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Charlotte "Lottie" Crooks, the Supe :: CODE NAME : BANSHEE; . . . Face Claim: Kat McNamara Roleplay blog for the Supe Banshee, created by Chloe for the VoughtHQ group.

[fxckingcherry]

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Lottie chuckled, shaking her head slightly. “I never understood the mindset of that — throw on a suit, and you’re someone else entirely, and no one can tell you who you were beforehand.” she explained, before gesturing towards his face. “It’s the eyes, the cheeky smile. I pay attention to the details.”

She shook her head in response to his question about Oceandrive, when he spoke to her about her newness, and his seniority. “Ah, yeah, the Seven.” she replied with a small smile. Sighing, Lottie glanced towards the window and to the outside world momentarily. “Okay then, I’ll allow you to enlighten me — but if your girlfriend gets jealous, you can deal with her, and the papers.” She tapped the paper she’d handed to him for good measure, flashing him a grin as she tucked away her belongings into her handbag.

The Deep laughed back, he didn’t understand the psychology behind it either but he just went along with whatever Vought said. “I think it’s something to do with perception. The world doesn’t want to see a normal guy behind the suit, they want heroes and gods and we are that.” Maybe that was why they were all so quick to hate him? “So my eyes and smile are the first thing you notice, interesting.” He said coyly with that cheeky smile she seemed to like. The Seven was everyone’s dream and it was his even when he wasn’t even part of Vought. The Deep remembered getting the call saying Vought wanted him and he thought he’d be stuck with a low rated team but they wanted him for the best.  “She doesn’t get jealous and besides this isn’t a date, why do you think she’d be jealous?” He could do charm for days on end, it was all part of his image and even though Starlight had destroyed some of that, there were still some people who thought there was still something in him. “Where to first, we’ve got the second-best hot dogs in New York or central park. Dealers’ choice?”

[bxnsh-e]

Lottie grinned, shrugging her shoulders as she rose from her seat. "Isn't that the first thing you notice about people?" she asked almost as though she were surprised. She glanced around with a matter of fact smile. "And hot dogs sound good — Central Park is every tourist's first place to go."

[billybutchur]

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Lottie would usually try and enjoy the show, but frankly, she was sick of hearing about Homelander. It wasn’t that she disliked him, it’s just that there were some equally as talented Supes that seemed to be underrated. Her daydreaming was interrupted by a gruff sounding older man.

“Yikes, sorry, sir.” Lottie mumbled, grappling to step out of the way before she found her eyes locking with his. Wait a minute…

“I’m sorry — but, you look so familiar? Do I… Do I know you?”

HIS eyes scanned over her at her question, he had stopped on his way past to make sure he knew her or he didn’t but didn’t think they knew each other. “Y’know what it might be me face. I ‘ave one of them faces that everyone thinks they know but they don’t. You looked as sick of this shit as I did. Hate the supes, do ‘ya?”

[bxnsh-e]

Lottie raised an eyebrow at his explanation, and the way his question so easily rolled off his tongue. Peculiar. "I don't necessarily hate Supes. I just think he," she gestured to Homelander, "isn't all he's cracked up to be. I suppose I'm neutral otherwise." She didn't like the crazy amount of publicity either, but she knew what she had signed up for. "If you don't like Supes, why are you here?"

[bxnsh-e]

The Daily Bugle was giving Lottie a headache as of recently, but she still found herself perusing the pages in the hopes of finding information that was somewhat intriguing, or accurate. The young woman flipped through the pages of the newspaper, preferring the physicality of the paper slipping between her fingertips to the scrolling of an article on her phone. The main page listed a story about recent events with the mutants: many were dead, and now they were hated. In true Lottie fashion, her iPad was open and she was fact checking with other sources.

With a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach, Lottie tossed the paper onto he chipped wooden table before glancing around the café she had come to sit in. There was something sickening about what happened, but as always, Lottie found herself sceptical about the reported incidents. Once upon a time, doubt and investigation was her line of work, but now she represented something that people either admired, or hated.

