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Joel Stone

"Strength and power doesn't make a hero, but hard work, patience, and a will to raise others' fortunes above yours."

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a character in “The Vigilante Village”, as played by katyisaladybug



{"You can shoot for the moon, but if you miss, you'll floating around endlessly in the cold, dismal depths of space.”}


|{Full Name}|
Joel Sebastian Seymour Stone

Most acquaintances and strangers who don't know him by the name of Officer Stone simply call him Joel or Joe. He's a simple man, and doesn't really have any distinct or funny nicknames that his friends use when around him. However, in the superhero world, he goes by the famous alias Dead Eye.



Grew up in Charleston, South Carolina. He now resides in New York City, and every once in a while, actually lives at the Vigilante Village to help with planning and just take a break from his crime-fighting career.


With sharp mahogany eyes that can both create and destroy, Joel Stone stands at a sturdy height of 6'1'' and weighs 190 lbs. He's slimmer and not as brawny as the other men who share his profession. However, he still has quite a bit of muscle around his arms and calves, and possesses long, broad shoulders that help whenever he's using intimidation tactics. His wavy brown hair, although unkempt, is not necessarily untidy, and is usually silky in texture. The small beard glued to Joel's face may appear smooth, but it is just as scratchy and defined as the strong, heavy brows that linger just above his hooded eyes. Perhaps Joel's best feature is his smile. Not only is he the lucky owner of pearly-white teeth thanks to six years with braces, but his winning grin is just something that anyone can believe in. His gait is confident and powerful, as it should be, and his low, gravelly voice is laced with a modest amount of country twang. Although Joel's manner of dress is very casual, he uses every opportunity he can to wear his signature leather jacket. It was a gift given to him by a friend, and it means the world to him.

After being forced to volunteer as a test subject by his scientist father, Joel was blessed with the gift of advanced accuracy. Able to use bows and arrows and guns with extreme proficiency, he is a talented marksman almost physically incapable of missing a target. This carries over to his combat skills as well. Although he may not be able to dodge every punch, he is quite good at landing them. So long as he moves, draws his arrows, and pulls his triggers quickly, he can pick his way through any pack of goons with ease.

|{Hobbies || Talents}|
Most of his hobbies and talents, unsurprisingly, are closely related to his work. He's educated in the martial arts of Aikido, Taekwondo, and Judo, and used to instruct kickboxing classes. He runs the armory at the Vigilante Village, which houses every kind of weapon from medieval swords to plasma guns. His job is to know how to use each and every one of them, and so he is a master at navigating his way around guns and blades he's never even used before. Besides his work, Joel doesn't have too many hobbies, save for his superb knowledge of the Twilight Zone and his habit of collecting old vinyls for his record player.

|{Fears || Weaknesses}|
There's not much he fears. With his two professions and habit of constantly getting into dangerous situations, he's seen more as a 24-year-old than most men have seen when they're forty. However, Joel is one of those people who would never be able to live with himself if he let one of his friends or family members die without trying his best to protect them. He has a bad case of "savior behavior" and doesn't realize that not everyone can be rescued. Like, for example, if you told Joel that two people he loves were dangling off of a cliff and he could only save one, his reply would be to save both, no matter what happens to him along the way. A constant offender of making huge promises he can't keep, Joel's flaws don't come from his demeanor, but rather from his altruism. Perhaps the worst thing about him is that he keeps to a strict moral code, and whenever he or someone he knows breaks that code, sometimes the decisions he makes afterwards can be a little skewed.


{Leader, Loyal, Altruistic, Sincere.}
Joel is almost everyone's favorite mentor at the Village, and looking at his inspiring demeanor, it's no surprise why. He's calm, compassionate, confident, and unafraid to get to know every person he meets. Because of those traits, it is very easy to make close, personable relationships with others. Leadership is his strongest and most visible quality. In fact, he is so good at guiding a group and getting others to follow his example, that Clover Collins, the leader of the Vigilante Village, keeps a watchful eye upon him in fear that he will abuse this gift.

