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Living a normal life has always been out of Lillian's reach as far as she can remember. So, she chooses to abide by what was set out for her, allowing her to walk the life as a criminal.

Grow her power, and if you're lucky, allow her to establish a nascent crime syndicate and become one of dozens of players in the criminal world vying for power, use her superpowers and maybe a bit of luck on your side, you could become the boss of all the bosses not only in the Midwest, but all of America.
Character creation: From the beginning.
Long time lurker here, after some time, I'm doing my first quest about the criminal underworld and needing to be establish a Crime Syndicate at the expense of other organize crimes during a time where heroism as at all-time low after a certain event made heroes and their organizations near extinct. I'm also posting this before I lose my nerve, so there's that.

***​

You are Lillian Rose, and you are the eldest twin born of Jack Rose and an unknown woman. You are born with mutant powers, similar to that of your father's; you can control hormones, and pheromones, and influence another's mind but with the bonus that you also have a strong body.[1]

You don't remember much from your early life; other than the vague memories of a once-happy family before it deteriorated into screams and fighting between your parents for unknown reasons. There were times—not many, but a few—when you wondered if you and your younger twin brother were the cause of the fighting. However, what you do remember is that before things could get more violent between your parents, your father, deciding enough was enough, plans on taking the two of you away from this dysfunctional household.

Whether you admit it or not, you cannot deny that your entire life has been decided actions of your father.

And on Saturday, the 30th of November 1996, your father made a single decision that continues to torment him, yourself, and your brother.

[] Your father attacked your mother during one of their heated arguments when she threatened to take you and your brother away from him after exposing herself as an undercover hero. When the police and heroes alike came searching for him to make him pay for the assault, your father had no choice but to go back to his childhood town and seek refuge with his crime family to keep both of you safe. For his sacrifice, you have lived a privileged life as children and teenagers; getting everything you ever wanted if you asked for it and learning how to properly wield your powers without being caught, but knowing that like your other cousins before you, you are slated to be lieutenants in the family's crime business and serve its interests at the behest of your grandmother.

[] Your father was able to whisk you and your brother at night without your mother noticing. Though your father once hoped for a life of honest work and repentance when you were born, the reality of the situation has made him reconsider that stance. In the years following, he would create a small criminal syndicate of informants, drug dealers, street-level mutant enforcers, and other unsavory individuals and unspeakable crimes to protect himself, you, and your brother from heroes and other groups seeking to hurt you at the expense of being unable to train you properly on how to use your powers and taking care of you in a daily basis.

[] Your Father, not wanting to drag you down with him to the criminal lifestyle, decided it was best to give you up so you and your brother to have a chance at a normal life. Using his powers, he dropped you off at a wealthy home. Where he would watch you from afar, making sure you were okay, but never getting too close in fear of others watching him. He would, on the rarest of occasions, drop by to check up on the two of you, but for all intents and purposes, he'd left you behind.

[1] you inherited that from your mother.
 
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[X] Your father was able to whisk you and your brother at night without your mother noticing. Though your father once hoped for a life of honest work and repentance when you were born, the reality of the situation has made him reconsider that stance. In the years following, he would create a small criminal syndicate of informants, drug dealers, street-level mutant enforcers, and other unsavory individuals and unspeakable crimes to protect himself, you, and your brother from heroes and other groups seeking to hurt you at the expense of being unable to train you properly on how to use your powers and taking care of you in a daily basis.
***

Despite not remembering much from your early childhood, you could never forget how you woke up that night, startled by the sound of your door creaking open and the sight of your father entering your room at night. You had expected a punishment earlier in the day for yelling back at your parents when they were yelling at each other, maybe a stern talking-to in the morning at best, or a time-out at worst. Instead, you watch as your father stealthily makes his way to the beds, pulling back the covers of your younger twin brother's bed and scooping him into his arms. He struggled to carry him across the room, and soon enough, he was out of sight.

You wondered what your father was doing to your brother, but you were feeling drowsy again and thought it best to sleep again. Well, you would have if your covers weren't pulled away from you, exposing you to the cold air of the room. Before you could cry out, a hand covered your mouth, and saw it was your father. He placed his finger on his lips, a look of concern plastered on his face, and soon he started saying that you needed to be quiet or else the special trip he made for you would be ruined.

After nodding your head, he picked you up with some trouble and struggled to carry you across the hallway, down the stairs without falling over or making a sound, and across the kitchen to the garage entrance. You began to squirm a little in his arms as the light in the garage hurt your eyes, and the sudden but biting cold stabbed at you. Then he places you in the back seat and straps you in before quietly closing the door shut. You watched as your father hurried around to the other side of the car to open the driver's door, jam something into the side of the wheel, and drive off.

