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Loved by the Gods
Taylor POV
Taylor felt a little nervous to be back at Winslow. Although everyone was saying she could do it, she couldn't help but doubt them, only to feel bad for doing so.
She heard a chuckle from beside her, causing her to blush. Turning, she saw the source of the sound.
A beautiful woman who had unblemished skin and a willowy, queenly figure. She wore an extremely revealing toga and a very… swollen chest.
"My my… eyeing me up, dear?" The woman asked in a teasing tone as she pressed her breasts together in a completely natural and seductive manner. Taylor immediately decided to retreat and look away. She most definitely did not hear anyone laugh at her reaction.
"Aphrodite, I am sure Taylor would prefer you not to seduce her so early in the morning." A man who stood on her other side chastised her. The man was shirtless, wearing a plain linen skirt. Instead of a human head, he had the head of a golden falcon.
Aphrodite immediately pouted.
"Oh Horus, must you be such a bore? I am sure Taylor prefers the distraction anyway," she said with a flick of her hair. She continued, "I still do not understand why we cannot simply destroy this accursed land anyway. Make the world remember the wrath of the gods".
Horus didn't reply. Taylor could tell he agreed with Aphrodite. To think that the only reason why Winslow still stood was because of her.
"I don't want to be labelled as a villain. Not only that, if I retaliate, then they win." She said this, clenching her fist slightly at the thought. She could feel the gazes of the two on her, inhuman and incapable of comprehending what she meant. She didn't mind; she has gotten used to how her friends can be. Better them than Satan anyway.
Classes were… quiet. It's not really a great sign, but it could mean that the trio has finally decided to back off.
With Horus's help, staying away was rather easy, and Aphrodite was good company.
It was only when it was lunch that the trio finally made their appearance. She could have gotten away, but Aphrodite wouldn't accept her eating in a toilet ("A toilet!? By the Gods, dear it's unsanitary. Especially considering all the djinns that hang around there").
"Well, well, well, look who it is! Taylor, I heard you stuffed so much trash into your locker before loving yourself inside. I know you are attention-starved with how your dad is, but isn't that a bit much?" Emma, the bitch, said it in a mocking tone. A few of her mindless followers laughed at her words.
Aphrodite frowned, the smell of the sea seemingly thickening. Horus seemed to grow; his height increased ever so slowly.
Taylor gulped. If these two get too agitated, their glamour might weaken or even fade completely. She could almost imagine the headlines: "Girl attacked her classmates with powerful projections". Well, it'll probably sound far more impressive than that; she wasn't that creative after all.
"Emma, I am not in the mood to deal with you today." She replied to Emma, putting as much force into her words as she could. Sofia raised an eyebrow as Emma seemed to freeze.
Madison didn't react to her sudden attempt at fighting back, instead choosing to fire back. "Did we strike a nerve, Hebert? Maybe you should just go back into that locker, where you belong."
Emma, who was able to get her grip, continued, What's wrong, Taylor? Was it so scary that you cried for a week?". She grinned as Taylor froze.
She dared? It was one thing to attack her and stuff her in her locker. But to use her grief against her? Something she trusted her with? SHE DARED!?
Rage seemed to fill her, the world seemed to grow hazy and silent. She could kill her, and the others would happily help. Smite her, tear her, rip her, torture her...
She could be free of them.
But what would mom think?
She breathed heavily. No, she was better than that. She looked Emma dead in the eye.
"I don't know what happened to you, Emma. I don't know why you have to always attack me just to make yourself feel better. But there are lines people shouldn't cross. Why shouldn't I cry for a week when I was grieving for the death of my mother? Someone who treated you like a daughter A person shouldn't spit in the memory of someone who practically raised you with love and kindness for no other reason but spite. Get help, Emma."
Taylor didn't bother seeing their reaction, instead choosing to walk away. She was done with them.
Emma POV
"You think she triggered?" She couldn't help but gape. That's absurd. Taylor can't Trigger. Not after the flute.
Sofia shrugged and said, "Well, you don't suddenly get more confidence for no reason at all. It is possible that it's something else instead."
