The Inevitable DEADLOCK (Trade Ares for Deadlock)

Full Name: Edyth Jasmine Lostetter
Nickname(s): Eddie
Codename: Deadlock
Alias(es): The Inevitable, Deadgrim One, The Iron Maiden
Age: 18
Classification: Metahuman Supergenius
Affiliation: Heroic



Hair Color: Blue (an overgrown mohawk, most of it grown to chin length an the actual mohawk is about hip length, flopped so one side of her hair is longer than the other)
Eye Color: Blue (and they glow a tiny bit!)
Height: Five foot eight (though the mech suit is closer to 12 feet)
Weight: Eddie weighs 120-ish, and Deadlock weighs something like 2 1/2 tons.
Other Traits: Eddie looks a bit sleepless, with eyes that sit in darkness - could be makeup. She could stand to eat more as well. She has numerous piercings, both earlobes gauged out a little with three rings each. Her bottom lip has two piercings, her eyebrows have a couple, and she has a stud in her tongue. Jeans with black leather chaps, a belt with an iron skull, combat boots, with skulls on the toe, and a tanktop with a jolly roger are her normal choices of clothing. 'On the job', she has a black, chrome-skull-adorned interface suit of leather and a collection of portable devices - just the job for when striking terror in the baddies is your goal. Even the helmet is a chrome skull shaped full biker's visor. The eyes even glow - she has contrived for this to be the case!

The Active Ion (Action) Reactor: This is the device that powers Deadlock and has given her the capacity to do what she has done with such limited resources. The Active Ion Reactor is in its infancy with working prototypes and storage units, but its unique properties are worthy of note. How it is made and the exact nature of the way it generates energy is mysterious and a brainchild of Edyth's and a closely guarded secret, but its effects can be observed. It is by this power and great effort she has made the super-alloy powered armor plating on Deadlock, and the reason it is so tough - ActIon has an effect on the way matter is structured. Exposure to it enhances matter in strange ways - for instance, liquid steel exposed to it turns blue and then when it cools and hardens, it is far stronger and accepts greater charges of ActIon - this is how Deadlock can be nearly indestructible! Leather, fabric, and unsaturated metal can be strengthened a bit but this is just a minor effect by comparison (as seen in components of the Skullsuit and her flatbed truck). Its effects on living things are... As yet unknown, but Eddie has absorbed... quite a lot. As yet it's had no effect on her apart from making her body hair blue. The second interesting property of Active Ion is that while it can be bothered with by electromagnetic fields and the materials its powering can be magnetized etc, it is not a form of electricity. It can be made to turn a turbine made a certain way to create electricity, but it cannot be drawn by an inverted electric charge, nor does it, in and of itself, have an electric charge that can be discerned from background electromagnetism. It is strange stuff!



Powers:

Bloody Genius: Edyth Lostetter is a metahuman supergenius and a brilliant inventor. In another world, she might have been a billionaire by now, but Gotham has a way of winding people out and changing them. The devices she makes are in a word, incredible. Give her a nine volt battery, a hunk of metal, and a crystal and she'll probably have three prototypes of a laser cannon built by dinner.

Deadlock Prototype 03: (the image) This second incarnation the Deadlock mech suit towers at 12 feet tall, weighing in at just over 5000 lbs. Staying power is the intention of this design - it is a nearly invulnerable walking tank, powered by five matter-hardening Active Ion reactors, devoted to reinforcing its power plating, its physical strength (she can heft 20 tons safely - after that things start to overheat and fail - she can't push the suit any farther than that), and the mobility thrusters (which I will get to later). It can put up with ungodly levels of punishment, well into the superhuman range - level 30 is the intended limit. She can, however, deliberately optimize the powered plating to push it to 40, cycling between reactors to harden the armor to maximum effect - but only for seconds at a time lest she risk a full system shutdown.
The suit is heavy-duty and quite cumbersome, with no direct structural weaknesses - just faults of mobility. With the present design, she cannot twist the suit's hips more that 50 degrees in either direction, nor can she turn her head more than ten degrees. There are certain other nuances present in the design - having mostly to do with being unable to reach certain places. On its power alone by arms and legs, she can achieve a top running speed of around twenty miles an hour.

