Episode 2 – Monde fou
Certains membres ont fait des missions, grandes et petites, mais la plupart ont simplement appris à se connaître. Cela n'a été qu'une semaine depuis qu'ils ont été officiellement signés pour devenir membres de l'initiative Justice League et déjà les gens étaient prêts à se déchirer la tête ou à mourir au combat pour certains. Faire partie de l'initiative signifie qu'ils doivent se faire confiance et se connaître, et c'est exactement ce que Cynthia a prévu de faire.
La loi des rues s'appliquait aux lois de la Tour du métro, apprenez à connaître et à être amis avec qui vous partagez un espace. L'alternative est de provoquer l'anarchie et la contrainte, ce qui n'est pas le bienvenu dans aucune rue de groupe ou autre. Peu de gens sont aussi ouverts quand il s'agit de leur identité que Cynthia, à elle il était logique d'être amis de celui qui lui ressemblait, héros qui avait peu dans la manière de protéger leur identité.
Cynthia venait de commencer à faire des progrès avec le jeune Jugement quand la Lanterne verte est venue. Elle était sur le point de lui demander aussi s'il envisageait de modeler.
"Vous deux, venez avec moi... nous devons empêcher un gars de déchirer une ville avec ses propres gens..."
Dire que sa conversation a été écourtée était un euphémisme. Les mots de lanterne verte étaient un cri de bataille après tout même s'il y avait un soupçon d'ennui et d'amertume dans son ton. C'est ce que Cynthia pensait de toute façon. Une partie d'elle voulait demander à l'homme en vert de se remonter le moral, mais elle était occupée avec inquiétude, Midway ville après tout était seulement à quelques dizaines de kilomètres de sa ville natale de Detroit.
Le QG de Robotman dans le centre-ville de Midway City
La jeune héros n'était plus Cynthia quand ses pieds sont entrés en contact avec le sol sous elle, et à sa place était Tsigane, divertissante et bavarde héros de Détroit. Sous son visage souriant que seules ses coéquipières pouvaient voir était une préoccupation croissante pour la ville. Robotman Le QG n'était pas une vue de beauté, il était bien gardé sûr, mais la vie qu'il avait autrefois n'était plus.
Tsigane était occupée dans ses pensées essayant de penser à la meilleure façon de découvrir où ils devraient aller ensuite. Il était difficile de s'identifier à un homme fou qui ferait une telle chose à une ville même si la seule indication jusqu'à présent était les cris faibles. Seuls les vraiment dépravés et fous voudraient qu'une telle chose arrive. On aurait dit qu'elle avait une idée quand l'éclair a frappé sa coéquipière, et qu'il y avait le capitaine qui n'est pas capitaine.
C'est un plaisir de vous rencontrer capitaine pas capitaine, merci de vous joindre à nous.Gypsy a dit avec curtsy et un clin d'oeil au capitaine qui n'est pas un capitaine.
Je suis d'accord avec El Capitan. Le soleil tombera bientôt, et la lune se lèvera, l'obscurité ne sera pas une bonne amie., Tsigane se demandait souvent si ses artefacts lui faisaient parler avec un tel flair, ou si c'est simplement sa personnalité naturelle venant à travers. Nous devrions mieux sortir avec soin et inquiétude, j'ai le sentiment que notre présence a attiré l'attention indésirable.
La belle année d'utilisation de ses pouvoirs l'a amenée à comprendre que lorsque ses sentiments lui disent quelque chose, elle donne souvent de bonnes grâces pour écouter correctement. En l'état actuel des choses, tout ce qu'elle pouvait sentir que juste à l'extérieur du héros mécanique tombé, le QG était en danger. Restez ou bougez,
Le danger sera à l'extérieur.
Name: Cynthia Reynolds
Alias: Gypsy
Age: 27
Personality: Decisive, Valiant, Bubbly, Graceful, Caring
Archetype:Human (Magic Artifact User)

Powers:
Flowing through her are old world Romani magi which she channels through ancient magical artifacts. Through them she possesses an array of abilities.
Illusions – She can cast simple one act illusions such as flames, body doubles, chains, and most importantly the ability to obscure her face from people she wants to hide from. The effects are weak and most experienced magic practitioners, those experienced, or those sufficiently experienced can nullify the effects. The illusion powers are supplementary only, useful for making distractions or to soothe anxious victims.
