WELCOME

I NEED A HERO
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WILLIAM ALEXANDER LEO JR.

When the rules of Cain, the riots you made
the hours that called for those who blame
the broken glass, the fool that asked
you move an arrow to stop the fall


IS IT A BIRD?
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FULL NAME: William Alexander Leo Jr.
NAME MEANING: William comes from the Germanic elements 'wil' (will, desire) and 'helm' (helmet, protection). There have been many rulers named William, including four British kings, various rulers of the Netherlands and two emperors of Germany. It's this history of the name “William” that earned his father his name, and the name was given to William Jr. when he was born.
NICKNAMES: Will
ALIAS: the whisperer
SEX: Male
AGE: 29
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Will doesn't like a certain group of people for one reason or another. He finds sexuality a word that doesn't need to exist. What he is attracted to is what he is attracted to, though this doesn't happen often.
ETHNICITY: Caucasian
MEMBER GROUP: Syndicate
CANON OR ORIGINAL: Canon
CHARACTER TITLE: make the impossible possible

IS IT A PLANE?
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FACE CLAIM: Benedict Cumberbatch
HAIR: Will has brown hair, which he rarely combs, which makes it curly and wirey. The longer he works on something, the more agitated and wild his hair becomes. You can tell when he has time for something depending on the condition his hair is in.
EYES: Silver-blue
HEIGHT & WEIGHT: 6 feet, 153 pounds
BODY TYPE: Ectomorph; Will is long and thin. Even if he cared, he cannot get his body looking strong or large. His chest and abdomen are narrow, and his limbs are long and thing. Even if he ate a lot he wouldn't gain much weight. As he is, he as little muscle and little body fat.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: His icy, calculating eyes are very easily recognized, as are his high cheekbones and his thin physique.
ABILITIES:
Accelerated mental capabilities: processes an IQ that is off the charts, literally. His capacity for creativity, logic, problem-solving, learning, applying skills, observation, and learning capabilities is beyond anything just “human”. While most people use just ten percent of their brain, William can use ninety percent of his mind at any one time, making him a tactical genius, adept at turning opponents' own abilities against them. Because of this his mind is always moving, to the point that in order to sleep he needs to take sleeping pills. He also forgets to sleep, eat, and sometimes can be found passed out from exhaustion in his loft because of his inability to turn his brain off. He also has what others refer to as “perfect recall” though this is simply an extension of his mental capabilities. He can remember everything that he has ever witnessed. This is not limited to visual recall, but also other sensory information that is visual, auditory, tactile, gustatory and olfactory as well as other dimensions.
Weaknesses: His abilities hinder his ability to take care of his physical self. He often finds himself passing out from malnutrition and sleep deprivation. Often people will come to check on him to make sure he's not slowly killing himself.

Technopath: William possesses the ability to manipulate technology. This means he has a psychic ability that allows mental interface with computer data. He can also control the flow of intricate techology and allow them to assemble or disengage their programming at will. He can operate almost all tech by just looking. In some cases, he uses small electric impulses to gently control smaller metal parts.
Weakness: A lot of his humanity is a mask. If he interacts with machines too much he tends to become more cut-off and cold and he begins thinking in binary. If the machine has any trace of biological life in it he cannot use it. Also, if he is drenched in water, he cannot communicate with his machines.

Teleportation: William calls this ability his “way out”. He can “jump” from one place to another, disappearing in one place and appearing in another. This power allows him and his clothing a little bit more mass to be taken somewhere instantaneously. This place, however, has to be within three miles of his first position, making his “jumping” abilities not very strong when compared to other teleporters.
weakness: William cannot go very far with his teleporting abilities. He also cannot take any living thing with him, or it results in a very messy death. He can only take a small amount of mass with him, usually machinery.

OVER ALL APPEARANCE:Tall. He was always tall. He never knew what it was like to be looking up at someone. Sometimes it bothered him, but most of the time it was handy for reaching up and grabbing books from the highest shelves. His height always made him somewhat awkward, and he always carries himself with round shoulders. He didn't even know how he got so tall; all he knew was that one day he woke up and he was six-foot three-inches.

