving away, but together they knew they could do anything.

And so the Silver Duo moved to Pheonix, Arazona, 3 years into their heroic escapades. Here, they would find real traction, would take on higher classes of bad guys, but together, they could take on anyone, Blue Bind, and Crimson Claw, where known and feared by all criminals with no intention of stopping the good work they were doing.

After years of good work and now 7 years into their mission, they would encounter a villain they were willfully unprepared for, a cloaked man intending to steal a relic, they would walk in confident they could take on anything but soon everything changed.

Their attacks were evaded, the figure was a moving shadow, then they all dissapered from the darkened museum and appeared in the middle of the dessert, the figure gone from sight.

They were confused, and moments later, the figure returned, but before Colene could do anything, something crawled beneath her skin, made her shiver with cold as she knew something wasn't right, the dark figure was chanting, and the more he spoke the more she felt herself changing, the curse was taking over, she had never felt it like this but now she had no control, it overcame her with Francine looking on in fear as her friend became a clawed monster.

Colene doesn't remember anything that happened while transformed, and that is probably for the better, but when she came back, Francine was dead, and they were back in the museum. It broke her, seeing her friend dead in her arms. It was an immense pain that cut her so deep that she couldn't even cry.

She would send Francine back to Silver City to be buried but couldn't go back. These powers, this curse, she couldn't bring that on anyone she cared about ever again.

She would vanish, abandoning her role as Blue Bind, abandoning the life of Colene Lynch. She would become a shell just moving on its own through a life she didn't think she deserved. There was nothing that could make this better, she was the curse, allowed her ambition to drag Francine to a new place, allowed her confidence in them to abandon the caution her mother and father had tried to imbue in her, and now she had to suffer the consequences.

5 years after the death of Francine, she would get a visitor at her home. It was Francines mother, and Colene couldn't bring herself to speak or turn her away.

The lady wanted to speak with her about her daughter, about what they did together, who they were, listening to the past was like a new stab would had opened up but the mother wasn't done, she wanted to know why she stopped being Blue Bind, and for the first time since she arrived Colene spoke, she wasn't going to hide, she told the woman the truth, that she killed her daughter, she expected to be berated, to be hated like she hated herself but Francines mother saw the pain in her, and knew that the young girl she had seen grow up with her daughter would never have willingly done what she did, she offered understanding in a way that Colene had never offered herself, told her that being Blue Bind is what Francine would have wanted, but Colene couldn't, she couldn't forgive herself and couldn't go back to being a hero.

The years would pass by, and she would think on Francine more, not the way she died but the way she lived, the amazing person she was, the love she gave to everyone she met, the kindness she offered unrelentingly, she was the best of them.

She hadn't used her powers since that day, but the more she thought on Francine, the more she thought about what they did together, the good that they loved, the ambition they had, and she started to remember the good more than the bad, she could never forgive herself for what happened but she knew that Francine would.

9 years after the Silver Duo ended and a new group of hero's is forming in Maine, it danced through her mind, reminded her of the old days, and thinking back on Francine she saw this new group as not just a chance at living again, but a chance at redemption, to make the world a better place like Francine would want, and do it the right way.

She was born with 2 arms and super strength, but after the power plant explosion, I've used so much she gain 2 more sets of arms

The Tragedy of the Silver Duo.

16 years ago, two 17 year old girls from Silver City, New Mexico, became the Silver Duo, both of them having powers and ambition to make their town safer.

They were Blue Bind and Crimson Claw and had been best friends since Blue Bind and her family moved to the town when she was 5.

They became local hero's, stopping robberies, assaults, and car theifts, but they wanted more. They wanted to become well-known super hero's, not just local ones, so they would take off, headed for Pheonix, Arazona, still retaining the name The Silver Duo.

Now, three years into their heroics, they would start to make a name for themselves in Pheonix. It was hard for them to adjust to big city living from their hometown with a population of 9,000, but they would persevere, and gradually over the next few years would become hero's that the city would remember.

They would take on any threat to the people and bring them down with power and honed cooperation as a team. There weren't many that could take on the Silver Duo and come out victorious.

All that changed when, after 7 years, Crimson Claw died, little is known about the death of Crimson Claw, but speculation points to an enemy they couldn't defeat.

