Costumed Vigilantes.

Real name - Charlotte Granger

Hero name - Thunder Cloud (or just Thunder or Cloud..take your pick)

Sex- Female

Age- 24

Appearance - Long wavy brown hair, with silverish gray eyes. She has a square jaw that makes her look a tad older. Tall and painfully skinny. She doesn't look like she has any muscle but she does.

Costume - A large black coat with a hood with silver lining. Her silver boots shimmer in the darkness. Her coat is very simple but inside it has many pockets that includes a dagger and pistol holder. Underneath her coat, she wears a silver spandex shirt and warm leggings (location? just to know the weather...)

Fighting style and weapons - She loves her dagger. She usually uses knifes and other sharp objects and is a skilled sword fighter. Second choice, is hand to hand.

History / Reason for becoming a vigilante - She's basically a mini Robin Hood. She was born poor and her mother was sick during her childhood. Once she became an adult, she tried to rise through the ranks of wealth. Charlotte succeeded but still struggles to make ends meet as a manager of a bookstore. Yet, she is better off than many people she knew growing up so she wants to help them out as well.

Personality - Her sad childhood has left her unmericful and bitter at times. She will kill the enemy without any hesitation. Prone to mood swings and such. However, she is very loyal yet secretive. Bold and on the outside, nothing can scare her. She is a strong leader as well but has a short temper.

*We can start now*

White Knight~

It was a pretty good turn out I thought as I looked around the room of costumed heroes. Two older men stood at the podium, one was my dad and the other was one of his partners when he was a costumed crime fighter.

"Today, we pass the torch to the next generation said the other man said. I believe his costume name was Home run.

"All of you are here because you want to make this rancid city into a better place for the common man. Our cops and lawyers leave to much scum on the streets and it's your job to clean it up." My father said.

"Yes, so mingle with your new comrades. For son you'll have to work with them to clean up these streets."

*So this is where you come in mingle with the other Heroes and start thinking about who you want to partner with for the first missions.*

Maelstrom~

I walked up to the vigilant, White Knight. "Impressive gathering you've managed," I told him, casually.
He nodded in reply and looked about the small rotunda. A motley assortment of people were gathered around. All looked slightly awkward. All of them were shrouded in their air of mystery and none of them I had seen before being cordially invited to this meeting. Even now, I don't know how they found me.

I worked in the shadows and wasn't one that would flaunt for the press.

I left the Knight standing stationary, gazing at the impressive group of heroes around him. I approached a girl about my age, give or take a year. "Hello, interesting proposition, no?" I asked her. We were all costumed and hers was dark with a silvery hue that shimmered in the light. Silver also lined her collar.
"Yes, very." She answered quietly. We were all very up-tight. We were thinking perhaps this was a death trap.

Thunder Cloud

I looked around at the people around me in full costume. Even though, I didn't know a single face, I still felt like an oddball. We were in a secret underground room; safe for all of us. It was called the Pit.


I could almost feel the tension rising. I didn't really know what to do; Home Run said to "mingle". But I guess I didn't have a choice when a girl came up to me wearing a small black peacoat similar to mine.

"Interesting preposition, no?" She asked, casually.

"Yes, very." I said, looking away slightly.

I had to start somewhere I guess.

"So, missions." I said, turning back to her.

"Right. Missions" She said.

*Not much...I have a few questions so I'll post in the DT*

Maelstrom~
"And you must be the Thunder Cloud?" I asked her. I knew some names, and I had seen a glimpse of her before, and heard of her courtesy of the media who should keep their nose out of matters too advanced for their uncreative minds.

She nodded. Her costume was hardly similar to mine, but it did resemble a bit, not so much as to form an issue however. I turned away and smacked into a person who was standing, turned around, behind me.

*my bad, Forever. From the description, it made it seem like our costumes were similar. Anyway, I discovered we don't have a DT......*

Killer Monday~~

The dark and impressive room loomed over Max, everyone was silent except for two girls who were talking and Max (or Killer Monday to most) smiled.

Mingle eh?

She looked around, the White Knight looked like he meant business while his tense nature told he that he did not wanna be there. Looking to the right Max focused on a muscular guy with some metal suit on, he was smirking at the group, she kept looking and weighing people by how they were dealing with the situation of being in a room with a bunch of other vigilantes. She walked across the large dark room to the other side.

"Ello Mate." She smiled upward

I just put one up.

Shock Bot

"Hi," I said looking down at the woman,"Shock Bot is the name, robotics is my game."

"Killer Monday," The woman said, "Is that suit hot, it looks really uncomfortable."

"Oh this thing. Its air conditioned and padded, but maybe I should ditch it for know," I said then took my real hands out of the the sensors and flipped the hinges. Hopping out I got a clearer view of everything, the suit always scanned things and compiled data so it blocked some stuff.

"Why do they call you Shock Bot, I mean I get the Bot part, but the shock part is a bit odd," Killer Monday asked.

