Jessica Griffin alias Kinetic
Jessica Griffin was born of Alex and Jennifer Griffin a scientist and a technician deeply respected for their work. Alex was a college professor loved by the majority of his students. He was a older man his hair just starting to be peppered with grey. Horn rimmed glasses were worn by him and usualy he chose to wear some form of suit even on days off. Jennifer was free lance not employed per say but paid daily in strong checks for her work. She was always on call attending to numerous tasks of any requested nature. She was a blond remarkably tall woman who while not the most stuning had a smile that ensnared many. They lived a good life and at some point in 1996 they gave birth to young Jessica.
Unlike her parents she wasn't what apeared to be a genius. She showed to be an average student at best. In truth the young girl only showed signs of being considered good at two things. Breaking stuff and building with blocks and legoes, every time she went to a store she asked for another box of those building blocks. Constantly constructing marvels of the imagination in her free time, time which was more there then time busy. Because Jess simply didn't care. Then at the age of thirteen Jessica had been playing with a girl named Cloe. In a childish spat Jessica refused to let her creations that covered her room be touched. And in a burst of anger the train track of legoes that circled the room that Cloe had been touching exploded burning the young girls hand. That friendship ended then and there, but times only got seemingly worse for Jessica.
At the age of fourteen the mutant power had effected Jessica's hair turning it white. Trying to make it a style Jess dyed the tips and her bangs a pinkish violet color. It never catched on though and more and more she was picked on for being a mutant. This led of course to the use of her powers as violent responses as well as acidents. It led to several injuries one getting the young alabaster haired teen in a list of people likely to end up in juvie. One more 'mishap' and it was where Jess would end up. From the age of fifteen and sixteen the teen was escorted almost always from school to home. Her parents working to create a suit specified to her powers.
Jessica feared that at some point this suit or others would try and retract her mutant abilities. And as such while her parents slaved away on making the suit she worked on making a power providing security system into the armor. Something that would give a transfussion of Jessica's DNA to a wearer who didn't have Jessica's mutant DNA. As the suit was never going to be worn by anyone it was going to insure that Jess always had her powers. A fingerprint lock had been designed by Alex and Jennifer to make sure once finished only presumably Jess could access it.
Then it came on Jessica's seventeenth birthday that the registration act was put into place. There was no presents or cake instead her parents looked at her with a earie coldness. Door's shutting could be heard outside the Cape Killers were aproaching. Nice name, killers as security who didn't want that. Jessica took hold of the chair and riped one of the legs off. The wood charged with a soft violet light before thrown like a spear. It impaled Alex exploding with such force that Jennifer's arm was also blown apart. Jenn bleeding to death Alex rolled out of the way towards her. A bullet striking a picture on the wall that had been parrallel to where Jessica just was. A trio of guards having rushed in to try and stop her. Twisting week flesh Jessica scooped up Alex head charging it with the explosive energy hurling it at the two Cape Killers close to eachother. It exploded like a gernade blasting the two men apart the cealing and floor being splattered in cups worth of gore. "Jessica Griffin you are underarest."
The outfit the teen wore shifted into one that matched that of the cape killers badge and all. "Names Kinetic" the teen said coldly tapping the mans arm. It had been holding a gun to Kinetic's head but then burst in a shower of splintered bone and blood. Her right hand gripped the man by a handful of hair and tapped her knee with the left. She pulled down and brought her knee up resulting in a explosion that nearly split the man in half from the start of the ribcage down.
The youngest member of Squad Thirteen sat in her chair watching the feed intintively but with her feet propped up on the table. Her bright murderous little mind smiling at seeing the target. She doubted anyone would put the dots together but it mattered not. However what she was about to say surely was no surprise, she was a shape shifter that outfits security would mean nothing. "Now I don't know which of us is going to fight that kinetic manipulator. But if you could please let me have her sh*t."
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@EdwardWindsor: @Quintus_Knightfall: Thank ya enjoying Coven well done with your own posts by the way. Hard to try and force a conclussion to all this even though ones needed. Ill leave Mr L alone, much fun as it would be to kill him or somethin else that should be anothers job lol. I vote Zaub but thats just me
@Punisher_Williams @_Sojourn_ @Mr_LeBeau (nobody took up either of you twos story and Mr L is a busy superman so I kind of mixed myself in. Hopefully its a plus, if it conflicts with what you want though just say so :) ~Azra)
Cloe had for a while now resided in the sub levels of New York, the sewers disgusted her. She thought herself a woman of class unbecoming of such filth. Regardless however her job demanded she be below ground finishing the final phases of a massive project. The U.S had started work on a weaponised platform. Large robotic humanoids designed to identify the super powered beings and then contain them. Cloe herself was just the middle man, a cog in this giant clock. However the young woman was also impressively good at making her cog an important one. Over her time in the sewers an impressive amount of the new weapons Cape Killers and Umen as well as a various amount of mutants and metas had been made into her allies.