Although it's quite hard for him to be unkind to others, Joel does have his flaws. Like any superhero, he's extremely altruistic, and will go out of his way to save anyone in need. He doesn't do it for the attention, but rather because he has an instinctive need to protect everyone he gazes upon. Obviously, this is both a boon and a curse. He also stubbornly sticks to a set of moral codes, which can lead to disaster if he or someone else breaks them. Angry Joel is a Joel that not many people would like to see. Also, he's notorious for making impossible promises that he cannot keep and always ends up disappointing the people he tries to help.

Joel Stone never lies. Not only does he think lying is terribly wrong, but he's a horrible liar himself, and just cannot do it even if someone tries to teach him. However, because of this, he attains a sort of sincerity in his words, and always says what he means. (Except when he's showcasing his goofy sense of humor, of course.) In conclusion, Joel is a gentleman through and through, and more loyal than a dog in the eyes of those who love him. To be on Joel's side is to be safe under his protection.


Joel was born to wealthy parents in the historic city of Charleston: the oldest and second-largest city of South Carolina. Being raised in a quaint, quiet atmosphere gave Joel the values and mannerisms of a gentleman from a young age. As a child, he was a goody-two-shoes and almost never got into trouble with his parents or the neighborhood. It wasn't until his teenage years, after his beloved sister committed suicide due to hallucinations from schizophrenia, that Joel became a little more rebellious. He got in detention once or twice and dated his fair share of girls, but still attained good grades in all of his studies. Joel knew from childhood that he wanted to become a police officer. It was just a dream boiling in his blood that he needed to fulfill...

So after high school, Joel enrolled in a police academy and began his training. It was there that he ran into a problem. He excelled in every topic taught to him by his instructors save for the most important one: firearms. He knew everything to know about CPR, self-defense, and use of non-lethal weapons, but when it came to shooting a gun, he just couldn't hit the target. It got so bad to the point where if he couldn't shoot straight, he ran the risk of not graduating.

He told his father, a scientist who worked at a confidential lab, about his plight. Instead of being consoled like he expected, Joel's dad came up with a brilliant idea. On a cold, misty day, he was invited to the lab to be tested with a new serum that his father had concocted. Joel was not told what the serum contained, but was rather tied down to a metal table and injected with a large needle. He writhed in pain, seeing green lights and hearing voices that were not coming from any of the doctors' mouths. He slipped into a coma, and when he awoke a week later, he found the laboratory barren and in ruins. Papers were scattered all across the floor, and there were bullet holes on some of the walls and pipes. Joel returned home to his mother only to find out that his dad was missing.

In the meantime, he continued his training at the police academy only to be met with another surprise: whenever he shot a gun, he always managed to land a bullseye. Joel tested his newfound ability a bit and came to realize that whatever he had been injected with had given him advanced accuracy. After graduating the academy and being confronted by a mysterious, eyepatch-wearing stranger with a shiny leather jacket, Joel attended the Vigilante Village for one summer and worked on strengthening his powers. It was through the camp that he found out about the mysterious fate of his father; a terrorist group had infiltrated the laboratory and had taken the accuracy-enhancing serum, as well as Joel's dad, hostage. Determined to save both his father and the powerful liquid, he traveled to New York and assumed the alias 'Dead Eye' after the nickname of the man who had introduced him to the Vigilante Village in the first place (and who's leather jacket he had attained thanks to the man's generosity). It wasn't easy, but Joel was able to take down the intense terrorist organization all the while rescuing his father, who had been forced to conduct experiments for the group under close surveillance and gunpoint.

While his dad moved back to South Carolina, Joel decided to stay in the Big Apple. He continued his crime-fighting career all the while getting a job with the New York City Sheriff's Department as a deputy and revisiting his second home, the Vigilante Village. He was made a staff member two years ago, and looks after the armory, where all sorts of weapons made by campers and other heroes who keep in close contact with the village are kept.