"Well this is why," I told her then sent a bolt of electricity from my palm.

"Wow you have real powers"

"Not really. See I run a few cords in my suit, they hook up to a generator, that runs on pure air. Then those cords get fed electricity then when I want to I can release it," I explained. "Why do they call you Killer Monday?"

Isaiah Holloway – Requiem

He kept his arms folded, staying in his chair for the time being. This whole idea was stupid, as far as he could see. What was the point of teaming up? It would make no difference to his performance. In fact, it would probably hamper it.

People would just hear him say he was going to give someone tetanus or typhoid and panic, thinking that his special brands of the diseases were contagious. Some had already buddied up, though. Idealistic kids.

Others hadn’t, though. He saw one pair, a few years younger than him from what he could see, standing beside one of the two who had called this meeting together. Family business. He thought. Wonder what happened to all their daddy’s friends.

But they seemed about as eager to team up as he did. So he stood up and made his way across to her, the metal tip of his cane tapping against the floor with every second step.

He stopped in front of them, “White Knight and White Queen, right?” They nodded, so he held out a hand, “Requiem.”

Max~~ Killer Monday

"Well," Max's face screwed up with trying to remember, "OH!"

Her exclamation broke the mostly quiet conversations. It also made Bottie wideeyed.

"Well once I was on one of my first missions, by myself of course, and I snuck into what's-his-face's" Max's face screwed up again, "Obsidiano's lair and he had a bad humor you see and his-"

Bottie interrupted, "How did you get in there?! You were that person who got into one of the most protected lairs in all of the northern hemisphere?!"

Max continued, "Yeah," She looked away, "Well you see his humor was really bad so when he literally went "boom" or whatever he yelled out "WHAT A WAKE UP CALL!" and thus you have killer monday" Max smiled and another joined our group as Bottie looked flabbergasted.

Maelstrom~
I heard enthusiastic yelling from across the room. "Killer Monday... Wake Up..." were some snippets I heard. I was a relatively unknown hero as the media never caught me in action, but some of these heroes were somewhat known. Killer Monday was relatively known, I walked over to her, excusing myself from Thunder.

"Hello Monday, I'm Maelstrom." I said bluntly to her as I reached the group. She seemed rather outgoing and smiled back.

White Knight~

I was talking to my dad, he wanted us not to team up with each other. I was fine with that, but I knew that this was bad for Amanda she hated to work with other people, because she so seldom talked.

One of the costumed people came up to us, and offered his hand introducing himself as Requiem. He seemed just as enthused about this then we were.

"I'm White Knight and this is my sister White Queen." I took Requiems hand and Amanda just nodded. "Excuse her, she isn't that talkative."

"Don't you think all white is a bad costume choice in our profession." He asked.

I laughed a question we had been asked many times.

"We try to take our people down with as little blood as possible."

He nodded.

Requiem (Isaiah Holloway)

Interesting people. Their father was one of the old school, like Home Run, of which Requiem knew most to be dead. He would have thought that he would have taught them to be meaner because of that. He'd lost friends to criminals, and yet he taught his children to show mercy?

Requiem nodded cautiously, "Blood can be...problematic, I suppose." His words seemed to reflect their views, but the darkness of his clothing could easily conceal the remnants of a thousand bloodstains. And no doubt the syringes he kept in the satchel at his side weren't the one-use-only kind. He kept two, both metal, and had no qualms about reusing them. After all, it wasn't like the people he infected were supposed to live.

"I personally don't fully understand this partnering thing. It's not the way I'm used to working." Requiem muttered.

"Having a partner," replied the White siblings' father, "Is one of the most beneficial things you can do as a hero. A partner can get you out of a tight fix, can help you gather information, and give you an extra pair of hands in a fight."

"They can also get in your way." Requiem looked straight at the retired vigilante, "Isn't that how Ace of Diamonds got killed?" He sniffed, "I'd prefer an unobtrusive partner, myself. If it's possible to work with someone without having too much contact with them."

Charlotte - Thunder Cloud

Maelstrom left me after awhile to go where a girl about my age and a boy were standing. She seemed like an interesting person, I guess. I wondered about this whole partnering up thing. Did I really want a partner? I guess I had no choice. A friend would come in handy.

The girl Maelstrom was walking over to was talking quite loudly and excitedly about the origin of her name.

If someone asked me where I got my name at, I don't know if I'd be able to answer. "Thunder Cloud". My costume is black with a silver lining and a white spandex shirt. It seemed to describe a thunder cloud, no? To be honest, I didn't think of my name myself. Someone else did.

I didn't just want to stand there by myself so I looked around to see if there were any other people who weren't already engaged in conversation. I recognized a woman standing in the corner as Ms. Pyro. Who couldn't remember? The iconic fire emblem on the front of her costume wasn't easy to forget.

I walked over to her to say hello.