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Harper Yoon

"I am running away but I prefer to call it a strategic retreat."

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a character in “The Wounded World”, as played by rubytuesday

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alias: hermes
age: 22
sexuality: bisexual
occupation: forensic intern
hexcode: #FF6969xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxfreedom lovexx||xx good lifexx ||xx whatever




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ability:
She possesses the power of superhuman speed, and can travel on foot at speeds exceeding the speed of sound for hundreds of miles before tiring; she can also "fly" for short distances by flapping her arms (although she admits this looks kind of ridiculous) or by vibrating her legs; she can also use her speed to create small cyclones, she can create heat or shatter certain materials using extremely accelerated vibrations, and run up walls and across water; finally, she also heals at an accelerated rate. Due to the nature of her powers, she goes through clothes quite quickly, with friction burning away at the fabric if she isn't donning her 'supersuit'. She is in a near-constant state of hunger, due to her extremely fast metabolism.



quirks
incessant fidgeter
rambles when nervous
constantly corrects people's grammar
an excellent whistler
never without her headphones
listens to music when she is 'speeding'
a terrible driver
has two left feet
but loves to dance anyway
no poker face
bilingual (speaks English and ASL)
a feminist with a penchant for protest
got a bit of a potty mouth
fears
losing loved ones
embarrassment
public speaking
isolation
being trapped, particularly in small, enclosed spaces
















I approach most things in life with a dangerous level of confidence to balance my generally low self-esteem.




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appearance:
dark-eyed and quick to grimace, she's got a decidedly soft face. Her body is slim, bordering on gangly, and a decidedly average height of 5'6". Her skin is rather fair, although touched with an olive tone that thankfully doesn't burn too easily (not that she'd notice too much anyway, considering that she's far from the outdoorsy type). Her smile has often been quoted as her best feature, wide and bright as it is, the straightness of her teeth largely in thanks to four years worth of childhood braces. Her dark brown hair falls to several inches past her shoulders, although she cuts it short now and then, enjoying the change. The bangs, however, are a constant.

personality:
xxxxxHarper has always been a little bit divided- she caught in a swathe of indecision, never quite certain which direction her life is going. She isn't good at planning, as the inflexibility of such a thing frightens her. She is far more comfortable finding her way as she goes, making split-second decisions and thinking on the spot. She's developed a knack for reflex, even without her powers to assist her, and she always seems to find herself in bad situations- only to get out of them again using that wit that she's always been blessed with.

xxxxxShe's prone to being underestimated, for her dizzy ways -her difficulties with directions, her tendency to forget names or fall into daydreams- leave people assuming that she's airheaded, with little to contribute in terms of intellect. Thus, her impressive acuity, when it reveals itself, often takes one by surprise. So too does her wit, which she presents in the form of snark, sarcasm and jocular commentary. She is prone to getting political, and her competitive nature often leaks into her conversation when she meets those who disagree with her fundamental beliefs, or show ignorance to what she considers to be common knowledge. That said, she is still softer than some, willing to show restraint even when pressed to do otherwise. Then again, this may be because she isn't especially fond of confrontation, rather than that she is an innately deferential human being.

xxxxxAn unfortunate side effect of her abilities is that Harper is seldom not slightly bored. The world goes too slowly for her- everyone and everything in it is just a little behind her. She's first place in a race without a finish line, and with no one ever seeming to overtake her, there is little thrill. She can seldom stay still for long, and always has to have something to distract her, this more often than not being the hours upon hours of music she has stored in her trusty Spotify playlists. She works best with a melody in her ear, for it helps her to separate herself from the slowness of the world around her, and focus on her own here and now. Her impatience spreads to people, as she quickly loses interest, and struggles with distractions, though not for lack of trying to focus.

xxxxxExtremely talkative, Harper can ramble without few pitstops if given the chance. She puts a new spin on talking a mile a minute, as she finds that conversing with someone who shares her interests is another effective way of slowing herself down- even if those around her feel as though everything is actually going faster than it should. She is bolder than she has any right to be, unafraid to tease or flaunt her ego, which she sometimes flexes as means of hiding what is otherwise decidedly low self-esteem.

