Métropolis. Une ville animée, pleine de nourriture grasse chère, des rugrats, des touristes stupides, et tout ce qui est génial dans la grande ville. L'odeur de l'essence et le bruit de disputer les gens remplissent l'air. Malgré tout ça, c'est plutôt paisible. Jusqu'à ce que ce méchant apparaisse. L'homme vaudou. Ses petits minions sont partout, éveillant des ennuis pour vous et tous les citoyens. Tu as une rancune sur le gars toi-même, probablement.
Mais il semble que vous n'êtes pas le seul. Le maire cherche à mettre fin à la charade de l'homme vaudou et a envoyé des lettres pour récupérer des héros, une nouvelle génération de combattants pour protéger la ville.
Après avoir reçu la lettre vous-même, vous vous pointez à la mairie pour n'importe quelles raisons. Vous êtes rencontré à la réception par une réceptionniste d'âge moyen grincheux avec une voix de fumeur croque qui vous donne un formulaire et vous indique au bureau du maire.
Quand vous arrivez là-bas, d'autres vous regardent déjà et vous regardent curieusement au fur et à mesure que vous entrez.
Qui sont les autres idiots?

Maxwell Weiseman
Phaseur
Maxwell était l'un des premiers arrivés, bien que personne ne l'ait remarqué. L'école a lâché tôt aujourd'hui, heureusement. Quelque chose au sujet du système d'égouts qui a été remis en état... mais quand n'était-ce pas quelque chose cassé à cet endroit, vraiment?
Mais qui était Max pour se disputer à propos de partir tôt? Il avait environ, quoi, 15 minutes de paix jusqu'à ce qu'il trouve la lettre dans sa boîte aux lettres? Max n'a certainement pas hésité à courir là-bas aussi vite qu'il le pouvait après avoir vu le nom du méchant— eh bien, téléporté quelques fois vraiment. C'est le même gars qui a délibérément fait de lui encore plus d'une parade parmi ses pairs, sans raison apparente. Max n'allait pas se venger, il voulait simplement l'arrêter avant de blesser quelqu'un d'autre. C'est comme ça qu'il était.
Maxwell était arrivé et s'était assis tranquillement dans une chaise, remplissant soigneusement la pile géante de paperasse avec des informations soignées, ne essayant pas de socialiser avec d'autres héros à venir qui sont venus. Cependant, quelques-uns l'ont pris l'œil. Soit ils étaient bruyants, effrayants, soit tout simplement étranges. Max s'est senti comme s'il avait pu entrer dans la mauvaise pièce plusieurs fois. Cela l'a seulement rendu plus conscient quand il a regardé vers le bas et a vu qu'il était encore dans son uniforme d'école habituel, le faisant paraître encore plus au mauvais endroit par rapport à ces gens fou regarder. Ils ont au moins regardé hors du lycée, si quelque chose...
Mais il n'a rien dit. Juste tranquillement réparé ses lunettes et est retourné à sa paperasse. Après tout, il n'y avait aucun moyen qu'il puisse parler à l'un de ces bizarres, même s'il le voulait.
Violet Riise
Vixen de flamme
Un petit sourcil blanc, sceptique, se cognait à l'entrée de l'hôtel de ville, jugeant l'immeuble abondamment. Pour un hôtel de ville, c'était vraiment maladroit. Pas étonnant qu'elle ait préféré les ruelles, au moins les néons avaient plus de vie que cet endroit terne!
Violet a pris un autre regard ennuyé sur la lettre, déjà fracassé dans une balle dans sa main. Elle a ensuite jeté un coup d'œil à tous les professionnels en costumes et talons entrant dans l'hôtel de ville. Ses yeux sont tombés sur sa propre tenue, qui était vraiment à court d'un haut de bikini et d'une jupe en latex avec une paire de baskets. Elle a mis une veste dessus, donc elle n'était pas complètement nue...
"Ils voulaient de moi pour mon pouvoir, pas pour le manque de matériel sur mon corps. Je suis sûr que le maire ne se plaindra pas." Violet huffed, griffant l'arrière de sa tête avec ennui. Finissons-en pour que je puisse frapper le visage de ce vaudou.
La jeune fille aux cheveux blancs est entrée dans l'endroit, ses mains clouées pointues maintenant dans ses poches de veste, elle se cassait la gomme curieusement alors qu'elle regardait paresseusement. Violet s'est approchée de la réceptionniste, notant sa peau et ses dents terribles et l'arôme d'au moins trois paquets de cigarettes, avant de prendre le paquet lourd d'elle et de se diriger vers le bureau du maire.
"Aaand dans la poubelle..."
Après avoir jeté le paquet de papiers qu'elle était censée remplir, Violet a poussé la porte en chêne du bureau du maire et est entré rapidement, seulement pour être rencontrée avec des paires d'yeux qui la regardaient dans l'attente. Ah, oui? Oh, la note disait "héros"... pluriel. Il aurait probablement dû lire la chose au lieu de l'écumer. Oh, et bien.
"Bonjour mon pote, je veux dire mutants. Quelqu'un a vu M. Maire?" Très négligente, Violet sauta sur le bureau du maire alors qu'elle le demandait et traversa les jambes, assise confortablement où elle se trouvait et ne se souciant pas d'interagir vraiment avec quelqu'un d'autre que cela.
 (Je m'excuse si quelqu'un m'a manqué.)
