- Joined
- Jan 8, 2020
Just another normal day in the Hart household, a day off for Flynn and Abigail Hart as they put aside heroics for the night and stayed at home with their seventeen year old son and three year old daughter, Raphael and Amelia. Flynn and Abigail were well known in the hero community, a duo running their own hero agency as the crime-fighting pair of Marionette and Formless. Famous for their teamwork, strong sense of ethics and public personas often seen as symbols of righteousness and representing the best of humanity. Speaking out against cruelty, lawlessness and in particular the League of Villains themselves they had maintained a strong following and an even stronger list of enemies who wanted to end them once and for all, not that it would be an easy task, not with their quirks and skill at using them. Chimera, his ability to shapeshift into anything organic and sentient, be it animals, fictional beasts and most useful of all, other people, taking on their shapes and often physical characteristics such as extra limbs, tails, teeth and his personal favourite, scaly armour to protect himself from incoming blows. The more powerful and skilled he had become at using his ability the faster he could transform, sometimes taking partial traits from creatures he had seen in person or on the television, fingerprints to bypass security doors and with practice could become larger, more powerful creatures. Marionette also had a powerful quirk...the power to strengthen and use the fabric of her own clothing as both a tool to bind and cut, with a slender enough thread, and to control the movements and actions of those caught in her skilful game of puppetry, the technique she had chosen her name from. As she had developed her skills she had learned to use the strings not just for offense and control but for mobility, swinging from buildings, pulling herself in different directions mid-air to change her trajectory and able to control more strings at once, one with each finger. Together they had proven unstoppable, just the previous night they had dealt a crushing blow to the League, taking out one of their key members while foiling one of their plans to assassinate the chief of police.
Then there was Raphael, a third year in U.A high, still in training to become a hero like his parents and join their agency, his power was much less flashy and visually impressive than theirs but he was using it well, focusing on training in martial arts and testing out various gadgets and weaponry to supplement his quirk and make it useful as a hero. Healing. Simple, effective, he could heal himself from almost any wound with powerful cellular regeneration that so far didn't seem to have any limits as to what he could regenerate. So far his only weakness with it seemed to be that he could be overloaded, immense damage in a short period of time and his healing would start to slow, though he had never reached the point where it would stop completely. That, and the pain...his nerves regenerated along with his flesh, was resistant to painkillers and other forms of numbing it that he had tried, and he had learned to hate it, even fear it, but wasn't that what a hero did? Faced their fears? Taking the name Reptile, he was top of his class through sheer determination and enjoying the recognition as his parent's son.
All three of them were watching the movie when the lights went out, young Amelia had already been put to bed and was sleeping soundly in the next room. Marionette had acted first, recognising the danger her family was in, ordering her son to go get his sister, to hide her while Formless was already shifting into a dragon-human hybrid form, thick wings and powerful scales and razor sharp talons, his voice deep and distorted as he echoed Marionette's command. The bay windows at the front of the house had shattered, a large man wielding a gigantic, almost comically large hammer had leapt through, swinging at Marionette who skilfully evaded the blow by pulling herself to the side with a string she had already attached to the wall. Electricity arced in through the open window, hitting Formless full in the chest, scorching his scales while his son watched. He'd tried to argue, he wanted to help, to fight, but another command from his mother and he nodded, turning to run down the hall towards his sister's room while three more villains climbed in through the windows behind him. A razor sharp blade pierced his chest but he kept running as it withdrew, Formless grabbing the swordsman, distracted long enough to take a hit from the hammer. Already healing, Reptile grabbed his sister and ran for the saferoom while the sounds of battle raged behind him, the sounds of his parents desperately holding off the league of villains while waiting for help to arrive, the panic button already pressed...the sounds of his family home being broken, a wall collapsing, furniture destroyed. He wanted to fight, to help them...but Amelia...
