I'm adding one more character. Sorry! I'm not going to write from her persepctive so I won't make a charrie sheet, but her name is Molli, she has messy curly dark brown hair and freckles, is very emotional and a sucky supervillain. She can also make a duplicate version of herself to confuse opponents.

Also, Kendall, Molli, and Aaron are people. They're not invincible and CAN die. Their supernatural abilities come from small objects called Trinkets, which also give an amount of extrastrength, agility, and resistance to pain.

All have symbols corresponding to the powers that they give. Molli's is a silver watch, Kendall's is a pewter ring, and Aaron's is a leather cord around his wrist. Without the Trinkets, they're normal humans.

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Kendall -

"I just discovered something brilliant," Aaron exclaims, bursting into my dorm room without even bothering to knock. He's bundled up in a too-large red-and-white striped parka and a matching scarf that lend him the oh-so-flattering appearance of a pudgy candy cane.

"Whatever it is, no," I say, not looking up from my laptop. I have a Biology paper due tomorrow and there's only so many missing assignments I can get away with before the professor flips out on me.

In my defense, there are streets that need a little excitement/destruction and it's my job to provide them that. Then again, I can't exactly use that as an excuse to get out of class. College is the freaking worst.

"Fire away," says Molli, the world's worst supervillain and my completely disorganized roommate, from her spot sprawled across the sofa where she's watching that cheesy hospital drama she's obsessed with.

"A villain pub," Aaron says dramatically. "It's a pub. For villains."

"I never could have guessed that," I deadpan.

"Really?"

"... That was sarcasm."

"Oh." 

Molli shoves a handful of popcorn into her mouth. "Seems cool," she says thickly. "I say we check it out."

I give her a look. "Biology paper?"

"You don't have to go." Molli has ambled over to the door and is pulling on her favorite pair of scuffed-up Doc Martens. "You can stay right here and be boring. No one's stopping you."

Whoa, okay, I'm not going to be insulted like this, especially not by Molli "Don't Kill Civilians" Bryant. 

I sigh. "Fine. Coming."

- t i m e s k i p -

"Tada! Here we are!" 

"This is a wall," Molli raises a skeptical eyebrow at Aaron's enthusiastic exclaimation.

"But look at this." Aaron points at a single brick that is emblazoned with the image of an eye surrounded pby a set of strange runes.

I squint at the symbols. "It looks like a mix of Egyptian, Latin, Norse, and... something else."

"I took Latin in high school," Molli offers, peeking over my shoulder. "See, that part there, I think it says, um... however good ends?"

"No, tandem means at last, not however," I say. "It's at last, good ends."

"I don't care about Latin," Aaron whines. "Let's go in!"

Molli grins. "Why not?" She reaches forward and presses her hand against the brick.

The wall spills open. The bricks dislodge from one another and slide against one another, whirring and pushing backwards and forwards until they settle into the shape of an arched door, the entrance to a dimly lit passageway, lined with flickering torches that emit a cool, greenish-yellow light.

"Cool," Molli breathes.

"C'mon!" Aaron says, skipping through the arch and starting down the corridor.

"Ugh," I sigh. Molli does that subtle little smile of hers and grabs my hand.

"Y'know," she says, "It'll do you good to try something without analzying all possible outcomes first." And then without any warning, she's sprinting after Aaron and dragging me behind her.

The bricks shift once again and the archway shut, plunging the hall into near-blackness.

Tuerie quietly made her way down the dark alleyway towards the pub. Her boots clicked against the cobblestone street as she pushed a curl away from her face. She had only one mission, and it was important, and nothing was going to stop her. She reached the dirty, windowless door and turned the knob. She watched her long, nailed fingers twist it and pull the door open with a creak, and as she lifted her eyes, she saw a dragonborne woman with bright red hair and eyes standing on the bar, saying something. Tuerie surveyed the surprised faces of the crowd of villains, most of which had now turned to her.

"Ah, Bree Thorne! Mon vieil ami! What a pleasure to once again see you!" She cried in a slightly mocking tone, glancing haughtily at the crowd. As she took a step, they parted like the Red Sea. She extended her arm as Thorne growled. 

"Did I hear someone say..." Tuerie whipped a dagger out of her cape with a flourish. "Time Masters?" She continued to walk towards Thorne. When she reached the bar, she climbed upon it and stood next to Thorne.

"If there is anyone to help you track down and kill ces faiblesses..." She once again looked around at the crowd, some of whom were beginning to grow bored of this strange occurrence, then back at Thorne.

"Ç'est moi. So I would recommend that you give me a chance, before trying to kill me as you did last time. And seeing as I have quite recently begun to take in interest in these 'Time Masters,' I have some information utile to offer. All I ask is that you let me kill the first one."

