"Si jamais je quitte ce monde vivant"
Onze jours d'Ago...
L'infâme D'ren Connor McDonnell scintille dans la visibilité sur un tabouret de bar à côté de son ex-petite amie, une blonde aux pouvoirs télékinétiques. Il a pris le verre de whisky qu'elle a glissé. Kassandra Stirling ne l'a même pas regardé, mais il ne lui a jamais enlevé les yeux pendant qu'il sirotait la boisson.
"Je vis dans des grottes et des égouts depuis des mois," l'Irlandais s'est ridiculisé, "et quand je sors à l'air libre, tu ne peux même pas me regarder?" Il a posé le demi-verre vide, un look qui ressemblait à un mélange de ressentiment et de luxure.
Kassandra s'est tournée vers lui et a dit stoïquement, "Je ne vous dois rien, Daren. Qu'est-ce que tu veux? Pourquoi es-tu ici?" Son ton était Oklahoman.
Le ressentiment repoussa la convoitise et se pencha vers l'avant, se penchant la tête sur le côté. "Je ne t'ai pas demandé de chier. Je suis juste venu vous avertir que les Skats arrivent..."
Au début, Kassandra n'était pas sûre de ce qu'il voulait dire, mais comme elle savait qu'elle attribuait souvent des insultes à des gens et à des choses qu'il n'aimait pas particulièrement, il n'a pas fallu longtemps pour qu'elle réalise qu'il voulait dire Skits. Elle s'est rapidement levée, son siège a failli s'écraser.
"Quand?" Elle a demandé avec crainte, levant légèrement ses mains dans une position défensive alors qu'elle regardait nerveusement sur son épaule à l'entrée.
"Oh, ne t'inquiète pas," dit l'Inconnu alors qu'il se levait, tirant l'un de ses doubles fusils Colt.45. "Je ne les laisserai pas t'emmener."
Ce n'était pas qu'elle ne pouvait pas l'empêcher de lui tirer dessus trois fois dans la poitrine; c'était simplement qu'elle ne pensait pas vraiment qu'il le ferait. Après tout, il pourrait facilement la rendre invisible...
Kassandra s'est effondrée sur le sol en bois scuffé, et le barman et quelques patrons dans le bar boulonnés pour la sortie. Laissé seul dans le bar, D'ren a mis son pistolet sur le comptoir et est retourné à son verre. Kassandra brouillait et s'étouffait sur son propre sang, atteignant pathétiquement son ancien amant alors que les larmes roulaient sur son visage douloureux. Il la regarda et soupira, entendant les Skits venir à la porte. On a placé l'arme derrière le comptoir.
"Désolé d'amour," dit-il alors qu'il se levait une fois de plus, cette fois-ci, sans cérémonie, marchant sur elle alors qu'elle prenait ses derniers souffles, "mais vous n'êtes plus ma fille."
À l'occasion de se promener jusqu'au porte-manteau près de la porte d'entrée, D'ren a attrapé son poussoir en cuir noir et l'a mis dessus. Il avait confisqué le manteau d'un officier britannique mort, un qu'il avait tué personnellement. Le poussoir est venu juste au-delà de ses genoux, et avait l'air robuste du combat et du temps. D'ren est passé à l'arrière du bar et a allumé de la musique avant qu'il ne dessine à la fois son autre bras et un couteau de combat K-bar. Puis il a juste attendu qu'ils viennent...
Présent
Contrairement à la plupart des prisonniers, D'ren était tout à fait d'accord d'être laissé isolé pendant plusieurs jours. En fait, il espérait être laissé dans la cellule beaucoup plus longtemps; contemplation, réflexion, et simplement profiter de ses fantasmes était beaucoup plus intéressant que n'importe quoi dans ce monde, pré- ou post-apocalypse.
Alors, quand Portal s'est téléporté et a commencé à parler à tout le monde, il a gémissé et s'est assis sur le sol à l'arrière de sa cage. Habillé dans des chiffons pratiquement de prison, D'ren a penché ses cheveux foncés déshabillés contre le mur derrière lui et a appuyé ses bras sur ses genoux levés.
Quand Portal est arrivé pour la dernière fois dans sa cellule, D'n'était qu'illuminé par son meurtre. "Je ne touche pas les gens... sauf si je les fais." Il a souri. "Et par "faire", je veux dire tuer"...habituellement. Je suis sûr qu'on peut faire une exception pour toi, des trucs chauds."
Il regarda à droite et à gauche par conspiration avant de murmurer : « Vous savez que la moitié d'entre nous sont des super-villains? »
Take the universe and grind it down to the finest powder and sieve it through the finest sieve and then show me one atom of justice, one molecule of mercy.And yet people act as if there is some ideal order in the world, some Rightness in the universe, by which it may be judged
Name : Elis Saal
Alias : Ignis
Age : 31
Gender : Female
Allegiance : Hero 
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Elis has two resoundingly different appearances, one for when she is out and about in her normal guise, and one when she is patrolling the city as a Hero! Of sorts, at least. More like, a person that generally stops people being dicks with other people, more than a hero.
When normally active, Elis has short black hair, and wears a subtle, unintrusive latex suit, covering her from neck to toe, and with only her head exposed, under whatever clothes she decides to wear for the day, so it is only generally her hands and occasionally her neck that is obviously latexed. She wears a pair of glasses, totally fake but for the show. Through these, her blue eyes can be seen, and her face has a soft, perfect look to it, as if she spends several hours a day in front of a mirror applying moisturizer and makeup for the perfect complexion. She has ample breasts, and a lithe frame, something that would make her generally attractive for a few people, until they found the reason for why she wore the suit, at least, the reason she claimed.