It takes you a good couple of minutes to ask him an important question:

[] Where we were going.
[] Ask if mom was coming with them on the special trip.
[] Tell him you want to go back home.

Your father ignores your question and tells you to sleep and that when you wake up, it'll all be better, then turns on the radio. You just look out the window as your sleepiness takes over.

***

The following days after your father whisked you away from home and your mother, was not an easy existence due to your father's paranoia for what he'd done. You moved from one motel to another at night, moving further away from home, never staying long or leaving the room without your father's explicit approval. Your father never let you or your brother out of his sight and made a promise to both of you that nobody would ever take you away from him. When you did sleep in the motel, he would take a chair and sit near the window and stare at the parking lots and nearby surroundings, checking to see if a fleet of police cruisers would appear to arrest him, or worse, that the clerk at the desk would somehow recognize him and report him to the heroes.

You like those days, since those were the days when your father slept in, and you kept yourself busy by:

[] playing with your brother indoors and watching cartoons with him.
[] Playing heroes vs villains outside with your brother.
[] Write-in
 
Character creation: From the beginning 3
[X] Ask if mom was coming with them on the special trip.
[X] playing with your brother indoors and watching cartoons with him.
Gained the following Traits:
- Abide by the rules:
Your father had been acting that way for a reason. Despite not understanding it all, you follow his rules and examples. (+5 to Charm, Community Relations, Negotiations, Reassurance rolls, -10 to intimidation, interrogate rolls)
- Longing to know: Though you never show it in public nor with your father, you long to know what happened to your mother after what your father did that night. (+10 to research involving your mother)

***
You couldn't help but smile remembering participating in many mischievous games with your brother, decorating the many rooms in which you stayed with childish drawings on the walls, tearing apart any paper and pasting them into shapes on the carpet floor, using all sorts of items you could find in the rooms to build makeshifts buildings, but more importantly, you relish the chance to the see your morning shows with Rocket Group, Captain Bennet and his special squadron, Miss Luvon and Arista being your favorites.

Watching the heroes wield a combination of powers and weapons, fighting villains and robbers, and saving the day made you long to go outside with your brother to act out those scenes. But your father's instructions were clear as day to you. Neither you nor your brother should go outside without his permission and supervision unless the people outside did something to the both of you. You can't help but smile at those innocent memories.

After a year or so of this, your father's paranoia lessened a bit, in due part because he couldn't subject the two of you to live in squalor throughout your childhood, and now turned his attention towards securing an apartment to live in. Against the promise he made himself, he began to use his powers more liberally each day, fleecing men and women of their wealth of trinkets of low to no value, suggesting that the more kindhearted of them should allow his him and his children to stay the night with them as he had no other means of shelter and to rob some of their wealth under their noses, and finally him charming his way to a good apartment at a low price in a city called Danville.

By the second year, your father's fears about the police and heroes taking you away had diminished enough that he started taking you both to a private school that didn't ask too many questions to be with other kids and to familiarize yourself with children your age, while he watched from a distance socializing with the adults.

When you talk with the other children, how did it go for the first time?

[] Queen Bee: The Social Butterfly.
It didn't take long for you to be popular amongst the children; you were the prettiest girl in any group, which won you popularity and acceptance by those you sought to impress and hang with. The boys fought for your attention by doing favors for you and sometimes gifting you things and the girls either envied, feared, or admired you and tried to befriend you.

Unbeknownst to you, you were subconsciously and unwittingly influencing the children around you with your powers to bend to your needs.

Traits: Proud Beauty, Elitist, Charming, Proud, Center of Attention.
Powers: Your powers start off at a higher level. You do not need to concentrate on using them to influence simple-minded people's opinions. (Lowers DC for certain individuals)
Abilities: Social/Diplomacy skills gain more XP, and have lower DC, but at the expense of stealth skills being harder to improve and having higher DC; You can use your powers as many times you want. Men and women, but particularly men, are more susceptible to your charm.

[] Loner: Alone in the crowd.
You never fit in with the other kids, not really. Every day, your father would take you to school, and every day you skulk in the back, talk to a child or two and that would be your school day.

Barring a few exceptions where your brother tried to bring you along with the friends he made, you were by yourself most of the time. And that fact has never bothered you one bit and in fact, you've enjoyed it.

