<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/2dV5hH7.jpg)</div><strong>Hero Name</strong>:  Quarrel<br/><strong>Real Name</strong>:  Cassandra Morris<br/><strong>Playbook</strong>:  Protégé<br/><hr/><br/><strong>Look</strong>:  White Woman, Athletic, School Uniform, Simple Costume<br/><strong><br/>Abilities</strong>:  You are someone’s Protégé.  Your powers largely mimic theirs, but each of you is in some way unique.  Pick one ability you both share, and one ability for each of you that is uniquely yours.<br/><br/><strong>     Shared Ability</strong>:  Weapons and Gadgets<br/><strong>Your Own Ability</strong>:  Hacking<br/><strong>Your Mentor’s Ability</strong>:  Stealth<br/><br/><strong>Mentor</strong>:  You have a mentor, someone who’s taught you, trained you, given you aid, or raised you up.  Someone who might have confined you a bit too rigidly to a single path.  Which Label do they embody, and why do they deny?<br/><br/><strong>Embodies</strong>:  Danger<br/><strong>Denies</strong>:  Mundane<br/><br/><br/><br/><strong>Labels</strong>:<br/><strong>Danger</strong>+0<br/><strong>Freak</strong>+0<br/><strong>Savior </strong>+1<br/><strong>Superior</strong>+2<br/><strong>Mundane</strong>+0<br/><br/><strong>Protégé Moves</strong><br/><strong>Been Reading the Files</strong>:  You’ve learned about the superhuman world through your mentor’s resources.  When you first encounter an important super powered phenomenon (your call) roll +Superior.  On a hit, tell the team one important detail you’ve learned from your studies.  The GM will tell you what, if anything, seems different from what you remember.  On a 10+ ask the GM a follow-up question, they will answer it honestly.  On a miss, the situation is well outside your base of knowledge; the GM will tell you why.<br/><br/><strong>Fireside Chat</strong>:  When you seek advice from your mentor, roll +Danger.  On a hit they will tell you what to do.  On a 10+, mark potential if you follow their advice, and take +1 ongoing to follow through.  On a 7-9, you get +1 forward to see it through if you do it their way.  On a miss, they don’t have time for you because something big has gone down; mark a condition, GM’s choice.<br/><br/><strong>Be Mindful of Your Surroundings</strong>:  When you<strong>Assess the Situation</strong>before entering into a fight, you may ask one additional question, even on a miss.<br/><strong><br/>Mentor’s Resources</strong><br/>Choose up to three resources that your mentor gave you and the team:<br/><em>A hidden base, a supercomputer, a med lab</em><br/><br/><strong>Realtionships</strong><br/>Your mentor is cautious; they asked you to keep an eye on<strong>Superbus</strong>.<br/>You and _______________ teamed up a few times before the rest of you came together.<br/><br/><strong>Influence</strong><br/>Choose a Demeanor:<em>Business</em><br/>If you choose Business, give Influence to no teammates.<br/><br/><strong>Backstory</strong><br/>(https://i.imgur.com/AF4L2xe.jpg)<br/><strong>How did you first meet your mentor?</strong><br/>“The first time I met Slayer?  Huhn, that takes me back, it feels like a lifetime ago.  It was the Sadie Hawkins dance of my junior year at Edgewood High.  I didn’t even know how ignorant I was of the things that happen in the world when the sun goes down, I was just another girl back then.  Maybe you saw it, the way the moon turned red, the unscheduled lunar eclipse as it lingered at the apex of the sky?  Something was trying to push through into our world that night … but the door it had to open was the kind that had to be opened form<em>our</em>side.  A group of occultists sealed off the gym, I remember the red glow of the seal, the panic as me and my fellow students saw these silvery white threads rising up out of our chests, being drawn to a central point, I remember losing the strength to stand, so many of us falling asleep as our living essence was drawn out one mote at a time.  Even as my fingers went numb, as the cold began to spread, I remember fighting to keep my eyes open … whatever happened I was determined not to try and hide from it.  Ha.  Stupid, foolish, desperate pride, scraping to find any kind of dignity in death.<br/><br/>I’m glad I did it though.  It’s how I saw him.<br/><br/>Slayer isn’t particularly well known as capes in this town go.  I know I didn’t recognize him when that black sword hacked through the seal, shattering it like a pane of stained glass.  