The basement. He ran down the steps of the basement as he almost passed the door, aware he would never make the safe room, he could hear his father scream to him, that he was being chased. He closed the door behind him...it was thick, sturdy, it would buy him time. The basement was where they kept experimental gear, spare costumes, weapons...large and expansive, the perfect place to hide! He heard a large impact against the heavy steel door as he looked around for something, anything. There! A chest...it was made from a strong modern alloy, they used them to hold weapons and gear, it was just about big enough to fit her, slits in the side for air...he placed his sister inside carefully, closed it, pushed the chest behind some other boxes as they hammer pounded on the door, the hinges creaked, the frame starting to give way too. Grabbing one of the weapons he had been experimenting with, a bo-staff with an electric discharge he turned to face it as it finally collapsed. There were no words as the man walked in, ducking to make it through the doorway, followed by the swordsman. He could hear more fighting getting closer as he readied himself, dropping to a defensive stance while his parents fought to get to him and his sister. He didn't stand a chance. He had trained well, they were just too strong, there were two of them...the hammer slammed him against the wall, his ribs cracked and mended themselves...the sword pierced his chest again, he coughed blood as the electric wielding villain appeared in the doorway, a hole in his chest where his father's talons had pierced it, collapsing down the stairs and followed by Formless himself, one arm missing. Attacking them from behind, another villain fell through the ceiling as it crumbled and caved in, edges hot and seared...he looked up, confused...why had it given way so easily, wasn't it reinforced? The hammer his his knee, he cried out in pain as his mother fell through the hole, half of her torso missing. So much blood...it was everywhere...he watched her breathe her last, sobbing as the sword pierced his chest again, reaching out for her. The hammer hit his father as he tried to fight his way to them, crushing his skull as the villain on the floor climbed to his feet unharmed, his body seemingly made of some kind of metal like a robot or cyborg and he pointed at him, a beam of pure light from his fingertips....so hot it started to burn through the concrete, even melting it. His body started to slow down the healing, the last thing he heard were more voices, voices he recognised. Heroes...and his sister's muffled crying, safe in her chest as the blood seeped towards it. The last thing he saw were the villains laughing as they ran. Their time was up, reinforcements were arriving...but the damage was done. Marionette and Formless were dead, and they had only lost one in return. A successful mission by all accounts.
The incoming heroes gave chase, but the League vanished into the shadows as if they were never there, only the devastation they had wrought on the Hart family and their home proving otherwise, that and the corpse of the electricity wielding villain who had died in the assault. Marionette and Formless had died trying to protect their children, Reptile would have been dead if not for his powerful cellular regeneration and the timely intervention of the other heroes arriving before the League could put his healing quirk to a more robust test and Amelia remained crying in the chest her brother had hidden her away in, unprotected from the sounds of devastation around her. The siblings were taken in by one of the heroes, Blacklight, who obtained temporary guardianship over them and were raised for the next four years as civilians, Asclepius dropping out of U.A high after the attack, traumatised by what had happened and devoting himself to helping raise his sister who never quite seemed the same until Blacklight herself died in the line of duty. Twenty-one years old at that time, Raphael took on full custody of his sister and had access to the wealth their parents had accumulated from their agency success, managing to comfortably raise her without the need to work. As the years passed he became concerned with her, she seemed...different than other children. Colder, less joyful. Things that made almost every child laugh had little effect on her. Amelia didn't display a quirk at all until she turned 9 years old and Raphael noticed she had sprouted a tail and cat-like ears one day while watching a television show, displaying the same abilities her father had, and not long after that he started to learn she had other abilities too. During one breakfast when he refused to get her the cereal she wanted from the top shelf, she instinctively accessed Marionette's quirk, using the strings not to pull down the cereal but to control her brother and make him grab it for her and strangely, he started to receive static shocks when in direct contact with her that would often make her giggle, one of the only times she truly displayed real joy and happiness, and displayed other electricity manipulating powers as she grew older. The quirks of Formless and Marionette were not so strange, often a child would display a similar or identical quirk to one or both parents, it wasn't a firm rule but it was common enough that some heroes would choose a spouse based on trying to genetically ensure positive quirk traits, but electricity was completely new to them, and it took a while before Raphael came up with a theory, though he had no way to test it.
