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Deanna Rouge

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a character in “The Variant Code”, as played by Thundergod1020

Description

Name: Deanna Rouge
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Power: Auratic Projection- Deanna can create a red aura that can totally encompass her or move from one limb to another, and acts like armor when fullbody, granting her immunity to things that have a natural form like fire, shrapnel, bullets, and blunt attacks, although sharp objects and arcane magic(magic with no elemental affinity, such as chronomancy) still work, and the aura acts like extensions of her body when only on a limb, and can take virtually any shape, as long as it doesn't go further than fifteen feet from her and isn't too outlandish(i.e., no giant cube that takes up the entire area around her, she'll be able to make a shape that's 4x4x4 at most, dimensions adjustable as long as total cubic footage doesn't exceed 64 feet). This aura can also be imbued with fire, although it's not really effective unless she's had it on the aura for a while to heat up.

When altered by the Nemean Eye, the aura becomes blue, and while blunt objects and natural elements can injure her, sharp objects, psychic powers, and arcane magic become useless. Also, in place of the ability to create weaponry, she gains a vastly extended range on her aura, up to 50 meters, and the aura becomes more focused on utility over damage and tanking, allowing for things such as Attack on Titan grappling hooks, springs for more ground coverage, etc. She cannot use both auras at the same time, and there is a three second delay in which she cannot switch between the two.
Weaknesses: Deanna cannot maintain her aura forever, and while it can tank a lot of damage, it becomes harder to sustain with each blow. She is also always vulnerable to whatever her aura ISN'T prepped for at the time, and being hit with that weakness shatters the whole thing. Attempts to game her powers by having contradictions like a flaming sword or a shotgun shell firing flechette and slugs simultaneously will just result in everything bouncing off harmlessly though.
Appearance: Image
The suit was made by Deanna in her spare time, and is made of a self-repairing fabric that wicks away moisture and is fire-resistant, capable of letting Deanna comfortably stay in environs of up to three hundred degrees Fahrenheit. Not seen in the image provided is her helmet, which, along with the heat resistance, has a polarized visor to keep her face from being seen, a radio-wave chip that blocks the signal from her helmet being traced, a facial-recognition scanner to notify her of other Variants and their powers if they've been mentioned by the news or been notified of in her underground network, and a minimap of the general area along with motion detection that shows up on the minimap which activates when she stands still so as to let the radar calibrate.
Personality and alignment: Driven and opportunistic, Deanna is Chaotic Neutral, vengeful against only the unjust to her. Creative, insightful, and focused, she can easily find a counter to most other Variants and then use it to her advantage. If the government knew who she was, she'd easily be ranked in the top 10 most dangerous Variants in the country. Well, dangerous if provoked.[/url].
Occupation: Owner and top editor of the Last Word Gazette, a newspaper company ranked among the top 10 in the world.
History: When Deanna was a young girl, she had taken an interest in science. This led to her becoming tutored by her high-school professor for four years. This led to her rejecting his advances on the last day of school. This led to him pushing her into a table holding several types of chemicals. This led to her latent mutations awakening. This led to him being held outside the window of the school by the foot until he promised to never speak with her or have anything to do with her ever again. After she graduated, she figured the safest place to hide her identity was where she could control what was said by essentially any newspaper in the city. So, with a few strings pulled by her family, who had friends in low AND high places, she became the head of the Last Word, the largest news company in the city, editing articles by day, giving the journalists something to write about at night with the criminal underground. A good time ago, she stole a one-of-a-kind gem called the Nemean Eye, which had been tested for how it could reverse the properties of anything that passed through it(light, magic, her aura, etc.), turning it into its situational opposite, making a fire spell ice, a healing spell necrotic, any light that would pass though darkens the area, the list goes on. Currently embedded in the left hand of her costume.
Crush: Gems, she has a fondness for rubies, sapphires, emeralds, and has dropped entire criminal plans after getting a few diamonds of ample size. Hey, isn't the point of crime to get what you want?

So begins...

Deanna Rouge's Story

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Two years ago...

