Conrad bio (Beta/Coming soon)

  • Name: Conrad "?"
  • Alias: Kid Pyro/Kid resurrection
  • Age: 18
  • Hair: Blond
  • Eyes: Blue
  • Genealogy: Kurt's son (from a paradoxical universe)
  • Species: Mutant
  • Mutation: Force field manipulation

The impossible son

Conrad, the son of Kurt's future. His mother was destined to be Abigail, Kurt's former love interest. The son traveled from his own time to watch over his parents...Or so that was the original plan. Kurt and Abigail had gone their separate ways, whether this was Conrad's fault or not doesn't matter, that future has been erased...But yet Conrad lives.

He is a fragmented echo of that reality, the only remnant of it. This child that wasn't technically ever born.

This change resulted in Conrad losing his memory, and a change of mutation since his genealogy is basically changed, a different mutation.

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Crash, the con cat. (Backup bio)

  • Faction: His own.
  • Title / Code Name: Con Cat, Puzzler
  • Real Name: Crash (Name on tag before X gene)
  • Gender: Male
  • Hair Color: Brown/White
  • Weight:115lbs
  • Age: 2 cat years= 24 human years
  • Eye Color: Yellow
  • Height: 5'8
  • Super Power Origin: Feline with X gene
  • Identity: Public.
  • Place of Birth: Arkham Massachusetts
  • Status: Alive.

Grid Points:

  • Agility: 5
  • Durability: 3
  • Energy Projection: 1
  • Fighting Ability: 4
  • Intelligence: 3
  • Mental Power: 1
  • Speed: 4
  • Stamina: 5
  • Strength: 4
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A cat's cunning

Gothic city

Thomas, a mutant who can fly was soaring on over to what he assumed would be some decent support. For Thomas belonged to the demographic of mutants who actually resented what he is, inhuman, unnatural. Then out of nowhere, fliers for a sort of support group started to show up all over Gothic, for people like him.

He landed right near the meeting location, a disused foundry near dock-town, where archers prowl. Thom removed his hood and saw some graffiti that was the same on the flier, and so he entered the foundry. "H-Hello? Support group?" He started to get a little anxious, almost ready to leave. That is until the scratch of a match could be heard from the shadows, along with some shimmering eyes.

"You're a little early...That's alright though.." A bipedal feline stepped out of the shadows, purring menacingly as smoke billowed out of his wet nose. Thom of course was surprised, even for mutant standards. "What the..?" Was all he could mutter, but this cat was used to that reaction, even among his own kind.

"Before ya ask kid..No..Not a human that turned into a cat. Was a cat..Had an X-gene...Mutated into this. First of my kind as far as I know..And now before you ask also? There's no support group.." The cat grinned with sharp teeth, claws popping from his fingers. Thom was now officially freaked out, and he was out of here. An opening on the ceiling screamed escape, so he took flight.

"That's just not gunna fly with me bud!" Cat grabbed a rusty chain near him, grabbing Thom by the ankle, slamming him face first into the pavement. His captor leaped a good six feet to land right on his back, claws digging into the young man's back.

"Rumor has it, there's a place out there, a camp for muties.. I reckon they are giving out some decent coin for muties...I like some coin, trust me.." He crouched down the grab Thom's scalp with clawed fingers, spitting out a tooth and some blood. "Who Are...Why...?" He said between pained groans, this feline's dirty claws repeatedly digging deeper into his back. "Name's Crash...And why? No profit to be made in being a good guy bud..Not too sorry about this.." Crash chuckled and slammed Thom's face into the pavement, knocking him out.

Gothic Harbor, hours later.

Crash stood at the end of his tug boat, puffing on a fresh cigarette. On the back of the boast was a cargo container filled with half a dozen captured mutants, their destination? this camp that has been murmured about by the mutant community. Crash had the thought of if he helped out on his end of things, maybe the con of a cat could avoid being a prisoner to the very same place. The main problem was going t be finding this place, before his "cargo" starved.