Amelia's quirk, if he was right, he named Death Echoes. All three of the quirks she seemed to possess belonged to the three people that had died in close proximity to her on that fateful night, her parents and the sole casualty of the League of Villains. His theory was that anybody dying close to Amelia who possessed a quirk would pass it on to her, she would somehow absorb it like she was absorbing a part of them, though how close they had to be he only had their old basement for reference, where all three had died. It seemed morbid, dark, but it was the only explanation he could think of; she hadn't shown his own quirk, he had seen her get injured many times with no regeneration, and she hadn't displayed Blacklight's nor any of the other quirk users she had met throughout her life, just those three specifically. As she grew older she began to use them more and more, often to get what she wanted from her brother or to trick him, finding amusement in the power she held while always being forgiven by her doting guardian. At age thirteen she asked Raphael to train her to fight, and on questioning her his fears proved to be well founded. Revenge. She'd grown up knowing about her parents, the truth had never been hidden from her, she had their quirks and their names were still revered as fine heroes who had died a tragic death, the League was still out there with their mysterious leader reported to have been one of the attackers that night. For Amelia, it seemed she didn't want to follow in the hero path exactly like Raphael once had...she wanted to fight crime but had come to the conclusion that the worst criminals didn't deserve mercy, they didn't deserve to keep their lives while their parents had lost theirs and the League needed to be shut down, permanently. Going through official hero channels was limiting, eyes always on them, the fame that had led to their parents easily being stalked and located, ambushed at home while they were at their most vulnerable. No, Amelia wanted to take a path of vigilantism and needed her brother's help to do it, needed to be trained to fight, needed a partner. He couldn't say no to her...he'd always been her protector...she would do this with or without him, he could tell that much and so the training had begun. All the martial arts techniques he had learned, the weaponry, the skills...tricks on how to use her quirks which she had tested on him, showing more than a little predilections for being rough, sadistic with her application of them, even scaring Raphael. Oh, he knew she loved him, often they would cuddle together, side by side on the sofa while watching movies in their downtime, she would play games for his benefit more than hers, board games, video games, just to spend time with him...yet because she knew he couldn't truly be damaged, she didn't hold back in her training or how she used her quirks. More time passed and he always refused to take her out to test her new skills, to risk herself fighting actual villains, even weaker, small time crooks. They almost all had quirks, all posed a threat and he didn't know what he would do if he lost her too but it was clear she was growing impatient. As a compromise, Raphael said that he would take her out on the streets to fight when she was at least eighteen years old, and she had begrudgingly agreed.
Climbing out of bed, he took the time to shower, to get dressed in his usual shirt and designer jeans, this time opting for a red shirt. The house, almost a mansion in all honesty, was as quiet as it always was and so he turned the television on to the news channel while he made himself and his sister breakfast, smiling to himself as he took out the small cake he had bought for her and hidden in the back of the spare refrigerator. "Happy Birthday, little sister..." He spoke the words to himself while placing it in the middle of the table, chuckling at the memories of watching that movie with her in the cinema the day it was released. It was true, she wasn't usually interested in the things other girls her age had been, but they had seemed to bond while watching Disney movies together, one of the rare moments they both seemed to find real joy in, and the cake was in his eyes a reminder of that, that she was still his little sister and that her desires for revenge didn't have to completely overtake them. Laying out orange juice to drink and taking his medication to calm his anxiety over the situation, he finally laid a gift for her by the cake, wrapped in shiny green and yellow striped paper. Inside was the stuffed toy. something he had bought to remind her how much he cared about her, loved her for what she was, his little sister. Glancing over at the clock as he picked up his newspaper and sat down at the table, he knew she wouldn't be long in waking up now, he suspected she was already awake and getting ready to make her appearance, no doubt eager to pass the day and begin the hunt. Taking up a slice of toast, he tried to steel himself for the day's events, knowing he had done all he could. Their costumes were ready, their equipment, weapons...they had tactics ready for as many situations he could think of, they had tested various different combat tricks and combinations of her quirks to give her the best possible chances of success and had even come up with ways to use each other's abilities to team up and make it easier to keep her safe at his insistence. Finally, he had been tracking crime in the city with his parent's old tools, scanners and algorithms he had worked on and improved personally so that he could ease her into this. He was, despite being wary, ready.