Invisibility – She can willfully make herself disappear by placing herself in people and objects blind spot. When invisible she is still there physically therefore if anyone touches her the invisibility is immediately cancelled out exposing her. It also doesn’t mask her trail and only her body, as such she her body still leaves scent trails or heat signatures.
Intangibility – She can at will temporarily make her body pass through surfaces. It’s predominantly for passing through walls, floors, and other physical obstacles. Her phasing powers are most helpful in bypassing barriers of all kinds as a means to escape or infiltrate situations. While it is draining she can also extend it to others if they are in close enough proximity and in physical contact.
Invulnerability – It is a passive ability that provides her additional protection. It decreases the effects of extreme environments allowing her to stay clean, and provide protection the way regular armor would.
Intuition – It is a passive ability that provides her increased fortune and perception. She has little to no control of this power, but in application it allows her to dodge bullets, guess passwrods, properly stick a landing, and occasionally stumble upon heroic work.
Weaknesses:
Her powers are directly tied to her artifacts, as such she cannot use her powers without it. The powers that the artifacts provide her are all mutually exclusive to one another, as such they cannot work together limiting her to one ability at a time. Her artifacts are also just channels for her already small depository of weak magical power as such she has to use her powers sparingly.
The illusions must be simple and quick to dissipate, and she must know how the illusion ends and begins otherwise the illusion won’t work.
Her Invisibility can only work for a short period of time, any physical sensation will cancel out her invisibility, and her invisibility doesn’t extend to others or her trail as such she can still be found through unconventional means.
Intangibility is on a time limited duration that only works on obstacles that relate to her ability to infiltrate or escape as such she cannot phase through people, ambushes, and environmental situations.
Invulnerability and Intuition are both passive abilities that she cannot control, their ability is defense based in nature, that works only to the situation and are only useful for protecting herself or getting herself out of certain situations.
Appearance:
Cindy’s Gypsy costume is pretty much just an old performing outfit, a plain white blouse and a long green skirt. Adorning her costume are a set of matching magical artifacts that channels her powers. Her magical artifacts that grants her powers allow her to wear to wear what is essentially civilian clothing without the need for special armor and a mask. Out of costume there's not much that changes. She has long wavy flowing black hair that she keeps tied using a long golden colored ribbon. She has a light brown skin color the same shade as that of mocha coffee, which ironically enough is one of her favorite types of coffee. She has dark blue eyes that look like two deep unending oceans that swallow those who stare at it for too long. When she is a civilian and not working as a hero she adorns herself bohemian and vintage style clothing.
Character Evolution:
Her power set is designed for stealth but the plan is for her to be more offensive or at least have something more suited to help a group. More specifically I want develop her own magical abilities outside of the artifacts specifically something to do with spirits, or grow the effectiveness of her artifacts.
She’s generally nice right now, and a bit of a doormat and people pleaser, but eventually i'd have her become a more serious person. I’d also like the chance to explore a relationship with another character, possibly multiple partner just because I feel like it’s in her nature to live an alternative lifestyle or maybe none an all. I do wanna focus on her finding herself career wise as a hero and possibly take on a more serious role in leadership
BRIEF Bio:
Cynthia was born somewhere, and kind of just appeared in an adoption center in Detroit already ten years old. No one claimed her so the system tried to find her a home, but each home found her odd, bringing misfortune to the home. By the time she was 13 she knew nothing would work. While staying in a particularly abusive home she decided that enough was enough, she left for the streets wearing just the clothes on her back and the kindness in her heart.
She was already in her late teens and had already been raised by the streets the moment she attained hero status among the homeless as that girl who likes to perform for the them, making money and sharing what little she had. Growing up she learned to protect herself, teaching her all the necessary skills that she would use as a hero. She could have died due to hundreds of circumstances, and like many she could have succumbed to the darkness of living in the streets, but she never lost her hope and kindness. Her heroic endeavors and kindness would be noticed by a group of mages in hiding, living in a protected dimension beneath the streets of the city.
The mages took her in and told her of her old world Romani mage ancestry. They informed her that her ancestors were a once proud and heroic group of peacekeeping mages whose history and noble actions was lost and tainted by the sins of man. Hearing of her ancestry she decided to honor her ancestors’ duties and become a hero whose name would honor her ancestors. They gifted her artifacts of her ancestors and with it weapons of power for her to use in the line of duty. Shortly after receiving her gifts she took to the streets with the hero name Gypsy.