Icarus Repulsor Drive: Deadlock has been developing a means of assisting in the mobility of the prototype. This third iteration integrates a form of this technology that allows her very, very limited flight capabilities. She can get about at about 10 miles per hour, tops, and for no longer than a few minutes - it's a matter of how much power she's drawing more than anything else.
--The Repulsor has a secondary value to Deadlock. It's plagued by limited mobility, see? Well, what do you suppose happens if she thrusts against someone climbing on her, being a nuisance? The force is substantial - up to enough to lift and propel her through the air - but it's not well-focused. It won't actually do any damage to someone repelled by it - just fling them away from her.

Skills:

Makin' Stuff: She has a partial high school education and a mutated genius mind - she makes stuff! In shop class, she once got expelled for making a railgun and launching cans of soda at the seaport for a class project - how was she to know it was illegal? The woman is brilliant.

Scrapper: Deadlock is no kung fu master, but she can certainly bite, knee, kick, elbow, headbutt and gouge like a demon. Some people slip into stances and try the rising pheonix kick on you. She puts her boot in your groin and her elbow in your throat. Some people flourish a sword - she bashes you with a chair. Fighting fair is for chumps and she is far from helpless. A real martial artist will take her to town and show her the sights, but she'll hurt them for their trouble.

Eddie is pretty comfortable with Deadlock - she's used the first model in her junkyard to practice a great deal, and the control systems are refined carefully to suit her. She moves it as an extension of her own body at this point.

Weaknesses:

Without the suit and her inventions, she is a mere mortal, an has no real powers of her own. She's a tough lady, but bullets don't bounce off, swords get stuck in her ribs, and explosives make her into goo. She's got amazing brainmeats and wicked-awesome power armor but she's just... human. Skullsuit is noooowhere near as tough as Deadlock proper. Its... For certain circumstances only.

Deadlock itself is nearly impervious. Everything around her isn't. Topple a building on her, force her into tight quarters, or stay out of her reach and she's nowhere near as dangerous.

Large electromagnetic charges can disrupt Deadlock's reactors, rendering her reliant (temporarily, until she can get away from the source and recalibrate) on her energy storage - which isn't good enough to let her function more than a minute or two at full capacity - less if she pushes it! She has not yet thought of a way around this.

Deadlock is made of metal. And active-ions render her somewhat magnetic! The machine is susceptible to that somewhat! Not enough that things will veer towards her, but put a strong enough current into the suit and she's suddenly attractive to metal - and herself. Saps her strength considerably.

Deadlock, made of metal that it is, conducts electricity - and so does she, inside it. Significant electric charges work on her, completely bypassing Deadlock and the skullsuit to strike at Eddie directly.

Deadlock's armor is mostly geared towards kinetic force and stuff tearing at it. It is less effective against extremes of temperature - cold can get into the servos and slow her down, and heat, enough of it, can make the suit respond sluggishly, or even make things fail. The kinetic components are still resisted and it takes a lot to bother her at all, but there it is.

Deadlock itself can put up with just about anything. Eddie, a human inside, can't. The G-forces whelm her, the impacts jar her, and no amount of kinetic padding will totally compensate when an rpg hits you. And boosting too - oh man, the boosting, it involves muscle control and holding clenched muscles - hard to keep up for long. Piloting Deadlock is exhausting!

Heavy Metal Mama! Mebbe I've said this, but Deadlock is fukken' heavy. And massive. There's some places it just. Won't. Fit.

Eddie, Deadlock, as a person, is a bit of a rough diamond. She tends to get grouchy and short tempered, especially when things get serious. Her tolerance for monkey-business can sometimes be measured in seconds.

Deadlock's Repulsor drive is both limited in power, and limited in use - to use it, the repulsor ports must slide out - the repulsors are vulnerable to damage, a bit more fragile than the rest of her. And if she was in the air, suddenly unable to keep herself aloft... oh, dear. She can stand to have two or three repulsors knocked offline, but past that, she drops like a really big ugly rock.