His eyes are the bluest of blues, always full of life as he's doing his work. Sometimes they twitch when his brain is lost in his thoughts and the outside world is nonexistent to him. His eyebrows are thick, and low, arching over his periwinkle eyes. They describe his emotions, sometimes letting one stand on its one in a quixotic expression, or let them both far further down on his head to make his eyes become harsh. When he laughs they dart up, and his eyes light up. Sometimes, these eyes sport redness or dark shades under them. His eyelashes, short but thick, outline his eyes, but sometimes they are pulled on as one of William's destructive habits.

Will does not smile much, his smiles are rare jewels that he hides away but takes out for special occasions. Though he does not smile much, his knowing smirks are abundant in day-to-day life. When enjoying time with someone or when he's finally fallen on an answer whose path to get to was treacherous, his lips curl slightly into his signature smirk. His nose, once too large and awkward for his face, now nests in the center of his face, a perfect perch for his wide-rimmed glasses. It is still slightly too big, but it fits his personality and the rest of his physiognomy. His chin isn't completely square, as many men have, but instead it is an acute angle that slopes to his jaw line. His facial bone structure is very handsome, almost feminine. He keeps himself clean-shaven, though the hair that does grow on his face is slow to appear and very fine.

William has a very refined taste in fashion. You will not often see him in a tee-shirt and jeans. He always wears a button-down shirt and slacks, even when he does not leave the house. When he works he even wears this type of clothing, but will roll up his sleeves when working on a very tricky piece of machinery. When he leaves his house he always wears a special coat. This coat possesses technology that is well beyond what any military group has. It's like a bulletproof vest, but it moves to protect Will if he is shot at or attacked in any way. He has made only two of these coats in his lifetime; the other belongs to Viktor Mikhailovich.

And despite his handsome and well put-together appearance, William has plenty of proof that having a mind like his is no picnic. He regularly pulls out eyelashes, chews on his fingernails, picks at cuticles, and cut himself on silly things because his mind was gone and his body was doing his compulsive habits. He doesn't mean to hurt himself, and by no means does he go out of his way to feel pain, it just happens.

NO! ITS...
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LIKES:
+New information- It's hard for someone like William to find out something new. But if a bit of trivia has escaped him, he gets excited.
+Classical music- He doesn't care for much music with lyrics, but he adores large orchestras that resonate and create a picture and situation out of purely notes.
+“Wockets”- Wockets are low-tech pieces of machinery that William creates with the scrap that he leaves around. Usually very simple and silly, they can be found littered all about William's loft and workspace.
+Sleeping pills- With a mind that is always turning, exhaustion happens very often, especially when he cannot sleep because of his mind always ticking.
+Peppermint- it stimulates his mind and helps him think clearly
+Science fiction anything. He has all the Star Trek books and movies and series collections, same with Star wars, even the comics.
+Notebooks- In the large library in William's loft you'll find half of it is hand-written. Since discovering his power, he has made it a point to write down everything he comes up with, no matter how far-fetched it may seem.
+Reading
+Fresh snow
+Chewy candy- it helps his headaches

DISLIKES:
+caffeine. He can't sleep already, how could caffeine possibly help?
+Stupid people. In William's world, they are almost all people
+loud, obnoxious music
+dancing
+sweatshirts
+sweatpants
+bright colors
+beer
+slush
+lots of people

STRENGTHS:
+Multi-tasking
+strategy
+quick to action
+perceptive – he can tell if someone has super-powers
+task completion
+charming when he needs something

WEAKNESSES:
+hate- he hates most people, especially those who have a less than above-average intelligence
+cocky- his confidence in his abilities will probably be his undoing
+his super-power is seriously slowly making his crazy
+daily habits- He's gotten a housecleaner because of it, but because of his mind's crazed way of thinking and his constant flow of information, he has no time for keeping his surroundings orderly or clean.
+trusting- his hate towards people has also manifested itself in another form- distrust. In very few circumstances will he trust a person.
HABITS/QUIRKS:
+pulls at eyelashes
+bites fingernails
+run hands through hair a lot
OVERALL PERSONALITY:
A charming a pleasant person, few people would ever think that William holds such hate and resentment for most of humanity. He is one of the most powerful and influential members of the enigmatic organization known as The Syndicate.

