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Lorenzo de la Riva

'His cheeks are dusted with gold from the kisses of Gods. He was always Apollo's favorite.'

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a character in “Hero Service”, as played by Layla

Description

LORENZO DE LA RIVA
you will find that it is necessary to let things go; simply for the reason that they are heavy.

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THE BASICS
CODENAMExxx.xavalanche.
ALIASESxxxxxxxxenzo, because lorenzo is a bit of a mouthful.
AGE/ZODIACx.xxeighteen, pisces.
SEXUALITYxxxxxbisexual.
HOMETOWNxxxxsitka, alaska. where good men go to freeze.

THE APPEARANCE
EYE COLORxxxxxicy blue. river blue. blue like the sky between dawn and noon.
HAIR COLORxxxxmousy brown in alaska. copper-streaked in california.
HEIGHTxxxxxxx.x6'0".
WEIGHTxxxxxx.x174lbs.

THE ABILITY
TITLExxxxxxxx.xxgravitokinesis.
DESCRIPTIONxxthe power to create, shape, and manipulate gravity.
NEGATIONxxxxxa shock that paralyses his body.
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come. for the sun has crept down in its cave; its warm red breath has blown away.


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FASHION STYLE
Enzo is never more comfortable than when he is stark naked. However, due to societal pressures, he has been made to cover his athletic build and rippling six-pack. Ordinarily, Enzo favours simplicity, electing a shirt and pants, topped with a bomper jacket in cooler weather. Often, however, he will roam the hallways shirtless, or in nothing but a fluffy white robe.


HERO UNIFORM
Like many heroes' costumes, Enzo's is skin-tight. However, the nature of his abilities requires a unique material, reinforced at the joints with a durable, hard black material resembling dragon's scales. The shimmering obsidian plates glint at his knuckles, wrists, shoulders, chest, and boots, allowing him to manipulate the gravitational force of these plates attached to him, rather than his body.

The most elaborate portions of his uniform are his shoes and gloves, which are thick and intertwined with crystalline blue, the only colour on his otherwise black uniform. The unique metallic contraptions at his hands and feet are wholly resistant to the force of his ability, able to stay intact as he leaps from buildings and tears through walls. They are gravity-neutral, shifting to his will without affecting his ability. He wears a mask over his face.


SPECIAL OBJECTS/MARKS/SCARS
A brutal scar runs from the edge of his right collarbone to his left rib - the result of his first and most fatal rebound that nearly split his heart in half. Another ripple of scars stretches from his fingertips to his forearm, when a miscalculation in training sent his own power rippling back into his hand, nearly shattering all his bones. A smaller scar graces the corner of his jaw, from when he tumbled off his bicycle as a boy and struck his chin on the ground. Others pepper his body from training - either due to the rebound, or because someone he offered to be the sparring partner for set him on fire and so on.


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i’ll always deny that i kissed her. i was just whispering into her mouth.


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boxing // singing // playing piano // warm baths // snow // the sound of rain // dogs // hiking // absailing // sci-fi and fantasy novels // eating // working-out in the gym // sparring // hoverboards // being photographed // holograms that enable a 360-view of his body // aligot potatoes



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senseless cruelty // selfishness // eyes that are too far apart // fish // jeans that are too tight at the crotch // food-capsules that compress all your caloric and nutritional needs into a small pod of sadness // techno music // wearing more than 3 colours at a time // being paralysed // hot weather

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you must not fight too often with one enemy, or you will teach him all your art of war.


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ABILITIES ⟶ GRAVITOKINESIS
Gravity bends to his will, allowing him to make objects and people 'heavier' or 'lighter.' However, his abilities apply unpredictably and unevenly to living beings, which might result in one leg drifting upwards as if suspended in zero-gravity, while the other sinks into the earth. He can usually only manipulate one body part at a time. In combat, he is able to pull the gravitational force to his fists to increase the strength of his blows.

Enzo's preferred use of his ability is to generate miniature repulsions that rip things apart with brutal force. While he can shatter small objects with ease, the larger the matter, the greater the strain on his body and the longer it takes to destroy. His ability to repel is also what allows him to produce gravitational force fields to deflect attacks. However, the larger the surface area his fields cover, the less he is able to sustain it, and as such, he only uses his defensive abilities to generate bulwarks the size of kite shields.