I mean, really, how many bronze-agers in all-black costumes are out there?  They all kind of bleed together.  Still … I’ll never forget the way he moved that night.  It was like he stepped in and out of phase with reality, shadows drinking him up before he’d silently reappear somewhere he couldn’t have possibly have gotten without dashing.  But still, the way he moved was rote, quick, sure, and made smoothly as if his blade wasn’t cutting through cultists with every stroke.  There was no blood, people collapsed silently, but only acrid, dark green smoke billowed out of their robes … and the silver threads untangled, slowly drawing back towards their owners.<br/><br/>I was just starting to get feeling back in my limbs when he got towards the leader of the ritual, who seemed to draw green flames out of nothing, parting the veil of reality with a lacquered finger nail and scooping out baleful flames with the rest of his hand.  Slayer tackled him through the double doors towards the locker rooms to get the rest of us out of the line of fire.  By the time I could stand up again, both men were gone.”<br/><br/><strong>When and why did you choose to train with them?</strong><br/>“After the dance, it was like someone had torn a veil off of my eyes.  I was … absolutely terrified at first.  Like, if something like that could happen once, it could happen<em>again</em>, and I was sure that I’d somehow been<em>marked</em>by the ritual.  That’s not uncommon for people who have a sudden brush with extreme situations, really.  I felt stalked, so I stayed inside.  In my tiny, defensible little house, where nothing could find me.<br/><br/>Then, I got sick of hiding.  I had to claw back control over my life.  I had to cope, and the best solution I could come up with was to study.  God, I made so many mistakes back then … if you don’t know what you’re looking for, speculative fiction, reality, and straight up bullshit can all seem entirely plausible.  I got suckered into conspiracy theories, forums about cryptids, bought first editions of new age mumbo jumbo … but there was one thing I knew was real.  Slayer, the man who’d saved me.  Keeping abreast of his activities, as hard as it was, provided my rambling attempts to understand the supernatural a kind of “magnetic north”, a reference point that I could keep coming back to.<br/><br/>I didn’t really set out to be trained by him.  I didn’t think he’d consider me worth the effort.  Still, I set out to follow in his footsteps.  Cassandra Morris, teenaged monster hunter.  Ha ha, yeah, I know it sounds kind of dumb, but remember that I wasn’t entirely in my right mind at the time.”<br/><br/>(https://i.imgur.com/AhyoHPR.png)<br/><strong>Why did they agree to train you?</strong><br/>“Well, when you work in a fairly narrow field, it’s kind of inevitable that you’re going to run into your peers from time to time.  Or their handy work, at the very least.  I’d had some successes at this point … banished a few ghosts, killed a few predatory monsters, befriended an amateur witch, saved a family from an old townhouse that (no lie) sucked itself into a hellish dimension trying to claim their souls.  Maybe I’d gotten a little over confident, riding high on my successes.  There’d been a sharp rise in disappearances in the city … scraping just a little below the surface let me attribute it to vampire attacks.  I didn’t know enough about their feeding patterns though, couldn’t deduce just how many of them had moved into town.  Even after killing three of them, I didn’t surmise that a master vampire and its coterie had moved into town, not until after six newly risen blood suckers cornered me on a roof top and dragged me away.<br/><br/>Yeah, dragged me away, didn’t eat me.  It seemed like Lady SaraBeth Lafoe of the French Quarter was the sort who liked turning fledgling vampire hunters.  The perversity of twisting someone so wholly against their purpose aside, it tended to net her capable servants who were already comfortable with stalking prey and combat.  So it was, in a manner<em>far</em>more sexually charged than it needed to be, she sucked me nearly dry and gave up<em>just</em>enough of her own blood back to kickstart my heart again.<br/><br/>I … don’t remember what followed particularly clearly.  I remember being<em>hungry</em>mostly … not just bodily, but like my very<em>soul</em>was crying out to be filled.  