Description
Claire Moore is my given name, but you can call me Chaos Wolverina, or CW for short. I'm sixteen years old, white, and five foot two inches tall. OH, you want to know what I look like, fine by me; I have black hair, green eyes, and a large tribal tattoo across my left shoulder.
What do I wear? Creeper. Fine, I like large jackets and skirts with no shoes, happy now? My costume; Yellow and black just like wolverine, minus the stupid mask, hey if I want people to see my face, that is my business, although I do wear an eye mask that is black with long string, don't ask why, but I feel like a badass when I wear it. They cover everything, save for my face or head, hands, or feet.
Personality
I guess I am best described as distant around most people. See, I have never really lilked hanging out with lots of other people, been kinda a loner most of my life. Then, wouldn't you know it, I got the superpowers of wolverine with that Dual Universe thing, well some anyway. Oh yea, my personality, I guess calm would be a good word for me, well me when I am Claire, when I am CW, I act all crazy and whatnot, I figure that I could have some fun, and plus get some revenge. Not that I would hurt anyone while i was CW, not physically. No, I perfer to steal, kidnap from time to time for money, and challenge people for money. Don't look at me like that, I girl has got to stay alive in this tough economic time, and plus I need a new skirt to match my diamond necklace. One last thing you might want to know is that I avoid poeple when I am Claire mainly because I am very shy around people, so badly infact that starting a conversation with someone and tlaking about normal things is my worst nightmare.
Equipment
I don't really carry much, well I have a phone, and my purse, but I have mace in there, does that count? Let me see what else I have in here. A first aid kit, no idea why I have that in there, and a box of chocolate. When did I get chocolate?
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POWERS!!:
Healing Factor: This is probably my favortie power I have gotten, I mean it isn't really strong. Enough to recover from when my claws come out and scratches and burns, but not enough to replace entire organs or anything like that. Although being in a situation where I have to do that is one I will likely avoid.
Bone Claws: Thats right! Those badass claws are mine, but only bone, as I have not been part of a government super weapons project. They are cool though, strong as hell, and they don't seem to break or anything, but my knuckles blled when I call them, but it is healed quickly, so that is cool.
Superhuman Stamina: With the healing Factor, my muscles don't really tire out, so I could run forever if I wanted to, but I perfer not to run.
SKILLS
Close Range Combat- I have always been able to move around quickly, but with my powers and claws, i could dice a bitch before they saw anything. Not to mention being small allows me to shift my body pretty quickly, so I keep getting closer, even if someone is moving.
WEAKNESSES
Distance Attackers: I can dodge well, but getting hit hurts, and my healing isn't top notch, so I very strong hit could put me out for a while.
My own Temper as CW: When I am CW, I just really feel the need to taunt people, even when they are much stronger, so I guess I have to be ready for a fight because of my sometimes large mouth.
English: This might not be a superhero weakness, but in my english classes, I suck. Truely, I don't like writing, I perfer pictures, but I just have a hard time with some vocabulary, and have been told to get help.
History
Claire is an orphaned girl, her paretns killed in a car crash when she was six. She lived in foster care most of her life, but left when she was sixteen, and has moved into her own apartment. She started working jobs to help pay for rent, but she hates working for companies. She was in the park when the Irregularity Explosion occured, and was surprised at her powers. At frist she was confused, but she realized that this was a gift to help her in life, and so she became Chaos Wolverina.
She began to steal, took someone hostage for ransom, and being very bad superhero, but a good supervillian. Not that she would call herself that, she is only getting what she deserves after spending so many years in the hell hole of an orphanage, so she doesn't regret stealing, but she has never killed a civilian, the need has never arised for that.
So begins...
Claire was out for a stoll in Central Park, a lovely day she thought to herself. Sure she had skipped school that day, but she considered that fact unimportant given that she had superpowers, "Why should I have to go to school everyday?" She thought to herself, and realized she just didn't want to have to deal with people. It was never her strong point, but ever sense she got her powers, she never seemed to talk to anyone at school, but she surely made it up when she was Chaos Wolverina, always taunting people and messing around with anything she could.