Emma sighed. Sofia can be rather careless like that. But she wasn't wrong; after so long, there is no reason for Taylor to suddenly decide to fight back.
"What should we do then?" She asked. If Taylor really was a Parahuman, then things could get bad fast. Sofia didn't seem worried, though.
"Nothing much, really. If she uses her power at school, not only will it out her, it will also give us ammunition to use against her," Sofia replied with a cruel smirk, one that Emma mirrored after hearing what she said.
That was true; Parahumans had strict laws. If she used her powers, they could ruin her.
"That's true, but you'd best be careful. She could attack anywhere else as well."
Emma nodded at that as well; she should... Wait, who said that?
Sofia immediately jumped up, turning to the voice. Emma did the same.
A man. A tall, sexy, magnetic, charismatic, devilishly handsome, incredibly charming, dark-haired man with a model-like face and a muscular body Sitting in her open window with the full moon shining behind him.
She gulped, suddenly feeling a little hot.
"Who are you!? We will call the cops!" Sofia shouted at the man, holding her pen out threateningly.
The man laughed. It was a charming laugh. But there was no humour in his voice. No, all she felt was rage.
"Who am I? Well, allow me to introduce myself," the man said, standing, and with a quick bow he continued, "Lucifer Morningstar, not so much of a pleasure."
The two girls blinked.
Sofia groaned, "Seriously? So you are just some nut job, huh?"
"Lucifer" smiled, but his eyes hardened. A sudden, boisterous laugh distracted them.
"I told you they wouldn't believe you dumbasses," another man said, suddenly appearing beside "Lucifer". Sofia tensed at his sudden appearance. Teleportation? So they are capes?
The second man was somewhat tall and slender, with an average build. What made him unique were his long, pointed ears, sharp teeth, long tongue, and claw-like nails. along with the balls of blue fire surrounding him.
"Satan", "Lucifer" said in a tone that showed his slight disdain.
Sofia was looking around, her body tense and ready to pounce. This has suddenly become a problematic situation. Two possible psycho capes who call themselves "Lucifer" and "Satan" appeared in her room.
"I wouldn't try running." "Satan" almost seemed to growl.
"Run!" Sofia dashed forward, her form partially in its shadow state. Emma didn't hesitate, sprinting out of the room.
Only to immediately stop dead in her tracks. This wasn't her house.
She was in a castle hallway. She turned, only to see that there was no door.
The shadows seemed to stretch, covering the hall as she ran. She didn't know where she was or what was happening. She didn't know what she had done to deserve this.
"How foolish," a sharp voice said. Emma turned, seeing a monster standing behind her.
It had a hairy body, a lioness' head with donkey's teeth and ears, long fingers and fingernails, and the feet of a bird with sharp talons.
Emma screamed. It grinned.
"Lucifer and Satan were right; this is far more fun. What was the saying? It's best to ask for forgiveness instead of permission. Taylor will understand."
Emma didn't even get to respond before it pounced.
Taylor POV
She groaned.
"Hush hush now, girl. Sleep well," Morpheus said with a smile as he brushed her hair.
Taylor hummed slightly before falling back to sleep.
Taylor felt a little nervous to be back at Winslow. Although everyone was saying she could do it, she couldn't help but doubt them, only to feel bad for doing so.
She heard a chuckle from beside her, causing her to blush. Turning, she saw the source of the sound.
A beautiful woman who had unblemished skin and a willowy, queenly figure. She wore an extremely revealing toga and a very… swollen chest.
"My my… eyeing me up, dear?" The woman asked in a teasing tone as she pressed her breasts together in a completely natural and seductive manner. Taylor immediately decided to retreat and look away. She most definitely did not hear anyone laugh at her reaction.
"Aphrodite, I am sure Taylor would prefer you not to seduce her so early in the morning." A man who stood on her other side chastised her. The man was shirtless, wearing a plain linen skirt. Instead of a human head, he had the head of a golden falcon.
Aphrodite immediately pouted.
"Oh Horus, must you be such a bore? I am sure Taylor prefers the distraction anyway," she said with a flick of her hair. She continued, "I still do not understand why we cannot simply destroy this accursed land anyway. Make the world remember the wrath of the gods".