At this hour, the café always mellowed out, and she could hear mild chatter and the sound of jazz music. That same track had been on repeat for at least ten minutes, and Lottie had already found herself humming along. Reaching for her hot, bitter cup of dark roast, Lottie had three large gulps of its contents before glancing lazily towards the empty seat across from her.

How was the boss hoping the Supes would tackle the publicity and backlash with this one?

[a-bizzard-of-a-man]

A small smile crossed Randall's features as he walked over to the empty seat. He hesitated for a moment before placing his coffee down then he sat down and took a sip of his coffee. After a couple of seconds he glanced over at her with a raised brow.

"Thank you, I know there are plenty of empty tables around here but sometimes it's better to have a little company." He tilted his head slightly as he listened to her and a curious expression crossed his features. "Are you new to New York by any chance? You don't have to answer that but I don't think I've seen you around before."

[bxnsh-e]

"Oh yeah, I haven't been here too long... I mean, I've been here a while... But — I was dusted, and I tried to keep a low profile, until more recently apparently." she replied, tucking her hair behind her ear. The woman watched the stranger from across the table. "You're very curious for a man yet to tell me his name."

[fxckingcherry]

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She knew she had to be wary of the man sat beside her, but that didn’t mean she had to ignore him, right? Lottie chuckled and soon she managed to flash him a small, playful smile. “Kevin,” she repeated, almost as though she was tasting the name on the tip of her tongue as she pulled her coffee closer to her and took a sip of it. “It’s nice to have a name to the face other than ‘The Deep’. I can’t really take it seriously; there’s an aquarium with that name back home.”

Realising all too late that perhaps her words might have offended, she flashed him an apologetic smile before adding, “If I drink another one of these, I’m going to get the jitters. I’m Charlotte, by the way, everyone calls me Lottie.”

His offer of a ‘guide’ might have made her scoff if she didn’t think he was trying his best to be polite. So, with another sip, her emerald eyes met his over the lip of her mug and she asked, “Well, Kevin, what is it about me that makes you think that maybe I need a guide?”

It was supposed to be a morning away from The Deep, to remember himself as Kevin before he was fucking shipped off again. He’d been publically dating The Glacier and it hadn’t improved much and with rumors that she was leaving Vought, he’d probably get the blame. “Here was me thinking no one would recognize me without the suit.” It worked for everyone else, hell, even with a shaved head he looked nothing like his movie posters. He cringed at the thought of an aquarium with his face on it, fish and other animals kept in small, overpopulated tanks. “Is there any Oceandrive stuff at least?” He was hopeful but he knew Vought hadn’t pushed that as much as the corporate stuff. “I don’t know, you’re new to New York and to Vought,” He shrugged. “I’ve been with Vought for years, I skipped the younger groups and went straight to the best so you’ll be in good hands.” 

[bxnsh-e]

Lottie chuckled, shaking her head slightly. "I never understood the mindset of that — throw on a suit, and you're someone else entirely, and no one can tell you who you were beforehand." she explained, before gesturing towards his face. "It's the eyes, the cheeky smile. I pay attention to the details."

She shook her head in response to his question about Oceandrive, when he spoke to her about her newness, and his seniority. "Ah, yeah, the Seven." she replied with a small smile. Sighing, Lottie glanced towards the window and to the outside world momentarily. "Okay then, I'll allow you to enlighten me — but if your girlfriend gets jealous, you can deal with her, and the papers." She tapped the paper she'd handed to him for good measure, flashing him a grin as she tucked away her belongings into her handbag.

[billybutchur]

@bxnsh-e​ | closed starter

ANOTHER day, another supe show. He fuckin’ hated them and the circus they made but now all anyone could talk ‘bout was Homelander an’ the kid. “Fuck it.” Billy said as he was about to walk away. “’scuse me love. Need to get through.”

[bxnsh-e]

Lottie would usually try and enjoy the show, but frankly, she was sick of hearing about Homelander. It wasn't that she disliked him, it's just that there were some equally as talented Supes that seemed to be underrated. Her daydreaming was interrupted by a gruff sounding older man.

"Yikes, sorry, sir." Lottie mumbled, grappling to step out of the way before she found her eyes locking with his. Wait a minute...

"I'm sorry — but, you look so familiar? Do I... Do I know you?"

