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Gillian O'Malley

"C'mon dude, stop ruffling my hair! It don't give good luck."

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a character in “Origin Stories: Heroes and Villains”, as played by Byte

Description

ImageName: Gillian "Serendipity" O'malley
Age: 22

Basics:
Bit sloppy around the edges, with a raggedy mop of auburn hair and a pair of muddy green eyes that convey a subtle anxiety that says Gillian is more likely to run and hide if you push a little too close to her precious wall. Not that she's at all socially inept, just noticeably awkward and quick to evade any subject centered around her; more so out of bad habit than actual shyness (not that many would think the latter of her). Her lanky stature and drab fashion-sense gives off a clear lazybones vibe, not helped by her above-average height that has given her ample reason to fuck up her posture in the hopes of not standing out. Bad backs? Pssh...

Hero or Villain: Hero in technicality more so than actual practice. Hey, if staying in Super-school gets the government dogs off her back she'll gladly get herself stuck twiddling thumbs in class.

Powers:
People can pressure Gillian into changing her callsign to 'Lady Luck' all they want, but so long as her own grasp on the lucky streaks that follow in her wake is as slippery as the next guy, she won't go for more than muttering "Serendipitous, like". If it's any consolation, Gillian is at least willing to accept that there's something odd about her miraculous luck. Ever since that faithful day she's missed out on three car crashes, won two bingo tournaments and hasn't had a daily run-in with a glass of beer being flown in her general direction. So it's a factor to think about, really.

To sum it up, Gillian's powers revolve around chance. Pure probability that something may or may not happen. It's not a matter of making things happen out of thin air. The pieces are already in place, it's just her powers that passively increase or decrease the likelihood of a certain outcome happening in place of another. The downside, though? Gillian doesn't seem to be fully in control of her gift, either bad or good luck strikes whenever she's near without herself lifting a finger for it.

How you got your powers:
Well, y'know, one moment some bloke has you at gunpoint stammering "money or your life". The next there's a suspiciously bullet-shaped hole in the wall behind you and a pair of cuffs on the poor sod who assaulted you. Didn't think much of it at the time, but his hands hadn't seem to shake so severely when he first put the gun to her face...

So begins...

Gillian O'Malley's Story

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Superhero. Me? Pssh, who’re you kidding.

It’s when you sit on the park benches that you get the littlest of niggling doubts in your head, and you realise considering actions and the consequences thereof wasn’t everybodies strong suit. Well, maybe not a park bench. But the local facility’s many designated brooding seats (or that one proper bit of chest-high wall that leans so damn nice) were a good a place as any to decide for the third time today whether or not becoming a superhero was a good idea.

Then again, Gillian had never considered an awful lot in her short life. But when life give you lemons and all that. So in hindsight, perhaps she’d done good knocking on the best superhero academy for advice.

Okay… She just happened to run into a couple of supers who were kind enough to guide her into the nearest facility.

She chewed thoughtfully on some candied ginger and watched the spectacle of a couple of younger trainees flinging the superhero equivalent of magic fireballs and the like for want of killing some boredom. From a safe distance, obviously. Gillian had quite enough of playing frogger with heroes-to-be who created a tornado if they so much as sneezed, so she usually took a backseat when the instructors weren’t around to resolve any issues.

That, and having one of these fellows walk up to you screaming your last name like it’s some freaking curse -- All the while having to explain to them she didn’t pull a whammy on purpose -- you kind of start having a fondness for the quieter places. Less chance of your powers setting off any unpleasant business.

“O’Malley!”

Serendipity indeed.

A giant of a man, one of the campus guards, had not so subtly edged closer towards the much younger woman, a scowl on his face that said there wasn’t a lot of room to muck about with this one today.

In the short year Gillian had been in the facility, she found there was very little trust with anyone who wasn’t a certified badass or other such status of hero. Trainees were often glared at and watched with hawk-like vision by a set of supers who’d taken to menial guard duty jobs. Usually big lumps like this one, too.

“That’s… me?” Gillian had a knack for talking to these guys like they were the most disturbing thing on the facility grounds. Some of them were, clearly, and she didn’t fancy a tumble with this hulking monstrosity.

The man jutted a claw-like finger in the direction of the head office. “You’ve been called for.” He said with a grunt.

Gillian’s mouth opened for a moment, wanting to object, but thought better of it and reluctantly headed for the office; making sure to bite very very hard on the tip of her tongue. As soon as she had turned a corner, Gillian managed to catch a glimpse of a young man waiting in front of the office door. Couldn't place the face, and she was sure she knew just about everyone in this place. If not by name, then definitely by appearance.

“A new face, huh?” She offered for want of greeting, stuffing her hands in the pockets of her hoodie rather awkwardly. “Welcome to superschool.”

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"Yeah, I guess I'm the new guy here. I found this card under my door this morning, so I came to the address." Dillon said as he held up the card.

Just then the door to the office opened and Standing in the doorway was none other than the legendary super hero Ink.

"Oh my god! You're Ink! It's a pleasure to meet you, I'm a big fan." Dillon started gushing before shaking the man's hand.

"Please, the pleasure is all mine. Come into my office and let's talk about your enrollment."

Dillon followed Ink into his office and sat in the chair in front of his desk.

"So here's the deal kid, I've been watching you for a while. I was on my way to take care of those thugs the night you got your powers, but you took care of them for me. I've watched you figuring out how your powers work and how to control them and I think you have the potential to become a great hero. However, to do that you need the proper training and you can get that here. So what do you say kid, wanna become a hero-in-training?"