Horus didn't reply. Taylor could tell he agreed with Aphrodite. To think that the only reason why Winslow still stood was because of her.
"I don't want to be labelled as a villain. Not only that, if I retaliate, then they win." She said this, clenching her fist slightly at the thought. She could feel the gazes of the two on her, inhuman and incapable of comprehending what she meant. She didn't mind; she has gotten used to how her friends can be. Better them than Satan anyway.
Classes were… quiet. It's not really a great sign, but it could mean that the trio has finally decided to back off.
With Horus's help, staying away was rather easy, and Aphrodite was good company.
It was only when it was lunch that the trio finally made their appearance. She could have gotten away, but Aphrodite wouldn't accept her eating in a toilet ("A toilet!? By the Gods, dear it's unsanitary. Especially considering all the djinns that hang around there").
"Well, well, well, look who it is! Taylor, I heard you stuffed so much trash into your locker before loving yourself inside. I know you are attention-starved with how your dad is, but isn't that a bit much?" Emma, the bitch, said it in a mocking tone. A few of her mindless followers laughed at her words.
Aphrodite frowned, the smell of the sea seemingly thickening. Horus seemed to grow; his height increased ever so slowly.
Taylor gulped. If these two get too agitated, their glamour might weaken or even fade completely. She could almost imagine the headlines: "Girl attacked her classmates with powerful projections". Well, it'll probably sound far more impressive than that; she wasn't that creative after all.
"Emma, I am not in the mood to deal with you today." She replied to Emma, putting as much force into her words as she could. Sofia raised an eyebrow as Emma seemed to freeze.
Madison didn't react to her sudden attempt at fighting back, instead choosing to fire back. "Did we strike a nerve, Hebert? Maybe you should just go back into that locker, where you belong."
Emma, who was able to get her grip, continued, What's wrong, Taylor? Was it so scary that you cried for a week?". She grinned as Taylor froze.
She dared? It was one thing to attack her and stuff her in her locker. But to use her grief against her? Something she trusted her with? SHE DARED!?
Rage seemed to fill her, the world seemed to grow hazy and silent. She could kill her, and the others would happily help. Smite her, tear her, rip her, torture her...
She could be free of them.
But what would mom think?
She breathed heavily. No, she was better than that. She looked Emma dead in the eye.
"I don't know what happened to you, Emma. I don't know why you have to always attack me just to make yourself feel better. But there are lines people shouldn't cross. Why shouldn't I cry for a week when I was grieving for the death of my mother? Someone who treated you like a daughter A person shouldn't spit in the memory of someone who practically raised you with love and kindness for no other reason but spite. Get help, Emma."
Taylor didn't bother seeing their reaction, instead choosing to walk away. She was done with them.
Emma POV
"You think she triggered?" She couldn't help but gape. That's absurd. Taylor can't Trigger. Not after the flute.
Sofia shrugged and said, "Well, you don't suddenly get more confidence for no reason at all. It is possible that it's something else instead."
Emma sighed. Sofia can be rather careless like that. But she wasn't wrong; after so long, there is no reason for Taylor to suddenly decide to fight back.
"What should we do then?" She asked. If Taylor really was a Parahuman, then things could get bad fast. Sofia didn't seem worried, though.
"Nothing much, really. If she uses her power at school, not only will it out her, it will also give us ammunition to use against her," Sofia replied with a cruel smirk, one that Emma mirrored after hearing what she said.
That was true; Parahumans had strict laws. If she used her powers, they could ruin her.
"That's true, but you'd best be careful. She could attack anywhere else as well."
Emma nodded at that as well; she should... Wait, who said that?
Sofia immediately jumped up, turning to the voice. Emma did the same.
A man. A tall, sexy, magnetic, charismatic, devilishly handsome, incredibly charming, dark-haired man with a model-like face and a muscular body Sitting in her open window with the full moon shining behind him.
She gulped, suddenly feeling a little hot.
"Who are you!? We will call the cops!" Sofia shouted at the man, holding her pen out threateningly.
The man laughed. It was a charming laugh. But there was no humour in his voice. No, all she felt was rage.