Two weeks ago, Joel Stone came across a young woman who just might change his life.

Him and some other deputies found a group of greasy men selling drugs on a street corner, and proceeded to chase them until one of the men led the officers inside his own apartment. There, in the midst of a shootout, he found a thin girl edged up against the wall, her legs cradled in her arms. Assuming that she was one of the men's daughter, he asked her to come with him. She said no. When he took a step towards her, a monstrous gust of wind knocked him hard against his jaw, and he fell to the ground. Realizing that what had happened to him was not something normal, he followed the girl out through a window and into an alleyway. He caught her, asking her if she had produced the supernatural burst of air. Squirming, she said yes, and he revealed to her that he was none other than a superpowered freak himself. This calmed her down, and seeing a bit of his deceased sister in her, he asked if she'd like to stay at his apartment for the time being while her dad did his time in jail. Reluctantly, she agreed.

It took her a while to trust him, but eventually Perdita Winkler opened up to Joel Stone and the two have become close friends. Because he feels she needs the training and the life experience, he is taking her to the Village, and is hoping that through the things she learns there, she will eventually wind up on an opportunity-filled path like he did.

Out of all the weapons he can use, Joel prefers using a standard Glock G17, as well as throwing knives whenever he's in the midst of combat.

|{Face Claim}
Jamie Dornan

Character Dialogue || #7F5217

So begins...

Joel Stone's Story

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Character Portrait: Khufu Nemesokar Character Portrait: Perdita Winkler Character Portrait: Nike ReMere Character Portrait: Kennedy MacClaire Character Portrait: Alexa Toretti Character Portrait: Sara Castitas Character Portrait: Joel Stone Character Portrait: Peter Alkaev Character Portrait: Nathan Maris Character Portrait: Lucian Blight Character Portrait: Seraphiel Lien Thompson Character Portrait: Lily Maris Character Portrait: Matt Alkaev Character Portrait: Mihyo Yoo Character Portrait: Kian MacClaire Character Portrait: Joseph Craven Character Portrait: Noel Fairchild Character Portrait: Desmond Walters Character Portrait: Cara Cadwalder
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{ Day 1 ~ Orientation }



The silver car decreased its speed once it came to the sandy, decrepit parking lot of the campsite. A rustic country fence separated the far-off cabins from the clearing, and the rolling Smoky Mountains of Tennessee were looming overhead like watchtowers. The sky was blue, cloudless, and welcoming. Everything was calm and quiet.

The golden-haired girl turned off the radio as she leaned towards the side window next to the passenger’s seat. She placed a hand on the glass, her eyelashes flitting faster than the wings of dragonflies as she processed the colors, the textures, and the sounds.
Joel stopped the car in front of the fence and turned off the engine.

“Well this is it,” he said after a few moments of silence. “You’re finally here. You made it.”

She gazed out the front window, her hands tugging at the bottom of her simple white v-neck. Her eyes darted around in their sockets, taking in the last of the scenery.

“There’s no one here,” she muttered.

“That’s because I had to get here early in order to help with the orientation,” he replied. “Just wait a couple of minutes, and this entire camp is going to be packed. Trust me.”

She shifted in her seat a little, uncrossing her legs and tightening her grip upon the pink crystal in her hands. It was her good luck charm, but he didn’t know that.

He placed a hand on her knee. “You nervous, Perry?”

She sucked on her lower lip. “A little, yeah,” she said with stiffened breath.

“Don’t be. You’ll get along just fine here,” he reassured her for the tenth time. “You’ll make friends and as soon as you know it, this place will become your second home. That’s what happened to me. That’s what’s happened to every single person who’s come here. You think I’m crazy now, but just you wait, Little Miss Perriwinkle.”

Giggling a bit, she turned her head to face his beaming visage. For a moment, he almost looked her age.