Traits: Introverted, out of sight, Disguise, Observant.
Powers: You never used your powers, either consciously or subconsciously, you had no reason to. They remain stagnant and weak and will continue until you use them on others, which might prove difficult.
Abilities: Pickpocketing, Concealment, Detection, and Palming under the Stealth skills are more easily improved. Skills under the social/diplomacy suffer lower XP gain and have higher DC. You can, at best, use your powers twice a day, three if the need arises, but no more.

[] Plain Sight: The Devil in Plain Sight.
When your father took you away from home, he set guidelines and rules for how you should conduct yourself in public early on. Each day, you've lived by those rules to help guide you in school that you've felt uncertain about. When talking to students, you always kept them at arm's length emotionally, even when they told you that you were their best friend and confided to you, their secrets. As you attended school, keeping people at a distance has become second nature, as was learning their secrets.

Traits: Trusted, Friendly, Under the Radar, Extrovert, Deceitful.
Powers: Your power is average, neither strong nor weak, but it comes more easily to you and can even sway a group should you prove charismatic enough.
Abilities: You gain more XP for your power, and your reputation will be harder to tarnish without hard evidence to back it up, you also gain trust more easily and people are less guarded towards you.

[] Superior: Believer of a new order.
You don't know when you've felt this, but you've felt a lack of connection with the common people around you. No matter how much you try to befriend them, you are never able to view them as equals only as servants. Whenever they talk to you, you can't help but listen in with the intent to use whatever information you gain to pit them against each other in the next meeting. It was the only time you ever felt alive in school. Your father and brother are the only people you treat as equals and have any positive emotion from you.

Traits: Sociopathic, Manipulative, Scheming, Supremacist
Powers: There is something more to your power than you previously thought, and you know it. You can feel other people's emotions emanating around them, making them easier to read and single out.
Abilities: Lying comes naturally to you, to the point that no one knows if you're telling the truth or not. As does manipulating people into your schemes. But people can tell there's something off about you even though they don't show it.

Your father nodded with approval with how you handled yourself on your first day--and you swear you could see him smile at you.
***
As the years went by, you began to live, what most would consider a normal life. You were to attend public school, once your father got new identities, no longer needing your father to hover over you on whom you talk to and being able to wander outside by yourself and get a part-time job.

How were you as a student in the local public school?
[] You formed your clique of like-minded people. It helped pass the time, when you weren't in class, and bullies those different than you when you could. (You can't take this if you pick Loner or Hiding in Plain Sight)
[] You socialize with everyone and anyone you could. It helped you when it came time to spread rumors about people and watch it unfold before you, but more importantly, it helped you see how easy it is for people to be tricked. (You can't take this if you pick Loner.)
[] You kept your head down for the most part, occasionally talking to your classmates and other students, but mostly focused on your studies. Didn't stop some people trying to bully or try and take advantage of you. (You can't take this if you pick Queen Bee.)
[] write-in

After school, did you join any clubs or get a part-time job?
[] If yes, write in.
[] no

A/N
Next update should be the end of character creation. Sorry if it reads bad for jumping around in years. Didn't want to linger around too much in character creation.
 
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Character creation: From the beginning Finale
To say that your high school days were the best days of your life would be underselling how much you truly felt about it; you were in love with it. When the school year started, you were quick to socialize with the other students and manipulate the more useful ones to your benefit. Under the guise of a study group, it allowed you to copy off answers and occasionally pawn off your class assignments to the more intelligent students, stringing along the more socially awkward male students to do favors both outside and inside of the school in return for feigning attention to their needs and appearing to be a friend to the more anxious female students seeking advice in their romantic or in reality, sexual relationship with their boyfriends, and discreetly with their girlfriends.

As for the other students in school, you got along with some of them well enough to know their names, William, Debbie, David, and Judith, and act as friends for you.

Debbie was more focused on people, brands, stores, and clothes she liked and disliked, and William and David were more on things you didn't quite understand with cars, sports teams, and being a disruption in class. Other than that, they avoided talking about you or your brother's past outside of very select times, not Judith, she was a bit different than the other three, trying to make a genuine effort to connect with you and learn more about you and your family than what you were willing to share with the others.

She even shared some of her stories about her siblings and family, with her mother being the teacher for your brother's first class in the morning to coax you, but all you gave in return were noncommittal answers and lies.

The only students you loathe were Bianca, Jessica, and Marisa, and their small gaggle of judgmental friends that often gave backhanded remarks and holier-than-thou attitude toward anyone but themselves irritated you to no end. Still, you made an honest effort to remain publicly cordial with them as they began to spread rumors about you or your brother, if only so they could serve as lighting rods for students and teachers alike for the rumors you began to spread about everyone else.