"Who am I? Well, allow me to introduce myself," the man said, standing, and with a quick bow he continued, "Lucifer Morningstar, not so much of a pleasure."
The two girls blinked.
Sofia groaned, "Seriously? So you are just some nut job, huh?"
"Lucifer" smiled, but his eyes hardened. A sudden, boisterous laugh distracted them.
"I told you they wouldn't believe you dumbasses," another man said, suddenly appearing beside "Lucifer". Sofia tensed at his sudden appearance. Teleportation? So they are capes?
The second man was somewhat tall and slender, with an average build. What made him unique were his long, pointed ears, sharp teeth, long tongue, and claw-like nails. along with the balls of blue fire surrounding him.
"Satan", "Lucifer" said in a tone that showed his slight disdain.
Sofia was looking around, her body tense and ready to pounce. This has suddenly become a problematic situation. Two possible psycho capes who call themselves "Lucifer" and "Satan" appeared in her room.
"I wouldn't try running." "Satan" almost seemed to growl.
"Run!" Sofia dashed forward, her form partially in its shadow state. Emma didn't hesitate, sprinting out of the room.
Only to immediately stop dead in her tracks. This wasn't her house.
She was in a castle hallway. She turned, only to see that there was no door.
The shadows seemed to stretch, covering the hall as she ran. She didn't know where she was or what was happening. She didn't know what she had done to deserve this.
"How foolish," a sharp voice said. Emma turned, seeing a monster standing behind her.
It had a hairy body, a lioness' head with donkey's teeth and ears, long fingers and fingernails, and the feet of a bird with sharp talons.
Emma screamed. It grinned.
"Lucifer and Satan were right; this is far more fun. What was the saying? It's best to ask for forgiveness instead of permission. Taylor will understand."
Emma didn't even get to respond before it pounced.
Taylor POV
She groaned.
"Hush hush now, girl. Sleep well," Morpheus said with a smile as he brushed her hair.
Taylor hummed slightly before falling back to sleep.
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Growing Machine
As Armsmaster navigated Lungs' relentless attacks, he could feel the toll they were taking on his armour's durability. The flames from Lungs' strikes were burning through his protection with each impact, and it was becoming clear that he couldn't keep up with the giant villain's onslaught. He knew he had to make a decision: either disengage from the fight or risk being overpowered by Lungs' immense strength and durability.
Armsmaster didn't like the sound of either option, but he knew he had to make a choice.
As he watched Lungs' fists and flames rain down on him, he couldn't help but wonder what had happened to the Undersiders. He had last seen them being thrown around like rag dolls by Lungs' attacks, and he couldn't shake the feeling that they were either dead or severely injured.
In that moment, he knew he had to act. Armsmaster made a split-second decision to disengage from the fight and focus on getting to safety. It was a painful retreat, and he felt like a failure.
Armsmaster saw a sudden streak of motion, like a dark blur, and before he could even react, Lung was rammed violently to the ground. As Lung groaned in pain, he let out a thunderous roar of rage and unleashed a torrent of flames on his assailant. However, the figure remained unfazed, holding Lung firmly in place.
The newcomer's imposing stature and scale-like exterior made them an intimidating presence from the start. Standing taller than 4 feet and clad in thick black armour, their bodies alone were a sight to behold, let alone their pair of glowing red eyes. From the armour alone, it was obvious the newcomer was a tinker.
Despite its slender and unassuming appearance, the newcomer's suit of armour harboured considerable strength. This was obviously shown considering it was able to pin down the lung.
Seeing the opportunity, Armsmaster didn't hesitate. He raised his halbert and swung it with all his might, directly at Lung. It pierced through, and he injected the tranquillizer. The tranquillizer he designed wasn't complete, but it should still have some effect on the lung.
In response, Lung let out another scream of rage before punching at the newcomer, who staggered at the sheer force of the blow. Lung grabbed the newcomer's face and set it ablaze.
Armsmaster attempted to intervene but was stopped in his tracks by the appearance of Oni Lee. The villain appeared in front of Armsmaster and dropped a few grenades at his feet, forcing the hero to abandon his plans to intervene. Jumping back, he only had a few seconds before the grenades exploded, temporarily deafening him.