She was wrapped in her jacket, something she actually baught, even if the money was stolen, but it was a nice jacket, $400. She decided to get something to eat and headed out of the park, when a thug appeared behind one of the trees, holding a knife. "Give me your money and that jacket, and you can come out of this without getting cut, alright little girl." He said, holding his knife in a way that seemed cute to Claire, he was obviously trying to go for small women, so not that good at robbing.
"Come on, you think that little kfine can hurt me?" She laughed, bringing out CW. He started again, "That's it little girl." He barked before charging at her with his knife. Before he could even attemp to stab her, she had drawn out her claws and slashed his knife into three pieces. His face was scared beyond belief. She then took it a step further, and slashed his chest, leaving three large claw wounds. "Now, that'll teach you to mess with people." She said with a smile before leaving, and heading off to find a cafe to eat at.
She found a place, small and cheap, and she ordered herself some tea and soup, and she sat outside, just watching people go by. She loved her powers, and how they had helped her, and she knew it was only going to get better from here.
Claire was finishing her soup when she overheard a crown gathering, chanting something. She payed her bill and walked over to see a boy with his mother, talking about how Young Wonderman has just saved them and stop a purse robber. This put her at a halt, she knew of him, but honestly wanted to get to know him, her mantra was, "Keep your friends close, and your enemy closers.". She didn't have many friends as Claire, although she had more than a couple of enemies as Chaos Wolverina. The owners of the stores she robbed, the family of the boy she kidnapped, and anyone who disliked use of powers in a general way.
She didn't even hurt the boy, except for messing with his head a little bit, and at the end he returned and she got $20,000. She made sure that money stayed in her apartment, no one was going to find it, even if she had to keep them silent herself.
Getting back to reality, she wondered where she could find a masked super hero in this city, and she continued to think of this until she felt her purse get snatched from her arm, leaving with a man running off into an alley. "Twice in one day, I really should move." She thought to herself before taking off and running after the man, where as any normal person would have screamed for help.
Once in the alley, she found the man at the end of the road, and surrounding him where seven other members of his gang, all of whom looked rough and were skin heads. Once one of the men saw her, they started wolf whistling, and talking about how they wanted to do things to her. "Give me back my bag, now or else." She said flatly, and after they laughed, two rushed her, trying to take her, she unsheathed her claws and slashed on their arms, nearly cutting of of them off and leaving the other with a bad bleed. After the members saw this, five more went in and faced similar fates with their chests, legs, and arms, all the while she was twirling around them, amking sure eveystep could be used to hurt them.
Once only one was left, the one who took her bag, he dropped the purse and pulled out his gun. This made her stop for a second, and he went on to say she was the devil. "You are the one who stole my bag, and now your friends might die." She said and started to charge to him, her faced covered a bit in bloood from her battle. He saw her come, and then as she would up her arm to swing, he fired at the exact moment her arm was swinging across.
Claire looked down at the new hole in her body, on her left side, downward, and felt a cold rush hit her. She looked to see the gang member, only his throat was gone, and what was left of him was now on the ground. She felt herself get light headed, and backed up to a wall and slid down. She put her hand on the wound, and then proceeded to take out the bullet. She read once that if a bullet was taken out quickly, the better chance you would have once you got into surgury. Not that she could reach her phone, it was too far in her bag, which was about ten feet too far for her. She wondered if she would heal in time to not die, but kept her hands on the wound and started screaming for help. "HELP ME, SOMEONE HELP ME!" She yelled, hoping that someone would hear and maybe call an ambulance, or failing that, that she would heal, she felt to cold at the moment to tell if she was.
Maybe he could meet that other superhero he had heard about lately. Should they team up or something? It'd be a great opportunity to make a friend and to save people, wouldn't it? But maybe this 'Wonderman' was more of a loner-type, and that he didn't like teamwork. It was possible, even if he did save the day. If that were the case, then maybe he would just be aggressive towards Zach. He wasn't sure if he wanted to get into a fight with another superhero if he could avoid it, and so he sighed and continued walking down the street.
Today seemed like a peaceful day, really. The sun was out and there were only a few white clouds scattered about in the sky, though none of them grey or otherwise signalling any rain to come. Zachary passed by a few people who looked like they were headed off to some meeting, judging by the fact they were talking on their phones and walking at a quicker pace. If only he had something to do, for school was out at the moment, and he had nothing to do really.
