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 ADULT TEMPLATE Name: The Marionette Alias: The Marionette Race: Human Age: Twenty Gender: Female Personality: The Marionette does not like being threatened… at all. She is typically soft-spoken, but opinionated. Mild-tempered and disciplined. Meticulous, but flexible. And, lastly, patient and observant. She does not shy from interactions, is forthright with her words, and humble to a fault. With a huge gap in her memories before Hosu City, she relies on her wits and intuition to stay alive and maintain her freedom. However, The Marionette is prone to violent and destructive behavior when she feels threatened in the slightest. She has killed her fair share of police officers, civilians, and the occasional hero without hesitation. She does not feel guilt for the lives she has destroyed or ripped away entirely. She is extremely selfish, inconsiderate and opportunistic, placing her wellbeing above all else. Alignment: Neutral Evil Blood Type: AB Birthplace: Unknown Current Place of Residence: Japan Appearance:
Height and Weight: Five Foot Six & One Hundred Nineteen Pounds QUIRK Quirk Name: Subjugation Quirk Type: Emitter Quirk Description: In simple terms, Subjugation is a quirk that steals the sovereignty of whatever it sees, placing that control firmly in the hands of the Marionette. In even simpler terms, this quirk allows the Marionette to take total or partial control of anything, rather that’d be an object or sentient lifeform, without discrimination. Thus, she can manipulate whatever is under her control, bidding them to do whatever her heart desires rather that’d be attacking an ally or harming themselves. For example, she can apply this to puppets in order to make them move and perform actions, much like a puppet master. When it comes to people, The Marionette has complete control over another person’s actions, but not their thoughts nor their facial expressions – she can prevent them from speaking though. In order to establish control, the target has to be within her line of sights. She must maintain focus, if she’s unaware of their presence or believes there is no longer any reason to maintain control, her influence is broken. She can simultaneously immobilize three individuals, but she can only force one to move whilst the others remain paralyzed. She can control people not in her line of sight only after first establishing it and she must remain aware of them at all times or else end up ending her influence over them. She can control people for 3 minutes max as assuming full ownership of an individual is extremely exhausting. If she truly pushed to her max time limit, she will effectively be out of the fight as she will fall into a coma-like state for the next 24 hours. PCs may only be controlled partially/fully with permission. If person has quirk, she cannot force them to use it. HISTORY Rivals, Enemies, and Obstacles: Selica. History: The Marionette is a woman whose origins are unclear even to her. RP Sample: Bang. It’s the shot that rings through the night, disturbing the tranquil streets and rousing the residents from their slumber. Not a single soul goes to investigate, the dead silence that had clung tightly to the neighborhood returned, its grip reaffirmed just as quickly as it had lost it. Only in the morning, when a middle-aged housewife went on her jog would anyone know what had occurred that chilly night. An officer slain at the dead of night, no eyewitnesses, and the evidence pointed to a suicide. The media and the police would be in a frenzy tomorrow. However, when the dust settled, they would be too late to catch the real culprit. The Marionette crouched beside her victim, a middle-aged man with brown hair and glossy brown eyes. The left side of his temple was a mess, the bullet having torn through the thin layer of flesh that separated it from the skull at point blank range. Though bloodied, the man face had not been terribly disfigured. He was still recognizable even without his shiny badge that so proudly stated his name – Shinya Yamanaka. His fingers were still curled tightly around the murder weapon, a .38 revolver that had been directed at her not too long ago. She stared for a moment in utter silence, a finger tapped rhythmically on her bicep. She warned him about pointing the gun at her. Even made it expressly clear that if he didn’t put the dangerous weapon away that’d he end up the one with a bullet in him. He had scoffed. He clearly did not know who he was messing with, but she saw recognition spread across his face as his body was seized and the gun was turned on him. And then bang… he was gone. |
