Soul_Fane

Thunder Strike
Indicated recharge time: Slow
actual recharge time: 20sec

Soul Drain
Indicated recharge time: Very Long
actual recharge time: 180sec

Lightning Rod
Indicated recharge time: Slow
actual recharge time: 180sec

Here's hoping that it's a bug and not a typo!

Julia took another sip, and diverted her attention from the television for a moment. "I guess... mine is personal too... Not supposed to talk about it really. I've always wanted to make Paragon a better place to live. Didn't really know what I was getting into before it was too late. But now it's all I know how to do, so there's no backing out. To stain thy hand with the blood of justice..." she trailed off, as if reciting something. Throwing her head back, she relaxed, looking up at the ceiling as if to find some meaning in it that would explain everything to her.

A low beeping sound came from her closed laptop and a red right blinked dimly. As if coming out of a trance, Julia snapped to complete awareness, leaping of the couch and over to the tiny portable computer. Lifting up the screen, she intently read for a moment, then typed in what seemed to be a furious reply. Jumping back to the kitchen to turn off the coffee pot, she raced over to the now comfortable youth.

"I'm sorry Sebastian, but duty calls... You understand, right?" Quickly ushering him out the door and granting him a vibrant smile, "It was nice meeting someone in this complex. I don't get out much since I work at night. Hope to see you again." And she slammed the door almost right in his face as he heard the toaster pop from the kitchen.

Julia raised an eyebrow at his comment about "yummy" coffee. Pressing the grinds through the steaming water, she took the device and poured two cups. She gave him a smile as he looked about, looking for a place to rest his tush.

"I used to drink it to wake up in the evenings because there's no sun. Now I'm just kind of used to it. You can sit on the bed, if you like... I don't really have any chairs. Don't really have the need for them when that futon doubles as a couch."

Placing a couple slices of bread into the toaster, she came back into the main room, and offered him the mug of black murky liquid. Pushing slightly on the edge of the bed, the other side propped up to create a comfortable sitting bench. Reaching over to turn off the stereo and then taking a seat, she took a delicate sip of her coffee and watched the news. She continued to smirk and shake her head dissapointingly as superheros thwarted the petty crimes of the street punks, making their high and lofty accomplishments known to the starving media.

"So, What makes you want to be a crime fighter kid? I'm assuming this complex is still a housing developement for 'superheros', right?"

Her smile instantly sunk at the mention of her music. She didn't really care what it was, just so long as it was loud and abnoxious. She leaned against door, now fully ajar, and sighed, a somewhat blank stare on her face as she looked down at their feet.

"I... I don't know what it is... I just turn it on... to distract myself... from things."

She brushed a lock of snowy white hair from her face, and looked back up at him, trying to put her smile back on.

"Well, Sebastian. Can I invite you in? Maybe for a cup of coffee? I'm kind of a night owl, so I tend to forget other people are trying to sleep at this hour."

Leaving the door and her invitation open, she walked over to the TV and switched it to the news, where yet another righteous hero stood triumphantly over a defeated villain. Smirking at the report, she strolled over to the tiny walk in kitchen and began pulling out her french press coffee maker, searching for anything else that might classify as breakfast.

Julia caught a quick glance at the youth's newly bruised hand and and giggled as he shoved them into his pockets. The boy didn't look more than 20, and yet exceptionally strong for his aparent age.

She grinned and indulged him, "Yeah... Teenagers. Real hell raisers they are," she said with a wink. "But I can understand. My music's a little loud." She went back inside, the door slowly swinging open as she left it ajar, and she lowered the volume to a more conservative level. Her tiny studio was rather neat with the belongings she lacked to clutter it. A closet, a futon, a TV and a small dresser with a laptop and her rather sizable stereo on top of it. As she turned back to him, she spied her utility belt stern on the floor, and quickly kicked it under the bed, hoping he didn't notice.

Walking quickly back to the entrance. she gave him another smile, drawing his eyes to hers as she greeted him more propperly.

"I'm Julia Wright. Nice to meet you. Do you live in these apartments or do you just chase away unruly teenagers and do good deeds like everyone else?"

Julia lay in her bed, her music blaring, drownding out her own thoughts. It was what she wanted though, it was all she could do to stay sane some times. As the disturbing images of her thoughts began to leave her head, there was a light rap on the door. She sighed as she ignored it, only to have a sound of wood splintering echoeing from her door at the obvious frustration of her visitor. Slightly annoyed, but still able to put on her bright spirits, she flung her slender legs off the bed and Pulled the door open.

Looking to be in her mid 20's, she stood at about average height, her full red lips curled into a smile, her eyes an auqa blue as clear as a mountain river. She wore tight jean shorts on her slender hips, loosly fitting tube socks, and a sports bra that held a modest bust. What was the most striking about her was her shoulderlength hair, a pearl white as pure as snow.

Shouting over the loud heavy metal that had just increased in volume when she opened the door, she greeted the youth in a bright tone, "Hi! Is there something I can help you with!?!?"

Awsome... just Awsome... I will be awaiting your apartment story... I might join in

Julia Wright
Hero handle: Blizara
Station: Virtue
Skills: Ice Blast/Devices

BIO: Not much is known about the hero, "Blizara". She is suspected to have a military background, especially in the Covert ops sector, because of her intense physical training and her array of stealth oriented gadgets.

Her weapon of choice is her pair of Molecular manipulation gauntlets, designed to slow molecule activity in her targets, which causes temperatures to drop to leathal levels. With this combination of technology and training, she executes her undercover operations with extreme efficiency, and leaves nothing behind save for stone cold bodies and no witnesses with a visual ID.

Currently, she is allied with the Supergroup, Cold Front, taking on more shady missions that might stain a more righteous hero's reputation. Her "ghost" technologies are an oddity within paragon city, and it is suspected that her "Hero" status is only a cover for her real line of work.