[hcrizcns-deactivated20200109]

Horizon could feel the wind blowing against his suit, his face protected from the biting cold thanks to his mask, as he flew across the sky. He was tens of thousands of feet in the air, heading towards New York as quickly as possible. Through his powers, he could negate his own gravity and constantly propel himself forward, flying as quickly as he could take himself. He had received the news in LA regarding the numerous mutant protests that had erupted into huge shows of violence, with thousands dead on all sides. It was no surprise that Vought had pushed themselves to the forefront after this crisis, allowing themselves to infiltrate the bureaucracy of the nation’s military, besides fighting off the criminal underworld.

David had been requested in New York, the bright, young, up and coming hero would be placed at the forefront of Vought’s home city, though he still wondered what the occasion would truly be for. Perhaps it was so the company could keep him close, wanting to better his career opportunities by being so close to the home office, or to keep him under a much closer eye instead. Either way, David would comply. New York meant new challenges, a new lifestyle, and a new population to protect, even from themselves.

Once he had arrived in New York, his first stop was the Vought International Headquarters, wishing to get acquainted with those he would soon be working alongside. He wondered whether he would be assigned to work with anyone in particular to form a new group, or simply continue his regime as a more lone wolf type of superhero. He stopped himself before he collided with the building, lowering himself to the lobby entrance, before entering the building. He strode into the building, a bit confused as to where he was supposed to go or who he should report to.

[bxnsh-e]

Saving the world was a scary business. Life risking was totally normal, and so was the amount of bruises she always found lining her skin. But this morning? This morning had been the most brutal of them all...

Lottie sighed, a hand gently resting at her throat as she pouted, soothing her vocal cords with her delicate touch. She had spent the past two hours testing her abilities against prototype earplugs. Whilst Lottie's abilities were useful, she had a habit of accidentally deafening teammates temporarily — according to Headquarters, that just wouldn't do. So, she'd spent the entire morning screaming like her namesake, and now she was tired and ready to go get some spaghetti — oo, or a pizza!

She was lost in her food thoughts when she walked right into a man in a mask.

"Oof!" Lottie quickly took a few successive steps back to stop herself from tumbling, as she peered up at the man. She was a little confused, with a side portion of awe — she hadn't seen this guy before, had she?

"I'm sorry, I'm such a klutz. I seem to start thinking about food and bam — the world around me does not exist!" An awkward laugh escaped her lips as she flashed him a crooked, apologetic smile. "So, uh, I don't think I've seen you here before?"

[hcrizcns-deactivated20200109]

Horizon had remained within the walls of the headquarters for now, taking in the new environment he would find himself in daily. It wasn’t that much different than the one in Los Angeles, just a larger and taller tower than the one that dominated the southern Californian skyline. He had spent most of his years in that tower, if not at home, training constantly. He remembered how he would make his weights ten times heavier or lighter with his powers, wishing for his body to become toned and hardened for whatever would be thrown at it. He had to make sure he fit in his suit after all, and there wasn’t much room for anything except muscle.

Los Angeles was nice, warm, and filled with plenty of crimes for him to stop. He had done exceedingly well for himself there, but now he would live in New York, doing who knows what for who in the company. While he was lost in thought, he felt someone bump into him, a red headed girl who he hadn’t seen before, or recognized from any TV spots. Part of him wondered who she was or why she had bumped into him. He looked as she stumbled backwards, moving his hand subtly to further prevent her from falling, giving her a small push back to her feet before she regained her footing on her own.

He looked her over before a smile formed on his face, taking off his mask with ease to see her face to face. He usually only wore his mask when he was flying at high altitudes, not wanting his face to feel extremely cold while he flew through the air at nearly supersonic speeds. He listened to her speak with a comforting smile on his face, wanting to assure her that it was nothing. “Don’t worry, I’m sure me just standing here isn’t doing anyone any favors anyways.” He chuckled, before extending his hand. “Horizon. While I’m not a new hero I’m new here. I’ve been in Los Angeles for most of my career, and the company thought I should get a promotion to New York, rather than keeping me on the other coast.”

“What about you? What’s your name?”