I wasn’t really in control of myself though, no one under the hell of a master vampire really is, but it’s not like I was outside of my body or anything.  It was more like my thoughts were cloudy, and when she told me something, it snapped to a rigid clarity.  I could determine my own means, but there was no doubt that I was going to perform.  She … whiled away the time with her new toy for a few nights … but I didn’t get fed.  No, she had someone in mind for that first meal.<br/><br/>That was the second time I met Slayer.  Maybe the first, face to face, if you want to count it that way.  I could hear the heavy, bassy thud of his heart in his chest, the rush of blood in his system.  I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything as much as I wanted him right that second.  We fought, him quietly, me somewhere between feral need and joy at the thought of filling that emptiness inside me.  He was the better fighter, easily, but I was running on inhuman reflexes and strength and … well, I preferred a ranged approach, which made it tricky for him to close.  I creased him with a shot, and when the metallic bite of fresh blood hit my nose, I lost what little self-control I’d had left.  I lunged for him, and he hit me with something as he moved out from under my fingers like smoke,<em>injected</em>me with something.<br/><br/>So, fun fact for those of you at home, apparently vampirism<em>can</em>be cured … you just have to get the victim before they feed.  LaFoe had apparently been banking on that, the fact that I<em>could</em>be saved, to try and stall Slayer’s hand instead of just decapitating me like he had her other hounds.  Of course, she’d slipped away in the scuffle … and Slayer couldn’t just leave me there.  Without the supernatural blood keeping my body moving, I was<em>dangerously</em>low on blood.<br/><br/>When I came to, I was hooked up to an IV in some old, gothic-looking structure.  Slayer was watching over me, fingers steepled in front of his masked face as if he’d been considering something for a long while.  When I turned my head to look at him, all pale and weak … well, he offered me a job as his “Squire”.”<br/><br/><strong> Who else, outside of the team, knows about your training?</strong><br/>“There are a few people who know that Slayer’s taken on an apprentice.  Slayer received his own training from a secretive order of monster slayers that date back to the Victorian era, the Knights of St. Cameron.  I’m not high enough in the ranks to know more than the basics of the order … supposedly, they were founded during the Victorian Era, spurned to action by human experimentation creating things like the Invisible Man and Mr. Hyde.  The way they put it, someone had to strive against people ‘twisting man against his better nature’, it was only with the boom of Occultism is the 20’s that really put them on the track of the supernatural.  When I became Slayer’s squire, my name was added to the roster, though I’ve yet to meet any of my contemporaries.<br/><br/>(https://i.imgur.com/1N46bCg.jpg)<br/>Other than that, well, my godfather Alexander Beaumont knows what I’ve been up to.  He was an army medic once upon a time, and is the guy who taught me how to shoot a crossbow in the first place … the first time I got hurt on the hunt, I couldn’t think of anyone else to turn to.  I had enough evidence that he didn’t rat me out to my parents … the thought that I’m working with someone more experienced has eased his conscience somewhat.  Still, he worries about Slayer “warping” my perspective of the world … he is kind of intense, I guess.”<br/><br/><strong>Why do you care so much about the team?</strong><br/>“The team is great.  I mean, outside of the whole ‘this is a dangerous career, so consolidating power and having someone watch your back are conducive to making it in the long term’ way.  Slayer’s taught me a lot, I’m indebted to him, but our relationship is definitely one of Master and Student.  On the team, I’m an equal voice, I can have my ideas heard, you know?  Besides which, the boss is devoted to the mission to kind of a scarily obsessive extent, he doesn’t really have a life outside of the work.  Having a sideline where I deal with human problems, well, I feel like it keeps me<em>grounded</em>, you know?  Like, it keeps me from losing sight of my own humanity.”