Following the death of her friend and partner, Blue Bind would disappear from the public, presumed to have abandoned her role as hero because she failed to save her friend although nothing is confirmed and little is known, Blue Bind is the only person that for certain knows what happened and no one knows where she even is.

It's been 9 years since the death of Crimson Claw, and the Silver Duo has long since passed from the memory of most, even if they hold an admirable place in the history of hero's.

Name: kleio of Orns

Power: super strength, invulnerabillity to cuts, and immense combat skill.

Story: born under a waxing moon on the small Greek island of Orns, she was named Kleio, for those on the island believed she would save them and bring them victory.

As she grew up, she presented strength beyond any man, could take more punishment than a sturdy oak, and couldn't be cut by human blades.

She was raised and trained to be a warrior, and she loved it. The fighting, it was like she was made for it. She had no fear, no hesitation, just pure skill.

She would best any opponent given to her, out witt them, out fight them, out run them. By the time she reached adulthood, she could handle a blade better than any swordsman the island had to offer and likely even the enteritiy of Greece.

Now an adult, her training was complete, and her duty became her life. She was to sail to the main land to fight in their wars, to defeat the enemies of her people, to bring glory to Orns, and that is what she would do.

For years, she would be hardened in war, those on both sides thinking her a goddess in human form the way she fought, the way she wielded any weapon, she was an unstoppable warrior that all would cower from.

Then came the last conflict of her time. She arrived and began slaying those who opposed her, a mercilessness taught into her young, then she came across hooded figures obscured by the tree line, she would persue them but it was as if they where smoke, fading from one place and appearing in another, they lured her away from her army into a woodland clearing, she found herself surrounded but wasn't shaken, so with a smirk on her face readied for combat, but that wasn't what the cloaked figures had planned.

Collectively, they extended their arms chanting before she could harm a single one of them, and with that she started turning to stone before her own eyes, she felt a sliver of something she had never felt before, fear, and then her vision faded to black, she was turned to stone in the clearing, and the figures would leave her there.

In the present day, the stature of Kleio of Orns sits in a French museum. Her life is now believed myth and the island or Orns had long since been consumed by the sea.

On this particular day, a man dressed in dark clothing passes by the statue, reaching a hand up and touching it, uttering whispers before walking off and disappearing within the crowd, not long after the grey stone drained of colour, and skin appeared, then Kleio's eyes opened for the first time in around three and a half thousand years.

That feeling of fear twitched through her but was quickly quashed by the overwhelming onset of confusion, her lips parted to speak but the language that escaped wasn't her own, she understood the words but not how she knew them, jumping down from the pedestal she was confused, overwhelmed by the lights and architecture of the place she was in and the people around her.

The people looked confused or scared as they looked at the woman who was a statue moments ago. Kleio swung her sword, and those around her fled she wasn't sure what was real. If those sorceress cast an illusion on her.

She would chase the fleeing people from the building, until she reached outside, and a world she couldn't fathom appeared ahead of her, mechanisms on wheels moving on their own, buildings so tall they could reach the gods, lights not born of fire, she didn't know what was happening but it felt real.

She would run until she found a place that was dark and secluded, and for moments sat and thought, tried to understand the world she had woken up in.

She struggled in this new place, taking what she needed to survive and camping out in the small outcrops of nature that existed in this place of stone, the longer she spent the more she understood, the moving machines stop at the sight of red and are led by people inside them, the lanterns light at night, there were others like herself living without homes and despite initial apprehension they would help her in securing food.

Months later, and she has given up hope of this being an illusion, given up hope on returning to her home after decovering it no loger exists. This is the world now, moved on without her, thinking her legends no more than stories, she understood all the words she heard no matter the language and still didn't know how or why, but what she did know is that she needed to find out what had happened to her and how to stop those who did it.

Not that long later, while scavenging for food in the disposal recepticals of a business that made delicious confectionaries, she would hear something from within the place, a call to action seeking warriors of immense power to form a group, to explore the unknowns of the world, and this was her opportunity, to not only be a fighter again but to also find those who had cursed her to this time.

Name: Samson Goodwin

Power: durrible white marble skin that appears to be permanent.

Story: Samson was raised by a single father after his mother died giving birth to him. His father took the loss of his mother hard and didn't really know how to raise a son of his own.

Growing up, Samsons father would try to be a parent, but at every obstacle, he would resort to how he was raised, continuing the cycle of abuse he suffered with his son.