[bxnsh-e]

Apparently the unfamiliar supe wasn't a dickhead, which made for a welcome surprise. Lottie listened as be explained who he was, where he had come from — so he was new to HQ? That was something she could help with, and probably finding out where he would be staying too...

"Horizon?" she repeated, a smile touching her lips. "Oh yeah, I've heard about you — all good things, of course!" The woman glanced towards the exit of the building, towards the beckoning promise of pizza, before glancing back to Horizon. She could spare some time at least, right?

"Oh I'm basically new here, I'm Lottie— no, wait, Banshee. Lottie, and Banshee. I go by both." As smooth as ever, Lottie gave an awkward eye roll to herself. "Cool costume by the way, I don't have one of those yet."

With a pause, she added, "Oh, hey, where do you need to be? I can help you get there, maybe?"

[theglacier]

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The Daily Bugle was giving Lottie a headache as of recently, but she still found herself perusing the pages in the hopes of finding information that was somewhat intriguing, or accurate. The young woman flipped through the pages of the newspaper, preferring the physicality of the paper slipping between her fingertips to the scrolling of an article on her phone. The main page listed a story about recent events with the mutants: many were dead, and now they were hated. In true Lottie fashion, her iPad was open and she was fact checking with other sources.

With a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach, Lottie tossed the paper onto he chipped wooden table before glancing around the café she had come to sit in. There was something sickening about what happened, but as always, Lottie found herself sceptical about the reported incidents. Once upon a time, doubt and investigation was her line of work, but now she represented something that people either admired, or hated.

At this hour, the café always mellowed out, and she could hear mild chatter and the sound of jazz music. That same track had been on repeat for at least ten minutes, and Lottie had already found herself humming along. Reaching for her hot, bitter cup of dark roast, Lottie had three large gulps of its contents before glancing lazily towards the empty seat across from her.

How was the boss hoping the Supes would tackle the publicity and backlash with this one?

Elizabeth had been around Vought for so long it was worrying when they brought in younger, fresher girls who weren’t aging out like she was. The Young American’s were her life and The Seven was her dream that seemed more out of reach than ever so she found herself focusing on the redhead in her coffee shop.  “You work for Vought right?” Elizabeth asked a little abrupt. “What team are you joining?”

[bxnsh-e]

The interjection from Elizabeth was a bit of a shock, but Lottie managed to flash a pearly white smile regardless. The young woman shrugged her shoulders ever so slightly. "I work for Vought, yeah, but I'm new so they're still in talks about which team is my 'best fit', or something like that. They're also having to work on earplugs that can protect the team from going deaf, so... I guess for now, they're taking precautions before shotting me in somewhere." Lottie laughed at that, unsure of what else to think. It was peculiar, being so out in the open about who she was, but it was nice too. "You're the Glacier, right? Pleasure to meet you!"

[fxckingcherry]

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Lottie wasn’t a fan of interruption, especially when the interruption in question was an unwelcome one. The young woman raised an eyebrow when the famed Supe came to sit beside her, and with a sniff she returned to her scrolling. Frankly, Lottie didn’t enjoy small talk, or awkward situations - she knew of his publicity stunt with his TV girlfriend, the Glacier, and she had no intention to be part of the next headline: In the deep end with another woman?

He spoke to her then, asking about the paper she had so carelessly placed upon the table ahead of her. Without so much as a word, Lottie picked up the paper and held it out to him with a warm grin and a small chuckle. It wasn’t that she disliked company, more so that she didn’t like unannounced company, but at least he was being somewhat polite. You know, except for-

“Sure, here you go.” she spoke softly, gently nudging the paper into his extended hand. “Though I think next time you might benefit from a please.”

The Deep should have been used to people being cautious and a little off with him given everything Starlight had said. Everyone was so quick to believe her and berate him without fulling hearing his side and of course, Vought was the same. They only cared what the press thought, not how it would affect him. “How about I buy you a coffee to make up for my manners?” He didn’t really want the paper but it was as good as any excuse to strike up a conversation. “I’m Kevin by the way and if you need a guide, I can be that guy.”