Then there was Raphael, a third year in U.A high, still in training to become a hero like his parents and join their agency, his power was much less flashy and visually impressive than theirs but he was using it well, focusing on training in martial arts and testing out various gadgets and weaponry to supplement his quirk and make it useful as a hero. Healing. Simple, effective, he could heal himself from almost any wound with powerful cellular regeneration that so far didn't seem to have any limits as to what he could regenerate. So far his only weakness with it seemed to be that he could be overloaded, immense damage in a short period of time and his healing would start to slow, though he had never reached the point where it would stop completely. That, and the pain...his nerves regenerated along with his flesh, was resistant to painkillers and other forms of numbing it that he had tried, and he had learned to hate it, even fear it, but wasn't that what a hero did? Faced their fears? Taking the name Reptile, he was top of his class through sheer determination and enjoying the recognition as his parent's son.
All three of them were watching the movie when the lights went out, young Amelia had already been put to bed and was sleeping soundly in the next room. Marionette had acted first, recognising the danger her family was in, ordering her son to go get his sister, to hide her while Formless was already shifting into a dragon-human hybrid form, thick wings and powerful scales and razor sharp talons, his voice deep and distorted as he echoed Marionette's command. The bay windows at the front of the house had shattered, a large man wielding a gigantic, almost comically large hammer had leapt through, swinging at Marionette who skilfully evaded the blow by pulling herself to the side with a string she had already attached to the wall. Electricity arced in through the open window, hitting Formless full in the chest, scorching his scales while his son watched. He'd tried to argue, he wanted to help, to fight, but another command from his mother and he nodded, turning to run down the hall towards his sister's room while three more villains climbed in through the windows behind him. A razor sharp blade pierced his chest but he kept running as it withdrew, Formless grabbing the swordsman, distracted long enough to take a hit from the hammer. Already healing, Reptile grabbed his sister and ran for the saferoom while the sounds of battle raged behind him, the sounds of his parents desperately holding off the league of villains while waiting for help to arrive, the panic button already pressed...the sounds of his family home being broken, a wall collapsing, furniture destroyed. He wanted to fight, to help them...but Amelia...
The basement. He ran down the steps of the basement as he almost passed the door, aware he would never make the safe room, he could hear his father scream to him, that he was being chased. He closed the door behind him...it was thick, sturdy, it would buy him time. The basement was where they kept experimental gear, spare costumes, weapons...large and expansive, the perfect place to hide! He heard a large impact against the heavy steel door as he looked around for something, anything. There! A chest...it was made from a strong modern alloy, they used them to hold weapons and gear, it was just about big enough to fit her, slits in the side for air...he placed his sister inside carefully, closed it, pushed the chest behind some other boxes as they hammer pounded on the door, the hinges creaked, the frame starting to give way too. Grabbing one of the weapons he had been experimenting with, a bo-staff with an electric discharge he turned to face it as it finally collapsed. There were no words as the man walked in, ducking to make it through the doorway, followed by the swordsman. He could hear more fighting getting closer as he readied himself, dropping to a defensive stance while his parents fought to get to him and his sister. He didn't stand a chance. He had trained well, they were just too strong, there were two of them...the hammer slammed him against the wall, his ribs cracked and mended themselves...the sword pierced his chest again, he coughed blood as the electric wielding villain appeared in the doorway, a hole in his chest where his father's talons had pierced it, collapsing down the stairs and followed by Formless himself, one arm missing. Attacking them from behind, another villain fell through the ceiling as it crumbled and caved in, edges hot and seared...he looked up, confused...why had it given way so easily, wasn't it reinforced? The hammer his his knee, he cried out in pain as his mother fell through the hole, half of her torso missing. So much blood...it was everywhere...he watched her breathe her last, sobbing as the sword pierced his chest again, reaching out for her. The hammer hit his father as he tried to fight his way to them, crushing his skull as the villain on the floor climbed to his feet unharmed, his body seemingly made of some kind of metal like a robot or cyborg and he pointed at him, a beam of pure light from his fingertips....so hot it started to burn through the concrete, even melting it. His body started to slow down the healing, the last thing he heard were more voices, voices he recognised. Heroes...and his sister's muffled crying, safe in her chest as the blood seeped towards it. The last thing he saw were the villains laughing as they ran. Their time was up, reinforcements were arriving...but the damage was done. Marionette and Formless were dead, and they had only lost one in return. A successful mission by all accounts.