Deadlock cannot fly and lift heavy objects. She could just about manage to pick up a car (about half a ton), but that really is her limit - any heavier than that and she might as well not even try.

The repulsor drive uses her muscle tension to fire. Ever try clenching a muscle for a while? She can't do it long, especially if she's tired.

Equipment:

Weapons and Inventions: Eddie is a brilliant inventor, but has no actual 'powers' as such - instead, she relies on gadgets!

--Skullsuit: an interface suit for Deadlock. It has Icarus repulsors to let her make powered jumps or fly very short distances, and the leather has active-ion reinforcement, but the Skullsuit is just to fill the gaps - it has a limited power supply that must recharge. It also includes a gas mask and goggles as part of the steel skull helmet's design. The knuckles, knees, toes, elbows, and head are all padded and reinforced with hard bits - metal skulls or plates for favorite, so she can use it in the course of dirty fighting like a sort of full body set of brass knuckles.

--Gadgetry: Deadlock may not have incredible resources, but she can make wiretaps, video and audio bugs, or forensic devices no trouble, all homebrew. They might be a bit rough, but they work perfectly well - a testament to her genius that she is using secondhand materials!

--Flatbed Truck of Justice: It's nothing really really special. She's armored it discreetly, and she's reinforced it and tuned it up considerably so she can transport Deadlock on the quiet cross-country, but while it is a tough truck, its no tank.

--Grim Bat: a specially made baseball bat with a gyro device in the tip that is operated by a throttle on the handle. If she revs it at the moment of impact it hits with phenomenal force, able to knock a four door passenger sedan skidding away with a smashed engine block. It is also very, very hard - made from the same super-alloy as Deadlock. Makes it heavy - more of a tetsubo than a ballbat, but it also means things she hits with it receive most of the force, so even if Skullsuit runs out of power and she can't rev it anymore (revving drinks power like a fish, she can't swing it more than a couple times with that ability before Skullsuit loses power), she can still do some damage.

--Icarus Repulsor: Deadlock is huge and bulky - mobility is a real problem. Eddie was expelled from highschool because she had been working on something to help with that - a repulsion drive. The 'Icarus Repulsion' as she calls it (because if you get too ambitious you'll lose power and fall like a stone into the sea) uses the behavior of air in high energy active ion fields to create thrust, a bit like an ionic fan. The active-ions draw air along a circular airfoil while the Active Ions modify the bonds of the air molecules as they pass. It's a simple device, but with big results - she's still... working on it, and getting up her nerve.

--Security system: Deadlock has an extremely limited form of AI that allows it to defy anyone but Eddie's attempts to pilot it unless they speak a password, complete extremely simple tasks on its own (no more difficult than 'go to these GPS coordinates' or 'follow me' or 'return home' or 'carry this for me'), or act with limited autonomy (enough to, if Eddie got hurt and nobody was there to help her it would call emergency services, react to a clear and present danger while unpiloted by avoiding it or grabbing Eddie/a friend, plug itself into a viable power source at home at need, or accept voice commands from Eddie - and only Eddie. What do you think the tongue stud was for?). It cannot be made to fight this way by any means, has no sentience, and cannot be hacked except from inside the cockpit - it operates on a closed loop system, and several safety features are ongoing - Powered alloy deadbolts, a shutdown phrase,and a password anyone can say to get access ("Lanlanmook99-213roses").



Personality:
Edyth Lostetter is a survivor - she's lived in Gotham's underbelly for her entire life, and she's seen a lot of really terrible stuff come and go in her time - and she's only 18! It's left a mark on her - she's a hard, grim young woman with a chip on her shoulder and her heart in the right place, even if she's a bit rough around the edges.

Though she's come about the mantle of the hero from an unusual angle, it is a role she revels in. Do not kill, always do the right thing, be an example to others - she strives for these principles in the traditions of the Batman, and damn near idolizes the caped crusader.