[bxnsh-e]

She knew she had to be wary of the man sat beside her, but that didn't mean she had to ignore him, right? Lottie chuckled and soon she managed to flash him a small, playful smile. "Kevin," she repeated, almost as though she was tasting the name on the tip of her tongue as she pulled her coffee closer to her and took a sip of it. "It's nice to have a name to the face other than 'The Deep'. I can't really take it seriously; there's an aquarium with that name back home."

Realising all too late that perhaps her words might have offended, she flashed him an apologetic smile before adding, "If I drink another one of these, I'm going to get the jitters. I'm Charlotte, by the way, everyone calls me Lottie."

His offer of a 'guide' might have made her scoff if she didn't think he was trying his best to be polite. So, with another sip, her emerald eyes met his over the lip of her mug and she asked, "Well, Kevin, what is it about me that makes you think that maybe I need a guide?"

[hcrizcns-deactivated20200109]

Horizon could feel the wind blowing against his suit, his face protected from the biting cold thanks to his mask, as he flew across the sky. He was tens of thousands of feet in the air, heading towards New York as quickly as possible. Through his powers, he could negate his own gravity and constantly propel himself forward, flying as quickly as he could take himself. He had received the news in LA regarding the numerous mutant protests that had erupted into huge shows of violence, with thousands dead on all sides. It was no surprise that Vought had pushed themselves to the forefront after this crisis, allowing themselves to infiltrate the bureaucracy of the nation’s military, besides fighting off the criminal underworld.

David had been requested in New York, the bright, young, up and coming hero would be placed at the forefront of Vought’s home city, though he still wondered what the occasion would truly be for. Perhaps it was so the company could keep him close, wanting to better his career opportunities by being so close to the home office, or to keep him under a much closer eye instead. Either way, David would comply. New York meant new challenges, a new lifestyle, and a new population to protect, even from themselves.

Once he had arrived in New York, his first stop was the Vought International Headquarters, wishing to get acquainted with those he would soon be working alongside. He wondered whether he would be assigned to work with anyone in particular to form a new group, or simply continue his regime as a more lone wolf type of superhero. He stopped himself before he collided with the building, lowering himself to the lobby entrance, before entering the building. He strode into the building, a bit confused as to where he was supposed to go or who he should report to.

[bxnsh-e]

Saving the world was a scary business. Life risking was totally normal, and so was the amount of bruises she always found lining her skin. But this morning? This morning had been the most brutal of them all...

Lottie sighed, a hand gently resting at her throat as she pouted, soothing her vocal cords with her delicate touch. She had spent the past two hours testing her abilities against prototype earplugs. Whilst Lottie's abilities were useful, she had a habit of accidentally deafening teammates temporarily — according to Headquarters, that just wouldn't do. So, she'd spent the entire morning screaming like her namesake, and now she was tired and ready to go get some spaghetti — oo, or a pizza!

She was lost in her food thoughts when she walked right into a man in a mask.

"Oof!" Lottie quickly took a few successive steps back to stop herself from tumbling, as she peered up at the man. She was a little confused, with a side portion of awe — she hadn't seen this guy before, had she?

"I'm sorry, I'm such a klutz. I seem to start thinking about food and bam — the world around me does not exist!" An awkward laugh escaped her lips as she flashed him a crooked, apologetic smile. "So, uh, I don't think I've seen you here before?"

[bxnsh-e]

The Daily Bugle was giving Lottie a headache as of recently, but she still found herself perusing the pages in the hopes of finding information that was somewhat intriguing, or accurate. The young woman flipped through the pages of the newspaper, preferring the physicality of the paper slipping between her fingertips to the scrolling of an article on her phone. The main page listed a story about recent events with the mutants: many were dead, and now they were hated. In true Lottie fashion, her iPad was open and she was fact checking with other sources.

With a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach, Lottie tossed the paper onto he chipped wooden table before glancing around the café she had come to sit in. There was something sickening about what happened, but as always, Lottie found herself sceptical about the reported incidents. Once upon a time, doubt and investigation was her line of work, but now she represented something that people either admired, or hated.

At this hour, the café always mellowed out, and she could hear mild chatter and the sound of jazz music. That same track had been on repeat for at least ten minutes, and Lottie had already found herself humming along. Reaching for her hot, bitter cup of dark roast, Lottie had three large gulps of its contents before glancing lazily towards the empty seat across from her.