Deanna grinned with a perverse pleasure as she stood on the roof of the Matsukoshi Skyscraper, where the Nemean Eye, a gem of incredible value, was being held for a scientific study on how light that traveled through it was affected in ways it shouldn't be. As she pulled her Zorro-esqe eyemask down, she jumped off the side of the building, her aura forming on her arm. As she passed the floors, she counted down in her head until the 37th floor, where her aura shot out and shattered the glass, anchoring itself in the concrete floor inside for her to climb up with. Alarms started ringing, but she ignored this as she launched herself across the room and deeper into the building. As she ran, her aura molded itself over her entire body, giving the world a red hue as it covered her head. At the turn of a corner, she ducked into a room, where she found the safe holding the Nemean Eye. She dropped to one knee next to the safe and poked the keyhole, letting her aura slither onto her finger and form the key, unlocking the safe. As Deanna stood up with her prize, slipping it into her pocket, she found herself face-to-face with the Matsukoshi security detail, that is, their own private army. As they leveled their guns at her, she dropped a single grenade on the ground. As it detonated, she was left the last one in the room by the men who saw the grenade drop. She formed a shield in front of her, the shrapnel bouncing off of her aura armor, and when the first guard looked in to see what had happened, she let her aura switch to her arm, piercing his shoulder and sending out three spikes, locking into place in his scapula.
"GET OVER HERE!" She screamed, yanking him towards her and knocking him out with an aura-enhanced punch. She then slipped back into fullbody and ran out the door, right past the still shocked security force, and jumped out the window, her aura forming a pair of translucent wings to escape from the building. She landed on another building ten blocks away, and then pulled the gem out of her pocket to look at her prize...


The night before the today of our story...

Deanna Rouge groaned with an intense desire to murder the bureaucrat who invented paperwork. As owner and Editor-in-Chief of The Last Word, tax time was coming up, and she was in no mood to have to deal with the inevitability of the IRS coming after her due to some unknown flub that one of the accountants missed, probably one extra zero in the wrong place. She was always willing to take on the entire city's police force if it boiled down to it, throw in that Variant team the government made too, but the IRS? She had so much to live for! She grumbled again in reluctance, then pressed a finger to the two-way intercom she'd installed in her desk and her secretary's.
"Shirley, how much longer until lunch?" Deanna asked, sounding like she was one pillow away from passing out from boredom.
"Ma'am... You just got in. At 7:00 at night, too." Her sec responded. Deanna had hired the elderly black lady for two reasons. One, Shirley was the only person capable of keeping Deanna in her office during the day, and two, she made the best damn chocolate brioche this side of the Atlantic ocean, and that's talent you keep a lock on. However, all the pastries on the planet couldn't save Deanna from the torture that was taxes. She DID perk up at Shirley's mention of it being nighttime, though.
"Perfect, so it's already time to start shutting things down!" She said, already grabbing her purple leather jacket and almost out the door before Shirley grabbed her by the scruff and dragged her back into her office.
"Two more forms, Deanna, and you ca-" They were already fully completed and in Shirley's hand as Deanna disappeared out the door, already having taken the 42 flights of stairs thanks to her aura catching the railings on the way down as usual. The grin on Deanna's face as she left The Last Word was enough to chill pudding for the required amount of time til tasty goodness. Her big anniversary was coming up, and it was going to be a night to remember for ALL involved...

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Deanna really hated it when people made such a fuss in the same area she was. She had just been enjoying her coffee to relax when Mr. Goodnessgracious came waltzing in and slinging his great balls of fire, dragging in the Variant hunters. She recognized Everette and Tanya from previous run-ins, which, thankfully, they'd never been able to match to her normal life, and Melodyn from news reports that her journalists had brought to her to be approved for post. Sighing, she stood up with her bag, walked to the ladies room, and proceeded to pull out her costume and-

"Where the hell is my helmet?" she said to herself, her bag not showing any signs of carr- "F***!" She didn't know why her cursing bleeped out, but at this moment, she was more concerned with the fact that she remembered leaving it at home today due to oversleeping and needed to get to work on time for once. Rolling her eyes, she formed her aura into a blue pair of scissors and ripped her black undershirt to make a Dread Pirate Roberts skullmask, which she immediately put on along with the rest of her outfit, hiding the bag up in the ceiling tiles. Switching back to her red aura, she burst out of the lavatory, made her fullbody armor, and prepped to bullrush the fire user.