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Spiller (Up to date)

  • Faction: His own.
  • Title / Code Name: Puzzler/Puzzle Punk
  • Real Name: Spiller B Lancer
  • Gender: Male
  • Hair Color: Pink.
  • Weight:115lbs
  • Age: 17
  • Eye Color: Blue (pink when using powers)
  • Height: 5'8
  • Super Power Origin: Mutant.
  • Identity: Public.
  • Place of Birth: Liverpool
  • Status: Alive.

The Puzzler effect

His ever evolving mutation, what stemmed from dysfunctional telepathy, is now something broader. The Puzzler effect refers to the mutation in his brain, almost like pocket space to store more knowledge with ease, making his mind process information at an inhuman rate. This makes learning new skills, at least related to the mind, relatively simple and achievable very fast. This bestows many mental mutations, each varying in skill.

Telepathy (Skill: Ωmega)

Spiller's telepathy is easily one of the most powerful and prominent on earth. It is infamous on file for being very tricky to defend against due to it's aggressive yet complicated manner of how it invades the brain. To this day, Spiller is one of the first telepaths to be able to break down or detour past mental barriers and blocks, of course taking effort and time to do so. Below is a list of ways Spiller has, to date, used his telepathic powers.

  • Able to read almost anyone's mind, even break some mental defenses.
  • "Pushing": The ability to make a thought seem more appealing to a person. This can range from persuasion, to making murder seem as likable as buying a cake.
  • Tele-comm: Able to communicate to anyone via thought over amazing distances, possibly even countries.
  • Control: With great effort, can freeze, move and remotely control a person's movements.
  • Command: Much like control, but verbally telling a person what to do with them complying without question. This could range from telling someone to move, to committing suicide.
  • Mirage: Make someone see what isn't there.
  • Scramble: Send a harsh frequency to someone's mind, causing immense head pain.
  • Radar: Map out an area via sensing out people's brainwaves.
  • Mindscape: Astral project himself into a person's mind, able to traverse their psyche and inner thoughts.
  • Mind link: Much like with taking thoughts from someone, he can also project his own memories and knowledge to a person as well.
  • Flash read: A very finicky skill, able to read the mind of per-say an attacker just as they are about to strike, giving him moments to possibly avoid the attack.

Telekinesis (Skill: Ωmega)

After an exile dedicated to training. Spiller has finally evolved his mind to embrace the ability to move solid matter with his mind. Much like his initial telepathy, the TK is limitless, like a muscle to be strengthened. His strength does seem formidable however, a list of feats and acts accomplished by Spiller:

  • Easily lifting and moving his own body about with no effort.
  • Able to lift a small car with focus.

Mental constructs (Skill: Ωmega)

Another mental evolution in Spiller's mind is the ability to create solid energy straight from his mind. The construct is directly linked to the mental health of Spiller. Things like focus are involved in the strength of said construct. The larger and more complex the object? The more of Spiller's time and focus need to be applied to it.

Grid Points:

  • Agility: 2
  • Durability: 3
  • Energy Projection: 1
  • Fighting Ability: 1
  • Intelligence: Ωmega
  • Mental Power: Ωmega
  • Speed: 2
  • Stamina: 2
  • Strength: 2
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Puzzle Punk! #2

Spiller sprints down the hallway from a woman made of fire. "SPILLER YOU ASSHOLE!" She shouts while casting an orb of flame towards Spiller's back, but he simply laughs and turns the corner. With the time he had, the punk used his TK to rip a lock off one of the lockers, and throw himself inside while closing it.

Camcorder on, night vision activated shows Spiller glaring at the camera through the dark of the closed locker. "Huff huff Spiller again, log number two, December twenty seventh, twenty thirteen. Probs wondering why I am in a locker yeah? Well Gena Wilden of course, starts talking bad about the pink hair...What do I do? Read her mind and announce her secret love during lunch for quarterback Donny Buten....Cliche girl freak out-" He pauses to look through the grating of the locker, then looked back.