Real Name: Violet Riise
Nickname(s): Vivi, Leader, Psycho, Flamehead
Hero Name: Flame Vixen
Hero or Villain?: Hero
Gender: female
Age: 21
Appearance: Standing at 5'4", Violet is short to match her short temper. Even though she has a very pretty heart shaped face with large magenta cat-like eyes, a small nose, thin brows and light pink-beige small lips, it can easily become terrifying when those big eyes light up in full-fledged fire. Violet is pale and is a fairly average weight, but can become very aggressive if you mention her round rump or thick thighs. She has long, wavy white hair that is dyed, her natural hair color being brown. She often wears skimpy clothes with a white flame on them, considering it her symbol.
Sexuality: straight
Weapon(s): Two switchblades strapped to her thighs and a shotgun.
Main Power: Pyrokinesis. Can manipulate fire and create it out of thin air using only her mind. When truly furious goes into "Rage Inferno" where her whole body is covered in flames.
Sub Power: None.
Personality: Violet is a very unstable person. Considered bipolar, she can be very friendly and personable at one moment and the next be ready to rip you to shreds. She leans towards physical violence in order to get her way, and if she doesn't she will flip the fuck out. Violet is a very self centered person, but if you manage to get on her good side, she will swear by her life to protect you. Like with her gang, she might be rough with you still but it is with love, and she will treat you like family. Get on her bad side though... well, let's just say you'll regret it.
History: Violet was raised by her mother, her parents being divorced and her father running off with another woman. Believe it or not, Violet was actually a good student up until her Junior year, where the school had a turnover and new teachers came in. She didn't like any of them, and most were real bastards to her, so she slowly faded out of school until eventually she barely ever went. It was also around the time her mother found a new boyfriend.
Instead of going to school, Violet found another place to put her time and energy. A few years ago, downtown Metropolis was overrun with gangs that were constantly at war with one another. Most couldn't even walk down the street without a weapon. Sick of this, Violet started her own gang to set things straight, naming it "Devilspawn." Originally it was just a group of stupid high schoolers that acted as vigilantes and beat back gangs that got a little too aggressive, but as a few years passed and the gang grew so did another gang. The competing gang started a fight with Devilspawn, and when they went straight for Violet, she lit them up not with a gun but with real fire. She discovered that she was a mutant, with the power to manipulate and create fire from her own mind. The others became afraid of Violet and her gang, leaving Metropolis all together.
The gang now is used as a sort of, violent neighborhood watch. Things were running smoothly, until one night all the gangs that had turned tail and fled came back— but with the force of the Voodoo Man. They took out many of the Devils, and this infuriated Violet, because they were like family to her. She swore revenge on the Voodoo Man for causing her 'family' such pain, and now searches him out to give him what he deserves!
Other: Is the leader and founder of the largest gang in Metropolis, "Devilspawn." Their symbol.

Real Name: Maxwell Weiseman
Nickname(s): Max
Hero Name: Phaser
Hero or Villain?: Hero
Gender: male
Age: 17
Appearance: Max is a tall but thin boy, with little to no muscle mass at all and his height a little above 6'5". He has shaggy, somewhat outgrown black hair that falls over his matching black eyes that are always hidden behind thick lenses on a studious pair of black glass frames. He always has a somewhat sad look on his face, with a sharp chin and soft bone structure, thin lips and straight brows. Max is a little sensitive about his longer nose, as well as his pale complexion that always seems to lack proper blood flow. He always wears clothes that are a bit too big on him and seem baggy, most often seen in his school uniform. If you asked people what his best physical feature was, they most likely would say he has a "cute ass."
Sexuality: demisexual
Weapon(s): Metal-toed boots and metal knuckles
Main Power: Teleportation. Can travel at maximum a few blocks away, and as far as consecutive teleportations, the further away he has to teleport one after another the harder it is. Just in fights, teleporting within a few feet he is able to do it much more easily. Overdoing it could make him pass out.
Sub Power: By extending his palm out flat or using the top of his forearm to create a shield of plasma. It can only last for a few hits each, and can immediately shatter if it's hit with a full blast of another's power. He can only create one in the span of a couple of hours, and it is only about 1 and a half feet at maximum for length and width. Physical attacks don't do much damage to it.
Personality: Max is a very quiet soul. He's fairly shy and soft spoken, often preferring to be alone than amongst others. He is often trampled on because of his passivity but Max never complains about it. He is respectful and kind, and will help others as long as he doesn't have to interact with them.
History: Max has been second place his entire life. Always a straight B student, the second child, the silver trophy winner in everything he attempted— he never could win first place. His mother and father were devoted to his older brother and completely bypassed little Max, never recognizing his second rate achievements.
He really lived a normal life however. A devoted student, though a bit shy and shut away from anything social, he really tried and never complained about anything. Max simply kept to himself, head down.
And just like any teen, he had love interests. Max had a crush on this girl named Amber for two years of school, but never attempted to talk to her. Walking home from school one day, Amber was looking at her phone and walked out in front of a bus that was driving too fast down the road.
Max, without thinking, ran out and grabbed her. But, suddenly, they were on the other side of the road. Passerby were shocked, whispering to each other about the weird teleporting mutant.
Amber was scared of him, even though he had saved her, and ran away to avoid him completely at school. Max was heartbroken. But he didn't complain.
He later found out that those who had whispered around them at the corner were not normal passerby. They were puppets of the Voodoo Man, seeking to torment the innocent mutant. Max wasn't angry, but he was upset. He wanted to defeat the Voodoo Man, not for himself, but so no one else can be hurt like he was.
Other: Cannot see more than two feet in front of him without his glasses. Senior in high school. Has fairly bad social anxiety.