Jumping out of her seat, she wrapped her arms around him, and he did the same. In those few seconds, they were as inseparable as conjoined twins. They shared the same blood, the same heart, and the same mind, and although they were seven years apart, they practically shared a soul.

“Thank you, Joel Stone,” she muttered, almost feeling tears behind her eyes. “Thank you for everything.”

Their arms still around each other, he patted her on the back, his eyes gently closed. “No problem,” he said. “I figured you needed this. I’m sure you need this…”

Finally, they both released their grips on one another, and began to gather their things. She put the pink gemstone in her pocket, while he popped out the Led Zeppelin album from the CD player and put it back in its case.

She opened the door, and could feel the intensity of the fresh country air waft into her nose and beat against her alabaster skin. Joel opened the trunk, and quickly, the two of them grabbed their suitcases. Once they had everything, he locked the car, and led her through the gateway; two wooden planks with a sign on top that read VIGILANTE VILLAGE – EST. 1986. The letters were composed of white hemp cords that looked as though they would never fade away despite their years in the rotting summer sun.

Cabins and wooden huts that looked as though the Cherokee had built them circled around the man and girl as though they were in the middle of some ancient European square. He led her to a bulletin board near a large flagpole. There were two banners waving at the top. The first, obviously, was the American flag. The second was colored a light blue and contained a decorative crest composed of steel, seven stars, and a shield.

“That’s the flag for the W.A.O.H.: the World Association of Official Heroes,” Joel said once he noticed that her head was trained upwards. “They’re the ones who provide the funding for this place.”

He pointed to a paper on the bulletin board, which was green and had a bunch of slots for people to write their names in.

“When you find a place you want to room in, just remember to come back here and write the number of your cabin, and then your full name.”

“Okay,” she said. “Don’t know if I’ll remember that, but I’ll do it.”

He nodded, and their eyes locked. The caramel highlights within Joel’s dark hair glinted like gunmetal in the shimmering sun.

“Alright, Perriwinkle…this is where I leave you. Unfortunately, I have important matters to attend to.”

She snorted. “Important my ass!” she teased. “It’s not like you’re in the Bronx chasing after crooks and shooting up drug lords. You can unwind, y’know. We’re in the South now.”

She had said her last sentence in a drawl that partially mimicked his. He laughed and placed both of his hands on her shoulders.

“You’ll understand someday…when you’re in the same position as me and mentoring some little spunky girl with wind powers.”

She snorted again. “That’s a stupid thing to do! Why would I ever do that!”

They hugged again, although not as tightly as before.

“I’ll see you later, Perriwinkle,” he said before quickly disappearing into the dust.

The girl tightened her grip on her suitcase, twirled her lucky stone around in her denim pocket, and without delay, chose a path.

Every so often, she would look left and right, making sure that nobody was following her or that there were no ghosts around to haunt her or anything. Eventually, she found a cozy-looking cabin situated just underneath a large basswood tree. There was a small plaque on the door that had the number ’12’ nailed upon it with wooden planks. Since ‘12’ was a lucky number of hers, she took it as a sign to go in.

The creaky door slammed behind her, and the smell of pine wafted into her nose. The temperature was surprisingly cool and comfortable, and there was quite a lot of light. She smiled at the sights of the sofa, coffee table, and full-size refrigerator behind the island counter near the backmost wall. This wasn’t your regular, crappy, mosquito-infested cabin that she had read about in children’s books.

She groaned when she saw the sight of the ladder leading upstairs to the beds. Still, it wasn’t a skin off her back. Tightly grabbing onto the handle of her rolling suitcase, she propelled herself into the air with a large blast of wind, and gently floated down like a dandelion seed until her feet reached the second floor. With all her strength, she lifted her suitcase up upon the edge of the farthest bed, and curled her body onto the remaining part of the mattress.

This was it. This was the first time she would be in a place of social interaction with kids her age. It was tragic to think about, but it was happening and she was scared and excited and at the same time, contemplating why she was alive.