How was the boss hoping the Supes would tackle the publicity and backlash with this one?

[a-bizzard-of-a-man]

Randall took a breath as he walked into the café, after the whole incident which had turned out to be a mutant attack he'd been taking extra jobs from Negative to keep himself busy but all those extra jobs were taking a toll on him. He ordered himself a cup of coffee and while he waited for it he glanced around wondering why he hadn't gone to it before. It seemed like a nice enough place and at the moment it didn't seem as crowded as the one he normally visited. Once his coffee was ready he paid for it then went to go find himself a seat.

"Excuse me miss but would this seat happen to be taken?" Randall questioned as he approached the table that the younger woman was sitting at.

[bxnsh-e]

Distracted only by the sound of a man's voice, Lottie's gaze quickly flicked upwards to study who had broken her away from her reading. As she closed the case of her iPad, Lottie offered the man a small smile before gesturing to the seat across from her. He was perfectly polite, and so she saw no reason to turn him down, even there were empty tables.

"Go right ahead," she told him, lifting her shoulders into a small shrug. "I could use some company anyway."

[fxckingcherry]

bxnsh-e‌:

The Daily Bugle was giving Lottie a headache as of recently, but she still found herself perusing the pages in the hopes of finding information that was somewhat intriguing, or accurate. The young woman flipped through the pages of the newspaper, preferring the physicality of the paper slipping between her fingertips to the scrolling of an article on her phone. The main page listed a story about recent events with the mutants: many were dead, and now they were hated. In true Lottie fashion, her iPad was open and she was fact checking with other sources.

With a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach, Lottie tossed the paper onto he chipped wooden table before glancing around the café she had come to sit in. There was something sickening about what happened, but as always, Lottie found herself sceptical about the reported incidents. Once upon a time, doubt and investigation was her line of work, but now she represented something that people either admired, or hated.

At this hour, the café always mellowed out, and she could hear mild chatter and the sound of jazz music. That same track had been on repeat for at least ten minutes, and Lottie had already found herself humming along. Reaching for her hot, bitter cup of dark roast, Lottie had three large gulps of its contents before glancing lazily towards the empty seat across from her.

How was the boss hoping the Supes would tackle the publicity and backlash with this one?

Just when the world was accepting those who were above them, those who were chosen by God and whoever else they all turned on the mutants of the world more ferociously than before and The Deep couldn’t give two fucks. They were beneath any member of Vought, they were even beneath the fucking sorry excuses of humans they had to meet and smile to every day so the news that they were getting arrested more didn’t phase him. He ordered his usual, dressed in his civilian clothes and grabbed a muffin before sitting next to a red head. Even though his super hero side was dating The Glacier for publicity, that didn’t mean he couldn’t appreciate a good looking woman when he saw one. “Can I borrow that?” He asked with a charming smile, pointing at the paper. “If you don’t mind that is.”

[bxnsh-e]

Lottie wasn’t a fan of interruption, especially when the interruption in question was an unwelcome one. The young woman raised an eyebrow when the famed Supe came to sit beside her, and with a sniff she returned to her scrolling. Frankly, Lottie didn’t enjoy small talk, or awkward situations - she knew of his publicity stunt with his TV girlfriend, the Glacier, and she had no intention to be part of the next headline: In the deep end with another woman?

He spoke to her then, asking about the paper she had so carelessly placed upon the table ahead of her. Without so much as a word, Lottie picked up the paper and held it out to him with a warm grin and a small chuckle. It wasn’t that she disliked company, more so that she didn’t like unannounced company, but at least he was being somewhat polite. You know, except for-

“Sure, here you go.” she spoke softly, gently nudging the paper into his extended hand. “Though I think next time you might benefit from a please.”

[bxnsh-e]

The Daily Bugle was giving Lottie a headache as of recently, but she still found herself perusing the pages in the hopes of finding information that was somewhat intriguing, or accurate. The young woman flipped through the pages of the newspaper, preferring the physicality of the paper slipping between her fingertips to the scrolling of an article on her phone. The main page listed a story about recent events with the mutants: many were dead, and now they were hated. In true Lottie fashion, her iPad was open and she was fact checking with other sources.