"-ensues. What a load of crap...Anyway, day two at Val Huntington's school for fat cat students. I signed up myself actually..Only to cause the mayhem that can only happen in my youth..And to show the world's greatest telepath that..Well that there needs to be a recount on that title!" Spiller chuckled arrogantly before his eyes flared pink for a moment.

"She just gave up the search, heard her thinking it.." Spiller opens up the locker, the camera floats a little bit above the teen as he starts walking down the hall. "Now as for my big prank for the first week of school? Enter the world Inquisitor..Infamous for talking heaps of garbage about celebrities. One of their favorite targets?"

Spiller enters his dorm to be greeted by a blast of punk rock and dirty laundry. The camcorder gets floated on over to his desk in which he takes a seat in front of, pushing up his glasses. "Valerie Huntington, the female hunk as it were..I plan on spray painting copies of the scandal pages involving her onto EVERY door I can find over Thursday night. The student body will wake up, and laugh at what the world thinks our headmistress is sleeping with these days. It's gold in the making!"

Spiller creates a pink baseball bat constructs and gives it a few flips. "One thing that the school is proving useful for is honing my construct abilities and TK abilities. I would use my TP alot more? If it weren't for the fascist white queen that is watching for all ill-used telepathy..Total drag! Oh! Almost forgot.."

Next, the punk pulls up a book of fake I.D's and hall passes. "Been making a mighty fine small profit off of selling pretty decent fakes. Not my usual menacing work? But Energy drink money is energy drink money.." Spiller grinned while rubbing his fingers together in a money gesture, tossing the book behind him.

"That's all for now folks! This is your favorite Puzzle Punk saying, you are the resistance."

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Puzzle Punk! An online Vlog series #1 (IC)

A camcorder flicked on by Spiller while he was cleaning his glasses. He was clearly sitting at a desk, a room littered with his own graffiti and punk rock posters. The rebel finally put his glasses back on and looked to the camera.

"Alright, first vlog. My name is Spiller B lancer..And I'm a mutant. Born with a brain that has geniuses shitting their pants and telepaths look like gypsy fortune tellers. But whatevs, no big deal or anything. I have moved out of my recent..Stomping grounds as of yesterday. I am now living with my 'friend' Kurt, you know, the archer?

Found this decent arms storage, cleared it out and turned it into my bedroom. Not bad yeah? I would explain a bit more but it's a cliche "secret base"..What a tosser.." Spiller put his fingers in a quote before scoffing and leaning back in his chair.

"So, back in Gothic city, big plans. I have no idea what the hell to do otherwise though, feelin' a bit lost you know?" He rubs his temples. "Do you know how frustrating it is to have thousands of brilliant thoughts and not a single one points you in the right direction? Horrible. I guess find Anya? I dunno. As if she would want to see the guy that ditched her three months ago for bloody school..."

The rebel gave a sigh before holding up one of his most recent T-shirt creations. "In case you didn't know, I make my own shirts. Cause f*ck paying for sh!t everyone else is wearing. Big fan of this one, cause it's true. No way that fat cat corporate hero is dead. And I mean if he is? Then there really is nobody fighting against the economic rapist that's our government in the U.S of tossing A. Trust me..I'm working on a "lovely" little tribute to that cheesy goatee of a Prez, Stark.."

Spiller chuckled before chucking the shirt behind him, onto his bed. And with a mocking salute, he grinned. "That's all for now, rebels. Puzzle Punk, signing off."