When manipulating the gravitational forces, Enzo must be in motion. He shatters objects by throwing his hand out towards it and breaks through walls by wrenching his arms open, as if tearing it apart from afar.

The most dangerous of his weaknesses, however, is the rebound. The failure to accurately predict the distance or mass of an object can result in his power turning back on him and tearing his own body apart. It has also occurred to objects and people around him in training, when attacks have been deflected by his shields, only for the force of the impact to bounce onto another object or person. Because of the - literal - earth-shattering effects of his power-gone-rogue, he has undertaken much of his training alone, in a highly reinforced room, or with people whose powers allow them to withstand potentially lethal rebounds.

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you will never be able to experience everything. so, please, do poetical justice to your soul and simply experience yourself.


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To say Enzo is confident would be an understatement - his unwavering self-esteem is resistant to any and all attacks. Enzo takes everything lightly, and is difficult to offend. He has a remarkable ability to hear everything as a compliment, even when they are obviously insults.

Enzo is what most would call a 'social lubricant' - there is no situation in which he could possibly feel awkward. He has been able to charm his way out of most situations. He exudes an effortless sense of ease and confidence, even in the direst of situations. Enzo is almost impossible to phase, even when faced with possible death. Despite his codename, Enzo is the furthest one could be from an avalanche - calm and infinitely patient, he is almost impossible to shock or irritate.

While charismatic, Enzo can also be immensely irritating. He has the tendency to ask benign questions about others' abilities and request that they use it for mundane tasks. He has asked teleporters to make portals to his wardrobe so he could retrieve a jacket, and attempted to roast a marshmallow in someone who could transform into fire. He uses his own abilities to float potato chips into his mouth, and implodes oranges he's too lazy to juice.

Enzo appears not to take anything seriously, but this is at least in part a facade. Having grown up around 'doom and gloom,' only to be thrust into the Hero Service where everyone has some tragic backstory, Enzo has elected not to contribute to the depressing aura of the place. He has mastered the art of shaking things off, though sometimes to an unnerving degree. He once horrified the nurse at the infirmary by walking in with an arm almost twisted entirely backward, after a fellow trainee had accidentally bent it backward when practicing their ability. He'd merely laughed and said that with his arm flipped around, he could finally scratch the itch on his back.


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how lucky i am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.


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HISTORY
Sitka was more water than land, more mountain than flat terrain. When Enzo tried to remember his home and his family, he remembered only the white expanse of the snow-capped hills. Enzo had been too young to remember his birth parents, or the long flight to Los Angeles where the adoptive father lived. Vincente de la Riva had not chosen the young orphan for his bright blue eyes, which his caseworkers had cooed over, or Enzo's calm temperament. Vincente had not even chosen Enzo because he wanted a son.

Vincente was a notorious and powerful arms trafficker operating from the underbelly of L.A. His gang had come to power during the chaos of the early days, when Super Humans roamed free. His right-hand had been a frightening woman called the Blizzard, who could summon tides of ice. She had escaped following the reforms and rumoured to have given up her powers, in exchange for a quiet life with a fisherman and her only son, in the quiet burrows of Sitka.

Vincente had not known if Enzo would inherit his mother's powers, but he had hoped. He had trained the young, impressionable boy, and in Enzo's desperation to please his adoptive father, Enzo had bent to his will, like a moth to a destructive flame. When his powers manifested, Vincente was delighted. He thought of how he could evade the authorities - by faking Enzo's death or whisking him to their arms operation over the border. Enzo had been willing to do whatever Vincente wanted, as all dutiful sons were.

During his time with Vincete, Enzo befriended the son of one of Vincente's business partners - a boy his age named Seth. Seth was a slight kid, pale and perpetually feverish, 'like a noodle dancing in the wind,' Enzo had teased. But Enzo would have done anything for Seth, even disobey his father.

When Seth's family tried to leave the life of crime, Vincente and his lackeys pursued them. Vincente thought that rather than making his partner pay, it was best to make an example of him and his family. When they moved to attack, Enzo leapt in front of Seth, throwing his arms up. Bullets pelted against the shield that rose from his hands. He screamed at Seth to run, before suddenly, he felt a jolt of searing pain erupt at his chest. It felt as if the earth had collapsed against him. He collapsed, eyes drifting shut as he saw Seth tumble, face-first into a muddy puddle, eyes unseeing, his shirt torn from the bullet that entered his back.