"OI!I know they're out of croissants, but you don't need to get so hot under the collar about it!" she shouted, charging at him as he sent a fireball her way out of reflex. As it connected, she felt a light tingling of the heat the flame was producing as it immediately ignited her armor, cloaking it in flames, then immediately pushed through like it was nothing, aiming an uppercut directly as his chin. As she did so, she made sure to keep her mind on the team behind her as well. She was a rogue as far as they knew, and she rathered they stay ignorant of her identity.

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#, as written by Dae Mec
To Tanya's relief, Everette didn't seem intent on charging or attacking the flame-Variant. Now, she knew that the man had a reputation for indiscriminately killing every Variant. (Which was something that Tanya found incredibly distasteful. Not only was murder morally bankrupt, it also prevented the government from learning more about Variants in general. Specific cases aside, a live Variant was more useful than a dead one.)

Regardless, she was pretty certain that suddenly murdering people in a coffee shop, of all places, would draw even more attention. She hoped that Everette would choose to incapacitate instead of kill, but she wasn't very hopeful. Tanya blinked when she realized that Everette looked... scared. And had he actually whimpered? Tanya quickly ignored the surge of concern. That could wait until after the conflict.

"AGAIN YOU CONSORT WITH OUR ENEMIES! YOU MUNDANE HUMAN! PREPARE TO MEET YOUR DEATH AT ONE OF US WHO YOU HUNT!" Tanya really wanted to roll her eyes, though she barely managed not to. God, could you get anymore melodramatic?

"OI!I know they're out of croissants, but you don't need to get so hot under the collar about it!"

Tanya felt like slamming her face against the wall. Another one? Are you freaking kidding me? Apparently, yet another Variant had appeared out of nowhere. This city is goddamn insane. This particular Variant looked vaguely like a superhero. The strange person was wearing tight-fitting bright blue spandex... and a yellow cape. A cape.

The scout's eyebrows went up when she realized that the wannabe-superhero actually wasn't useless. In fact, she seemed fairly effective. Though the spandex-girl's uniform caught on fire, she sent a punch to the psycho's face. Nice, admitted Tanya grudgingly.

But most importantly, the girl had given her an opening by distracting the opponent. In one smooth move, Tanya fired her gun. The tranquilizer darts in the gun were a work of art. Fireproof, indestructible, and capable of piercing anything, the darts were filled with a gene-suppressant that temporarily dampened or suppressed powers, while at the same time sending a blast of chemicals that would knock out an element.

Just as fluidly as before, Tanya reloaded, prepared to shoot again if needed.

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The second she saw the dart hit Fireball, Deanna pushed her aura though the Nemean Eye, turning the entire thing blue as the fire that was licking along it extinguished. She knew the M.O. of the squad, bag and tag, and she was NOT going to let one of those things hit her.
"Hey now, don't point that thing at me unless you want it broken. I'm not doing anything wrong with my Variance{At the moment}, I just wanted to grab something to perk me up during my break, which, speaking of, will be up in five minutes, and I do NOT want to be late again, last time I ended up late I lost brownie privileges for two weeks, and that REALLY sucks when you- Digressing, sorry. Point being, I-" She stopped midsentence as her aura shot out of her shoulder and though the broken window, snagging a passing semi while another tendril grabbing the macchiato the teenager behind the counter had just finished making for herself. Reeling in both, she zipped out of the store and onto the truck while using the expectation of finishing her sentence to take them off guard, laughing as she rode away from the ruckus with a relatively free drink. Taking a victory sip, she saw a kid staring at her on the sidewalk, jaw dropped at the NON-caped crusader(Seriously, who in their fashion-straight mind gets a scarf and a cape mixed up?). Smiling, she waved and made a little V gesture with her index and middle fingers, seeing the kid grin as she rode off.

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#, as written by Dae Mec
Tanya listened as the superhero wannabe rambled about misusing powers. While it was true that she technically hadn't done anything wrong yet, spandex-girl was skirting dangerously close. Tanya paused. Wait... hadn't there been a—

Her train of thought abruptly derailed. She blinked. What? Had spandex-girl just... jumped out the window? That's not suspicious at all. Nope. Not even a little bit. And... had Everette just followed her? Great. Just great. Tanya stifled a sigh and glanced at the now comatose pyromaniac. Well, that problem was solved.

