Name:
Charity Miles
Hero/Villain Name:
Hope
Age:
19
Height:
5ft 5in
Weight:
125 lbs
Appearance:
(working on image)
Charity dresses in very normal clothes she hides her extra arms quite well, a doctors smock and white uniform. she looks completely unassuming. Charity hides 'little brother' from the people who enter her clinic, however, if they find, and touch 'little brother' she has no choice, but to become Hope.
Hope, has six plainly visible arms, she wears an old style nurses uniform, that is stained in random places with blood. Often she is seen carrying her 'little brother' Her face is usually twisted in a demented way, an eerie smile curls her lips, and her empty eyes portray a near demon like image.
Power Source:
Medical experiment mutation
History:
Charity was born to a wealthy, and happy family, her father was an extraordinary surgeon, labeled the best in the country, her mother was a well known and beloved author, artist, and a nurse practitioner as well. However, not everyone loved this little family of three, and at the age of five Charity got to witness her entire family killed in a fire. A group of terrorists who hated the family, waited until Christmas, when the entire family had gathered, all of the aunts, uncles, cousins, and grand relatives that Charity knew, they gathered every year for Christmas, and almost always for thanksgiving as well. Christmas morning young Charity rushed down the stairs to the tree in the middle of their grand home. most of the family had gathered when a loud boom sounded from outside of the home. when the smoke cleared Dr. Miles could see the entire home was surrounded by a group of radicals holding torches amongst other items, they song a carol as they stood in the gaping hole in the wall, Charity's aunt was the first causality she lay on the carpet, a massive spike of glass and several boards stuck through her body and she gurgled her last few pathetic breaths, she had been sitting right beside Charity, and her body had apparently protected the child from the blast. The terrorists waited a few moments for the people inside to really digest what had happened before they threw their torches into the home, it instantly caught the massive tree ablaze. "MERRY CHRISTMAS YOU RICH BASTARDS!" was shouted through the screaming before suddenly more loud explosions riddled the home. The men pulled out flame throwers and went to work engulfing the entire home with flames.
At first Dr. Miles was struck with shock and unable to move, however anger soon replaced it and he was to his feet and flying to a gun safe, he tore through the combination and tossed it open pulling out a hunting rifle and some pistols, he handed the handguns to his father and his brother, and a young man who was Charity's oldest cousin, he insisted to be allowed to fight back. "Get our daughter out of here." was the last words Charity heard her father say as her mother had already grabbed the scared stiff child and ran, every exit was covered, there was no way out of the house. She thought of an escape plan they had setup, and went to run up the stairs, but as she did a man came to the top landing and looked down at her before pulling out a gun, he held it sideways as he pointed it at her. She did the only thing she could think of, and that was to turn around, and RUN. when she started to run for the front door she was shot several times in the back. she crashed through the burning door and landed in a heavy snow pack outside the smoke that curled from her body served to hide the young girl in her arms as she fell into the snow, no longer able to feel her body as life left her. Young charity lay beneath her dying mother hearing the screams of her family as they died in the fire, she could hear several muffled gun shots, before she without doubt heard her father cry out as he succumbed to the flames. She was unable to move however, there beneath her dead mother she was saved from the slaughter, her young form had been burned some in the fire, and as she started to feel the pain it was the cold of the snow that soothed it, she clutched the only present she had received, a fairly small tan colored teddy bear, with deep black eyes, its little plush surface irreparably stained with her mothers blood. She couldn't cry, she was too afraid, no sound came from her at all, she feared death would hear her. Instead she lay there, for what to the child felt like an eternity, she woke to the sound of sirens, and a sudden burst of light, a man in a police uniform had rolled her stiff mothers body away and saw her there. "Guys... We've got a live one." he stated in a somber tone, Charity passed out shortly after.