The Hero Service arrived before the fight escalated further. Vincente escaped, but he was unable to retrieve his adoptive son. Enzo was whisked away and mended by a healer whose hands shimmered as if covered in swaths of warm light. He would have died if not for the Hero Service, and so when he was tested and given the choice, he chose the obvious path of becoming a hero. He would fight, and make sure Seth was the last of the people he loved that Enzo failed to save.


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you will break, over and over again. you will heal, over and over again.


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CHARACTER'S CREATORxxlayla.
SHEET CREATORxxThe Writer's Voice
DIALOGUE CODExx#5E7D7E
THOUGHT CODExx#5E7D7E

So begins...

Lorenzo de la Riva's Story

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xxxxxxxSunhi was awake, if only because she had yet to sleep. Night had trailed its fingers across her skin, beckoning her to sink into slumber, but Sunhi had shaken its grasp as if it were no more than a pesky fly. There were too many things to be done and too many thoughts to be thunk to waste a third of her life in unconsciousness.
xxxxxxxSparks zig-zagged from her fingertips to embed themselves in the small machine sitting atop her crossed legs. She murmured soothingly to it as if speaking to a beloved pet or small child. The metal plates squealed like an injured animal.
xxxxxxx'There, there,' whispered Sunhi, as she wiggled her fingers between a narrow gap at its side. 'Got it!' Sunhi grinned, yanking a smoking piece of debris from the depths of the broken machine. She lifted it triumphantly in the air, before screaming and dropping the flaming piece of metal, that proceeded to explode at her feet. The shard was small, but no less scathing to the touch. Sunhi tucked her burned fingers to her chest, which were already beginning to blister.
xxxxxxxThe machine she'd been fixing leapt to its feet, wobbling around on unsteady wheels. It rotated its round head to look up at her, the glass panel across its face showing a series of decimals and punctuation marks that resembled a smiling face. It spun on its wheels and released a happy whirring noise.
xxxxxxx'Aww, don't mention it, Kibble!' The small round robot nudged the side of her thigh. 'Mmm, let's see what I have.'
xxxxxxxSunhi dug through the pouch at her side, pulling out a small screw. She held it out to Kibble, who proceeded to gobble up the little bit of metal into the latch at its midsection. The small creature was the first robot Sunhi had ever made. She'd been only seven at the time, and yet to come into her powers. That meant Kibble wasn't the smartest of all AI, but Sunhi loved her little robotic friend all the same.
xxxxxxx'Burnt toast?' a familiar voice asked from behind her. Sunhi turned to find Enzo waving at the smoke that had filled her room.
xxxxxxx'Oh.'
xxxxxxxEnzo raised a brow and leaned against the frame of her bedroom door, his arms folded over his chest. 'Oh? That's certainly not the usual reaction I get. The "oh's" I receive are usually much more enthusiastic.' Enzo smirked. 'Or breathless.'
xxxxxxx'You're not Kat,' Sunhi said bluntly.
xxxxxxx'Some would argue I'm better.'
xxxxxxxSunhi tilted her head, eyes glazing over with code as she searched the web. The silver faded back to a warm brown. 'No,' she replied matter-of-factly. 'Literally nobody has ever said that.'
xxxxxxxEnzo laughed. 'You're hilarious, little cyborg girl.'
xxxxxxxSunhi frowned. She hadn't realised she'd made a joke.
xxxxxxx'Sunhi,' Enzo continued. 'Sweetheart.'
xxxxxxxSunhi blushed. No one had ever called her sweetheart. Not even her parents. What did this mean? Was he-
xxxxxxxSunhi covered her body with her arms. Her eyes darted to the left and she grabbed a pencil, wielding it with shaky hands. 'I'm not- We will not engage in sexual relations!'
xxxxxxxEnzo pushed from the door and rubbed his palm over Sunhi's head. Her dark hair tumbled over her face, blinding her. She squeaked. 'Don't worry, darling. You're not exactly girlfriend material. More puppy or goldfish.'
xxxxxxx'I love goldfish.'
xxxxxxx'Good for y-' Enzo jumped back. 'What on earth is that?'
xxxxxxxKibble had rolled its away over to Enzo and bumped against his shin. The little robot spun, cycling back and forth as if unsure what was in its way.
xxxxxxxSunhi reached over and lifted the machine, holding it lovingly against her arms. 'His name is Kibble and he's my friend.'
xxxxxxxEnzo said nothing for a few moments, before nodding, as if everything suddenly made sense. 'Of course he is, little cyborg girl.' Enzo held out his hand. 'Come on, we have to be at the control room.'
xxxxxxxSunhi watched him warily, clutching Kibble against her chest. She grabbed a tissue from nearby and placing it in Enzo's hand, slowly grasped it.
xxxxxxx'Wow, I swear I've bathed in the last year,' Enzo said sarcastically.
xxxxxxx'Human hands have five million strains of bacteria.'