An impossibly brilliant individual, William nevertheless typically displays a good nature, though this belies his intimidating position. Few people would think that beneath such magnetic charisma obscures a distinct cruelty that lies beneath his pleasant mask. Only around people he trusts does this mask fade and reveals the real wickedness below. There is no way of knowing while looking at him and simply interacting with him would someone know how deeply disturbed he is; no, he's much too clever for that.

William is rather self-absorbed, believes he has all the answers. He truly believes himself to be a good guy, doing what’s best for the people of the world, regardless of whether or not anyone really agrees with him. William is not inherently “evil.” He does not care about who he steps on to get his way, but this is because he believes all will be corrected in the end. He never believes that he could fail, or considers the consequences of everything he’s done if he should fail. He considers himself, and all the supers, to be a higher being, and that the non-supers need them to make decisions for them because they are stupid and naïve. He believes other supers opposes him simply out of naivety.

At the surface, William is a calm young man. He takes all things in stride, approaching life in an easy going manner that suggests an affably relaxed personality. He is ineffably pleasant and open-minded. He has a certain kindness and charity to him that belies his position as a member of a global arms-dealing/conspiracy group.
It's this casual sort of appeal and kind-heartedness that makes William easy to trust. But more than that -- people want to trust him. It's more than simply being kind, or relaxed. Leonard has a magnetic sort of charisma and an eccentric mannerism that simply draws people to him. He is kind-hearted, but he is bold. He is generous, but he is clever. He has a natural yet unusual charm about him that combined with these seemingly noble surface traits, lead people to want to believe in him.In his own way, William Leo is alarmingly, dangerously charismatic.

Past these surface-level traits, things become different. Extended interactions reveal things slightly off about William. He rarely, if ever, indulges others with his true thoughts. Though kind, he is emotionally distant, a fact that is hardly noticeable beneath the gentle facade of smiles and laughs. He enjoys toying with others, though this owes to a more playful and mischievous manner. He will dance around subjects and keep his plans and motivations entirely to himself. To some degree, this reclusive, distant sort of behavior can be attributed to the sensitive nature of his plans. The closer he plays things to the vest, the less chance there can be for failure.

IN THE BRIGHTEST DAY
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PARENTS: William Alexander Leo Sr, 46, soldier, deceased.
Willow Leo, 43, stay-at-home wife and mother, deceased.
SIBLINGS: Jessica Leo, 22, bartender, living.
OVERALL HISTORY:
Will was born in the Sydicate Tower. As a child, he was extraordinarily shy. When his parents would have houseguests over that weren’t common visitors, William would shut himself in his room, reading books that were far too advanced for someone so young. That’s just how shy he was. Jessica was shy as well, but not nearly as much so as he was. He was rather protective of Jessica, wanting to keep her safe from the evils of the world.

William's father fed the children the words of his cause, molding them into representations of his cause. When William was eleven, he started knowing things, seeing things in angles and understanding binary and reading far faster than most people ever could. He began building things and doing doodles on his homework that his teachers described as “Leonardo-like.” It was strange, and he began being able to do work for months in class within days. It was soon he was offered the ability to skip grades. He kept advancing until he was in freshman level. He was trained with his powers to become the greatest he could be. This fed his ego and he discovered that the greater things his mind created, the more praise and respect he got from the family that surrounded him. It was around the time that his powers developed that he realized his sister had none. His fondness of her began to fade. She was lesser than he was. He was great, amazing. He had a mind that could dance around the geniuses of the past, and she could barely keep up with studies in her age group. She was stupid and ordinary.

Meanwhile, as he grew, he became greater and greater. It wasn't until his father died that he knew how great he could be. He had the challenge to become like his father, better, even. By now he was well past college and now fourteen. Jessica had gone to live with an aunt far away, as she could not keep up with her brother's madness and his abilities. He was the favorite. It didn't bother him that his sister was gone, by now he found her a useless lump of flesh, and the less he had to be around such blindness was time he enjoyed. Nonetheless, as she dropped out of college and he became wealthy on the creations his mind made for him, he sent her money so she could keep herself afloat.

William now lives on his own in a large loft in New York. There he works on his own creations, though he often gets visits from members of the Syndicate. He creates amazing hand weaponry for them and tries his best to make things that accelerate their powers. Whenever he wants to he sends money to Jessica, but he does this for the fondness he once felt for her. Perhaps it's a way he holds onto a part of his humanity he no longer feels.