*BANG*
Or maybe he did.
Obviously, that was nothing else but a gunshot he had just heard and it wasn't too far away at all. A simple thought ran through his mind and he began to feel the armor as it formed itself around the very shape of his body. What was once clothes was replaced by the shiny, silver and blue metallic form of Guardian. With no need to fly, he started at a sprint towards the gunshot sound, only to be terrified by a scream.
"HELP ME, SOMEONE HELP ME!"
It was a woman's scream and that only made Zach more worried about the situation. He turned a corner and saw the entrance to the alleyway, which he turned into - it being the obvious location for near about any crimes. He had seen the movies and read the comics after all. What he saw was.... blood. Lots of it. A downed man there, another over there, they all had blood and either were moaning or hurt. But they were obviously punks. Of course he wasn't heartless, and he had the A.I aboard the suit contact the authorities immediately. That's when he spotted the woman who had cried.
He ran to her side, the clanking of his metallic boots echoing off the walls of the alley. "Miss, are you okay?" he asked, kneeing down to get a better view of her. He noticed a bigger splotch of blood, where she had been shot and instantly, his eyes widened. She was hurt.... and bad. No time for the ambulances to get here, he had to get her to the hospital quick. "Can you speak? I'm going to take you to the hospital, okay?"
Claire was lying on the wall, wondering if anyone had heard her, and if calling out was a smart thing to do. There was a lot of blood around, and although her claws went back inside, it was pretty easy to put two and two together. "Would make for good scare." She though and chuckled to herself.
All of a sudden, she heard something clinging off the walls of the alley. It sounded like metal, and she wondered who would be wearing metal boots in NYC. When a figure appeared nfront of her, it took her a second to adjust to the blueness of the person who was over her. She thought she heard of him before, when it hit her, "Gaurdian." ANd she knew her luck had just run out. She felt her blood less on her hands, so she knew she was healing, but she still felt weak as could be. "Miss, are you okay?" He sadi to her, and she chuckled a bit. "How do I look sparky? Because it doesn't feel like a kitten licking me right now." But she kept her mouth closed.
"Can you speak? I'm going to take you to the hospital, okay?" He said, which made her eyes widen. She couldn't go to the hospital, she would heal, they would notice, and then she would start getting question to which she didn't really want to answer. She could go to jail. This sent a twitch of fear inside of her, she didn't want to go to jail, she couldn't go to jail.
As he saw standing above him, she felt something grow inside of her, likey her kidney of something to that affect. ALthough she knew she was weak, she had to let him know she couldn't go to the hospital. "No!" She said, "I can't go to hospital. They will know, I can't please, take me anywhere else, but I can't go there, they will lock me away." She started to plead. She didn't care how bad-ass CW was, Claire was scared, and she wanted to go home. "Take me home, I will be fine. The adress is written in the forst of my date-book, right when you open the purse." She tried to lift herself, but felt white hot pain, and she yelled out a little bit. She pointed at her purse, thankful that she didn't have much stolen property in there, save for a few rings, which hopefully he wouldn't find. "I can't stand right now, sorry. But just don't take me to the hospital, alright?"
"No!" she suddenly spoke. "I can't go to hospital. They will know, I can't please, take me anywhere else, but I can't go there, they will lock me away." Zachary paused for a moment to take in what she was saying. The problem is, he didn't know what she was saying. Why didn't she want to go to the hospital? Wouldn't she die if he didn't take her there? That wound looked bad, very bad, so why would she put up a fight? He pondered for a brief second, then realized something - who hurt all these men?
Oh.
He noticed the closest man had misplaced his throat and that made him wonder..... He had his suit's AI scan the area for any form of weapon nearby, but all he really found was the gun the man had held and any weapons the other men had, though none of them had the ability to tear a throat out, plus they were too far away to be suspected in this man's death anyways. Too many questions raced through the young man's head but he knew now that she might be referring to this... 'mess'.