"Sorry about that, folks!" she said brightly. "The special effects just went out of hand a little. We were recording for a TV show. The producers wanted the reactions of the bystanders to be genuine. Our lawyers should be around soon with the release forms. Thank you for your cooperation!"

Now, she just had to wait for the clean-up crew. They'd be be here soon. Actually, they were already here. Out of the corner of her eye, Tanya noticed that everyone's cellphones had lost their signal. Ah. Good. The crew had already jammed connections. Once the man had been taken down, they'd come in.

The only thing that Tanya was worried about was the Central's reaction. For the oddest reason, Tanya really didn't think they'd be happy.

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Everette watched the scene play out in front of him, and he let out an annoyed grunt when Melodyn crawled by him. For the love of any God, why was she here!?! Honestly, he had just sent her home to be safe, and now the idiot has found yet another way to mess up what he was doing. I could kill her. Everette froze. He could kill her; his connection to her seemed all but gone. He must only have the connection at some points, or maybe he just got over it. He never, however, got over instinct, so he came to realize the true reason. She could change powers, and as long as she did not use his powers, he could be free from his connection to her.

He watched the truck that was going to carry the other girl away, but he knew it would do her no good. Everette wafted her as she went by, automatically memorizing the scent, and decided that she would die before Shilo the Waitress. His reflexes were still uncanningly sharp, so it did not take him long to decide what to do, except this time there was no one able to stop. He rushed over to a taxi with blurring speed, opening and ripping off the car door, and then he flung the car door as hard as he could, which was pretty hard. He had missed the target, the girl, but he decided that it was okay when he hit the wheel of the truck, causing it to fall of its axil. The truck swerved and ran head on into a nearby shop, going through the glass wall in a cloud of smoke and broken glass, and although he did not see what had happened to the girl, he smelled her and knew she was hurt at the least.

He only glanced over to the trio he left behind: a scout with no doubt a stack of paper-work for him that weighed a literal ton, a man who could catch on fire, and girl who seemed to know just how to mess his objective up. He gladly chased after the bus, and when he noticed the child bystander, he gave an awkward smile as if to say Hey kid, I am actually the good guy! No matter what happened, the Crew was on its way, and nothing survived the crew. Not him trying to avoid paper-work, not a girl that can lie, and not a wanna-be super heroine.

As he approached the gaping hole, hoping Melodyn would not follow, he smelled the girl, and prepared himself for the fight, tensing every muscle like loading a gun ready to fire. This, killing, was something he was meant to do since birth, and he knew that was his destiny. No one was ever asked what their destiny was, it is forced upon them, and his destiny was a lonely one filled with blood, a pointless existence that its only purpose was to end other existences. Again, he felt his burden grow heavy with the thought of his only purpose, and again he had to decide what he would do. He had no philosophy holding him there to endlessly serve his cause, but yet he still did. Did he love his country? No. Did he love his people. the variants? No. Did he love himself? No. Did he even love? No. There was no point in continuing the pursuit.

Yet he still was going to, so he prepared to kill or die.

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As the puppy neared her scent, it was overtaken by the overpowering stench of perfumes, an entire shop's worth smashed in by the truck he'd just destroyed. Any attempts he COULD have made finding her would easily make his nose feel like it was burning off and be a fruitless endeavor to boot. Meanwhile on the rooftop of the building three blocks down, Deanna, who had gotten off long before the truck had crashed, sipped her drink and wondered why anyone would consider keeping an emotionally unstable idiot like Everette on duty, he was clearly more destructive than those he was sent to kill and every bit as remorseless, as his lack of care for bystanders showed. If only he wasn't so bloodthirsty, Deanna could have used a murderer like him for her plans, but she'd watched too many cartoons to know that the dumb muscle types were best kept as inconveniences for the heroes, any higher up in the plans and they usually were the ones to ruin them. Keeping her laughter in her head rather than risking giving away her position, she took off again, her scent disappearing in the wind as she went from rooftop to rooftop.

Returning to her office via the outside of the building, she popped in through the opened window she had left out of and grabbed her spare change of clothes out of one of the drawers in her desk, getting stopped halfway through by Shirley entering the office.
"Deanna, did you think you could just leave in the middle of the day? Mm-mm, not on MY watch. You're gonna sit yo' little editor butt down and EDIT."