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Spiller B Lancer

  • Faction: His own.
  • Title / Code Name: Puzzler
  • Real Name: Spiller B Lancer
  • Gender: Male
  • Hair Color: Pink.
  • Weight:115lbs
  • Age: 17
  • Eye Color: Green (varies)
  • Height: 5'8
  • Super Power Origin: Mutant.
  • Identity: Public.
  • Place of Birth: Liverpool
  • Status: Alive.
  • Avatar Appearance: Riddler
  • Mini Biography: Spiller is the bastard son of the cape killer legend Bill Lancer, who left his mother pregnant with him after Bill was done in the U.K. And just like his mother, Spiller was a mutant, but of course didn't yet realize. When he did, was the days after his mother passed away from cancer, transforming Spill into a punk rebel orphan who lived hard on the streets. This all changed of course when his powers emerged, discovering he had immense telepathy, arguably one of the most powerful on earth. He went from living on the streets to living at the grandest hotels for free (trashing them while he was at it) for he could bend the will of most average people, he even delved into frying peoples brains when they gave back talk. This quickly got the attention of Meta-affairs, swiftly detaining the boy and putting him in a supermax prison.

The Puzzler effect

His ever evolving mutation, what stemmed from dysfunctional telepathy, to what he assumed was simply magic, is now something broader. The Puzzler effect refers to the mutation in his brain, almost like pocket space to store more knowledge with ease, making his mind process information at an inhuman rate. This makes learning new skills, at least related to the mind, relatively simple and achievable very fast. Oddly enough, magic, flows through his mind due to it's radioactive nature.

Grid Points:

  • Agility: 2
  • Durability: 3
  • Energy Projection: 7
  • Fighting Ability: 1
  • Intelligence: 5
  • Mental Power: 4
  • Speed: 2
  • Stamina: 2
  • Strength: 2
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Sadness can't exist, when these painted faces always tell a happy lie. What is it?

The Puzzler's hideout, Gothic city...

The Puzzler sat in his comfy chair, gloved fingers pressed against his lips while watching multiple screens. Some were reports about his latest escapade, killing Mr.Renfrew on live television. Some were reports of Kamelot's shaky recovery after a man died in their lobby. Lena Dante doing what she does best, burying a mess while looking good for the cameras.

But then of course, was the large protests outside Bedlam asylum, masses almost begging to kill the walking talking personification of death made comedic, Mr.Smiles. Surrounding the self proclaimed master of Puzzles was notes on Lena, Quintus, the Rose, Antonia, Smiles and many more. A twirl of his favorite cane was accompanied by a smile, for the dominoes were almost all in place.

He would prove to this city that he is the most brilliant criminal, how? "Sadness can't exist, when these painted faces always tell a happy lie..What is it?" Puzzler said to himself while looking over to floor maps of Bedlam asylum, question marks scribbled on specific portions of it.

"A clown..."

He got up from his chair, walking over to the office door that he gently popped open. It led to a decently sized warehouse, filled with half complete traps and contraptions, each signed with a specific location, or puzzle. The sign that read "Bedlem" had a good hundred pounds of plastic explosives.

"You release the clown..."

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The Celebrity Criminal

Gothic city, Renfrew Industries.

"Herbert Renfrew, philanthropist! A good soul! Family man!...Imbecile.." Puzzler calmly spoke into the megaphone he held in his gloved hand, standing on top of Renfrew industries. Mr.Renfrew was rigged up to a crane, a chain wrapped around his body with an interesting question mark lock holding said chains.

Puzzler didn't need to hijack television..The news was doing that for him. Half the GCPD were down below on the street, floodlights shining up at the self proclaimed master of Puzzles. Standing beside the Puzzler in handcuffs was Mr.Renfrews wife, flinching every time Puzzler moved his staff about, clearly striking her with it before.

"Tonight! We test Mr.Renfrew's wife, so she can save his life...Or not.." He chuckled like telling any ordinary joke before turning to Rebecca, a casual smirk on his face. "Three..Two..One.." Puzzler pointed towards the roof access door just as the police kicked it open, setting off a few sensor explosives, killing the men instantly while sealing off the door with rubble. "Hmm..Apes with guns..Where was I Rebecca? Ah yes! The question. Tell me..What was once up high, but now down low, once a solid, but now a liquid? The clock's ticking Rebecca.." Puzzler spoke in an intensely arrogant tone while looking at his wrist watch.