He shook his head. He lifted his gaze, eyes fixed on the newcomer. Despite being burned by Lung, the newcomer didn't stop resisting, even as his face seemed to be melting off.
Just as he was about to get to his feet, something suddenly occurred. Due to Lung's flames, the temperature was already uncomfortably high, but then there was a sudden shift. To his great confusion, the surrounding air had cooled significantly. Even Lung himself seemed to take notice of this change, as evidenced by the confusion that now gripped his now-inhuman face. Suddenly, without warning, the newcomer who had punched Lung, threw him to the side, much like a ragdoll.
But that wasn't the only change the newcomer had exhibited. His suit had gone through a complete makeover. The once-melted face that now sported his suit's facade was suddenly fixed, as if nothing had ever happened to it. And to top it off, the suit was exuding some kind of icy coldness, with its outer layers covered in a layer of crystal-clear ice.
"Stay down," the newcomer commanded, his tone unemotional and robotic. It sounded like he had equipped his suit with a voice modifier to mask his real voice. Lung, who had transformed into something non-human, rose to his feet, his formerly human-like face contorting in a furious snarl. He charged forward with flames surrounding him, ready to engulf his foe in the inferno.
The newcomer met the brute's charge with his own. His ice-covered suit extinguished Lung's flames with ease, and Lung was knocked to the ground. Despite Lung's best efforts to wriggle free, the newcomer's grip was unyielding. Moreover, Lung's resistance was steadily waning, most likely a sign that the tranquillizer injected into him was beginning to take hold.
There was a sudden appearance of Oni Lee, who had seemingly manifested with the intent of tossing some grenades. Armsmaster's advanced prediction software, however, had already anticipated the move and therefore ensured he was ready to act with lightning-fast reflexes. His well-timed stroke with his halberd was enough to counter Oni Lee's attack, and he was struck the moment he materialised.
He sighed, turning to look at the newcomer.
"Thank you for your help; do you have a name?" He asked.
The newcomer turned and, with a nod, said, "Yes, you can call me Renedell."
Armsmaster didn't like the sound of either option, but he knew he had to make a choice.
As he watched Lungs' fists and flames rain down on him, he couldn't help but wonder what had happened to the Undersiders. He had last seen them being thrown around like rag dolls by Lungs' attacks, and he couldn't shake the feeling that they were either dead or severely injured.
In that moment, he knew he had to act. Armsmaster made a split-second decision to disengage from the fight and focus on getting to safety. It was a painful retreat, and he felt like a failure.
Armsmaster saw a sudden streak of motion, like a dark blur, and before he could even react, Lung was rammed violently to the ground. As Lung groaned in pain, he let out a thunderous roar of rage and unleashed a torrent of flames on his assailant. However, the figure remained unfazed, holding Lung firmly in place.
The newcomer's imposing stature and scale-like exterior made them an intimidating presence from the start. Standing taller than 4 feet and clad in thick black armour, their bodies alone were a sight to behold, let alone their pair of glowing red eyes. From the armour alone, it was obvious the newcomer was a tinker.
Despite its slender and unassuming appearance, the newcomer's suit of armour harboured considerable strength. This was obviously shown considering it was able to pin down the lung.
Seeing the opportunity, Armsmaster didn't hesitate. He raised his halbert and swung it with all his might, directly at Lung. It pierced through, and he injected the tranquillizer. The tranquillizer he designed wasn't complete, but it should still have some effect on the lung.
In response, Lung let out another scream of rage before punching at the newcomer, who staggered at the sheer force of the blow. Lung grabbed the newcomer's face and set it ablaze.
Armsmaster attempted to intervene but was stopped in his tracks by the appearance of Oni Lee. The villain appeared in front of Armsmaster and dropped a few grenades at his feet, forcing the hero to abandon his plans to intervene. Jumping back, he only had a few seconds before the grenades exploded, temporarily deafening him.
He shook his head. He lifted his gaze, eyes fixed on the newcomer. Despite being burned by Lung, the newcomer didn't stop resisting, even as his face seemed to be melting off.