By the time Gypsy achieved urban legend hero status she had already taken down an infamous human trafficking ring, and has managed to lose her homelessness status. During the day she would work one odd job to another or get an education that she never properly got. At nights she would don her dress and jewels to become “Gypsy” protector of weak and savior of the helpless. In due time the Justice League offered her membership for three meals a day, a roof over her head, and a chance at honoring her ancestors at a bigger scale.
Notes:
She currently works as a receptionist in a family planning clinic, and volunteers in a food bank when she can.
Sample Post: 

It was another brisk night in Detroit, Cynthia’s official last mission as an independent and lone hero, or at least that’s how she thought of it. Several days ago the young magical hero got offered a chance to join the big leagues, the justice league, the internationally recognized big name heroes that all young wannabe vigilantes knew. The sheer fact that the three of them knew of her made Cynthia giddy. She was shaking with anticipation because this time tomorrow she would be working with the best of the best, but for now she had deal with this mess in front of her. No sense in leaving things half done just because she had other to call on for help she thought.
Tucked away between two brick buildings, a bakery and an antique record store, was an alley way just big enough for a parked car. In this current case this alley was the perfect place for an ambush by two small time crooks. She figured the two were lying in wait for the store clerk from the record store. One of them had a metal bat, and the other a gun directly pointed at the old man.
Cynthia had been in this store several times before, it’s small but it carries rare merchandise. She hasn’t bought anything before though. It was the ideal target, small, fake security camera, and ran by an old man who can’t possibly fight. Cynthia liked the owner, an old Persian guy who immigrated to the city ten years ago. Said old man had his back to the wall was facing the barrel of a gun.
“Hurry up old man. We wanna get out of here.” Bat guy said, tapping the end of the bat on the parked car. He looked like he knew his way around combat Cynthia deduced. He stood well and had some level of confidence, felt older too, more dangerous.
“Yeah you old gyp just give us all your cash and we’ll leave” Gun boy said trying to look intimidating. A kid Cynthia assumed, his voice sounded like it just hit puberty. He sounded too young to really understand what was going on, but old enough to make sure that the safety was off. Cynthia wondered if this was a father and pair, bonding over shared interest.
The old man didn’t understand the two kids. Fear had already set in. Any amount of ESL lessons has already been blocked by immediate fear.
Before anything too bad happened for either parties Gypsy had already started her show. The young hero quickly and invisibly made her way closer to the two avoiding any noise. Once she was in position, behind the car, she deactivated the invisibility and made an illusion. Using her powers, she made an illusory police car. The flashing of the red and blue lights and the sirens was just a big enough distraction that it confused both parties.
In one swift motion she jumped out of her hiding spot and tackled the man with the bat to the ground, take out the more dangerous and experienced target. Once he was on the ground all it took was a strong punch to the face.
“Who the F**k are you b***h?” The boy said, pointing the weapon towards Cynthia as he trembled.
“I’m Gypsy, traveling extraordinaire” Gypsy introduced herself as she began standing up, with one eye watching the old man hoping he would leave and get the hint. “Where there’s people there goes I to save and entertain.”
“Savior of the innocent, protector of peace in the name of my people, and pointer of facts” Gyps she continued with a hint of knowing satisfaction. “Fact one, your safety is on”.
The kid he looked down.
The safety wasn’t actually on, but Cynthia made it look like like it was. It was a good enough opening for her to grab and pull the gun towards the side with her left hand, and pull in the kid with her. Using her right hand, palm facing out, she pushed hard on the kid’s stomach knocking him back. The strength of her left hand's grip on the gun was enough to separate the kid and the weapon. Without waiting a beat she released the gun’s magazine, put it on safety, and tossed it to the side away from the kid or the passed out man. All that’s left was to take care of the kid.
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By the time the police arrived she had already consumed some delicious baklava courtesy of the store owner. She reported to them what had happened, presenting herself as a concerned citizen that just happened to be nearby and without much fanfare they let her go. Within minutes the two petty crooks, the old man, and the policemen would have already forgotten her presence. They would all just remember that there was a woman who just happened to be there at the right place and time, and it was how she wanted it.