With a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach, Lottie tossed the paper onto he chipped wooden table before glancing around the café she had come to sit in. There was something sickening about what happened, but as always, Lottie found herself sceptical about the reported incidents. Once upon a time, doubt and investigation was her line of work, but now she represented something that people either admired, or hated.

At this hour, the café always mellowed out, and she could hear mild chatter and the sound of jazz music. That same track had been on repeat for at least ten minutes, and Lottie had already found herself humming along. Reaching for her hot, bitter cup of dark roast, Lottie had three large gulps of its contents before glancing lazily towards the empty seat across from her.

How was the boss hoping the Supes would tackle the publicity and backlash with this one?

[bxnsh-e]

BASICS

NAME: Charlotte Lucie Crooks.

NICKNAMES: Lottie, Banshee.

AGE: 22 years old.

FACECLAIM: Kat McNamara.

GENDER: Female.

PREFERRED PRONOUNS: She/her.

TEAM/GROUP: Vought, no specific team.

OCCUPATION: Supe, ex-intelligence analyst for the Central Intelligence Agency.

QUESTIONNAIRE

WHAT WAS YOUR CHARACTER DOING WHEN THE THANOS SNAP HAPPENED?

Lottie worked within the CIA as an intelligence analyst, and when the snap happened, she was in the middle of documenting money laundering sites on the geographic information systems and sifting through surveillance footage to help put a stop to the laundering. She was fresh out of college and already making impressions on the president with her work ethic and results, but sadly, she was about to list the final money laundering site when suddenly she dusted and entered the void of nothingness.

WHO DOES YOUR CHARACTER FIGHT FOR AND WHY?

Lottie now fights for Vought. After returning from the ‘dust’, she found herself without work and with a lot of changes to come to terms with. Lottie tried to live as normal a life as possible upon her return, but had heard many things about Vought and their teams of Supes such as The Seven; this made her feel more open to embracing her powers. It was on a late night as she was returning home from a bar when she protected a woman from being assaulted that she was caught on the very thing she once analysed: surveillance cameras. Before she knew it, Vought had an identification and brought her in. Lottie eventually agreed to fight alongside the organisation as she began to feel as though she had, in essence, found her people and those who wanted to do good things for innocent people.

WHAT DOES YOUR CHARACTER THINK OF THE SUPES?

As a Supe herself, Lottie has come to be rather fond of Vought and their support for her kind. Lottie thinks that Supes are just enhanced versions of ordinary people who are provided with the ability to serve justice and protect the world. In truth, Lottie thinks that Supes are misunderstood, and hopes in joining Vought, that she can help make them more relatable and accepted by those who are unfamiliar with them.

WHAT IS YOUR CHARACTERS BIGGEST SECRET?

Her greatest secret is the truth about how her biological parents died; it is something that haunts her everyday, and she avoids having to talk about the situation by simply acting as though she cannot remember the incident, because she was so young. What people do not know, does not hear them, after all.

WHAT IS YOUR CHARACTERS BEST AND WORST MEMORY?

Lottie recalls her graduation day as though she lived through it only yesterday. She gained her degree in International Relations with minors in computer science and programming from Brown University, Rhode Island. She doesn’t even mind that she got hairspray in her eye.

Her worst memory is the loss of her parents, but hey, you don’t need to know the details about that...

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The time for superheroes is now and LOTTIE CROOKS is here. People have seen BANSHEE running around with VOUGHT. She is 22 and WAS dusted by Thanos. She are known for being RESOURCEFUL AND TRUSTWORTHY and can be DEFENSIVE AND PESSIMISTIC. She is a SUPE and DO HAVE POWERS. Her powers are SONIC SCREAM and ENHANCED SPEED. Can they survive in this new superhero world? (Kat McNamara/Female/She/Her) (Chloe/20/She/Her/GMT)

   voughthq welcomes BANSHEE into the group!

LOTTIE CROOKS has been accepted! Please send in your character’s account to the main within the next 48 hours. We are delighted to have you here with us, Chloe!

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