Charlatans

Eric has become so pumped full of different kinds of drugs, painkillers and stimulants that he no longer is phased by the limitations of his mind and body.

Orion’s Vigor is a passive ability that channels the relentless energy of the celestial hunter. With this power constantly active, the user’s body becomes resilient to all forms of physical stress, allowing them to push through pain, exhaustion, and damage without faltering. Whether enduring brutal blows or relentless fatigue, they continue forward, fueled by an unwavering, cosmic determination—just as Orion tirelessly roams the night sky, never slowing, never yielding.

At one time, Amaryllis's arms were normal, unscarred, and white as a dove. She would wrestle with her brothers, surrounded by soft and fluffy couches, plug protected outlets, and edge protected tables. They were safe, mostly, until one gave another a shallow scratch with their fingernail. From even a single scrape, the children would ruin rugs and throw pillows as the Fleischer Family Curse took its toll, forcing them to make a sizable plasma donation to the house. They all knew the risks, of course, they had the band-aids and medical bandages on hand to stop the bleeding. They continued their roughhousing beyond earshot of their parents...

Amaryllis's mother, Dahlia, knew the truth of their family's curse. She understood that time was running short as Sorin had already passed away years before. She and her husband studied the occult, making a fortune by reading futures, holding seances, and investigating hauntings. The greatest ritual they ever developed was one to break their curse. She knew Amaryllis, the first-born, would need to be saved first, as soon as possible, before she followed Death to meet her husband.

Something was not right, Amaryllis had passed out early in the bloodletting phase of the ritual. She struggled against her bindings and exasperated the new cuts on her wrists. The long gashes and otherworldly lettering on her arms wept until they went blue. Dahlia completed the runes and smeared a circle in blood around her daughter before realizing that the ritual was faulty. She then realized that her baby girl was on Death's door. She rushed Amaryllis to the hospital in heavy bandages, but her body would refuse to close her wounds. Dahlia would die a year later, consumed by the knowledge that the ritual failed.

She was wrong.

Ramsey’s experience as a child has hardened his resolve, damage to his body and mind do not bother him. Physically, he has been branded with a large Eye on the back of his head, which opens to reveal an actual eye when Ramsey uses his powers.

Jude revels in his shuddering lungs and hacking cough. The dehydration headache, the stitch in his side when he runs, and the soreness of his legs from spending his life in cheap shoes- it's all home, it's always been there for him, and it makes him feel confident that he's doing something right. He wants to help others realise that this is the right way to feel, but is smart enough to play some waiting games on the process.

The mobster's been through tougher scrapes than this. A few cuts and bruises won't stop them.