xxxxxxxEnzo was about to step into the control room when Sunhi tugged at his dark shirt. He turned around and looked down, further down, and farther down, before his gaze rested on the little cyborg girl. Interconnected lines decorated one side of her body, giving her the appearance of a computer that had been shaped into the form of a girl.
xxxxxxx'Yes?' Enzo mused.
xxxxxxx'It's 5:27,' she said, as if that told him everything he needed to know. He waited and she continued, 'We were told to be there at 5:30 sharp.'
xxxxxxxEnzo took her wrist and adjusted the watch she wore so it read 5:30. 'And now it's 5:30.'
xxxxxxxSunhi frowned. 'I have access to all the world clocks in my hea- Kibble!'
xxxxxxxKibble had rolled forward without them, spinning itself into the control room and bumping into a fellow member of Hero Team Zelta. Sunhi rushed over, somehow managing to trip over flat ground.
xxxxxxxEnzo looked on and yelled out, 'Don't fall! There's bacteria on the ground!'

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A snort left Kip's mouth, the sound slightly muffled against the mattress of his bed. He groaned, shifted and cracked his eyes open, blearily staring at the white colour of his sheets. He closed his mouth, and groaned in protest again, wishing he could block out the noises indicating it was time to get up and start the day.

"Too… early" he complained to himself, curling momentarily back under the blankets. His feet twitched and in his head, Kip knew he should get up. His body, however desired a few more hours of rest. The body, as always, won out and it didn't take long before Kip was once again drifting off to sleep.

He jerked awake only moments later… or perhaps ten minutes later. He wasn't sure. Though Kip knew by the booming of his alarm that he was well overdue to get up and leave. He looked at the time.

"Shit"

With a start, Kip jumped out of bed, flinging the blankets aside as he did. They joined the pile of clothing on the ground, among which his uniform was stored… somewhere.

"Shit.. Shit…" Kip groaned again, flinging off his pyjama shirt and kneeling down to quickly search the pile of discarded clothing for his uniform. He found the pants, what he assumed to be a fresh pair of underwear and socks… "Where is the shirt?"

Kip kicked aside more piles of clothing as he simultaneously started to change into his uniform. He had a foot in the leg when he found the top of his uniform and rather than waste time changing in his room, Kip instead, with clothes on his arms and hopping on one foot to fully pull his pants on, left towards the control room.

He arrived almost dressed. There was a sock trailing behind him and his shirt was only attached by one arm. It was also inside-out. Kip glanced around, attempting to slink in without being noticed as he righted his shirt.

"I'm on time! I'm perfectly on time" he announced once the shirt was on… only then realising that he had forgotten his shoes. "...shit."

A quick retreat was made, with Kip racing through the corridors, skidding in his socks as he rounded the corners. One shoe was beneath the bed, the other was hidden beneath a poster of Goldmine. Kip grabbed both and pushed the poster carefully beneath the bed, he didn't want anyone to know he was deeply obsessed with Lucas's older brothers.

He made it to the control room again in record time, jumping on one foot as he pulled his shoe on. Glancing around, Kip hopped over towards Enzo. "I'm not late, am I? Alveraz isn't here yet, is he?" Kip looked down at Sunhi, noting the slightly red impression of floor on her face. Had she fallen again?

"Maybe you could do your computer beep Boop thing to make the time go back so I'm not late anymore." Kip asked Sunhi, unaware of her and Enzo's previous encounter.

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Character Portrait: Lorenzo de la Riva Character Portrait: Riley Schofield Character Portrait: Willow Forst Character Portrait: Sunhi Na Character Portrait: Kieran Mac Niadh Character Portrait: Lucas Halloh Character Portrait: Anouk Vervloet Character Portrait: Katherine Mac Niadh Character Portrait: Leonida Armel
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”All members of Hero Team Zeta 422 will be in the control room at 5:30 sharp, full gear required."