They came in large trucks out of the sewers following a road to where the newscast said to go. Exiting the filthy under belly the sevral trucks carried an asortment of problem solvers to Virginia. Five of the large mechanical soldiers were loaded onto oversized flat beds that seamed best suited for impressive homes. These five Goliaths as Cloe liked to call them were bristling with weapons. The Goliath's brought in by Cloe used for their primary weapon large energy cannons projected from the hands. Cycling energy easly drawn from the environment into a potent weapon, the labcoats said it was hard at first. Once they did some tests on the Umen's eye beams however they'd found a way to make it work. The machines also through fingers could dispense a variety of gas rounds and containment fields. Containment fields fired a small force field generating bullet. Upon connection a bubble would incase the target, generaly constricting them in an akward manner. Of course these large machines could also make use of simply the sevral hundred tons of force behind every movement made by these thousands of pounds giants....Cloe also made sure hers had rockets, lots of rockets. She loved a good rocket, they were good for shawk and awe. If this state wanted to amass an army for war, then she would bring a war to them.
Another truck of similar size followed in the wake of the giants. This trucks container was filled with metahumans who had inlisted, Umen and two tanks. The exact numbers the shape shifter didn't know however she was confidant it would obtain the desired effect. A well organized swarm of military and police vehicles formed up around the trucks. A great number of Cape Killers coming along with the associated forces. It was roughly two hours before reaching Richmond when a call came in. "Mam it would seam someone has been caught snooping. D.C has extracted roughly all are best lead figures where more security. What should we do with the captive?"
The teenaged criminal slowly working to be a kingpin rolled her eyes. "It's simple, retract that weapon from your hip. Place it against the mans head. And pull."
Just Outside Richmond
"We the people of the United States, which you are still apart of retreads. In order to form a more perfect Union, which you happen to be hindering by this false wall of security. Establish justice, because the living bombs need some sort of justified conduct to do business. Insure domestic tranquility, thats why we are here you've butchered this nation with rebelion. Provide for the common defence, vigilanttees act on their own creed not a law. Promote general welfare...." the teen paused in her speach to look at a Cape Killer. "That parts bull sh*t I dont get paid half of what I should make." The company laughed a moment before Cloe continued "And secure the blessings of liberty to ourselves and our posterity, meaning those of today and tommorow. Granted we likely wont see much of the future at this rate."
"My name is Haven, and I would like for this nation to be civil. However you wouldn't sell military weapons to children, thats exactly what we are. Humans are prone to emotion, and us metas and mutants could level cities if emotions deside how we use our gifts. Sign the form, maybe find a way to make it less confrontational. Continue down this road however that you've taken and all there will be is blood." Her blue skin had a glossy look under the street lights. Massive metalic beings rose towering over the walls weapons ready and the various soldiers as well.
"Mr. L Im at Virginia at crysis whatever the f*ck number it is, if they don't surrender I would say air strike the city at the rear. We'll gun down those trying to escape. Its time we just instill the law and move on from this."
(This kid aint playing >;) genocide is the way. One good massacre and they'll stop all this revolution talk)
"Tell me who oversees the files here?" Cloe had just made herself one of the law enforcers for this troubling time. However she was by no means working for the law. She was here to help her, to take advantage of these days of civil conflict.
"For this district its Michelle Husband" the Cape Killer pointing to a portrait on a near by wall. Cloe thanked him and left for Michelle's room knowing the woman wouldn't be in at this late hour. However nobody would question if Michelle reapeared or got around the cameras. They were instructed not to follow, because a hack could reveal important intell. So when Cloe's form shifted in the garrage people deducted she must of left walking out as she had walked in. Nobody would question the fake Michelle that came in or bring it up with her. Voice verification was on the dot why not trust words spoken. Retina scans suggested the same eyes as the woman who saw every file that entered this building. Finger print true to the hands to have shaked hundreds of hands in this building. Nothing suggested Cloe Michelle was not the real one.
Entering the office Cloe takes a seat at the computer. It had no password, the security had it where only Michelle could enter after all. Bringing up her own file Cloe smiled, bringing up another document to attatch to it. Legal immunity, Cloe was to appear on all servors and checks as a woman with unrestrained access and liberty to do what she viewed right. Legal charges could not be placed upon her for anything she did. The law was to see her as sacred ground, acting for a greater cause and therefore trustworthy. The greatest enemy is the ones within and Cloe was the prime example. Ruthless and without mercy she did her job. And nobody saw that on nights like this when the blue skin could be seen walking away, it almost always indicated she had worked something out for herself.
@joeagentofhand1: I crashed like right after sorry about that lol I welcome anyone to join in anything I do pretty much(Alianette/Azrrael)
@Impero: I wanted to present a bit of the Azula vibe in her, the extremely self confidant individual. No want might or maybe, simply "my way" for her :)
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