The incoming heroes gave chase, but the League vanished into the shadows as if they were never there, only the devastation they had wrought on the Hart family and their home proving otherwise, that and the corpse of the electricity wielding villain who had died in the assault. Marionette and Formless had died trying to protect their children, Reptile would have been dead if not for his powerful cellular regeneration and the timely intervention of the other heroes arriving before the League could put his healing quirk to a more robust test and Amelia remained crying in the chest her brother had hidden her away in, unprotected from the sounds of devastation around her. The siblings were taken in by one of the heroes, Blacklight, who obtained temporary guardianship over them and were raised for the next four years as civilians, Asclepius dropping out of U.A high after the attack, traumatised by what had happened and devoting himself to helping raise his sister who never quite seemed the same until Blacklight herself died in the line of duty. Twenty-one years old at that time, Raphael took on full custody of his sister and had access to the wealth their parents had accumulated from their agency success, managing to comfortably raise her without the need to work. As the years passed he became concerned with her, she seemed...different than other children. Colder, less joyful. Things that made almost every child laugh had little effect on her. Amelia didn't display a quirk at all until she turned 9 years old and Raphael noticed she had sprouted a tail and cat-like ears one day while watching a television show, displaying the same abilities her father had, and not long after that he started to learn she had other abilities too. During one breakfast when he refused to get her the cereal she wanted from the top shelf, she instinctively accessed Marionette's quirk, using the strings not to pull down the cereal but to control her brother and make him grab it for her and strangely, he started to receive static shocks when in direct contact with her that would often make her giggle, one of the only times she truly displayed real joy and happiness, and displayed other electricity manipulating powers as she grew older. The quirks of Formless and Marionette were not so strange, often a child would display a similar or identical quirk to one or both parents, it wasn't a firm rule but it was common enough that some heroes would choose a spouse based on trying to genetically ensure positive quirk traits, but electricity was completely new to them, and it took a while before Raphael came up with a theory, though he had no way to test it.
Amelia's quirk, if he was right, he named Death Echoes. All three of the quirks she seemed to possess belonged to the three people that had died in close proximity to her on that fateful night, her parents and the sole casualty of the League of Villains. His theory was that anybody dying close to Amelia who possessed a quirk would pass it on to her, she would somehow absorb it like she was absorbing a part of them, though how close they had to be he only had their old basement for reference, where all three had died. It seemed morbid, dark, but it was the only explanation he could think of; she hadn't shown his own quirk, he had seen her get injured many times with no regeneration, and she hadn't displayed Blacklight's nor any of the other quirk users she had met throughout her life, just those three specifically. As she grew older she began to use them more and more, often to get what she wanted from her brother or to trick him, finding amusement in the power she held while always being forgiven by her doting guardian. At age thirteen she asked Raphael to train her to fight, and on questioning her his fears proved to be well founded. Revenge. She'd grown up knowing about her parents, the truth had never been hidden from her, she had their quirks and their names were still revered as fine heroes who had died a tragic death, the League was still out there with their mysterious leader reported to have been one of the attackers that night. For Amelia, it seemed she didn't want to follow in the hero path exactly like Raphael once had...she wanted to fight crime but had come to the conclusion that the worst criminals didn't deserve mercy, they didn't deserve to keep their lives while their parents had lost theirs and the League needed to be shut down, permanently. Going through official hero channels was limiting, eyes always on them, the fame that had led to their parents easily being stalked and located, ambushed at home while they were at their most vulnerable. No, Amelia wanted to take a path of vigilantism and needed her brother's help to do it, needed to be trained to fight, needed a partner. He couldn't say no to her...he'd always been her protector...she would do this with or without him, he could tell that much and so the training had begun. All the martial arts techniques he had learned, the weaponry, the skills...tricks on how to use her quirks which she had tested on him, showing more than a little predilections for being rough, sadistic with her application of them, even scaring Raphael. Oh, he knew she loved him, often they would cuddle together, side by side on the sofa while watching movies in their downtime, she would play games for his benefit more than hers, board games, video games, just to spend time with him...yet because she knew he couldn't truly be damaged, she didn't hold back in her training or how she used her quirks. More time passed and he always refused to take her out to test her new skills, to risk herself fighting actual villains, even weaker, small time crooks. They almost all had quirks, all posed a threat and he didn't know what he would do if he lost her too but it was clear she was growing impatient. As a compromise, Raphael said that he would take her out on the streets to fight when she was at least eighteen years old, and she had begrudgingly agreed.
