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Played By: Lone Archer

Overdose by Lone Archer

TEAM: Freelance Villain


KIT CLASS: Arcane Lore

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Survival - 9 wins!

Fight Record
League Wins: 9
League Losses: 3
Out Of League Wins: 0
Out of League Losses: 1
Total Wins: 9
Total Losses: 4
The Master Creator - Win 6-5
Broken Richter - Loss 4-5
Sugar Sweet and the Color Bunch - Loss 6-8
The Storyteller - Win 8-5
Tabitha Rain - Win 9-5
Stone - Win 11-4
Roy Flamberge - Win 9-4
The Prey - Win 9-5
Perfect Erich - Win 9-5
Breaker - Win 8-7
Scarlett "Scar" Swarr - Win 7-5
Baron of Ether - Loss 6-10
Lianne the Holy Diver - Loss 5-9

'My name is Erin April, and for a long time my life has been... relatively normal. I like to think that what's happened hasn't been my fault, that it really just was a... freak accident. But I know that's not true. I was born just about sixteen years ago. I'll be sixteen in about three months. Not that that matters. My father worked as a radiation oncologist and my mother was basically your stereotypical housewife, not that she minded. I attended a nice high school, termed by my freakishly annoying literature teacher to be 'in the top 14% of schools in the nation'. Yet... I was never actually happy. I guess you could say that my friends were a bit... shady. I loved Chase. He was great: a track star, incredibly muscular and handsome. He was the works. He smoked pot with his friends and somehow I got tangled up with him. It didn't turn out pretty. For a while, I thought I was okay. For a while I thought that I would never get caught and that maybe I could find happiness. I mean it was only one joint. What could happen? I'm not sure what happened the rest of that day, we had alcohol too, but Chase seemed happier the next day so I was glad for him. It... it became a weekly thing, then a daily thing, then I couldn't stop thinking about it. My mom found out... and in the rush of adrenaline and the loss of sense, I found her dead, bleeding, on the kitchen floor. Even today I'm not sure if I did it, but the gun was lying several feet away. I'm sure it wasn't me...'


Personality: 'It wasn't long before police found out. I mean, obviously my dad would notice if my mom just... disappeared. I didn't know what would happen and the police just took me in for normal questioning- like they usually do. I didn't want to, but I guess I just spilled the beans. Chase and his friends got in trouble and so did I and... I was scared. I was very scared. Heh. See now you're looking at me like, "That's not an excuse". You could say that. You COULD say that, but... I didn't know at the time. No one knew. How could I have known? I was only fourteen. Has it really... only been two years? I mean, people go on to tell that my story's all cliched and crap like that and that I should stop making things up... it hurts. It hurt when my father didn't want me anymore, when he blamed me for mom's death. Heh. It just... hurt. In the confusion of the... incident, I got away and ran. They didn't find me for a while and I spent a good deal of the next few months hiding. I'm not sure what happened to Chase... even today. But his stupidity got me hooked and I felt the lust and the draw to get more drugs. I couldn't just go out though. They would definitely find me. So I did what I did before... I don't know what happened but the new thing, it... worked. I felt better. I stole some aspirin and ran. It was the next best thing.'




Standard Normal human strength.Agility:


Superior This fighter can dodge, weave and move
with the grace of an Olympic gymnast.


Standard Normal human endurance. Mind:


Standard Normal human mental resources.

The Ultimate High

'It worked. It felt great. In that short period of time, I was on top of the world. I still kind of miss it, even though it's been two years. I guess old habits die hard, you know? I was afraid that I would get caught, I was getting increasingly paranoid and I could no longer tell if what I was sensing was real, or just a hallucination. In a matter of weeks, I think they gave up. I had hidden well and used my... ability to the extent of my powers. I still resent these... powers. Which is why I came to you. I guess I still haven't explained my problem, right? For the machine to work... Here's it in a nutshell:'

Kiss of Death

  • Power: Toxic Touch
  • Level:Supreme
  • Kit Power Link: Arcane Lore
  • Double Damage Causes Double the damage to Master Training class characters.
  • Area Effect This attack causes damage in a large area.
  • Ranged and Melee Attack! Attack is equally effective at range and up close.
  • Multi Attack Attack can hit multiple times during one strike.
'Around the time I first started drugs, I gained this ability, and at first I thought it was normal for pot smokers. How naive. I guess it had something to do with my father's anti-mutant sediment. I guess it's ironic that he'd be forced to have a mutant for a kid. He must be so ashamed... the jerk. I found out that my body would constantly convert the air around me into whatever toxin I thought of. At first it was just oxygen or something else not harmful but over time, drugs were all I could think about. I ended up as basically a walking drug. When I walked into that convenience store everyone sort of... I don't know. I also found that the closer I am to a target, the more they're affected. That's why I asked for the glass wall between us. The toxin was especially strong around my hands and lips. I could blow a kiss and someone would get knocked out. Even just breathing near someone it could... never mind. I'd rather not talk about it.'


'When I was high I was on top of the world and I guess I was just... ignorant. I mean, you know that phrase, "ignorance is bliss". I spent way too long hiding. No water to bathe, barely any food, no heat. And yet, I survived. I didn't feel the hunger pangs and freezing cold that one would expect. I was just completely and utterly oblivious to the fact that I was dying. I wish I could sugar-coat it but I can't. If we- if I can't pull through this... operation of yours, then I might as well go. It wouldn't be the first time that I had been depressed. Attempted suicide, overdosing. You name it. I...don't want to sound like a brat who thinks that their life is so bad and all they do is angst and complain all day. I've tried to be optimistic. I've even stopped the drug intake... for about twenty minutes, but it's the thought that counts, right? I just... need your help.'

Pea Soup Fog

  • Power: Smoke Screen
  • Level:Superior
  • Kit Power Link: Arcane Lore
  • Ranged and Melee Attack! Attack is equally effective at range and up close.
'I guess you could say that after running from police for such a long time that I've gotten better at this. I've gotten more creative alright, and occasionally, I even sort of enjoy it. Like I said, feigning optimizom. The first time I ever used my ability, it was just releasing harmless gases, and the longer I had this ability the more I realized that I could release any sort of gas that I came in contact with. I could probably spread the chicken pox if I wanted to. I began to use my ability to create a thick blanket of smoke to get away from people, not that it really worked all that well. Pursuers could just trace the trail of fog and unless I began dispensing oxygen or something else, I was still traceable. Still though, it provided a nice diversion to get here. I just hope it was worth my time.'


Assisted Suicide

'I've heard of this program, don't worry. I know what to do. Just a few more minutes and everything... everything will be over. How long have you been doing this, I don't mean to pry or anything, cause the place seems... relatively new. I guess there's nothing left to do. Either my powers go or I do. Whatever happens... thank you, I guess.'

Time to say... good night.