Caddie Finch is perched on the top of a several storied apartment building as she glances out at the setting sun, rosy gold setting the shiny skyscrapers on fire.
A smile plays at her lips as she turns back to her task; a piece of gadgetry that at first glance, looks like two spray-painted pieces of scrap metal with reflectors. Caddie frowns slightly, looking at the inner workings of one to assure the new wire is properly in place. With a satisfied smirk, she returns the back panel and screws it on. Gathering up her screwdriver, spare wires, pliers and the lot, she stuffs them into a bag and picks up the pair of boot-shaped gadgets and heads down the stairs into the apartment building.
Opening the door to home, she runs into her room and tosses the bag on the bed. Older brother playing video games in the living room? Check. No one noticing her? Also check.
Time to transform! Caddie grins. âI wish,â she murmurs to herself, digging out a box containing her suit from underneath the bed. Itâs mostly made of odds and ends, but still looks pretty cool with the dark grey shirt and pants set, a medium blue, (fake) leather vest, then finished off with a black leather jacket and attached blue hood. On the back of the jacket is her symbol: a blue streak that looks like a check mark falling on its face crossed by a four-pointed throwing star. Sky Streak.
So hey, itâs a bit of fixer upper, but the best part is the jet boots! Caddie built them herself after several failed tries and nearly falling out of the sky, and charges them with a solar panel on the roof.
Looking into the box that held her suit, Caddie finds her weapons and puts them in her jacket. I need to get a utility belt soon. . . The weapons are six small four-pointed throwing stars and a taser. Sheâs only ever thrown the stars during target practice, and used the taser once. Caddie always sort of dreamed of the big action, the daring escapes. . . but sheâs never run into anything that a well aimed blow or zap of a taser couldnât handle. Sometimes she wonders if sheâd even do well in one of the big super fights you hear about on the newsâŠ
Sweeping her black hair up into a ponytail, Caddie glances at her bedroom door and walks over to open the window, leaning out. The city lights blink on as the sky darkens with settling clouds. An excited look sparks her green eyes and she flips the hood up, pulling the mask down over her face.
Leaning out and grabbing the drain pipe, she reaches over and pulls the window shut. Pushing away from the wall she falls-- and lines of light run up the length of her boots as theyâre activated.
Cold air rushes over the lower half of her face uncovered by the mask as they float her down to earth. Slipping a remote into her vest, her jet boots power down and the night is hers. You got this, Caddie. Remember your MMA classes, donât be stupid, and just be a friendly, neighborhood. . . Sky Streak.
Gravel crunches underfoot as she moves in. Cars driving. . . cars honking. . . slight breeze. . . alley cat-- wait, alley cat?
A distinct but distant scraping and clanging sound is heard, and Sky Streak whisks off to investigate. She passes underneath a painfully bright neon restaurant sign, and around the corner of the building into a bleak parking lot.
Two figures are hidden in the shadow of a car, but one is crouching over the other, putting handcuffs on him. Judging from the crowbar on the ground, that was what made the clanging sound as the other over powered him and stopped him from. . . robbing the car.
The crouched figure stands, then suddenly whirls around and comes face to face with Sky Streak. She starts, stepping back. Caddie never thought sheâd actually get to meet. . . another super??
This is an open-for-all Marvel based role-play, so have fun writing with your superheroes! (Or villains!) And be sure to follow the role-play rules.