Post by Firelizard on Aug 1, 2024 4:41:36 GMT
“Sing until the whole world hears you.”
General Information
Full Name:
Nura Amjad
Codename or Alias:
Shatterbird
Anonymity
Shatterbird is well known as an omega level threat in a variety of global superhuman agencies. Massive amounts of effort are expended in keeping tabs on her whereabouts due to the sheer levels of destruction that follow in her wake. As of late however, she has not been quite as active and has fallen off the radar of many such agencies, many of whom posit that she may have died as a result of a fight with the Justice League…
Gender:
Female
Race:
Parahuman
Age:
29
Place Of Birth:
Dubai, United Arab Emirates
Occupation/Status:
Shatterbird is a nomadic and destructive force of nature, often unable to stay in one place for too long due to her own sadistic and destructive tendencies, as well as due to the actions of any superhero organization unlucky enough to have to face her in an urban or populated environment.
Alignment:
Villain
Factions:
N/A
Canon Or Original?:
Canon
Powers/Abilities:
Silicakinesis
Shatterbird has the ability to manipulate silicon through the use of high frequency sounds, giving her almost perfect control over all glass, sand, and other siliceous compounds within multiple city blocks of her location. She has often used this power to make every piece of glass shatter in whole cities, using a cascading effect in glass to transmit the sounds of her power for miles. This power is far more precise the closer the siliceous materials are to Shatterbird, allowing her the ability to create targeted storms of glass, constructs, walls, or even finely crafted projectiles. And since her outfit is made out of glass as well, this has also allowed her the ability to fly at incredibly high speeds.
Weapons/Items:
N/A
Appearance
Image:
Physical Appearance:
Shatterbird stands at 5’7” and weighs in at 145 lbs. She has long and flowing brunette hair and almond brown eyes, which match well with her olive colored skin. She is not quite as intimidating physically as other superhumans, though this often is an advantage in any fight once her omega level powers reveal themselves.
Clothing and Armor:
Shatterbird’s iconic outfit is a glass dress made out of thousands of different shards of multicolored glass, most looking like they were taken out of the ornate windows of cathedrals or churches. The dress itself flows well beyond her feet. In addition to that, a helm and open faced mask made out of glass and crafted like that of a bird’s skull hides most of her facial features. The dress itself is not held together by Shatterbird’s power, though it can be used in a time of crisis if she somehow runs out of glass or other materials to manipulate with her power.
Personality
Sexual Orientation:
Bisexual
General Personality:
Shatterbird is a sadistic and violent individual, often craving violence and destruction at the expense of those around her. However she presents herself as an aspiring scholar and leader, looking to gather a flock of like minded individuals to her side in order to enhance her own power and prestige. She is also an exceedingly prideful individual, craving the respect and fear of those around her. There is an anarchistic element to her global tours of destruction, wherein Shatterbird looks to destroy the institutions that have arisen to control superhumans and parahumans like herself in order to bring the world back to a state of liberated freedom.
Face/Voice:
Indira Varma
Character's History
Siblings:
Clara Amjad (Deceased)
Mother:
Amira Amjad (Deceased)
Father:
Hassan Amjad (Deceased)
Other Family:
N/A
History:
Nura Amjad was born in Dubai in the United Arab Emirates to a wealthy noble family. Her childhood was rather normal, though she excelled as a student and made many of her teachers believe that she was destined for academic greatness. Her mother and father were deeply involved in charity work, spending most of their time organizing philanthropic fundraising events for a variety of causes throughout the Middle East. This eventually caught the attention of the intelligence service of an authoritarian government, angered by their supporting the cause of a group of refugees deemed rebels and terrorists by their leader. It was at a fundraising dinner in a towering Dubai skyscraper that a bomb was planted and detonated, killing Nura’s family and most of the fundraiser’s attendants. Nura managed to survive somehow, even though she was at the edge of the party closest to the windows. It appeared that her power had triggered as a result of this threat, allowing her to escape death but still having to deal with dozens of glass based lacerations.
