Powerplay
| Powerplay | |
|---|---|
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| Author | /u/PM_ME_UR_SIMURGH |
| Pronouns | she/her |
| Civilian name | Heather Knox |
| Alignment | Villain |
| Affiliation | Noncanon (Devilfish) |
| PRT Classification | Mover, Brute/Blaster, |
| Born |
November 24, 2001 Ashton |
| Died |
October 30, 2021 (aged 19) Elliot Lake, Ontario |
| Status | Noncanon |
Since moving to Devilfish, Powerplay has kept a relatively low profile, and most people in the city would probably mistake her for her Protectorate sister. For those that follow the cape scene closely, however, they'd know her as an "indie hero" with a tendency towards rougher treatment of suspects. Most notably, a situation in Ashton occurred when she tortured a Burnout mook for information, who turned out to be an undercover police officer working the gang.
Powerplay died in the 2021 Famine attack.
Character Sheet
Appearance
Heather is a little bit taller than average, with brown hair and eyes. In civvies she dresses slightly preppish, with a tendency for fashion that just happens to show off her muscles. Her costume is your usual superhero bodysuit and domino mask combo, white with a blue-gold dazzle camouflage pattern. Her nose has been noticeably broken in the past.
Equipment and Resources
Wealth Level: 4
Heather now lives with her sister (Violet), her bio-dad (Doug) and his husband (Randall). They have a modest home in the Blossom Heights neighborhood. She is presently bereft of car and other notable possessions. Violet and her share a car (2001 bmw station wagon, brown).
- Cheap shitty burner phone
- Normal human phone (also shitty)
- Costume
- Brass Knuckles
Skills and Specializations
- Knows how to beat the shit out of someone
- Can play the flute pretty damn well
- Decent at basketball
- Having real good biceps
Mentality
All things considered, the angst isn't as strong as it could be. Typically relatively outgoing, but with a little bit of introversion here and there. Since triggering she's been questioning her future, and what it might hold.
In costume, she's far more likely to let her fists do the talking. Kind of an asshole.
Power
Trigger type: Natural, single-trigger (non c70 trigger with twin sister)
Powerplay is a fairly straightforward flying brick style cape, with basic flight, a Brute effect, and a Blaster power.
Her Brute/Blaster side of things is where it gets interesting. Only one can be active at a time, and it’s not something she can switch rapidly or repeatedly (read: dont be a dick and turn on brute mode and then immediately laser and switch back. Y’know what I mean).
When her Brute power is active, any hits she takes are absorbed across the entirety of her body rather than just where she was hit. This applies to any damage taken, and does not reduce the force taken, only spread it out. It doesn’t change the type of damage either (ie bullets are spread out kinetic, lasers are spread out heat, banshees are spread out sonic, etc).
However, when she takes this damage an equal amount of force is put into her “tank” for use with her Blaster power, described here in a second. So if she gets hit with 500 points of laser damage, she now has 500 points in the tank.
When she toggles to her Blaster form, she of course loses that Brute ability and energy absorption, but it enables her to shoot golden-blue laser beams from her hands. She can make one beam a turn, which has the maximum force (mixed kinetic and thermal) of either a 9mm pistol shot or 10% of her tank’s energy, whichever is greater. She can of course dial it down to be nonlethal.
Her flying power is your generic superhero levitation. Think Glory Girl/Antares flight. It’s just there.
Backstory
When Mom and Dad split, Violet got to go with Dad, and Heather was stuck with Mom. It wasn’t great, to say the least. Her drinking got worse, they were fighting every night, and then she brought home Gary. Gary took it upon himself to blame Heather for literally everything wrong with the house. Dishes not done? Blame the kid instead of the mom who sat home drinking. Bills unpaid? Guess whose fault it was. Fridge out of beer? God have mercy.
The first time she tried running away, she had to hide a black eye. The second time he killed her fucking dog. The third time, something broke in Gary’s mind.
He made her start fighting. Underground fighting rings like some shitty fucking movie, that she didn’t even know existed. Of course it was fucked up, she knew it was fucked up, but what was she supposed to do? So she fought. She got her shit kicked in. He took her again a few days later. And again, and again, and soon it was… normal wasn’t the right word.
Up until she found herself at the Ruby Cornet, fighting under a tinkertech forcefield, and they put her against a fucking cape. She tried her best, but what was she supposed to do against an asshole who had superstrength?
One thing lead to another, and when she left that arena she had powers.
Gary tried to get her to go home. She told him to fuck off and smashed a hole in his stupid-ass Civic with its stupid-ass spoiler and stupid-ass fartcan exhaust. Took off before he could do anything about it, and finally she was free.
Well, as free as you could be when the city had just been quarantined. After a week of trying to find a way out of town, Heather ended up flying to her dad’s, still wearing the bruises and bloodied clothes she’d gotten when she triggered.