"What type of information?" Thorne growled.  

"Oh, you know. The standard. A trail of clues, left behind, easy to track. Strange messages. Blood on the carpet. That type of thing. I've already done it all, and that's the partie practique; now, all you have to do is link together des indices, until you've tracked these Time Masters down. After that, it's the straightforward task of getting there, and killing them."

Thorne looked hungry for information, though wary of making a deal.

"Anything else?"

"Well," Tuerie noticed without much interest that most of the pub had returned to their drinks. "I do have a bit of intel on... their leader." Tuerie saw Thorne's eyes widen.

"Is it a deal then, compagnon méchant?" She held out her hand.

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Sorry if this was a bit charrie controlling! I'll change anything if you want. Thorne, will you take the deal? 

Well, since I want to participate in this, I will make a completely new, never before seen or used villain.

Name: Margaret Bennet, goes by Mar

Age: 23

Gender: Female

Alias: Aes Reus

Appearance: Light brown, slightly curly hair with streaks of natural gold (the metal). Bronzed skin and violet eyes with teal and gold flecks in them. Wears a black leather jacket with steampunk designs on it in gold, black skinny jeans, and high heeled black combat boots with gold studs and gears that she can still fight very well in. Wears a black steampunk top hat and carries a black and gold cane.

Personality: Very calculating with a fiery temper that explodes out of her at times. Really good with machines and stuff as well as knowing and seeing how things (including people) work. She is capable of looking at something and telling exactly how the parts fit together and work, and turning things inito metal. I will develop her more later, I just did this completely spur of the moment.

Weapon: Her cane, which is weighted perfectly to break bones and the top of which comes off to be a revolver. Her powers; slightly controlling people's bodies, and turning creatures into metal statues (like Medusa).

Nemesis: None yet

Other: I might make  story with her as the main villain, that would be cool.

Wait, Genesis isn't my only evil character!

Name: Brandy Hengel

Age: 95 but looks 16 (she's a 20's cartoon)

Gender: F

Alias (optional): Brackets

Appearance: long black hair, cartoon eyes, white devil horns and tail, black halo and wings, wears a 1800's style tie and a white shirt, large gloves, a black skirt and knee-high boots.  Looks like an animated character come to life.  Has braces.

Personality: Cold, intimidating, cocky, sly

Weapon (Optional): an L-shaped pipe

Nemesis (optional): Me

If they work at the Pub, their occupation: none

Other:  YES, SHE IS A TWENTIES CARTOON.

Thorne~

Thorne eyed the girl standing in front of her. This person knew her, and something about those piercing green eyes seemed so eerily familar.....

Thorne's memory suddenly snapped into place, and she had a sharp memory of twisting allies and foggy streets and persuing footsteps.....

Thorne reached out and grabbed her hand. "It's a deal." Stepping down from the bar, she whispered "Paris. You were there, part of the underground system. You helped me escape Interpol that one time, right?" The girl nodded. "Oui, mon ami. Ce'tait moi. You can call me Diable." Thorne rustled her wings impatiantly. "Now that the introductions are over, tell me about the Time Masters....."

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Super sorry for the short post, but I've gtg to bed now. Anyone else can help Thorne with the Time Masters if they want! 

Also, before I write this post, Brackets is mute.

~Brackets

I jump up and slap the eye on the brick a foot above me.  The wall opens and I step through, feeling it close behind me.  I walk down the dimly lit hallway to the steel door.

I held up a paper blotted with ink with my writing scrawled across it: "It feels good to be bad," and signed it with my other hand. (finching ASL)

The door cracked open, and I shoved it open the rest of the way.  There's some guy picking bones up off the floor, a girl sitting at a table by herself, and "Funhouse" by Pink playing.  Today's gonna be great.

I walk up to the bar and jump up onto a stool.  I pull out a pad of paper and a fountain pen (ya know, like those old-timey ones?) and write on it: "Ink please."

I tear out the page and push it towards the bartender.  He nods at me and turns to get my drink. 

Nina-

"Ahem," I say to the crowd of misfits, muttering ,"Sonorus." Every head turns. "Feel free to join me on a killing spree." I say, and step down. "Well, it might be worth it," a voice says. I turn around and see . . .

Jemma~

I glance up. "Any particular targets?"

"We can have a variety," someone answers. "Innocents and targets."

I grin. Well if they need me to get into a secured building, it'll be easy. I'll just shift into a guard or police officer.

This'll be fun.  

Jemma~

I shift into a guard she was describing.

"Consider it done," I say with a smirk.