IN THE BLACKEST NIGHT
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She felt like she was trapped in a Faerie-Tale. That there had been some kind of curse. And as far a Faerie-Tales went, it was inevitable that she would lose something in a world like this, like a shoe or her voice... but she never expected it to be her soul. The Sickness took over her mother first, who writhed and pulled out her hair in pain and shrieked until her voice was sore and there was nothing left to do but lie down and die. Her father was next, and he took it with dignity. He shivered and held himself within the bedroom he shared with his dead lover, and once he didn't come out again. Within a week it had grabbed her brother by its hands, clutching him around his throat as he quaked with the fever and trembled in fear. He was immense pain, and shoved all the china to the ground. All the crystal goblets and the pretty dishes with blue pictures of somewhere far away. She remembers the tea cups the most. They had paintings of flowers on the sides, and each handle to the cups were leaves. They were so beautiful, even as the crashed to the floor in orchestra to her brother's screaming voice. It didn't even sound like him, not even like a human. Just agony. Like that was hell, right there, and she was watching it live in his screams. The tiny child cried and ran across the sharp carpet. Her feet were slashed open as she hurried out. She didn't notice the pain. She didn't notice the people that watched her run away into the night. She didn't even notice that what she left behind was the first and only red carpet she would only walk on. She only had to get away from the screams that still rang in her young ears. And even with all the madness around her, the booming of the screams, she saw the stars clearly for the first time. They were the glass fragments on the floor, sparkling and beautiful and sharp. She wanted to be star, more than anything. The outbreak of the fever stopped her, though. No one could be a star a world of death. No one wanted a star, they wanted a cure. She wasn't a cure after so many died, but she was a getaway. Charm hated the way she lived. Sure, she was the baby in a field of prostitutes, old and decaying as they would look at her with burning hate at her young features. What could you expect from a thirteen-year-old? She wore pretty things as a girl for the men who came at night, and she had her own bed. She was cleaner then most of the whores there, for she was a ruby for them, something that all men wanted. Charm. The planes of her face were sculpted from ivory and would shine with tears whenever a man was too big for her. She still would impale herself on those large men, though, it was how she lived. She didn't know anything of what had been before, or how happy she was then. She only knew pain and sleep. She liked dresses, though didn't often get the chance to wear them because of her “profession” she had plenty, though. Sewn up from old curtains and old clothes from the hookers who died from the Sickness every few nights. It was all hers, because she was the Ruby. At least, that's what the Lady-Mother called her, because Charm brought in the most money. That night she sat on her bed, pulling out the knots from her hair best she could with an old brush. She smelled of cigarettes, though she would never smoke one, and salt water from the sea that was nearby. Around her neck a plastic crescent moon hung, for she adored the stars. She was short, even for a girl her age, being a few inches shorter than five feet. Her body had little scars all over, though they were not noticeable in the low light of her room. If she could, she would run away from the House. But she could not, she was trapped there, and she felt like a butterfly in a glass jar, always beating herself up against the boundaries, but never being able to go out. If she did go, she would be sucked up by the horrors that lay beyond the bright house where men fucked her until she would cry. She was still afraid of the dark, and the world was even more than just dark. After her hair was brushed out, she lay down to catch some sleep before her next customer, though the Lady-Mother entered with a man she dragged behind. Even in the low light of her room, Charm's big powder-blue eyes saw the man standing large in the doorway. He was build well, and seemed to have his share of horrors under his eyes. He was very handsome, like a prince from a faerietale. Her faerietale? She shook her head, looking back at him. Lady-Mother was wrong about this one, he was the type who needed a lady, not a child who pretended to be older then she was. “This is Charm.” Lady-Mother said sharply, turning the lights up just a little so it wasn't a tired type of darkness. Charm could see his eyes now, and they reminded her of the stars. How she adored the stars. Charm raised her hand to him, her eyes big and broken. “Hello, sir. How may I serve you tonight?” Charm's tiny voice, broken as it was, called out to him.

WHO HOLDS THE PEN?
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FULL NAME: William Leo
YOUR NAME: Jennybird
AGE: 19
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