June
Availability: Retired.
Availability: Retired.
About
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Ever from a young age she learned that she possessed great psychic ability. Growing up in Sierra Pines, she soon learned of the RHG. The exploits of its stars fascinated her as a child; they were her heroes, and she wanted to be just like them.
So she started training. Where many others were simply given their powers, she had to work hard to hone them, constantly pushing herself past her limits so one day she could fight the good fight.
Years of training and determination later she’s come of age. As she grew, so had her powers, and now she finally feels confident enough to challenge the RHG and its all-stars.
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Of course, training alone could never cut the deal. Practice makes perfect. Where she once beat up local bullies in the streets when she was young, she now dons the black hoodie and shades of a vigilante. Fighting crime as she goes is a way for her to uphold her ideals on one hand, but an excuse to put her training to the test on the other.
Whether she is fighting gladiators by day or scum by night, however, she is foolhardy in her belief to fight for the just cause. She never took life, and resolves that she never will.
When not in the field she spends her time in Canary Pete’s, a rather low-key local bar in the outskirts of downtown, near Sierra Pine’s wharfs. There she trains and meditates daily in one of the docks’ more desolate storages.[/spoiler]
Personality
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In a fight she’s tenacious and determined. She fights tough but fair, and will always give her opponent a fair chance and challenge them to put up the best fight they can. If she’s out fighting scum as a vigilante, however, she doesn’t shy away from dirty play, and will instead focus on getting the job done as swiftly as possible.
When not concerned with fighting, training or other business, which isn’t all that often, she’s more light hearted and open. She’s amicable but stubborn, usually convinced of her own right and not always taking critique from others as kindly, seeing how she’s already so rough on herself. For a person who can read minds she is also surprisingly naïve. She has a strong sense for doing the right thing, and always tries to be just and lend a hand where she can.
Ironically, however, she is a kleptomaniac, and a very good one at that. She’s a skilled pickpocket and her psychic abilities only make it all the easier for her. It’s a point of shame to her, a remnant of a past she isn’t all too proud to remember, allegedly, and she tries not to let it get the best of her.[/spoiler]
Appearance
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She prefers casual, light and practical clothing such as hoodies and jeans, and isn’t too high on fancy clothing. She also wears white handwraps if she knows she’s headed for a fight.
When she goes out to patrol the streets at night she wears baggy deep-gray pants, black sneakers, black gloves and a black hoodie. She puts on a black cap where she stuffs most of her hair, shades and a black bandana that covers her mouth to conceal her face, wearing the hood of her hoodie on top of her cap.[/spoiler]
Abilities
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How they work
Telekinesis
June can lift and manipulate any object within her line of sight solely with her mind. This is done by applying force to the location of the object, as opposed to the object itself. This means that using this ability isn’t always as easy as it seems. Things that are out of sight, or move on their own volition, are significantly harder to manipulate.
Telepathy
Telepathy is a complicated matter. The language of the mind is abstract, unlike the normal spoken language it is interpreted through impressions, images and feelings rather than spoken words. June can tap into the thoughts of those within a short range (about as big as if she were standing in the center of a normal room). She is capable of implanting ideas and feelings into the minds of others too, though it’s tricky. This is harder to achieve against minds that work differently from the human’s.
Strategy
June primarily uses her telekinesis on herself to, enhance her power, overall agility and leap great distances. This can be used both offensively and defensively, to strengthen her blows and lessen the enemies’.
She uses inception to trick her foes into striking her where she can most easily defend herself, or expose themselves where she can most easily strike them.
This, in conjunction with her experience and her reflexes is what always keeps her a step ahead. All this mixed into a highly-intelligent and clever fighter make her more than a force to be reckoned with.[/spoiler]
Shortcomings
[spoiler=]The extents and limits of her powers
Though there are many habits she now performs almost subconsciously, since the extent of her psychic powers are directly proportionate to her concentration and focus, trying to perform a second action will only lead to the first being cancelled out. Breaking her focus is a great way to undermine her powers, though it is no easy task.
In many ways, her abilities are like a muscle. Stronger when trained, but prone to damage and fatigue when overused. Pushing herself too far will eventually make her lose conscience.
She can lift about an object the size of a fridge up close, and about the size of a smaller chair in the distance, without overbearing herself. Generally, the larger or further away an object, the more it asks from her.
Trying to lift an object out of her sight goes about as well as trying to throw a basketball into the hoop with your back turned to it. Trying to manipulate something that moves of its own will is like trying to hold a wet fish, it’ll slip out.
A drawback of her telepathy is that she herself is subject to the mental state of those around her and this may inadvertently affect her own, for the better or the worse. Though she can try to filter it to an extent, there is no on/off-switch for this ability.
The problem with implanted ideas is that since there is no train of thought leading up to them they stick out like a brick, unless she simulates it, which takes time. This may not easily fool the smart. It’s less obvious if the difference is minute.[/spoiler]
Demonstration
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Lawrence, as she knew him in Canary Pete’s, or ‘Kid Sharp’ as he was known on the streets, was an errand boy for the local criminal underground: A black man, in his early twenties, with a long face, a lanky body and really ugly brown rasta dreadlocks. He was like a small, ugly chihuahua; kinda stupid, loud, and completely harmless. Whenever he’d get hold of a big job you could read it off of him like a child’s novel. It’d disheartened her when she’d found out what nefarious and crooked individuals he involved himself with, but now it was a guilty pleasure to beat him up.
She bowed over the old, green metal desk of her little office in the abandoned storehouse. Above the desk hung the blackboard with all the chalk markings depicting the goons’ possible positions and on top of the desk was the various pictures she’d taken of the place the deal was going down, along with her various annotations. Her expression grew stern and cold as she picked up one of the pictures. As much as she liked to kid about Sharp, the people he was involving himself with tonight were anything but a joke.