Other than that, the classes you attended were tedious and troublesome to stay awake as the teachers droned on, with a few being hard to understand how they mumbled over their words. But it was all the more rewarding as the school day ended, and you went to Miss Whritenour's drama club. It was your heart and soul, as not only was it exceedingly more interesting than anything you could learn from all your classes combined, but it helped you improve in practical skills, such as improving control of your body language, how to tone your voice better, emoting better, learning to manage other people, going out of your comfort zone and taking risks when performing live in front of an audience or rehearsing on roles that didn't fit the image you had cultivated for years.

It did begin to take its toll on you with how many hours you practiced. But it was something you did with purpose, and it rewarded you on how to act in situations. So much so that you couldn't help but act in a subtle way among your friends, neighbors, teachers, or anyone else to see if they would catch on, even showing off in front of your father during dinner as he arrived home from "work."

Which were becoming a rarity since he often came home after midnight to shower, and rest to repeat the process the next day. That your father grew more distant from you or your brother as his workload began to overwhelm him was not lost on the both of you. That you knew how he earned his money did not bother you as much as, rather it was the increased frequency in which he argued with whoever was on the other side of the phone about what only you can assume were about politics, deals, and partnerships.

You soon realized that those arguments were getting more threatening with time, and he stressed the need for you not to be at home whenever he started to bring who you assume to be his associates more frequently. He even told you not to worry about it when you brought it up and instead focus on school and drama club for your future, whatever that may be. Not wanting to add more stress to your father, you oblige his request.

You still wonder if you had been more persistent with him, he would still be alive or changed how he operated.

How did your father die?

[] He was murdered, the police reported to the media. Your father, attending a meeting with a boss from a rival gang, was caught in a drive-by that miraculously left the other mob boss and a dozen or so men unscathed. The motives and reasoning for the killing remain elusive to the police, but they can only speculate that it was a seizure of power with the tacit support of another gang. You have hated traitors ever since.

[] He was killed in a shootout, an underling on the run told you. He was overseeing an important shipment from their overseas supplier and inspecting merchandise in the warehouses. Unfortunately for your father, the police had been tipped off by a union worker and rushed to the scene where a shootout began. Heroes were called in once your father and his men barracked themselves and proved difficult to dislodge, and the rest, as the underling said, was over.

[] He was killed right in front of you and your brother. The three of you were eating out in a restaurant after your performance in a recent play in the community theater. Complimenting your performance when an unknown man walked out of the bathroom and shot your father mid-sentence. His head exploded into a mess of brains and skull fragments, causing several of the other customers to start running and screaming. While you and your brother were too stunned to do anything but watch his headless body drop to the ground, bits of gore splattered the both of you as the shooter said something about a debt repaid.

The days after your father's untimely death were a haze to you. No funeral was held for him, no mourners for him or well-wishers for you. You did try and give him a private eulogy at home; he deserved that much, though you wished you had said something instead of sobbing in silence. Police searched your home, taking your father's possessions that would help them with the case. You stopped showing up to school as the other students looked at you with suspicion as they whispered how your father was a dangerous criminal, and teachers tried to pry into your home life with him. Your anger boiled beneath the surface, months before they praised him for being a pillar of the community for the good, he did. Now, they were talking as if he was a blemish to the community for things he was framed for.

You frown at those speaking ill of your father, the thought of punishing them crosses your mind before taking a deep breath and looking down at the pair of tickets on the table. Your brother had bought them to move to another city to start a new life somewhere, and the Greyhound bus would be departing in a few days.

You turn the tickets over and over in your hands a few times before placing them back on the table again. Memories about your life in Danville and your brother's words flooded back on how now a time was to start a new life in a different city away from all of this.

You hated it, but he was right. But the question in your mind, where to?

[] Liberty City, the bustling metropolis of the state. The local police are having trouble providing law and order to the citizens, the heroes are outnumbered but not overpowered, and gangs are numerous.
[]Freeport, a city along a river. On the surface, it is a city with a population of over 100 thousand citizens, but beneath it, gangs from outside the city are waging a shadow war for control of the city since the river that goes upstream to a different state and its capital city of Eagan.
[] Troy, a city downstream from Liberty City, this city's importance is due to being halfway between Liberty City and Millstadt and as such, gangs from both cities are fighting for control while the heroes and police work in unison to dislodge them.
[] Live a normal life (This ends the quest)

With a heavy heart, it takes you a long time to make your decision, but you eventually do pick one, packing only the essentials, you take one last look at your home before leaving.
 
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