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Raphael stretched sleepily, hitting the alarm clock before it got loud enough to wake his sister, if she wasn't already awake. Finally, it was the day he had been dreading for a while now, ever since he had made that promise that he would take her out to find her first villain when she turned eighteen. Well...it was here now, her eighteenth birthday and while he knew she was well trained enough in combat and the use of her quirks to manage most opponents she was lacking experience against anybody but him. What if their opponent had a quirk she couldn't handle? The unknown nature of what they would be running into was terrifying for him, he had been constantly worried about her ever since the night thirteen years ago when their parents had been taken from them. It wasn't that he feared she wasn't capable, it was that he couldn't protect her, that anything might happen and he didn't want to go through that again, he didn't want to be left alone. Amelia was all he had left...his quirk would turn out to be the ultimate curse if she was killed, he would survive like he had before only to be left alone...just the thought of that happening had left him many sleepless nights including this one...maybe he had gotten a few hours as tiredness had eventually overtaken him, thankfully evading the nightmares that often plagued him. Ever since that night he had been holding it together only for her...his life felt it was missing any other stabilising presence, and the death of Blacklight had only made it worse. While the public remembered Marionette and Formless they had slowly forgotten about Abigail and Flynn Hart and their children Raphael and Amelia, allowed them to fade into the background and mercifully out of the public eye, which highlighted another issue with taking Amelia out tonight. Heroes. It wasn't just villains they had to be careful of, on the contrary they were hunting those, heroes on the other hand would be out on the streets too and the laws were very strict and clear; vigilantes were themselves villains, working against the law. Even if they saved a life, even if they saved dozens and apprehended a villain tonight they too would be breaking the law. They had their anonymity to be grateful for in that case, Raphael had long since been preparing for this and they had each created and designed their own costumes to protect their identities. His quirk was another thing...he had been popular enough in his days at U.A high, he had competed in the sports festival on live television and even had his provisional hero license at the time, the name Reptile would be recognised so he had instead taken a new one, Asclepius. Nobody else knew what Amelia's quirk was, he had done his best to shield her from that, had hired tutors to school her rather than sending her to public school beyond kindergarten once he had realised she was different from other children. He'd done the best he could to keep them safe.
Climbing out of bed, he took the time to shower, to get dressed in his usual shirt and designer jeans, this time opting for a red shirt. The house, almost a mansion in all honesty, was as quiet as it always was and so he turned the television on to the news channel while he made himself and his sister breakfast, smiling to himself as he took out the small cake he had bought for her and hidden in the back of the spare refrigerator. "Happy Birthday, little sister..." He spoke the words to himself while placing it in the middle of the table, chuckling at the memories of watching that movie with her in the cinema the day it was released. It was true, she wasn't usually interested in the things other girls her age had been, but they had seemed to bond while watching Disney movies together, one of the rare moments they both seemed to find real joy in, and the cake was in his eyes a reminder of that, that she was still his little sister and that her desires for revenge didn't have to completely overtake them. Laying out orange juice to drink and taking his medication to calm his anxiety over the situation, he finally laid a gift for her by the cake, wrapped in shiny green and yellow striped paper. Inside was the stuffed toy. something he had bought to remind her how much he cared about her, loved her for what she was, his little sister. Glancing over at the clock as he picked up his newspaper and sat down at the table, he knew she wouldn't be long in waking up now, he suspected she was already awake and getting ready to make her appearance, no doubt eager to pass the day and begin the hunt. Taking up a slice of toast, he tried to steel himself for the day's events, knowing he had done all he could. Their costumes were ready, their equipment, weapons...they had tactics ready for as many situations he could think of, they had tested various different combat tricks and combinations of her quirks to give her the best possible chances of success and had even come up with ways to use each other's abilities to team up and make it easier to keep her safe at his insistence. Finally, he had been tracking crime in the city with his parent's old tools, scanners and algorithms he had worked on and improved personally so that he could ease her into this. He was, despite being wary, ready.
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