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“Look, all I know is that I have $50K here, the agreed amount, and if your dumb face is too stupid to see that then I don’t know what I’m still doing here!”
Kid’s voice was loud and booming, his fist tightly clenching the steel of the pistol in the pocket of his large black coat. He’d dreaded this deal the moment he’d heard they’d be buying the guns off of those damned Yakuza. Those freaky evil squinting bastards with their shitty English.
“We have a reputation to live up to, mister Kid. You are not the mister Robinson we agreed to sell to tonight.”
Their chief enunciated his words with that icy calm tone of his, tilting his head slightly to the left as he spoke and stared him down. This frustrated Kid even more and he sucked in air as if to start yelling even more, but he kept his mouth shut and merely turned his back. He was seething on his anger and cursing beneath his breath. Collecting himself he turned towards this impossible disaster of a man again.
He stared down the Yakuzas. The Japs with their squinty eyes and short spikey hair stood there in their grey suits, their chief subtly presenting his left hip from which a katana hung as he smirked his icy smirk he knew angered the black man in front of him so much. Kid really felt like punching this stuck up pig in the face.
“Fine, then I guess we just gonna have to take Rob’s money back and make outta here. My man will be quite pissy to know you rice-eaters let him down.” As he spoke he put on an air of indifference. This trick was a bit of a gambit, but at this point he’d rather be busting a cap in this guy than put up with his crap any longer.
He waved his index finger at his two burly goons, Jamie and Big G, closed the briefcase with the money in it, and made as if to leave. Before they had reached the big metal gate of the old ship’s hangar the Yakuza chief scraped his throat and conceded.
“Hold on now mister Kid. There will be no need for such a thing.” The man leaned closer towards him over the big wooden crate between them. “I’m sure we can work out a... mutual understanding.”
A wide smirk of fruition darted across his face, the little fish had taken the bait. He turned back towards the man, the triumphant grin still on his face as he walked back with much swagger and put down the briefcase on the wooden crate. With a gesture of their chief one of two Yakuza goons got to counting the money as both men concluded their negotiation.
“One more thing, mister Kid.” the suit added suddenly, “If we find out this is a setup, or you are not working on mister Robinson’s behalf, we-...”
His voice starved off as all of them turned their gazes towards the big, closed metal gate. A single gunshot had taken them all by surprise. Something was amiss.
Kid glanced around as he pulled the beretta from his pocket and took hold of it with both his hands, bringing it closer to his chest. He cursed and whispered pointless questions, something he always did when he was freaked out. He locked eyes with Big G and pointed at the metal door. With a curt nod the big black man scurried off to the gate, stopping next to the small metal door welded into the big gate. Behind him Kid could hear the Yakuzas arming themselves with their own wares.
Now he locked eyes with his other goon, Jamie, the fattest of the three. This one gave him a nervous nod as he turned his gaze and his pistol to the metal door. With a gesture of the hand Kid signalled G, who promptly opened the door in a single, mighty swing.
All raised their weapons in an instant, aiming at the entrance, but nothing could be seen. Kid called out to the sentries posted outside, but no response came. The silence and dread that hung over all of them was palpable.
Then, with a simple, loud “thunk”, all lights in the hangar turned off. Before Kid could fully process what happened he heard the loud crashing of breaking glass. His low key cursing turned into loud shouts as it struck him what was up ; It was that bitch in black. Again.
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With a gentle thud June landed amidst the shards of glass, graceful like a cat. She rolled forward and ended up behind a stack of crates she’d seen before entering from the upper rows of windows. Small cones of light filled the dark room, prior only lit by the crescent moon’s pale light as the men turned on the flashlights attached to their weapons. They had not come unprepared either, it seemed. It’d only be a matter of time now before they’d realize she’d simply turned off the power instead of having cut it.
Without further ado she took hold of the smallest crate of the pile, which was still larger than her torso, and hurled it at the closest source of light. A deep voice filled the room with a roaring yell of pain as the big crate crashed into him. It was rather hard to see what had happened to the man, especially considering that she was wearing sunglasses at night, but she figured she’d incapacitated the fat guy.
A series of faint, alarmed thoughts bombarded her now all of the sudden, and a quick glance revealed that three of the men were carrying away the crate with firearms. June stood up, yet as soon as she did a ray of light caught hold of her and she quickly ducked back behind the boxes as a barrage of bullets was unleashed on her previous position.
Even though most of them were filled, wooden crates were a rather shoddy cover. Another hail of bullets crashed into the wood behind her and she heard the planks shattering. This wasn’t going to hold forever. She gazed up and saw the faint reflection of light on the large metal beams next to the windows high up in the hangar.
Her focus went to her legs, and as she coiled up for her jump she felt the sudden push of her own powers propelling her upward. In an instant she pounced up to the large steel beam and before the gunner could properly react she leapt to him, landing right next to his feet.
On instinct she launched a kick at his rifle as she coiled up, rendering the gun inoperable as the force of her empowered kick bent the metal and broke the firing mechanism. The force tugged him sideways and before he could recover she swept his feet from the ground, knocking him out the moment he hit the floor, his gun clattering against the concrete floor.
She set her eyes on the band of miscreants dashing for the getaway van to her left, yet before she could act she was caught short as with a resounding ‘thunk’ the lights of the hangar sprung on again. One of them had found the lightswitch.
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Meanwhile, not far from there, Kid had accompanied the two yakuza to their van, not having brought a flashlight with him that night, having be