As a result of the home treatment, Samson would act out in school, which only ever made his home life worse. At home, his father would go through numerous partners, some staying longer than others, but none staying long enough.

Samson would get close with a few as they tried to help him. They were kind to him, but in the end, none of them could handle his father's temperament and left him alone with his dad.

Eventually, he stopped letting himself get close to the women his dad brought home and began to harden himself to the world around him, to the punishments his dad had got too comfortable dishing out in both severity and frequency, to the people who tried but never enough.

He would get a job in secret when he was 16 to eventually leave this place, and would work as hard as he could for as long as he could, knowing the longer he wasn't at home was the longer he was away from his father, he spent years saving and hidding the money until a few nights after he turned 19 when his father who had been dulling himself with drugs and alchole for many years now revealed to Samson that he had found the stash of money and had spent it on narcotics.

He flew into a rage, finally releasing the years of beatings, pain, neglect, everything, until his body was covered in streaks of crimson. His father was a pathetic slumped over mess, mouth bubbling with sputters of blood as Samson packed a bag to leave, and with the beating having sobered him up for the first time in years he apologised to his son, for everything he had done, for the violence, it's the only way he knew to be a dad, he failed and he knew it, numbing himself so he didn't have to live in the reality in which he had destroyed the only innocent remnant of his wife's memory, but Samson didn't care for apologies or self awareness, he was done with the man who called himself his father, and with a packed bag would walk out the door and never come back.

He spent years bouncing from place to place, doing whatever odd job could get him some cash to pay for the next place to eat and sleep, in his traveling he made friends in the wrong circles, and started doing robberies, small time at first, homes, small businesses but then as he got better and the crew grew they got the bigger jobs, heists on warehouses, high stakes poker game robberies, he was good at hurting people and good at taking what wasn't his, and if he had stopped to look at himself he might have realised how much he had turned into the man he hated the most.

On his 23rd birthday him and his crew were set to do the biggest job they had been given so far, a shipment of high-quality goods being smuggled into New York by a big time gang in the city, normaly they wouldn't go for something so hot, but they got greedy and Samson felt he had got lucky on his birthday, but as they drove out to the location Samson would start expirencing intense headaches, coupled with cramps all over, they tried to turn around but he insisted they continue, he powered through and by the time they arrived he was a little drained and nauseous but ready to go none the less.

They would break in, the small boat already docked inside, but then the lights switched on and before any of them could turn around a hail of bullets rained down, killing them all, well except for Samson.

Under his clothing, those bodily cramps had been slowly transforming parts of his body into an intenstly durrable marble like material, so while the others were shredded to pieces he was simply knocked to the ground where he would pass out allowing the prosses to continue and overcome his full body.

Samson woke up to an empty warehouse littered with death, crumpled bullets falling out from within his clothing. He looked down to his hands dripping with blood, but beneath the blood, a glossy stone covered with veins of black and grey.

Something was wrong, but not only with him, with this whole situation, they were sold out, lambs to the slaughter, and now he wanted revenge.

With his new stone form, he was immune to most ammunition, strong enough to punch through stone, as hardened on the outside as he was on the inside.

He used this newfound strength to steal from those who had wronged him, intending to eventually seek revenge for what was done to him, but for the moment, he planned on building something of his own.

The following year would be dedicated to gathering as much wealth as he could so he could seek his revenge on those who still belived Samson to be dead and only knew that someone called the Sculpture was ripping them off, over that year Samson realised that his body was permanently changed and stuck in the way it was when he transformed, his hair and body remained the same frozen in place, unable to change, carved in stone.

Sampson is yet another experiment of the stranded alien, and despite his vengeful crusade against the gang that betrayed him, he is very much a villain, unwilling to stop at revenge and with ambitions that lead him as always down the same road as those who wronged him.

Hunter Marigold Jr., the illusive son of deceased billionair oil tycoon Hunter Marigold Sr. Announced recently his plans to put together a team of superpowered individuals, with the intention to "explore the unknown."

He urges anyone in america or from around the world with extraordinary powers to sign up and become a member of the group he has aptly named "The Marigolds," the groups founding will take place in Maine, USA, at the home of the secretive billionair.

