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Revision as of 03:21, 22 July 2021


Beat
Player: @Hybrid Vagrant
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"Tag walls, punch fascists!"
Character Build
Origin:
Mutation
Archetype:
Stalker
Security Level:
Streetlevel threats without supervision
Biographical Data
Real Name:
Alexis Townsend
Known Aliases:
Alex, Beat
Age:
18
Gender:
Female
Species:
Human
Ethnicity:
Caucasion
Birthdate:
Unknown
Birthplace:
Paragon City
Relatives:
Unknown
Characteristics
Height:
5'2"
Weight:
117lbs.
Eyes:
Blue
Hair:
Brunette
Complexion:
Tanned
Physical Build:
Lean
Physical Features:
Status
Alignment:
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Chaotic Good

Reputation:
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Reputable

Identity:
Public
Years Active:
3
Base of Operations:
Paragon City
Citizenship:
American
Education:
None
Occupation:
None
Marital Status:
Single
Known Powers and Abilities
Sound Manipulation
Equipment and Paraphernalia
Inline-Skates
Attributes
 
   Strength
   Endurance
 
   Agility
   Speed
 
   Fighting
   Projectiles
 
   Durability
   Resistance
 
   Intelligence
   Psyche
 
   Intuition
   Charisma
 
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Work in Progress...



The can of spray paint clattered against the concrete, clinking merrily until it rolled up against the curb. The young woman drifted back and admired her work, a large upturned middle finger with a letter on each knuckle spelling out "Beat", her moniker. She considered it a vast improvement over the sloppily done crossbones with the word "Skuls" scribbled under it in uneven splotches. She began to reach into her duffel when the sound of a panicked shout cut through her headphones. Slipping them to the side she waved her hand toward her ear, drawing the noise in, and sighed. More gangs, more Skulls, more trouble. "Time to rock," she muttered to herself as a grin split her lips and her blades clacked against the street, the sound far louder than it should be and growing...



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