Charity became an orphan that day, her mind was shattered apart, she was sent to live at an orphanage, it was a sad little orphanage, they had no money to keep it running, and the woman who ran it, Sister Grace, had to make a terrible choice. As she would tell the children each night "It was for the greater good, I had to, because I love all of you." She choose to work with a deranged doctor, he was forbidden to practice in any official manner, not even allowed within the one hundred feet of any medical establishment, he had access to untold riches, and had a twisted idea of medicine, He told Grace that he would give her, and the orphanage more money than she had ever seen in her life, or even in three lifetimes, if she would agree to one thing. "I require research subjects... Medical science cannot advance, without a sacrifice... I will make them understand, I will discover such things that loss of these little waifs will have been for the betterment of all mankind... They will die as little heroes, instead of the forgotten unwanted souls that they are. The practice will not be able to ignore me." Grace had no choice, she either agreed to this deranged mans terms, or allow the children she had to go homeless and die on the streets in the bitter cold. When she shook his hand, it felt as though she had grabbed hold of burning coals, and it would consume her, she told herself over and over again, it was all for the children. Months passed, some children were adopted, and some would simply vanish away. Eventually, it became Charity's turn. None of the perspective families would adopt her, the burns on her face made her 'unattractive', and her cold demeanor made her impossible to empathize with, she only spoke to one thing, her 'little brother' the blood-stained bear that she had received that bloody Christmas. So she was sent to the doctor She was twelve years old.
"You are a lucky girl, you see... Today I am doing something new." the doctor stated to her in greeting as she was walked down the stairs into his 'workshop' strange medical equipment lined the room, and bodies floated, suspended in vats of a strange liquid, each of them, minutely resembled the children they were at one point, and each were most certainly dead. "You see... I need an assistant... I need someone capable, someone smart, and fast... See little one I know who you are... and you are perfect to be my assistant... Don't worry, I have committed all of these experiments before, each with a tolerable margin of error, and a great chance of success, you will become my first, perfect little experiment... and then, you can help me... You will help me to save the lives of the many... With some small sacrifices." He took Charity and committed a number of heinous experiments on her, he required an assistant with enhanced dexterity, and two arms was simply too limiting, so he granted her another four arms, six, he decided was the perfect number of arms. More than that was cumbersome, less was inefficient. He changed her eyes, and her brain, enhancing the rate at which she could perceive, and to what degree she could see, enhancing her vision to hundreds if not thousands of times better than your common man. He worked to enhance her constitution, engraving into her DNA an ability to regenerate, she would never die. Charity was 'asleep' for three weeks, as she recovered from the experiments, and her mind became acquainted with her new body. When she woke the doctor stood beside her he had her cherished item, her teddy bear, "You dropped this while you slept..." When she reached out and snatched it from his hands, he smiled and walked away. "Come along... We have much work to do." the doctor stated and waited for her to follow. She smiled for the first time, in seven years, on that day. From then on she cherished, if not worshiped the doctor. He showed a sense of caring towards her, and had given her 'gifts' and saved her 'little brother' for her. For the next six years she worked along side him, helping him conduct experiments on the other hopeless children from the orphanage, they either died from unstable mutation, or other ways. The doctor named her 'nurse Hope' he told her why "Its simple, Hope, because you embody my hope, for a better tomorrow...". So Charity gave Hope to the doctors 'patients', by granting them a 'merciful death' once the doctor deemed it that they were a failure. However one day an experiment failed drastically, and before dying it escaped its confines and stabbed the doctor with its mutations, the blade like appendages that had taken shape over its fingers before Charity could kill it. The doctor gave her one final directive, "In my death, I have but one regret... Charity... My work, it is incomplete... I require you to be my Hope, save my dream, and bring my vision... to this, filthy and undeserving world... make them cherish my gift, and their life... Make them... understand mortality... imperfection... Hope." Charity, shed tears, but as she cried it was as if the tears were made of fire, and they burned her flesh, this pain was too familiar, and she psychologically retreated from it, she stood slowly from his fallen body, and gathered his tools, his scalpels. She knelt beside his body, and whispered a prayer, one that Sister Grace had told her many times when she lay in bed. She stood from her silent vigil and a strange emptiness swept across her face for a moment before being replaced with a twisted little smile, she proceeded upstairs from the doctors 'office' and went straight to Sister Grace.
"Don't worry sister... I have become the Hope for a better tomorrow... So you can sleep, everyone here, can sleep... and I will make the world understand my doctors dream..." She spoke in a hollow voice, tinged by the grin on her face, she dropped off a small memento on the Sisters night stand before she left, she hurt no one in the orphanage.
Days later a slew of unexplainable disappearances plagued the citys around the orphanage, and gruesome murders, the corpses found in terrible ways. Hope, was continuing his work. However the doctor had taught her how to pretend to be normal, and at the same time of these murders, a kind hearted doctor, Doctor Charity, opened a free clinic, where she helped many people, and improved their lives, Doctor Charity, became an icon for the people, she was cherished and hailed as a doctor ahead of her time.There was no one that connected the gruesome acts of Hope, and the kind face that they all believed to be Charity.