"What?..I..Uhh..Look please just let me husband g-!" Puzzler leaned over while shushing her, tapping on his watch. "I'm sorry Rebecca, the time is up. The answer? Is your husband.." He grinned a bit while tapping his question mark cane on the floor, a sensor in the bottom unlocking the chain that held Mr.Renfrew, sending him screaming and falling down to the ground. The fire crew was already in place to catch him with a trampoline.

"Ah ahhh..Liquid, remember?" Puzzler clicked a button on his cane, detonating the explosives strapped to Renfrew, showering the onlookers with red, human matter. After a firm backhand given to Rebecca to knock her out, Puzzler removed his bowler hat and gave a bow to the now panicked crowd. "Would you like to know why I targeted Mr.Renfrew ladies and gentlemen? Heh, well..After some digging, guess what I discovered? Your beloved, seasoned millionaire was actually a fraud, a cad! He thought he was so clever, not when I stole all of his personal assets and well..Eliminated him. Guess what people! You can't be a good villain while you're playing good guy too. Goodnight, Gothic city!"

A police attack chopper quickly flew overhead, ready to gun down the murderer, that is until another question mark riddled copter blew it up with an RPG, swiftly lining up with the building so the Puzzler could take his theatrical leave.

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Burnt arrows

Sweden, somewhere in the wilderness...

Puzzler walked along the icy floor of the massive cavern, one he had been travelling for days. The legends had to be true. Puzzler's information HAD to be true, this had to be it's final resting place. Only after ten more minutes though, his suspicions were confirmed, thanks to the dozens of skeletons that littered the walkway towards an old steel door.

Ever so carefully, the trickster stepped over the dead, and gently opened the door. Puzzler would witness in a bit of amazement a luxurious room, all made entirely of ice. And sitting over in front of a frosty mirror was a woman, made entirely out of an intense red flame. Her monotone expression was possessed by that of a teasing smirk, as the steel door slammed shut behind Puzzler.

Between looking at the door in surprise, and looking back towards the woman, she was already floating face to face with the young man. "Mmm...Another treat, all for me.." The spirit giggled while looking Puzzler over, seemingly pleased. "Sorry..But I'm not the meal type darling.." Puzzler retorted, his expression was clearly intimidated, but his silver tongue was strong as always.

"Oh? You sure? Someone with so much negative emotion in them, I would assume you could feed me for a long time now. It comes off of you like a scent boy..The envy, the loneliness, abandonment." Puzzler grew more and more uncomfortable the more she picked at his emotions, yet remaining still. "If you like what you see here..Then you would absolutely adore the soul I have in mind for you."

She halted, just before she was going to stick her hand into Puzzler's chest. "And what makes you think what I like, mortal? You're an infant compared to the ages I have seen, so please humor me on how you think I wont kill you right now." She grinned, so did he. Suddenly grabbing hold of the scene and situation, Puzzler walked past her and folded his hands behind his back, admiring the cave.

"Envy, rage, loneliness, those are all appetizers compared to..Say sorrow, dread and compassion. All dripping with what makes a human a human, as you can tell from how I feel most of the time? Not the most moralistic person. But a hero on the other hand? Someone that has people he would KILL for? Now THERE is a feast.." Puzzler started to grin more before pulling out a green arrow, tossing it towards the woman so she would catch it and let it burn in her hands.

"Mmm..You do not lie boy..I can feel some of the emotion from the hands that held this..You might be smarter then I had first assumed." She held the arrow close like it was a girl's teddy, feasting off it's negative emotion.

"Now what would be smart for you my dear, is if you let me take you to it's source, something you could live inside till his heart is black and all he would feel are these wretched feelings for the rest of his life..."

"That, can be arranged.." She tossed the crisp arrow to her side, floating closer to the horned fox. "What do they call you, mortal?"

"It was once Spiller, but it's just Puzzler now.."

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