xxxxxCompassionate and empathetic, Harper tends to understand people quite easily, and is far from naive about the harsh reality of the world. She knows how powerful money is, and that people tend to be dedicated to their own greed and ambitions. However, instead of jading her, such a knowledge has only further inspired her to further her own justice, be it through her so-called 'superheroism' or her activism. She is dedicated to helping 'the little guy', and tends to immediately express distaste towards those in power, or those with a lot of money. Basically, every billionaire on the planet is already on her shit-list from Day One.

xxxxxPlayful and sly, Harper sometimes leans too far towards adding poetic justice to every victory. She enjoys stories with happy endings, and finds little more enjoyable than witnessing karma take its course. This tends to reveal a more impish side to her personality, as she sometimes, through her vigilantism, helps to push karma along a little bit herself. She is not quite vindictive, but she does toe the line a little bit at times.

xxxxxOften caught up in her own passionate wildness, her impulsivity has gifted her with many a regret- regret at not keeping her mouth shut, or turning a blind eye. All the whilst there is a pride there too, at holding her ground, and doing what she felt was right, even if the consequences of such a decision aren't ideal in the long run. Basically, she is an indecisive mess, too proud to admit it but too self-aware to quite ignore the reality, thus replacing the open acceptance with self-deprecating jokes and look-over-there commentary to distract others from her many shortcomings.



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Harper has a happier past than many a superhero, many of whom are framed by their tragic backstories and inner demons. Instead, she grew up with two loving parents, Connor Lee and Jennifer Yoon, who, since their separation, continue to be on amicable terms.

Harper was a 'late bloomer' as far as abilities go, with her powers emerging at nineteen, when she was in a car accident. Driving during a nasty storm (apparently, her craving for oreos was just that strong) her car was struck by lightning, and she crashed. Pronounced dead at the scene, paramedics tried desperately to revive her. Miraculously, they succeeded, and, to their amazement, found that she had sustained no major injuries from the crash, and was completely coherent, even after having had no heartbeat just moments before.

It was a miracle, but in Youngblood City, they had seen weirder things, and when Harper went home, she was completely naive to how her life had just been changed completely. It was not until the following morning as she tried to catch up to the city bus (car being totalled and whatnot) that she discovered her abilities. Since then, she's made a life out of forensic science... whilst doing a little heroism on the side, for justice's sake.

So begins...

Harper Yoon's Story

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Everyone's job would have been much easier if the villain's lair was exactly like it was in the movies. In a dark, old castle, or underground, or every obviously malicious. In reality, the villains rented the penthouse floor of an office building and renovated it into a base for them. A place to hide, or nap, or even just work and make connections. The thought of villains sitting around sitting around, drinking coffee, and even napping following a job, was strange. The heroes not only knew about it, they knew exactly where it was. But they weren't fools. Even if they gathered all their forces and marched up to the doors, they could be encountering an equally strong villainous side behind those doors. And even if they successfully stormed the building, they'd have the entire villainous side against them. It was agreed that the heroes would leave their base alone, and the villains would do the same.

But now, it seemed like their only hope. The few bedraggled heroes that had escaped, battered and injured, were heading straight for the building. None of them were exactly happy about it. But they were being followed, so they didn't stand a chance by themselves. They'd shaken off their pursuers, but they didn't stand a chance by themselves. This was their only choice. Spence was currently sporting a half-healed bullet graze on his side, a healing wound on his shoulder, and a cloudy head from whatever poison they'd injected into them. He'd healed some of the others, but hadn't been able to deal with anything. When he stumbled into the elevator in the building, holding the doors for the rest, all he could hope was that the reception wouldn't be a hostile one.

The heating and aircon in Sienna's building were both broken, meaning that she was spending more and more time in their shared office space. Her apartment was always either freezing or like a desert. Sienna had received her landlord's promise that it would be fixed today and that from this evening on, things would be back to normal. She sincerely hoped so.

She had emails to respond to and a blog post to write, so it suited her just fine to be in the office anyway. She didn't mind too much as the elevator doors pinged open- people were always coming and going. But when a number of unfamiliar, tired, battered bodies burst through the doors, she looked up. And then she realised who they were. "HEROES!" She yelled, shoving her laptop down to the floor and getting to her feet, drawing the knife from her bag in one swift movement.