Charity Miles
Hero/Villain Name:
Hope
Age:
19
Height:
5ft 5in
Weight:
125 lbs
Appearance:
(working on image)
Charity dresses in very normal clothes she hides her extra arms quite well, a doctors smock and white uniform. she looks completely unassuming. Charity hides 'little brother' from the people who enter her clinic, however, if they find, and touch 'little brother' she has no choice, but to become Hope.
Hope, has six plainly visible arms, she wears an old style nurses uniform, that is stained in random places with blood. Often she is seen carrying her 'little brother' Her face is usually twisted in a demented way, an eerie smile curls her lips, and her empty eyes portray a near demon like image.
Power Source:
Medical experiment mutation
History:
Charity was born to a wealthy, and happy family, her father was an extraordinary surgeon, labeled the best in the country, her mother was a well known and beloved author, artist, and a nurse practitioner as well. However, not everyone loved this little family of three, and at the age of five Charity got to witness her entire family killed in a fire. A group of terrorists who hated the family, waited until Christmas, when the entire family had gathered, all of the aunts, uncles, cousins, and grand relatives that Charity knew, they gathered every year for Christmas, and almost always for thanksgiving as well. Christmas morning young Charity rushed down the stairs to the tree in the middle of their grand home. most of the family had gathered when a loud boom sounded from outside of the home. when the smoke cleared Dr. Miles could see the entire home was surrounded by a group of radicals holding torches amongst other items, they song a carol as they stood in the gaping hole in the wall, Charity's aunt was the first causality she lay on the carpet, a massive spike of glass and several boards stuck through her body and she gurgled her last few pathetic breaths, she had been sitting right beside Charity, and her body had apparently protected the child from the blast. The terrorists waited a few moments for the people inside to really digest what had happened before they threw their torches into the home, it instantly caught the massive tree ablaze. "MERRY CHRISTMAS YOU RICH BASTARDS!" was shouted through the screaming before suddenly more loud explosions riddled the home. The men pulled out flame throwers and went to work engulfing the entire home with flames.
At first Dr. Miles was struck with shock and unable to move, however anger soon replaced it and he was to his feet and flying to a gun safe, he tore through the combination and tossed it open pulling out a hunting rifle and some pistols, he handed the handguns to his father and his brother, and a young man who was Charity's oldest cousin, he insisted to be allowed to fight back. "Get our daughter out of here." was the last words Charity heard her father say as her mother had already grabbed the scared stiff child and ran, every exit was covered, there was no way out of the house. She thought of an escape plan they had setup, and went to run up the stairs, but as she did a man came to the top landing and looked down at her before pulling out a gun, he held it sideways as he pointed it at her. She did the only thing she could think of, and that was to turn around, and RUN. when she started to run for the front door she was shot several times in the back. she crashed through the burning door and landed in a heavy snow pack outside the smoke that curled from her body served to hide the young girl in her arms as she fell into the snow, no longer able to feel her body as life left her. Young charity lay beneath her dying mother hearing the screams of her family as they died in the fire, she could hear several muffled gun shots, before she without doubt heard her father cry out as he succumbed to the flames. She was unable to move however, there beneath her dead mother she was saved from the slaughter, her young form had been burned some in the fire, and as she started to feel the pain it was the cold of the snow that soothed it, she clutched the only present she had received, a fairly small tan colored teddy bear, with deep black eyes, its little plush surface irreparably stained with her mothers blood. She couldn't cry, she was too afraid, no sound came from her at all, she feared death would hear her. Instead she lay there, for what to the child felt like an eternity, she woke to the sound of sirens, and a sudden burst of light, a man in a police uniform had rolled her stiff mothers body away and saw her there. "Guys... We've got a live one." he stated in a somber tone, Charity passed out shortly after.