In her hero form, Elis changes so much she is barely recognisable. Ditching the latex for a deep red halterneck corset, a very short pair of pants, and some incredibly vibrant pair of red ballet heels, she shows off a great deal of her flawless skin, and flants a firey pattern on everything she wears. This, along with her name, clues everyone in to her powers immediately, and so they can work to counter her, and take advantage of the fact that she is so obviously putting her powerset on show. Another large change is the colour of her hair and eyes, taking a very sharp nose-dive to a pure white, and removing the need for any sort of mask. Her hair also stands on end, spiky as if gelled into a mohawk. She wears a flashy pair of gauntlets that look very high-tech and are clearly the source of her power.
Power Set: Bio-Electrokinesis: Ignis naturally generates a much higher Electromagnetic Field than most humans, and can use this to her advantage, making the super powers from her own body. Ignis' main power is, despite the fire natured name and motiff, electrokinesis. She can only control the electricity that she produces herself, but she can use this to her advantage, throwing lightning bolts around, and uterlizing it to have an electromagnetic powerset. Originally used so she could actually wear the hellish Ballet Boots without tripping, she has since become accustomed to them, and now can uterlize it for lifting metal objects, and launching them and hypersonic velocity. This bio-electricity renders her immune to practically everything electrical based, as she simply absorbs the energy. It also allows her to gain a degree of super reflexes and strength by charging her nervous system and muscular system, but this negates her manifestation while she is using it, and her powers can only sustain overcharging one system at a time. The same is said about her healing powers, which negate the rest of her powers while being active. She can also charge her electromagnetic powers into a compressed ball and then release a pulse to fry everything remotely electronic in the surrounding area.
Background story: Ignis, born Eliane Saal - but much preferring Elis - was not one who looked to the horizon for anything. Life, was just life. She had a distinct inability to work, socially, so had few friends, and didn't get along with her parents because she didn't really know how to get along with them, and they simply brushed her off as being weird when she was nine, so she decided that humans were not worth the effort. But, what she did have, was an abundance of drive and talent in online forums, spinning out many different guises to fill the days, weeks and months of apathy between school.
However, one day, she blew up her room's light-bulb by touching the switch. It made her jump, but she passed it off as a dicky fuse, a theory that was then proven false when she blew up her computer as well by touching that. Through secret trial and error, hidden at the bottom of her room away from anything electrical and with several metal objects, she found her that her everything were electrical. And, that she couldn't be shocked either - which she discovered by sticking her tongue on a piece of metal she was touching - which led to an awkward question. How the hell was she going to tell her parents that she had suddenly become some sort of, lightning girl? And if she couldn't turn it off, how was she going to do anything in this world of increasing electrical reliance. In five minutes she had a whole list of things that would be destroyed by her touching them, and with her growing interest and skill with all manner of electronic engineering, this was going to suck, a lot. So, instead, she ran to the bathroom and pulled on the rubber gloves used for cleaning. That sorted her hands, but there was the rest of her that was a problem, so she stole out of the house, and went to a certain, shop, she knew. There she bought herself a catsuit in a skin-colour, and spent the next hour fighting to get it on before finally succeeding and returning home. Her parents didn't really care, she was always weird, and her school didn't care either.
So, over the next few years, she went everywhere in it, but also avoided people to reduce the risk of accidents, while working on a book in her spare time over a new computer she got. It was quite ironic, being about a girl who had suddenly gained powers she had no idea what to do with, but she changed details up enough that nobody knew it was her she was referring to. However, just before she managed to get it published, Bad Things happened, and she had to leave her town for somewhere else. Somewhere far away from her town. So, she ran to the city
of Daria. Having some terrible luck, she managed to get herself in a situation where she was about to be mugged, only to be saved by some caped crusader. Without really thinking, she spilled the beans on the whole electrical powers thing, and luckily, the man was kind enough to help her out with getting in under control. Something that she desperately needed because she was becoming a true wiz in her engineering hobby, and wearing latex all the time was kind of awkward to work with.
While, through extensive testing and training, it became clear her touch-to-shock would never go away, she did manage to throw a few lightning bolts, which was always cool. Drunk on the power of lightning, she created her own costume and took to the streets. But, she was kind of bad at creating costumes, so it looked, less noble hero, more something out of a late night Japanese Hentai. Even so, it was pretty liberating, for her, giving her a new and rather nutty impression of herself, making her much more, socially alive than she ever felt was possible. So she became much more of a Deva than she ever thought was possible, through several iterations of her costume, and even some evolution of her powers. She was a girl who was in love with being a superpowered woman, in love with the freedom, if she didn't really get around to heroing all that often. She more did what she wanted to do and stopped anyone who was being an asshole if she was in the general area.
However, a few years into this liberation, the world suddenly caught a cold, and Heroes dropped like flies. Elis was one of the very few that managed to survive, and she had no idea how she managed that, but it was as if fortune smiled upon her. That didn't last long, as aliens invaded and smashed the crap out of humanity. Unable to fight them down on Earth, with her powers, Elis decided to get herself caught by the hunters, and see what she could do when they took her back to their home. What kind of manipulation she could do to make their power supplies go boom. Sabotage was the best way to win when you couldn't brute-force it, after all.
Nemesis (the alias and username) : Mimic
Nemesis's story : The Sorid tale, of Mimic and Ignis. The beautiful girl dropped down Ignis' town after believing it to be an easy hunting ground, and started picking off gangsters to carve out her own empire. Ignis came around one day with tea and cookies to flirt and offer an alliance, but Mimic turned her down cold. This, turned out to be the worst thing to do, as Ignis became the nightmare of Mimic, always there, foiling every move she tried to make, crushing her plans and smiting her minions, like the first actual bit of heroing she had ever done. The emotional stress was overwhelming, but Ignis' eternal presence, prevented Mimic from removing herself from the equation, and forcing her to simply live in hell.