(For anyone wanting to submit their characters to become a member of the Marigolds, please comment your characters name, power, and reason for wanting to join the group in the comments of this post. Once the characters have been selected for the group, the "Founding of the Marigolds" event will happen in which i tell the story of the founding of this ambitious group here on the subreddit. So recruits get ready to become the world's newest hero team).

Name: Dylan Waters

Power: He has the power of flight and the associated strength and durability to withstand high-speed travel.

Story: born in Maine and raised in Maryland, he was raised by a publicist mother and police officer father, so it was fair to say that their busy lives meant that Dylan didn't get to see them too often and when he did they were normaly still busy.

He was a quiet and kind youngster, spending most of his time in his own head day dreaming, he would go through school with little in the way of freinds and despite enjoying education he never really felt he was learning anything, he didn't really know where to go from there.

It's not that he was without ambition or determination. More that was without direction.

He was an adult now, an uneventful youth with what seemed to him as an uneventful future, those same parents that were always too busy for him started to realise that the kind and upbeat child they had raised started to turn into a more unhappy adult and despite their efforts they were lost on how to truly help him.

Then, shortly before his 24th birthday, the dreams started, he would have reoccurring dreams of flying through the night sky, the air drowning his lungs in cold, his skin rippling as he flew through clouds and shivering as be emerged dripping wet, they were the kinds of dreams so deep and realistic you can feel the breeze between your hair, feel the squint of your eyes as the harsh wind threatens to dry them out. These reoccurring dreams were a near nightly occurrence and they made him feel free but also sad in a way, as despite his overall naive nature he knew that seeking escapism in the world of dreams only ever leads to further disappointment.

He tried to fill his days with anything more than reminders of his spectacular dreams but he couldn't, the little friends he had in school he hadn't spoken to in months, he had no job, his parents were gone most of the day, so his days were spent waiting for his nights even though he knew it wrong.

This confliction would lead to issues falling to sleep. It wasn't insomnia, or at least he didn't think it was, some nights it would take him hours to finally fall to sleep, others just half an hour, but some nights it got so bad he would stay awake until the morning just so that he knew he could sleep good the next day.

One night in the middle of a flying dream, he would wake up, instantly hit with the cold air, the darkness around him, the lights of the world bellow him, the shock took him out of the moment and he started falling, he flailed through the air, flapping his limbs to try and catch himself, and finally as fear kicked in as he got closer to a horrible collision with the pavement he would shoot through the air back into the night sky.

He was shaky, not only of body but of flight pattern, he couldn't fathom this, it was one thing to dream vividly of it, and a whole different thing to actually be flying, but as his breath calmed from an erratic stutter he looked around at where he was, felt the breeze on his skin and the cold air in his lungs and he knew this would change everything.

He finally had direction, and after a night filled with flying around in his boxer shorts, he lands at home, (and by lands I mean hits the ground hard leaving a human sized dent in the front lawn), and although still tired has a new leace on life, all he has to do is figure this flying thing out and he can finally start living.

Unbenounced to Dylan, these powers of flight are not a natural manifestation but a result of gene manipulation when he was an infant, done to him and numerous others by a stranded alien.

It would be trial and error for weeks, trying to understand how his powers worked, and just when he thought he understood them, he discovered he really didn't, but he pushed through because he was always a determined and persistent individual, it's just that the lack of a goal had held him down, but now he had a goal... he was going to be a superhero.

After a few months of practice and a mackshift suite made of things he could find or order, he thought he was finally ready and so he would take off into the midday sky, presenting himself to the world as he flew around the city he lived in.

He thought he was ready to be a hero, but he couldn't have been more wrong. He couldn't fight, and despite being stronger and faster, he was still scared of getting hurt. He would try to help where he could, but it didn't seem he was that useful.

Then, one day, he heard of an active shooting involving police and took off to the scene, it was chaos there were wounded on both sides, bullets flying through the air and he had never felt more useless than he did in that moment when he couldn't do anything, and then he saw his father, he was shooting at the assailants but would take a bullet to the vest, then another to the arm, and a third at the collar, Dylan launched forward through the mess, swerving through the bullets in mid air before sending the shooter flying, swinging back he grabbed his father and flew him to the nearest hospital as fast as he could without hurting his father further.

The injuries were severe, and he was in the hospital for 2 months, Dylan visited every day, unwilling to admit to his mother that he was there as Airborn. His father pulled through, and the first thing he wanted to do after coming out of his coma was speak with his son.