It would be an adventure far more entertaining than the ones she had created on the streets of New York.

Hearing sounds coming from outside, Perry lifted herself off the bed and scurried to the nearest window. She watched the teens her age pass by with wide eyes. She wanted to greet them, but at the same time, felt like a queen safe inside her castle tower. So in that moment, she decided to stay inside. Perhaps she didn’t need to go up to them. Perhaps they would come to her…



After leaving Perdita, Joel put both of his hands inside his jean pockets and sauntered towards the staff cabin. He had important matters on his mind, but at the same time, hoped he would be able to fool around with old friends and meet some of the new staff that had been hired during the spring.

Once he came to the large cabin that almost looked three-stories high in length, he produced a pair of silver keys, twisted them through the lock, and walked inside.

It was dark, meaning that no other staff members besides him had been inside the building yet. However, that still didn’t mean that Clover Collins, the lascivious woman in charge of the Vigilante Village, wasn’t inside her office.

He came to her quarters and knocked on the door, which was about a quarter of the way open.

“Clover?” he called. “It’s me, Joel. Are you in here?”

He pushed upon the knob a bit and realized that there was nobody home despite the fact that the lights were turned on.

Right away, he noticed the envelope upon her desk that had his name written on it in bright red letters. He strode into the room, which smelled heavily of lipstick and jade incense, took the envelope between his hands, tore it open, and read the letter inside…

Dear Joel (or if you’re not Joel, which I doubt you are, whoever may be reading this),

I am currently away in Georgia dealing with some important, confidential matters that are of no importance to you or anyone else. While I am gone, I ask that you take care of the camp for me in my absence. God knows how little I do for this godforsaken place anyways. You folks practically keep the site in one piece. Make the kiddies happy and entertain them as best you can. I’ll be back in a day or less. (Hopefully…)

XOXO and a lick or two,

Clover Collins

He folded it and placed the letter, as well as the envelope, back upon her desk. He raised a brow. Important matters? The vagueness of it all planted a seed of suspicion inside his head. Clover Collins was not a woman to trust easily. It was no secret that she had been a cold-blooded killer in her past life; working with a band of deadly assassins who had occasionally affiliated themselves with the mafia. Yet, somehow, she was let off the hook and eventually elected the leader of the Vigilante Village. She was charming, headstrong, and down-to-earth, but certainly not clear. Her motives were unreadable. Her true opinions, well…those were things that only the good gods above knew.

And yet she depended on him. She let him know what was going on, despite the fact that they hardly ever talked. Still, there was a tone she used whenever she talked to him that never failed to place tension in the air. She used charismatic words and gestures whenever she saw him, yet at the same time, her cat-eyes always glared at his with malicious irises that just screamed distrust. She didn’t like him. He knew it. He didn’t care why she didn’t like him, but at the same time, he wanted to know why…

Snapping out of his thoughts, Joel searched through the drawers of her desk until he found a green clipboard and a ballpoint pen. He grabbed a couple of the papers from inside the filing cabinet in the back of the room, and headed back outside, where he sat upon the front porch steps of the staff cabin.

The papers he had attained from Clover’s office had the names of the campers on them, their powers, ages, hometowns, and physical descriptions. There were even a few pictures next to the names of teenagers who had attended the camp in previous years. Relaxed and sturdy, Joel clicked the pen and languidly watched the kids enter the Village. As he checked off the names of the young adults who arrived, he finally had the feeling that this summer would be a great one.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Khufu Nemesokar Character Portrait: Perdita Winkler Character Portrait: Nike ReMere Character Portrait: Kennedy MacClaire Character Portrait: Alexa Toretti Character Portrait: Sara Castitas Character Portrait: Joel Stone Character Portrait: Peter Alkaev Character Portrait: Nathan Maris Character Portrait: Lucian Blight Character Portrait: Seraphiel Lien Thompson Character Portrait: Lily Maris Character Portrait: Matt Alkaev Character Portrait: Mihyo Yoo Character Portrait: Kian MacClaire Character Portrait: Joseph Craven Character Portrait: Noel Fairchild Character Portrait: Desmond Walters Character Portrait: Cara Cadwalder
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Sara watched as the trees whisked past. Majestic boughs stretched over her, casting dappled shadows that fell behind her as she ran. The battleaxe and twin hammers strapped to her back and thighs, respectively, gave her incredible stamina. She smiled and leapt agilely over a fallen log, the knives inside her robotic leg lending her speed and and adding height to her jumps. Sara slowed and her power core hummed and glowed as she caught her breath.

