The 'outcast' of the city of Metatropolis stood on the outskirts of the city, tilting her head in the distant direction of plain nothingness. Her thoughts rambled and at some point became incoherent words that made no sense. She was still young yet, but she could recall the names of heros and villains alike. Though she herself had never formally been introduced to any of them, there was always talk and written articles about them everywhere you turned. It wasn't hard to see the public view of most the super heros, turning from life of crime to settling down or just disappearing, or all together just giving up on the hopeless city of Metaropolist.<br/><br/>Crime was high in the city, and as much as she liked to think she was making a difference, her powers only went so far. It wasn't like she could super blast a villain to a new world, or open a worm hole to toss them into. She was lucky just be able to lay a finger on someone, thus making her The Outcast of Metatropolis. She was but a slender frame figure, kicking the rocks at the outer most part of the city, confiding in her own thoughts and 'illusions' of how things should be. More or less she wasn't of a super hero classification, but one that was more of a sidekick.<br/><br/>The Outcast was more commonly known as Xebel, a rather exotic name given to her by her dead mother, a cold case that had yet to be solved. As for her father, a rare disappearance that too was unsolved, which left  Xebel alone in the large city of Metatropolis. At a young age she knew she wasn't like the rest of the children, she was more adapted to her surroundings, seemingly ease to blend in with while playing though youth games. Hide-and-seek so happened to be her best, easy to hide in just plain sight unlike most the other kids. As she grew and became more aware of her abilities she trained them, tried to get a better grasp on how to use them properly instead of just for fun and games.<br/><br/>Over time as her powers started to grow with her, she was losing a edge on them, at times they lashed out when she was enraged or mad, creating a super artificial world of her own creation, which earn her the name 'The Illusionist '. It wasn't as good as some of the other name she had heard of but... if was something she could be marked with. Much like superman himself Xebel kept a two profile identity, Xebel for day life and the Illusionist for night. Though she was a woman of fair beauty she wasn't sexy to the eyes, just fair, but with her powers she could alter that little bit of flesh and making it as what she would call sexy and luring. Turning a few heads never hurt anyone, though it did draw the eyes of unwanted attention.<br/><br/>Which is now how Xebel came into the profession of undercover work, she could blend with the worse of the criminals of Metatropolis. Catching the bad guys and locking them away, able to change the environment in which a drug deal was taking place, or to were a smuggling operation was happening. Though there was one thing that could end it all, if she was touched while trying to uphold this illusion, her powers would falter, which in turn left Xebel momentarily disoriented from being tossed out of her perfect world back to the real world.<br/><br/>Though that being only one of her powers, there was a couple of other, though none of which allowed her to fly, which was a honest shame. What did people want most then anything else besides power and money? They wanted to fly, fly like a bird. Xebel would create the dream-world to do that, but that was all it was, a dream. Turning about to look at the entrance of the city, there was a slight huff of a breath as her feet carried her there, she had plenty of time to get her head straight before getting ready to be briefed on the next operation the agents were conducting. Xebel stood out among most of her workers, a woman of flaming red hair, crystalline hues, and a body that was lean and fit from daily training, though shorter then most the other.<br/><br/>Hardly none knew what she could, and just added it up to her being in the right place at the right time. Xebel knew otherwise, but who was she to burst their bubble? Taking her seat within the small sanctioned unit room, her eyes were ahead, focusing on what the head man of the division had to say, how they were to go about the bust and were the drop point was going to be. Xebel hardly paid attention to these meetings, and which case she most of the time became a reliability rather then a working hand of the operation. Though today, she had a feeling it would be a little different.