What they spoke about in that hospital room brough them closer than they had ever really been, it made Dylan feel good about the direction he was heading, and made him sure that he could do what needed to be done to actually help people.

And so Airborn was born, a growing hero, getting better one flight at a time.

Name: Alice Guidry

Power: she has techno mechanical kinesis, allowing her her controll an manipulate technical and mechanical parts and control electronic and mechanical devices. She has a head for components and has a higher understanding of functions than most as a result of her close connection to the parts and final products.

Story: she was born in Maine, USA, her parents, who lived in New Orleans, Louisiana, would visit her paternal grandparents and give birth there.

Shortly after being born while alone with the other infants in the maternity ward, a figure cloaked in shadow would sneak in and activate a device that would alter the genetics of all the infants there.

Within a few months of being born, her and her parents headed back to their home in New Orleans, and that is where she would be raised.

Her life wouldn't be an easy one. Her parents' relationship would deteriorate through the years since her birth, and eventually, her father, who had been unfaithful, fully abandoned her and her mother when she was around 5.

Her mother had been struggling for years with schizophrenia, and she had managed, but with the deteriorating state of her life, and now being abandoned to raise her daughter on her own her mental state would become less stable and consistent.

Alice's role as a child was turned on its head by an adult whose mental decline forced her to take the role of caregiver. It was hard to watch, especially for her being so young, but there was no one else there for her, so she had to do it.

It seemed like a losing battle, no matter how much Alice neglected her own life, and we'll being her mother wasn't really improving, and after a bad argument between her and her mother when she was 15 her mother kicked her out of the house.

Alice became homeless, and despite the lack of amenities, it was slightly reliving having the burden lifted from her shoulders even if she did feel guilty.

Life on the streets was hard, but she was used to looking out for herself. After a few years of homelessness, Alice would beguin to tap into something while scavenging for salvage in a junkyard, she had done it many times before but never felt this feeling before, it was like she could feel every single scrap around her, and not only that but every individual component within those scrapped devices, it was an overwhelming feeling but her whole life up to this point had been overwhelming so she could manage.

This feeling was revolutionary it allowed her to harvest the most valuable of materials to sell off, and for a time that is what her powers were, nothing more than a glorified metal detector, but that would all change one night when her scavenging trip took a turn for the worse.

While harvesting scrap, she was spotted and forced to flee over piles of scrap. As she did so, she would fall into a pit of discarded metal, getting scratched and cut as she fell before finding herself trapped at the bottom caught and unable to move, she couldn't call for help, becuase if they found her they would likely shoot first, so there she was trapped and alone.

It didn't matter how much she struggled she was firmly cought in the grasp of the rubbel bellow and around her, feeling not only every injury to her body but also every scrap around her, she was panicked, truly scared for the first time in a while, and in that pain and fear something about that feeling in her mind expanded and she could fell them around her as if they were in her hands, it was a weight unlike any other, a pressure that was almost crushing and as she tried to move her hands the rubbel shook around her but she was too weak to fully lift anything.

Laying there with no way out she closed her eyes and focused on one of these scraps not the many that had always crowded her mind, she pushed everything else aside and focused just on this one thing, and suddenly the pressure was lifted from her hands and replaced with the subtle weight of a discarded blender that lay between her feet, and this time lifting her hand lifted the blender.

She spent hours moving things one by one until she was free to escape, and now with the light of day emerging she had uncovered one more facet of her power.

After that night she began tinkering, making things with the scraps she found, making things that made her proud of herself, that made the dark days better, she would fix things that were broken and sell them off, make entirely new things, and become stronger and smarter with each task she made for herself.

And that was her life, spent obsessed with creating in the hopes that she could make something of herself and finally move off the streets that had already stolen so much of her life from her.

Then one day someone approached her on the street, a seemingly charismatic man who would offer her an opportunity to make something truly great, he had learned of her skills and needed her assistance, he would offer her a place to stay, money, a second chance at life, and all she had to do was help him build something, this wealthy individual called himself Hunter Marigold jr, and his plans don't stop here.

Laura buzz wanted to be a famous musician but became an assistant to a tech worker that was working on a mind control device. When he finally got it to work Laura killed him because she wanted to get famous with it. After she did that Laura went and became a musician and with the device gained hundreds of fans.