Feeling her semi-machine lungs expand to accommodate more oxygen, she sighed contentedly as she gazed at the wooden signs with the familiar words emblazoned in white- VIGILANTE VILLAGE – EST. 1986. Smiling and readjusting the bag on her back, Sara walked into camp.

She wandered around, weaving contentedly between the cabins she remembered so fondly. She briefly contemplated how many of her old friends would be gone.

Sara sighed and headed towards her favorite place in the entire camp- the arena. She couldn't wait to train, and with her new armory of this year, she was well prepared to kick some serious butt. She walked into the ring, drawing a scimitar and throwing down a small doubloon-looking coin. The coin shimmered and started to billow out in gold clouds that looked quite a bit like cotton candy. Sara tapped into her machine, enabling her aimbot and damage meters. The golden pirate that had emerged from the tiny coin lit up in colors, much like a heat detector.

Sara grinned- she'd been training with this small device almost all year, and it knew her style. A real challenger to her battle skills. She watched her opponent's color readings closely for indication of an opening. They circled, and with a quick feint and roll to the side from the cyborg, the battle was on.

The golden warrior leapt back, his agility and ability matching hers. Sara held her scimitar towards the pirate, and as expected, he attempted to disarm her by slicing at her wrists. She drew up the blade almost instantaneously, deflecting her opponent's blade and flicking it to the ground, immediately seizing his openings and stabbing down where his unguarded arms were.

He leapt backwards into the air, his agility enhanced as he did a flip. "Just like something I'd do," Sara muttered to herself. "I'm such a show-off." She swept as his ankles as he landed, slicing his left foot clean off and the right severely maimed. The pirate hobbled towards her, his speed and agility decreased but still retaining his brute strength. She exchanged a flurry of parries and thrusts with the warrior, eventually chipping off his fingers and a large chunk of his abdomen. He seemed to be behind today.

Landing a few more lucky hits, the pirate eventually sputtered to a stop, and Sara drew a small handgun and shot him in between the eyes. The pirate shattered into golden shards of glass, which shivered and flew up into the air, meshing and landing in Sara's palm as a coin once again. She exited the arena, her adrenaline and excitement for the new year pumping. She rubbed her warm power core in between her shoulder blades, and meandered towards a large tree where she leapt vertically into its welcoming boughs. She sat, dangling her feet- one metal and one flesh- over the edge of the thick limb. She watched the entrance, noticing campers begin to wander in.

Feeling her power core finally cooling down, she set her path in a beeline to her cabin of last year- Cabin Twelve, under the basswood tree. She pushed the door open hesitantly, listening for sounds and emotion. She sensed a feeling of brief wonder from upstairs.

Shrugging, Sara walked into the huge living room, swiftly scaling the ladder with silent footsteps. Slinging her bag down again onto a bed with no regard to the assorted deadly weapons and bombs contained inside, she quietly approached the girl.

"Hello! I'm Sara. Second year here at the Village. What's your name?" She offered a friendly hand to the girl, who had a seemingly innocent face and wide, doe-like eyes. Sara smiled- this girl was a whirlwind of emotion that she had no care to decipher.

The cyborg girl only knew that this new camper held adventure and memories-to-be in store, along with everyone new this year.