Charity became an orphan that day, her mind was shattered apart, she was sent to live at an orphanage, it was a sad little orphanage, they had no money to keep it running, and the woman who ran it, Sister Grace, had to make a terrible choice. As she would tell the children each night "It was for the greater good, I had to, because I love all of you." She choose to work with a deranged doctor, he was forbidden to practice in any official manner, not even allowed within the one hundred feet of any medical establishment, he had access to untold riches, and had a twisted idea of medicine, He told Grace that he would give her, and the orphanage more money than she had ever seen in her life, or even in three lifetimes, if she would agree to one thing. "I require research subjects... Medical science cannot advance, without a sacrifice... I will make them understand, I will discover such things that loss of these little waifs will have been for the betterment of all mankind... They will die as little heroes, instead of the forgotten unwanted souls that they are. The practice will not be able to ignore me." Grace had no choice, she either agreed to this deranged mans terms, or allow the children she had to go homeless and die on the streets in the bitter cold. When she shook his hand, it felt as though she had grabbed hold of burning coals, and it would consume her, she told herself over and over again, it was all for the children. Months passed, some children were adopted, and some would simply vanish away. Eventually, it became Charity's turn. None of the perspective families would adopt her, the burns on her face made her 'unattractive', and her cold demeanor made her impossible to empathize with, she only spoke to one thing, her 'little brother' the blood-stained bear that she had received that bloody Christmas. So she was sent to the doctor She was twelve years old.
"You are a lucky girl, you see... Today I am doing something new." the doctor stated to her in greeting as she was walked down the stairs into his 'workshop' strange medical equipment lined the room, and bodies floated, suspended in vats of a strange liquid, each of them, minutely resembled the children they were at one point, and each were most certainly dead. "You see... I need an assistant... I need someone capable, someone smart, and fast... See little one I know who you are... and you are perfect to be my assistant... Don't worry, I have committed all of these experiments before, each with a tolerable margin of error, and a great chance of success, you will become my first, perfect little experiment... and then, you can help me... You will help me to save the lives of the many... With some small sacrifices." He took Charity and committed a number of heinous experiments on her, he required an assistant with enhanced dexterity, and two arms was simply too limiting, so he granted her another four arms, six, he decided was the perfect number of arms. More than that was cumbersome, less was inefficient. He changed her eyes, and her brain, enhancing the rate at which she could perceive, and to what degree she could see, enhancing her vision to hundreds if not thousands of times better than your common man. He worked to enhance her constitution, engraving into her DNA an ability to regenerate, she would never die. Charity was 'asleep' for three weeks, as she recovered from the experiments, and her mind became acquainted with her new body. When she woke the doctor stood beside her he had her cherished item, her teddy bear, "You dropped this while you slept..." When she reached out and snatched it from his hands, he smiled and walked away. "Come along... We have much work to do." the doctor stated and waited for her to follow. She smiled for the first time, in seven years, on that day. From then on she cherished, if not worshiped the doctor. He showed a sense of caring towards her, and had given her 'gifts' and saved her 'little brother' for her. For the next six years she worked along side him, helping him conduct experiments on the other hopeless children from the orphanage, they either died from unstable mutation, or other ways. The doctor named her 'nurse Hope' he told her why "Its simple, Hope, because you embody my hope, for a better tomorrow...". So Charity gave Hope to the doctors 'patients', by granting them a 'merciful death' once the doctor deemed it that they were a failure. However one day an experiment failed drastically, and before dying it escaped its confines and stabbed the doctor with its mutations, the blade like appendages that had taken shape over its fingers before Charity could kill it. The doctor gave her one final directive, "In my death, I have but one regret... Charity... My work, it is incomplete... I require you to be my Hope, save my dream, and bring my vision... to this, filthy and undeserving world... make them cherish my gift, and their life... Make them... understand mortality... imperfection... Hope." Charity, shed tears, but as she cried it was as if the tears were made of fire, and they burned her flesh, this pain was too familiar, and she psychologically retreated from it, she stood slowly from his fallen body, and gathered his tools, his scalpels. She knelt beside his body, and whispered a prayer, one that Sister Grace had told her many times when she lay in bed. She stood from her silent vigil and a strange emptiness swept across her face for a moment before being replaced with a twisted little smile, she proceeded upstairs from the doctors 'office' and went straight to Sister Grace.
"Don't worry sister... I have become the Hope for a better tomorrow... So you can sleep, everyone here, can sleep... and I will make the world understand my doctors dream..." She spoke in a hollow voice, tinged by the grin on her face, she dropped off a small memento on the Sisters night stand before she left, she hurt no one in the orphanage.
Days later a slew of unexplainable disappearances plagued the citys around the orphanage, and gruesome murders, the corpses found in terrible ways. Hope, was continuing his work. However the doctor had taught her how to pretend to be normal, and at the same time of these murders, a kind hearted doctor, Doctor Charity, opened a free clinic, where she helped many people, and improved their lives, Doctor Charity, became an icon for the people, she was cherished and hailed as a doctor ahead of her time.There was no one that connected the gruesome acts of Hope, and the kind face that they all believed to be Charity.
