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Description
Real name: Bartolomew “Simba” Brown
Age: early twenties
Gender: male
Race/ethnicity: caucasian
Power: mindcontrol through spoken commands
Power origin: demon ancestry
Authors note: will probably hit it off with the costume designer after everyone is brought in to get a costume make-over and they strike up a conversation about their supernatural ancestry.

Origin story:
Mary Ann Brown was a regular young lady living in a regular small American town. She was living with her folks whom she loved a lot and who had raised her to be an honest and charitable christian woman. Her dad had fallen ill when she was just nineteen and most of her days were spent taking care of him and running errands. She had only once been kissed by a boy in something other than a friendly manner but she had been twelve and her parents had yelled at her when they had found out so she hadn't done anything of the sort since. She secretly took fancy to one of the neighbour boys who'd she sometimes make eyes with during church and had spoken to once unaccompanied, but he hadn't tried to put the moves on her and anyway no-one knew so she wasn't in trouble.

Today she was taking a risk again. She was hanging around the neighbour boy, without anyone around. She was running with him on a field on the outskirts of her town, careless and laughing, but then the blue sky turned black real suddenly as if night had fallen in a second, and then bright coulours started dancing across the heavens like the northern lights (she had once seen a picture). It was beautiful but it also frightened her. She looked for the boy but he was gone, the field stretched into infinity.
In the distance she saw a man walking her way. It was a dainty gentleman with a bristly mustache and a pleasant round face. He was wearing a loose suite and a bowler hat. He took forever to reach her and when he did he said "Good day madam, my sovereign wishes to speak to you. I shall interpret."
"Excuse me?" she replied, "I don't understand."
At that moment a sharp wind started blowing carrying tiny bits of dust which spun around before her and the gentleman and condensed into a huge beast. It was a lion and a ram and a person but it had all colors. They danced acros his form like they did in the strange sky. He open his mouth and an almost inaudibly low but still strikingly loud roar rumbled out.
"You shall bare me a son." stated the dainty man.
"Excuse me?! I will not!" she said, startled "I won't!"
The beast lowered his head, it's huge beard brushed against the girl's cheeck. A softer roar.
"It is done." said the man and started walking away.
The beast dissolved into tiny particles again and swept past her on the wind and disappeared. The sky turned normal again. When she looked around she saw they boy a few yards in front of her still running. He turned around, saw her standing still and called.
"Are you alright?"
"Yes!" she yelled back "I think so."

Bartholomew was born in a big city to a scared and single mother. He was born with a large blond beard and a melodic low voice, which upset most people who came to visit, so his mother didn't have many people over. She didn't allow anyone to comment negatively on her little angel, which she knew had to be the son of a benevolent higher power, but who acording to her father was the bastard son of an ungrateful slut. Bart was raised in a tiny appartment, read the bible every night and prayed before every dinner. When he was about four his mother tried to shave his beard, but every razor broke as soon as it touched the blond strands. After six razors she got the hint.

In preschool the kids teased him with his weird appearence and his stupid low voice. He sounded like a monster form a cartoon. He was such a loser. Then of course when Disney's The Lion King hit the theatres his other nicknames were abandoned and he became known as Simba, king of the losers. At home his mother, who had grown into her role and had gained a lot of confidence, thought Simba actually wasn't such a bad name, so they made it their little joke. Of course the children were yelling Simba at him for he was would always be her little lion king.

After eightteen years of being know as the weird kid with the beard and getting all sorts of grief for it, he kissed his mother goodbye and left for college campus. Suddenly in this new enviroment where full facial hair and a low voice were considered advantages instead of drawbacks, Bartholomew, although he now prefered Simba, could let his guard down and actually make a fair amount of friends and hooked up with a few girlfriends. He grew more and more confident and became very active in sports and started hitting the gym. In a year he grew from a average boy with a beard into a muscular man, and a quite popular one because no store cleric ever carded him when buying booze.

With this new confidence also arose his powers. He discovered that if he said something with enough conviction his voice would drop slightly lower still and people would obey without question. It was unfortunate that he had to find out after telling an anoying teammate to "go fuck himself". The teammate was later transfered to the hospital with a dislocated hipjoint and a twist in his spine. After the doctors took care of his injuries he had to be restrained and was sent to the psychiatric ward because as soon as he was released he would again make some weird pelvic motion while muttering "I have to, I've got to, I can do this" and redo all the damage. When Simba visited him he waited for everyone to leave the room.
"You know I didn't really mean that you should... you know" he whispered, but the guy kept on writhing in his restraints. Simba looked around, took a deap breath and tried again. His voice dropped.
"Stop trying to fuck yourself."
His teammate relaxed and looked at him. Simba decided to take no chances.
"You won't remember what you did."
The boy was later with a diagnosed with temporary psychosis and memory loss and subsequently discharged.

Later Simba Brown would use his powers to stop bank robbers and the like, usually dressed in a black hoody and always making sure to tell people to not remember his face afterwards. He took on the monicker Baritone which a friend suggested and became a small time local superhero. At some point he told his mother about this and she responded with nothing but pride. "I knew you would do good! Your father would be so proud!" at which point Siba finally became aware of his heritage.