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Harlow did not don her mask nor her pseudonym as she leant back in the plush leather seat. Instead, she wore a fitted pinstripe suit and a wan smile, examining her fingernails as the villain across from her argued his case. Or rather, argued for her to argue his case.

Truth be told, she seldom came here as a villain, and few of the villains residing in the 'secret lair' were aware of her double life as Knave. She was far more subtle than the others- quite comfortable in her normal life. She only really donned the second identity when craving a little chaos, or seeking a touch of vindication. The rest -the thrill, the danger, the wealth- she found came quite easily to her in the courtroom.

Thus, it was quite the coincidence that she happened to be here when all of the heroes arrived, pleading sanctuary. Hearing the ruckus from their separate room, she addressed the man across from her.

"Sounds like we have company- we'll have to continue this conversation another time."

Without waiting for his reply, she stood up and left the room, strolling lackadaisically towards where many of the other villains had accumulated. Raising a brow in curiosity, she leant back on the wall, cocking her head as the listened to the arguments being thrown back and forth, gaging the situation from the words exchanged.

She only nodded slightly as the others made the decision to invite the heroes in, not moving from her position as the wounded supers began to pour through the gates, some leaning on their comrades, others unconscious, being carried on backs and in arms.

One such super Harlow recognised as Eclipse, an ebony-haired girl with psionic abilities. Her aforementioned dark locks were matted with blood from a gash on her head, some of which had begun to rub off onto the cheek of the person carrying her. Like many of the others, the super had seemingly lost her mask in the chaos, and Harlow blinked in recognition.

Well, if it isn't that intern- what a small world.

Harlow didn't catch her gaze, however, for she was far too focused on the girl on her back. Even with her enhanced endurability, she was beginning to exhaust herself. Many of the people laying outside the doors had been delivered by her in desperate trips back and forth from the wreckage. She'd only been able to grab so many before the chaos had cleared and they had made their escape, and she was torn between frustration at her limitations, and relief to be alive.

Taking a step forward to address the villains (could she call them that, anymore? With their apparent sympathy?) she grimaced, looking down to spy a bullet graze in her left leg that she hadn't even realised was there.

"I'm Hermes. I'm... fast." But not fast enough, apparently.

"I can also help tend to people, once we get everyone inside."

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Knowing that he wouldn’t be much help after what he had done to track The Legion until they actually ever came face with the group, Felix stood from his spot near the window, still uncomfortable with the idea of so many new people in a usually sacred space for him. He was a bit wobbly on his feet because of the projection, but had felt worse, so there was no cause for worry for himself at least. He trusted Ferral, Cinder, and Raven to handle any of the immediate danger, they were strong defenders of this place, and always had been. He turned toward the huddled group of heroes again, eyeing their faces one at a time. It was an eclectic group, and some of the faces he could have sworn he’d seen before in passing on the street or in the supermarket.

He now noticed Knave standing off in the doorway, she must have entered the room when he was projecting. She looked the heroes up and down, and Felix knew she must be calculating something, she was always confident and smart, Felix wondered if she knew how to handle what was going on. He nodded a greeting at her and then turned back to the heroes.

”Well, if they’re handling that, why don’t you all take a seat.” He shifted unto his right leg, uncomfortable with having to take a leader position for the moment. He gestured to the seats in the common room behind him where he had been sitting before, and where he had planned to spend the night originally, perhaps that might change now. A park bench would probably suffice, it had before. He rolled his shoulders in around in their sockets and addressed the group. ”You all can call me Ghost, and I can’t do much to help heal you other than point you in the direction of the first aid kit, but I can make you food.” He moved towards the locker room, knowing one of the heroes would followed him, and unlocked the first aid kit, allowing them to access anything they might need.

He stepped out of the way so that the heroes could shift themselves into chairs an rest, and grabbed his bag to take out his apron from the restaurant. He’d been on his feet in the kitchen for around seven hours, but a couple more wouldn’t hurt him too much. He moved off into the kitchen, which had one island counter that bordered the seating/dining area, and began to look through the cupboards to see what they had available for enough people to eat. They didn’t have much, a restock was definitely needed, but they had enough to make a simple chili that Felix used to make years ago for a warm lasting meal. He began getting to work, glancing up every once and a while to ensure the heroes were taking care of themselves.