From the comfort of a bed never made, Anouk groaned and rolled onto her other side. Now awake, she was instantly bitter, having been plucked from a lucid dream. She had spent most of it flying, and, to her delight, she had neither required wings to do so, nor experienced any such pain in the process. Suffice to say, she was far from eager to return to consciousness, where both factors were quite the opposite.

After several minutes of lying in tired reluctance, she clamoured out of bed, dropping her pyjamas to the floor in what had now become an act of lazy routine. For a brief moment, she stood naked in front of her mirror, face sleepy and sheepish. Then, she sighed, and with a grimace, put on her 'uniform'.

It never didn't hurt, but she had grown used to the pain of the scales by this point. They emerged, piercing and sharp, from beneath her skin, and folded to tuck flat against her body. Dark like deep water, they interlocked into what looked like a catsuit of navy crocodile skin. It kept the warmth in, for the most past, but nonetheless she threw on a hoodie before wandering down to the control room, as the morning chill lingered a touch too heavily. Her feet walked bare and scaled across the polished floors, and she winced at the cold, and then winced further, as she allowed the scales on her soles to thicken.

she arrived just in time to hear Kip offering what was, undoubtedly, something both insincere and unconvincing. She smiled at the first, and potentially last, amusing moment of the morning, before sidling over to Kip. In the midst of a stifled yawn, she nodded at Alvarez, concurring with Kip.

"Me too, Al. I've been up hours. 'Rise and grind' and all that."

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Character Portrait: Lorenzo de la Riva Character Portrait: Willow Forst Character Portrait: Kieran Mac Niadh Character Portrait: Katherine Mac Niadh Character Portrait: Naia Luo Character Portrait: Bronwyn Lapointe Character Portrait: Carter Evans
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It was definitely not Kip's coolest entry, but as he corrected his shirt and grinned at those around him, he shrugged off the potential embarrassment easily. Instead, he sent a wink at Bronwyn, having heard her words.

"Maybe you should lend me a few clones each morning so I can look as gorgeous as you." he suggested with a grin before blowing a kiss at his teammate. It was then that an arm wrapped around his neck and Kip found himself fighting for his dignity again as Carter attempted to ruin Kip's carefully crafted bed head.

"Carter!" Kip complained, trying to push the other boy off. He was a second away from viciously going for a nipple twist when he was released. Kip gave a laugh and elbowed Carter back before running hasty fingers through his hair to straighten it. "I'll get you back for that." he promised before turning his attention to the Agent addressing them.

Kip listened intently all the way up to 'field work', where he let out a cheer and pumped his fist in the air. He was ready to prove his stuff out of the training room and, if he was being honest, he was ready for the attention heroes could get from the public. Dreams of being showered in love letters and signing posters of himself looking heroic filled his head, and we're only broken when he realised that his twin sister had been placed on the other team from him.

Kip pulled a face and glanced at Kat, knowing that he would worry about her more if he wasn't with her. It was stupid, since he knew that she was fully capable of taking care of herself, but the twins were also stronger when fighting side by side. He had no time to complain though, merely having to mouth "good luck" at his sister before leaving with his team.

With a grin, Kip walked up to Lucas and clapped him on the back. "Lucky you, Lu, you've got me on your team to show you how to fight." He laughed and glanced at the others walking with him to the meeting point, "if anyone wants pointers, just watch me in battle. I'll teach you a few things."

Kip's self-confidence was usually what propelled him to push himself, but also got him in trouble more often than not. He wasn't the best fighter in the team, but he acted like it often enough. Regardless, when they arrived to hear their duties for the patrol, he had enough sense to listen attentively, even if he occasionally elbowed Enzo in excitement.

Will, standing behind Kip, had to marvel at his unprofessionalism. She knew he was a decent fighter, otherwise he would have been kicked out long ago, but the boy had a mouth that wouldn't stop. She didn't necessarily dislike him, but she didn't particularly like him either. Whenever something idiotic came out of his mouth, it made Will wonder how two twins could be so different.

The speeches were given and the Echo team were split further. Will moved to stand beside Naia, a friendly now directed at the other girl. She was relieved with her pairing, Naia was more than capable and Will could now look forward to what she hoped would be a smooth patrol.