"Oh, yes of course!" Dillon didn't even need to think about it before answering.

"Glad to hear it. How about you go take a look around the campus while I get the forms ready for you. And while you're out try to think of a costume design. I'll call for you over the PA when I need you to come fill everything out."

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Character Portrait: Gillian O'Malley Character Portrait: Dillon Black Character Portrait: Chloe Anders Character Portrait: Lily Moore Character Portrait: Vera McCarthy Character Portrait: Myron Sanders Character Portrait: Alex Lancaster (Ink)
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As Elle walked the card back and forth between her fingers, she stopped and reread it again. There was simply an address, no event, no name, no RSVP. Initially she threw the card away, but something about it compelled her it. So, there she sat in her car, pointed in the right direction, but not moving. She thought back to how she got the card. It was really quite mysterious given the fact that she had never told a living soul about her enhancements. Yet, this card came to her as though the person knew of her powers.

A few nights ago, she was awakened, by a whispered voice calling her name. At first it was startling, no one had said her name out loud since her family died, then she was curious who was calling her. With hushed precise motions she darted between outbuildings and sheds, through a hay field and beyond into the forest. The last time she heard “the voice” it gave her a riddle.

Beyond the woods
Over the creek
Spy a Red Oak
That’s where it’ll be

Nearing sunrise, she entered a field of sleeping daisies, and in the middle was the biggest Red Oak she had ever seen. High up in the tree and deep within was this card.

Snapping back to reality Elle put her car in gear and drove west towards the mysteries address. At first, she thought the GPS was leading her in the wrong direction (since she was in the middle of nowhere) when suddenly a massive building appeared in the distance. The abandon building looked like a warehouse or factory, but it didn’t look like anyone had been there in years. Elle drove up to the gate pressed the call button. She was actually surprise that there was a beep but then nothing. She pressed the call button again and this time held up her card for the dusty camera to see. Another beep was followed by a robotic computer-generated voice.

“Please place your card to the speaker and stand clear.”

As Elle drove through the gate a strange glimmer lite the sky and the once run down warehouse, was now a full running facility or some sort. A man dressed in black approached her.

“Miss Woods we’ve been waiting for you. Please park to your right and go in the double doors to the main office to finish your enrollment procedure.”

"What....what the hell is he talking about? Her confused facial expressions said everything her unspoken words did not.

"Miss Woods, do you understand me?" as he pointed to the parking at the right.

Mentally weighing the possibilities"I have two choices here......I could hit reverse and get the hell at of here as quickly as possible or park the car and see who has invited me here and what they know about my powers.

Although, the latter was clearly the most dangerous, Elle decided it was more dangerous that someone could know who she really was?

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As Dillon walked around the school he saw a woman in a car and another person directing her where to go and what to do.

"I didn't get someone to direct me, I just got a speaker voice." Dillon muttered. He walked around the campus for about an hour and learned where the more important areas were, such as the cafeteria and the various training areas.

"Mr. Black, please return to the enrollment office." Ink's voice came over the PA system. Dillon walked back and was given a stack of paper work with a bunch of little tabs sticking out to indicate the places he was supposed to sign.

"Okay, I just need you to sign in all these places, standard stuff really. Then at the back there's a page for designing a costume, you have a week to get a design turned in and it can be edited later, if you like, to suit your abilities."

Dillon began signing all the paper work as quickly as he could while Ink explained everything he was signing.

"Alright, now that you're enrolled, here's the key to your room. All the students enrolled here live on campus until graduation and it's two students per dorm room. You can return to your home to get your stuff, then the school will provide storage for anything extra that is too much for the dorm. We also provide a moving service to help get the job done quicker."

"Thank you, sir. I'll do my best here." Dillon said as he took the key and his copy of the paper work. He looked at the room number on the key as he walked to the dorms.

"Room 419. I guess that's my new lucky number." He found the dorm room and unlocked the door. The room was sparsely furnished. There were two of pretty much everything; beds, desks, nightstands, dressers and closets. There was a living room area with a large flat screen TV, a couch and two matching chairs. everything was pretty bland and plain in color. He checked the all the dressers and closets and everything was empty.

"I guess I don't have a roommate yet." He smiled as he looked around.

"Still better than the tiny apartment I was living in."

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After a day or two, Dillon had gotten all of his things moved into the dorm room. He still hadn't been assigned a roommate, but he was okay with that. He was used to living alone and this was a much nicer place than his old apartment.

The training facility/academy was beginning its first semester of training programs to get the new hero recruits ready and prepared for the life of a hero. Younger people in the academy who were still of high school age and younger, were also given typical high school classes such as math, reading and all the basics required of a public school. Adults were offered the option of college level courses if they wanted. Dillon declined and preferred to work exclusively on hero training.

The first class was at 8:30 in the morning and he dragged his way to the room with a large cup of coffee in his hand. He wasn't used to waking up so early as his last job had been working nights. He opened the door to see a number of new faces and two familiar ones. One at the desk in front of the class and the other sitting in another seat waiting with everyone else.

"Ah welcome Mr. Black. Glad to see you didn't oversleep on your first day." Ink smiled tauntingly at the sight of Dillon.

Dillon didn't reply with actual words, but rather let out a muffled groan through a forced smile and raised his coffee cup as if to give it credit for his arrival.

"I see. Don't worry it's only the first day, we won't go over anything too difficult and your sleep schedule will adjust."

Dillon took the first empty seat he could find and hoped he'd be able to stay awake through the class.