Nura was hospitalized and spent months recovering, where she had time to realize that she had gained the power of silicakinesis. She was soon to be released from the hospital when a news story broke, with the leaders of her own government and that of the authoritarians who had taken responsibility for the fundraising attack announcing diplomatic peace talks. Nura blacked out and awoke miles away from a completely destroyed hospital. Knowing that she was responsible for the catastrophic event, she ran off into the surrounding desert. She soon had to depart the area surrounding Dubai, unable to sleep or even to think due to the vibrations occurring in the sands around her due to the construction going on in the city.
Full of shame and anger at her actions and the death of her family, something within Nura broke. She started with an attack upon the capital city of the dictator who had killed her family, destroying miles of urban environments and killing thousands. She did not stop there however, and soon carved a path of destruction throughout the Arabian peninsula before departing for Europe and ending up in London. Nura was able to charter a berthing on a ship set for America, and soon ended up in New York City where ARGUS agents, aware of her actions, confronted her as soon as she landed. A fight ensued and Nura killed hundreds yet again before running off into the North American continent. And it has been like this ever since, with Nura adopting the moniker of Shatterbird and taking out her rage and anger on towns throughout the American interior.
It has been years since that initial incident and Shatterbird has remained a powerful threat to the American countryside. She has been quiet for almost a year however after a catastrophic fight with the Justice League near Seattle, which almost resulted in her death and which forced her to flee. There has been talk of entire towns’ windows being shattered in the wake of a singular flying figure flying east, however. Though those organizations such as ARGUS that have tried to monitor Shatterbird’s movements hope this means that she is leaving their country for good. Rather than the destructive alternative…
Role Play Sample:
“Five.”
Black vans with tinted windows came to multiple crashing stops, brakes working overtime as their operators came to all too sudden of a halt. The police markings on the side of the vehicles were still fresh and dripping white paint onto the ground below, hastily splashed and etched markings that anyone would notice. Or well, maybe not everyone. There weren’t really that many people as intelligent as her, Shatterbird thought.
“Four.”
Operators in all black slammed the back doors of the multiple vans open, assault rifles locked and loaded and already pointing up into the sky. Their boots crunched on bits of broken glass. They must have been some sort of ARGUS contingent, most likely tracking her since Seattle. Few people knew about them. Then again, Shatterbird was different. It made no difference that she had learned the name from a soldier she had interrogated months earlier. These agents knew what they were doing, though. There were no spoken or verbal commands, no useless orders to stand down. Instead, they opened fire as soon as they gained eyes on their target adorned in facets of colorful broken glass shined bright in the sunlight.
“Three.”
Shatterbird waved a hand. The cloud of glass that had been building behind her responded to the motion, a tiny frequency causing the earpieces of the men down below to glitch for just a moment. An instant later a solid wall of clear glass surged forward, engulfing their master and stretching out into a solid shield wall of silica.
“Two.”
The wall exploded outward and upward with another wave of Shatterbird’s hand. The hand dropped down, and the glass followed its general direction toward the Earth. The bits of glass coalesced into multiple spears of translucent death, glinting in the light just as their source did up above. Men and women were flung in every direction from the impacts, glass shattering upon impact and then shattering all manner of bone with the force of a full speed bullet train. The dark tinted windows of the vans exploded inward, shredding those inhabitants unlucky to have died from the first impact of the glass projectiles. Tires popped in unison, air blowing bits of glass over the bodies of over a dozen once highly trained and alive ARGUS quick response agents.
“One.”
The song that had been resonating throughout the small city skyline beyond the scene of death shimmered. An instant later the windows of more than a hundred skyscrapers and office buildings exploded all at once. Cell phones exploded, car windows shattered, and there was not a single piece of solid glass for miles. Shatterbird grinned until her mouth could go no further. And when it could get no wider, a giggle escaped her lips. This had been a smaller city, nowhere near the largest that she had ever attacked. She had deduced however that the government forces that had been chasing her had this as a sort of home base in the region. Big enough to support their operations, but nowhere big enough to merit any attention.
Sirens and car horns blared off in the distance. Screaming echoed through the city and beyond to the outskirts where Shatterbird floated. She floated downward until she sat on a ruined van’s hood. The sounds from a ruined city were much better when they didn’t compete with the wind above. Shatterbird giggled again, kicking a ruined body off the van before bringing her knees up to her chest. She would sit here and listen for a while to the brand new song she had created. It was different every time.