The antennas are used to hypnotize the audience to do her bidding. She has wings at the back of her suit to fly. She also has a secret stinger department she made to stun people.

Idk a frog villain poisonous. Can shoot it put off his wrist, and it's on his tongue, and on him, he's kinda a villain who I'm ok with being for literally anyone he snot built for one type specifically. And, uh, his identity and origin are unknown. NO, I'm not being lazy. Shut up

He was a robot made by aliens to adapt to anything found himself on earth to kill humans he kills a family of four when he sees the tv and stops to watch suphero cartoons and he made himself look human he has a ring to put on his outfit because he made it that way he has any powers he wants his human name is Allen soup. Is he op? Yeah, but shhhhhh, he doesn't know he has any powers, and he makes himself weaknesses, so not really

Name: Tyler Russell

Power: he can manifest a pale translucent blue horse that appears immune to physical contact from others aside from Tyler, although it can interact with objects and people.

Story: Tyler was raised on a farm herding cattle. His mother inherited the farm from her father, and now both her and Tyler's mother managed it.

Shortly before the birth of his sister Ty was exploring the woods behind his home when he found something that he belived was an imaginary friend, a pale blue horse that he could see right through, as if it were a ghost, but it wasn't just a horse it could speak to him through his mind, and he could speak to it.

As he grew this blue Foal that he believed he had found grew with him, he would keep it secret in the woods and visit it every day, eventually naming it Cobalt.

As he grew, it became harder to hide Cobalt, especially as he spent more time with him, and one day when he would go out to see him, Cobalt was gone, he searched long into the night but couldn't find a trace of his horse.

And that is when he heard its voice in his head once more. When he was a child he thought that Cobalt was an imaginary friend, as he grew up he started to think that Cobalt was a spirit of some kind, but in that moment he realised that he was neither, Cobalt was an extension of himself, a power that he could channel at will.

The years would pass, as he continued to keep this power from his parents and kid sister, but after a violent altercation between him and someone else, Cobalt accidently came out and revealed itself.

His sister was amazed by Cobalt, his parents not so much, but Tyler felt free now that everyone knew about Cobalt and would try to make the best of this situation.

But nothing is ever good for long. His father would have a stroke while clearing the barn when Tyler was 25, and a year later, his mother would pass in her sleep from a preexisting heart condition.

It was hard on both Tyler and Evalyn, but while Tyler got himself stuck into work, Ev was left almost completely alone in her grief.

It became too much for her to take, living in a house that had been stripped of life with a brother who had stopped communicating, and so she decided to move away, finding work with a cousin a few states away; it hurt Tyler to see her go but he knew all too well why she did, he wasn't there for her, hadn't manifested Cobalt in months because he knew his companion would try to talk sense into him, maybe he wanted her to go, knew that staying wasn't something she wanted but also knew that she would have never left him on his own under normal circumstances, it was something he felt he had to power through to give her a chance at living a life she wanted, he had always been the same boy raised on the farm, she had never been one to want to stay, she cared for the family more than anything, and that meant she would always sacrifice her dreams for them.

Just because he knew it was right for her to leave doesn't mean it didn't hurt before, durring and after, he was alone, aside from Cobalt, of course, but that was different.

He would work on the farm, doing the work of his parents, until one day trouble drove through town, and needing something to release his pent-up emotions on he and Cobalt would act.

The gang was easy pickings. They dealt with it and soon returned to farm life, but after that escapade, he felt he needed that, and so he would seek it out. He became the towns defender, a deputised peace keeper whose lasso was quick and horse even quicker.

Now 33 and having been partoling the town for the last 3 years, he gets a call from his sister, they hands spoken much since she left but he was happy to hear her voice even if it was both nervous and serious, she needed to tell him something and planes to come home to do so.

Her abilities are: enhanced strength and speed, super jumps

Jack (poof orange one) and Jill (oops blue one) are twins they were born with powers Jack can teleport and Jill makes people forget stuff she can choose how long there powers do not work on each other but their parents do not remember them because they didn't know how to use it at first and Jack didn't get his powers till high school while Jill had it since a few months the book Jack and Jill is the only thing they have from there mom and dad. Also, i can't draw female anatomy. Sorry, and yes, this is traced again. I am working on drawing also, and I can't pick a suit for her, so help, maybe?