Just as he was about to get to his feet, something suddenly occurred. Due to Lung's flames, the temperature was already uncomfortably high, but then there was a sudden shift. To his great confusion, the surrounding air had cooled significantly. Even Lung himself seemed to take notice of this change, as evidenced by the confusion that now gripped his now-inhuman face. Suddenly, without warning, the newcomer who had punched Lung, threw him to the side, much like a ragdoll.
But that wasn't the only change the newcomer had exhibited. His suit had gone through a complete makeover. The once-melted face that now sported his suit's facade was suddenly fixed, as if nothing had ever happened to it. And to top it off, the suit was exuding some kind of icy coldness, with its outer layers covered in a layer of crystal-clear ice.
"Stay down," the newcomer commanded, his tone unemotional and robotic. It sounded like he had equipped his suit with a voice modifier to mask his real voice. Lung, who had transformed into something non-human, rose to his feet, his formerly human-like face contorting in a furious snarl. He charged forward with flames surrounding him, ready to engulf his foe in the inferno.
The newcomer met the brute's charge with his own. His ice-covered suit extinguished Lung's flames with ease, and Lung was knocked to the ground. Despite Lung's best efforts to wriggle free, the newcomer's grip was unyielding. Moreover, Lung's resistance was steadily waning, most likely a sign that the tranquillizer injected into him was beginning to take hold.
There was a sudden appearance of Oni Lee, who had seemingly manifested with the intent of tossing some grenades. Armsmaster's advanced prediction software, however, had already anticipated the move and therefore ensured he was ready to act with lightning-fast reflexes. His well-timed stroke with his halberd was enough to counter Oni Lee's attack, and he was struck the moment he materialised.
He sighed, turning to look at the newcomer.
"Thank you for your help; do you have a name?" He asked.
The newcomer turned and, with a nod, said, "Yes, you can call me Renedell."
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Growing Machines PRT report
**CLASSIFIED INTERNAL PRT DISTRIBUTION ONLY**
PARAHUMAN THREAT ASSESSMENT
Name:
Civilian identity: Taylor Herbert, daughter of Daniel Herbert. Attended Winslow Highschool until her trigger event is believed to have occurred on premises
Cape Identity: Renedell
Classification: Changer 4, Tinker 9, Thinker 3, Master 7, Trump 5
See Powers section for expanded description and classification assignments
Disposition: Independent Hero, Warlord
Location: North America, Brockton Bay
General information:
Renedell is a 16 year old teenage girl. Due to an incident related to our wards [See Locker Incident], she has a high distrust of Authoritative figures.
She was left in a coma that lasted 19 days, during which her father, Daniel Hebert, had been caught in a car accident that resulted in his death.
After awakening, Taylor escaped and stayed low for a few months before appearing as Renedell, where she assisted and defeated Lung.
She had attempted to join the wards, only to leave in rage after learning the identity of Shadow Stalker. This event had left Shadow Stalker paralysed neck down until Panacea healed her.
Renedell then took up residence within ABB territory, taking it over and controlling her territory via her Sentinels.
Personality: Emotionally/Psychologically unstable, Distrustful, Depressed, Suicidal.
Powers:
Changer 4,
Renedell is capable of fusing with any of her machines she created, allowing her to have its capabilities. Destroying the machine doesn't harm her, allowing her to use her machines as shields. In addition, she is capable of enhancing any of her machines that she is fused with.
Tinker 9,
From her own admission, her tinker specialty is Adaptive Technology. As seen during her fight with Lung, her armour shifted and gain ice based capabilities to counter Lungs flames. In addition, her machines are able to analyse and adapt technology into themselves. These machines are capable of self repair and self replication. This self repair includes regular tinker maintenance.
Thinker 7,
She has multitasking capabilities that allow her control all her machines effectively.
Master 7,
She is capable of generating materials and forming them into machines. She has a telepathic connection with any and all of her machines, where she can control them freely.
Trump 5,
Her technology is capable of gaining powers, either replicating powers or gaining powers made to counter powers.