"Take me home, I will be fine. The address is written in the forst of my date-book, right when you open the purse." he didn't know whether he should listen to her or take her to the hospital right away. She could be a criminal, and that would mean he'd be assisting one if he took her back.... but then again, she didn't really sound like a criminal to begin with, so weak and helpless. Well, if he knew her address, then he could always catch her later, right? Right. "I can't stand right now, sorry. But just don't take me to the hospital, alright?" she pleaded and Zachary, though not quite one-hundred percent sure about this, agreed with a smile hidden behind his helmet.
"Alright then..." he said, his suit taking a brief note of her face before his HUD displayed some background information about Claire Moore. He focused more on her current address, rather then looking at the brief summary of her history, though his eyes caught the word 'Orphanage' at some point and he did feel a bit bad for her. He bother with nothing else, so he wasn't sure if she had someone living with her or not, but he didn't care regardless. He took off into the air, carrying her bridal-style, and soared through the air in the direction of her apartment. He never went too fast - she was precious cargo, though they did manage to reach the place in less than five-minutes which meant they weren't going slow as a car.
He glanced down at her. "Room number?" while he could've looked for this the same way he did with her address, he bothered not and instead wanted to make sure she was still there. If she showed unconciousness, they'd be at the hospital in a heartbeat.
Alright then.... Gaurdian spoke to her, which made Claire feel somewhat happy, even if she was leading him directly to her house, she just wanted to get away from the alley where she had committed a murder. He took her in his arms like a bride, making her blush a bit, which she hit under the blood. He took off towards her house, and she only realized afterwards that she had left her purse, "Crap! I need to get that later, if the police don't find it." She thought, and although she didn't have any ID in the purse, she was sure police had fingerprints from it.
Gaurdian started to fly towards her house, making her stare at the scene below her, which she saw by twisting her neck. New York looked great from up here, although the cold air was something that needed ajustment, "Where is global warming when you need it." They arrived at her building, and she wondered how he had found it without looking, but then realized that he had the greatest computer in the world attached to him, so he already knew her name most likely.
Room number? he asked her, making her wonder if she could trust a superhero, but still wasn't strong enough to walk back to her apartment. "Room 312." She said, and once they arrived at the door, she climbed out of his arms to unlock the room. she didn't have her keys, and she cursed under her breath. She suddenly had an idea, and placed her knuckle at the door. She unleashed her claws into the door, taking out the lock. She gently pushed the door open and was greeted by her home.
She found the couch, which was six feet away, and fell on it, thankful for not being in the air anymore. She felt her wound, and felt that it was smaller than before, so it was close to healing. "Me casa es su casa." She called out, inviting someone who should be her enemy into her home. Not that it was much, a simple three room apartment, only able to afford it by stealing, but she liked it. All around the walls were pictures of a happy couple, and in some they had a baby, her family. After she started stealing, she was able to hire a PI to see if any pictures remained of them, and he managed to findan old adress and broke in and got a picture album full of photos of them. SHe later had them restored and hung them around the house, her favorite being one of all three of them, she on her mother lap at she would geuss age 5.
She closed her eyes, but knew that she would not fall asleep anytime soon. "Thanks for saving me back there. Take anything you want except the pictures, I will hunt you down for those." She said, and looked over at her drawing on the table beside her. It was simple enough, a picture of a rabbit, and she smiled a bit. Thankfully she had hidden most of the things she took, with a few things laying about here and there.
"Me casa es su casa."
Guardian stepped into the house as invited, throwing a glance each direction in order to get a feel for the house. There was not much to look at - it was a simple apartment with nothing too special about it save for the few pictures laying about, scattered across the room in various places. He remembered seeing the word 'orphan' when he was looking up information about her, so he wondered if these were pictures of an adoptive family or something else. There was always that possibility, but one of them even had a picture of who he could only guess was her as a child so that meant.
"Thanks for saving me back there. Take anything you want except the pictures, I will hunt you down for those."
Guardian's head turned to face her instead of the many pictures surrounding them. Underneath the helmet, he raised an eyebrow. "I do not save someones life for a reward." his helmet zoomed in on her wound and to his surprise, it looked smaller than before. Maybe he had just been over-estimating the wound in the first place. Either way, he was a bit more happy to see that it didn't look as severe as originally thought. "My wish is only for yours and everyone else's safety, so I will not be taking anything of anyones, Claire."
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