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Hellfish

Jack "Hellfish" Murphy is 6' 5", with the kind of frame that looks like it will pack on a significant amount of muscle once he stops needing so many calories just for growing. As is, he's rangy, with well-defined muscles that are usually hidden under some combination of hoodies, flannel, and jeans. He never quite crosses over into full skater style, but his wardrobe is definitely skater-adjacent. Jack's emphatically ginger--pale-skinned, freckled, hair that's very nearly orange. His eyes are darker than most people would guess from a distance.

He keeps his "costume" in his pockets; it's just a cowl and some gloves. They're enough to disguise the way his skin shades increasingly toward a deep purple when he's fighting and keep his distinctive orange hair out of sight.



• Who changed you?

These psycho bubble heads out in the harbour. Cult of Ibu Laut. Some kind of sea monster, I guess. They kept telling me it was an "honor" to be her "harbinger." They drugged me. Like, a lot. Weird potions they made me drink out of shells and all these messed up fish things. I don't remember lots of it, but they made me fight every g.d. day. Gave the bubble heads I was fighting real knives and spears. And...I don't like to think about it. 'Cause it got worse when the knives and spears weren't enough and it was just the whispers all the time. You ever catch me drinking coffee at 2 a.m., it's 'cause of those whispers. Don't wanna hear them again, and sometimes they sneak into my dreams.

• How did you escape from them?

I dunno, bro. It was an accident, I guess. Grandpa told me it was probably Captain Dauntless fighting Mindbender Mollusk. Chronicle said a bunch of ships got broken? Anyway, there was this big crash, and water started coming in. The bubble heads were all riled up, too. Swimming up from wherever that was should maybe have killed me? But it didn't, 'cause I'm tough. Passed out somewhere and washed up on the beach south of the city. Took a while for somebody to match me to a milk carton, you know? I'd been gone...a while.

• Who, outside the team, tries to take care of you now?

Grandpa Jimmy's got my back. He used to be a longshoreman and still does all this union stuff. When he's not watching TV in the apartment, he's down at the Chain and Anchor. Or doing union sh--stuff. He makes sure I got clothes and food and stuff. Yells at me sometimes when I screw up. And he always knows, too, 'cause he knows everybody in the harbour. Like he's aa spymaster or something. Or maybe all the old guys just sit in the bar and bitch about the kids these days, and they tell him what I been up to.

• Why do you try to be a hero?

'Cause I think it'll piss the bubbleheads off. a frown And...I don't wanna let Grandpa down. He could've just let the state take me. He's bad with kids, but he's a figher, y'know? And he'd try and whup me if I used this bubblehead voodoo to knock over liquor stores or something, and then I'd lose it and hit him back and bust all his old man ribs. So yeah. Better for everybody that I do this and stay a long way from whatever the Harbinger of the Sea Mama b.s. I got made for.

• Why do you care about the team?

They need somebody to take care of them that they can't accidentally incinerate. That's me. And, uh, sometimes I guess I need people to hold me back. When I get mad, I-- Look. They can shut the whispers up and knock me down if they get to me too much. And they're easier to get along with than grandpa.


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Danger +2
Freak +1
Savior -1
Superior +2
Mundane -1