Notes:
Sentinels:
Her first armour design which had been adapted into an automated machines. These machines have shown high level intelligence, able to learn and adapt based of the surroundings.
Recommended Strategies :
Renedell is an S Class threat, due to her now revealed self replicating machines. Facing her sentinels is pointless, especially since if one of the sentinels has adapted to you, all of them have.
Renedell doesn't have the normal weaknesses a tinker may have, as she can simply generate the necessary materials and machinery at once. In addition, her machines require to maintenance and will repair themselves, making it difficult do lower their numbers effectively.
Locating Renedell has been proven to be ineffective, and even if successful, her combat capabilities are no lower than any of her Sentinels. As shown by her battle with the Slaughterhouse Nine, she is capable of replicating the Siberian's powers, thus making her threat even higher. Assume all of her Sentinels have this capability as well.
Do Not Engage Unless Necessary
Renedell has shown heroic tendencies, if ruthlessness, and is usually inactive, allowing her Sentinels to patrol. The Public considers her a hero due to her effectiveness in protecting the people and in eliminating threats.
PARAHUMAN THREAT ASSESSMENT
Name:
Civilian identity: Taylor Herbert, daughter of Daniel Herbert. Attended Winslow Highschool until her trigger event is believed to have occurred on premises
Cape Identity: Renedell
Classification: Changer 4, Tinker 9, Thinker 3, Master 7, Trump 5
See Powers section for expanded description and classification assignments
Disposition: Independent Hero, Warlord
Location: North America, Brockton Bay
General information:
Renedell is a 16 year old teenage girl. Due to an incident related to our wards [See Locker Incident], she has a high distrust of Authoritative figures.
She was left in a coma that lasted 19 days, during which her father, Daniel Hebert, had been caught in a car accident that resulted in his death.
After awakening, Taylor escaped and stayed low for a few months before appearing as Renedell, where she assisted and defeated Lung.
She had attempted to join the wards, only to leave in rage after learning the identity of Shadow Stalker. This event had left Shadow Stalker paralysed neck down until Panacea healed her.
Renedell then took up residence within ABB territory, taking it over and controlling her territory via her Sentinels.
Personality: Emotionally/Psychologically unstable, Distrustful, Depressed, Suicidal.
Powers:
Changer 4,
Renedell is capable of fusing with any of her machines she created, allowing her to have its capabilities. Destroying the machine doesn't harm her, allowing her to use her machines as shields. In addition, she is capable of enhancing any of her machines that she is fused with.
Tinker 9,
From her own admission, her tinker specialty is Adaptive Technology. As seen during her fight with Lung, her armour shifted and gain ice based capabilities to counter Lungs flames. In addition, her machines are able to analyse and adapt technology into themselves. These machines are capable of self repair and self replication. This self repair includes regular tinker maintenance.
Thinker 7,
She has multitasking capabilities that allow her control all her machines effectively.
Master 7,
She is capable of generating materials and forming them into machines. She has a telepathic connection with any and all of her machines, where she can control them freely.
Trump 5,
Her technology is capable of gaining powers, either replicating powers or gaining powers made to counter powers.
Notes:
Sentinels:
Her first armour design which had been adapted into an automated machines. These machines have shown high level intelligence, able to learn and adapt based of the surroundings.
Recommended Strategies :
Renedell is an S Class threat, due to her now revealed self replicating machines. Facing her sentinels is pointless, especially since if one of the sentinels has adapted to you, all of them have.
Renedell doesn't have the normal weaknesses a tinker may have, as she can simply generate the necessary materials and machinery at once. In addition, her machines require to maintenance and will repair themselves, making it difficult do lower their numbers effectively.
Locating Renedell has been proven to be ineffective, and even if successful, her combat capabilities are no lower than any of her Sentinels. As shown by her battle with the Slaughterhouse Nine, she is capable of replicating the Siberian's powers, thus making her threat even higher. Assume all of her Sentinels have this capability as well.
Do Not Engage Unless Necessary
Renedell has shown heroic tendencies, if ruthlessness, and is usually inactive, allowing her Sentinels to patrol. The Public considers her a hero due to her effectiveness in protecting the people and in eliminating threats.