Exposure

Exposure
Player: @spectralshard
Origin:	Mutation
Archetype:	Brute
Security Level:	50
Server:	excelsior
Personal Data
Real Name:	Julia Monroe
Known Aliases:	Ex
Species:	Human
Age:	29
Height:	6,7 ft
Weight:	89
Eye Color:	Brown
Hair Color:	Brown, when active mutation, greenish
Biographical Data
Nationality:	Canadian
Occupation:	Maintenance worker, Private corporation
Place of Birth:	Quebec
Base of Operations:	Confidential
Marital Status:	Confidential
Known Relatives:	Confidential
Known Powers
Street Justice / Radiation Armor
Known Abilities
Experimentation (SoS)
Equipment
Visor
No additional information available.

Exposure Civil look

“Overview”

Exposure is a street-level Brute whose body was irrevocably changed by a catastrophic radiological containment breach. Instead of dying, her cells adapted — turning radiation exposure into regenerative stamina and latent force. She doesn’t glow or fly. She doesn’t wear armor. She endures. Her fighting style is visceral: bare fists, punches, hooks, and unrelenting pressure. Over time, her mutation makes each strike hit harder and each battle harder for her enemies to sustain.

She is often seen in high-pressure teams such as Dark Current 801, where her combination of sustain, threat control, and clean crowd presence anchors difficult pulls without gimmicks or shortcuts.

Origin & Background

She worked maintenance at a private research facility contracted to handle radiological cleanup and containment—the kind of place that quietly fixes mistakes no one is supposed to know about. Her job wasn’t science. It was survival: heavy doors, reinforced gloves, manual overrides when automated systems failed.

One night, they failed badly.

A containment breach flooded an underground wing with unstable radiation. Alarms screamed. Evacuation protocols locked down the wrong sector. She was trapped inside with no protective suit—only reinforced work gear and raw instinct.

She didn’t run.

She held the line.

Dragging injured coworkers out one by one, forcing jammed bulkheads open with her bare hands, she stayed in the hot zone far longer than anyone should have survived. By the time responders reached her, the radiation should have killed her twice over.

It didn’t.

Something in her changed instead.

The Mutation

The radiation didn’t burn her. It bonded.

Her body adapted—cells rebuilding faster, muscle fibers reinforcing themselves under stress. Wounds closed almost as quickly as they opened. Fatigue stopped meaning what it used to. She didn’t feel stronger in the flashy way. No glowing skin. No energy blasts.

Just this quiet certainty:

She could keep going… longer than anyone else.

Doctors called it impossible. Researchers called it priceless. She called it enough.

She walked away before anyone could decide what to do with her.

Why She Fights the Way She Does

Exposure doesn’t punch to show off.

She punches to end things.

No wasted movement. No dramatic wind-ups. Every hit is tested, followed by another, then another—pressure building until something gives. The radiation inside her feeds off momentum, turning endurance into power. The longer the fight lasts, the worse it becomes for whoever’s standing across from her.

She doesn’t explode into combat.

She wears it down.

Visual Identity

Costume #1 (Casual)

Urban streetwear with tactical accents:

Fitted black or charcoal jacket

Dark slim jeans

Tactical boots

Subtle radiation-green or gold highlights

Hair: Dark brown

No mask, no armor — functional casual look

Costume #2 (Heroic)

Fighter-scout aesthetic:

Black base with muted green or hazard accents

Wrappings, straps, and reinforced clothing

Minimal tech, emphasize grit

Hair light green; outfit blends street + hero utility

Exposure’s look avoids flashy radiance, opting for gritty realism and muted colorwork.

Battle Cry

“You’re already exposed.”

Alternate voice lines include:

“Protection’s gone. Now it’s just you.”

“I can do this all day.”