Description
Real name: Bartolomew “Simba” Brown
Age: early twenties
Gender: male
Race/ethnicity: caucasian
Power: mindcontrol through spoken commands
Power origin: demon ancestry
Authors note: will probably hit it off with the costume designer after everyone is brought in to get a costume make-over and they strike up a conversation about their supernatural ancestry.

Origin story:
Mary Ann Brown was a regular young lady living in a regular small American town. She was living with her folks whom she loved a lot and who had raised her to be an honest and charitable christian woman. Her dad had fallen ill when she was just nineteen and most of her days were spent taking care of him and running errands. She had only once been kissed by a boy in something other than a friendly manner but she had been twelve and her parents had yelled at her when they had found out so she hadn't done anything of the sort since. She secretly took fancy to one of the neighbour boys who'd she sometimes make eyes with during church and had spoken to once unaccompanied, but he hadn't tried to put the moves on her and anyway no-one knew so she wasn't in trouble.

Today she was taking a risk again. She was hanging around the neighbour boy, without anyone around. She was running with him on a field on the outskirts of her town, careless and laughing, but then the blue sky turned black real suddenly as if night had fallen in a second, and then bright coulours started dancing across the heavens like the northern lights (she had once seen a picture). It was beautiful but it also frightened her. She looked for the boy but he was gone, the field stretched into infinity.
In the distance she saw a man walking her way. It was a dainty gentleman with a bristly mustache and a pleasant round face. He was wearing a loose suite and a bowler hat. He took forever to reach her and when he did he said "Good day madam, my sovereign wishes to speak to you. I shall interpret."
"Excuse me?" she replied, "I don't understand."
At that moment a sharp wind started blowing carrying tiny bits of dust which spun around before her and the gentleman and condensed into a huge beast. It was a lion and a ram and a person but it had all colors. They danced acros his form like they did in the strange sky. He open his mouth and an almost inaudibly low but still strikingly loud roar rumbled out.
"You shall bare me a son." stated the dainty man.
"Excuse me?! I will not!" she said, startled "I won't!"
The beast lowered his head, it's huge beard brushed against the girl's cheeck. A softer roar.
"It is done." said the man and started walking away.
The beast dissolved into tiny particles again and swept past her on the wind and disappeared. The sky turned normal again. When she looked around she saw they boy a few yards in front of her still running. He turned around, saw her standing still and called.
"Are you alright?"
"Yes!" she yelled back "I think so."

Bartholomew was born in a big city to a scared and single mother. He was born with a large blond beard and a melodic low voice, which upset most people who came to visit, so his mother didn't have many people over. She didn't allow anyone to comment negatively on her little angel, which she knew had to be the son of a benevolent higher power, but who acording to her father was the bastard son of an ungrateful slut. Bart was raised in a tiny appartment, read the bible every night and prayed before every dinner. When he was about four his mother tried to shave his beard, but every razor broke as soon as it touched the blond strands. After six razors she got the hint.

In preschool the kids teased him with his weird appearence and his stupid low voice. He sounded like a monster form a cartoon. He was such a loser. Then of course when Disney's The Lion King hit the theatres his other nicknames were abandoned and he became known as Simba, king of the losers. At home his mother, who had grown into her role and had gained a lot of confidence, thought Simba actually wasn't such a bad name, so they made it their little joke. Of course the children were yelling Simba at him for he was would always be her little lion king.

After eightteen years of being know as the weird kid with the beard and getting all sorts of grief for it, he kissed his mother goodbye and left for college campus. Suddenly in this new enviroment where full facial hair and a low voice were considered advantages instead of drawbacks, Bartholomew, although he now prefered Simba, could let his guard down and actually make a fair amount of friends and hooked up with a few girlfriends. He grew more and more confident and became very active in sports and started hitting the gym. In a year he grew from a average boy with a beard into a muscular man, and a quite popular one because no store cleric ever carded him when buying booze.

With this new confidence also arose his powers. He discovered that if he said something with enough conviction his voice would drop slightly lower still and people would obey without question. It was unfortunate that he had to find out after telling an anoying teammate to "go fuck himself". The teammate was later transfered to the hospital with a dislocated hipjoint and a twist in his spine. After the doctors took care of his injuries he had to be restrained and was sent to the psychiatric ward because as soon as he was released he would again make some weird pelvic motion while muttering "I have to, I've got to, I can do this" and redo all the damage. When Simba visited him he waited for everyone to leave the room.
"You know I didn't really mean that you should... you know" he whispered, but the guy kept on writhing in his restraints. Simba looked around, took a deap breath and tried again. His voice dropped.
"Stop trying to fuck yourself."
His teammate relaxed and looked at him. Simba decided to take no chances.
"You won't remember what you did."
The boy was later with a diagnosed with temporary psychosis and memory loss and subsequently discharged.

Later Simba Brown would use his powers to stop bank robbers and the like, usually dressed in a black hoody and always making sure to tell people to not remember his face afterwards. He took on the monicker Baritone which a friend suggested and became a small time local superhero. At some point he told his mother about this and she responded with nothing but pride. "I knew you would do good! Your father would be so proud!" at which point Siba finally became aware of his heritage.