Eddie is honest, and more than a little coarse. Asking her if something makes you look fat will result in a perfectly blunt response - 'Yep. Makes you look like you've got flan in your pockets.' She values that kind of honesty, too - she has little patience for social subtlety. 'If you're gonna do something, do it GOOD and HARD, and IN ALL CAPS so it frikken' STAYS done.'

Strengths:

-Eddie is tough, as tough mentally as she is physically. She's trained hard to play hard, and nothing in the world can stop her - it's how she's come to be known as The Inevitable Deadlock! If she has a virtue, it is Fortitude, and she has it in spades.

-Even if Eddie isn't a 'nice' person, she is definitely a 'good' one. She would give her life for her friends without a thought - You could trust her with your life or five bucks, and she always keeps her word. As she would say - 'That wasn't a promise. It's what's gonna happen.'

Interests/Habits:
-Technology! (Eddie is passionate about machines and electronics. She loves devices of all kinds)

-Training! (She practices and trains constantly, always searching for bugs to work out, limits to push, and new angles to consider. Much of her free time is consumed in this.)

-BACON (Eddie loves to cook. Not fine cuisine exactly... But her idea of a good meal usually contains words like 'bacon', 'deep fried', 'bacon', 'Meat', 'pizza', 'on a stick' an bacon. Her culinary skills make the average set of arteries go CLANG.

-Eddie smokes, and rolls her own. She enjoys a good cigarette when she's working on something or when she's grumpy or worked up, but she's very conscientious about where she ashes, tapping into a convenient can of soda usually.




Family Members: Eddie has no idea where her parents are - she ran away when she was very young. The 99 Kings, the street gang she grew up with, was absorbed into the various posses and rogue galleries of Gotham, but she rather betrayed them in becoming a 'cape'.
Place of Origin: Gotham City
Current City: She's currently traveling cross country, looking for whatever she can find for work. Staying in Gotham was not to be thought of.
History:

Eddie became an urchin at eight years of age when she ran away from home. It would be nice to say her parents were bad people, that they beat her or drank or something, but this just... Wasn't the case - she was a prodigy, and they were just 'too stupid for her to tolerate.' Living on the streets of Gotham wasn't what she thought it would be, and it would have gone hard with her indeed if she hadn't met the 99 Kings, and Jax Gardener.

The Kings ruled 99th Street, and consisted largely of children between the ages of ten and sixteen, sticking together around an old orphanage and looking out for each other in Gotham's underbelly as a couple elderly caregivers looked after them under the radar of bigger fish and the law. These were good years!

But time passes.

Eventually, the powers that be DID notice the Kings, and either they were killed, driven off, or absorbed into the myriad criminal elements. Eddie ended up in Juvie (two years of pure misery she'd rather put behind her) and then in the public school system during her highschool years. During that time... She planned.

She'd never applied herself much before that point, but something about the fall of the 99 Kings and juvenile hall had made something go 'click' and stirred something... hard in her soul. She'd seen what had happened to her friends and people she loved because of greed or megalomaniacal selfishness. She'd seen too many people suffer because of people like the Joker or the Penguin, who sought profit, pleasure, or just to sate their wrath, and... She'd decided what she wanted to be.

She wanted to be a superheroine.

Batman was her hero. He stood for something greater than himself, fought for the people of Gotham. So she came up with a plan... devoted herself and her intellect to a single task for the first time in her life, discovered within herself untold reservoirs of anger and darkness... and from this, Deadlock was born.

She dropped out of highschool, and started working for an old man at his junkyard on old 99th street. The first prototypes of Deadlock were rough things... But she devoted herself to her work, and eventually...

She operated for a while in Gotham, but staying... Was not to be seriously considered. Batman was not a man to be trifled with, so...  she packed up and simply set off.

Sample RP

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"Bacon-Powered Justice"

The door to the Salty Spoon in Little Douglas, Arizona jangled, and a girl with bright blue hair a white skulled t-shirt, and a black leather biker's jacket stepped inside. The waitress and at least two other regular patrons of this little stop on the truck route had seen her flatbed drive up and watched her in relative silence as she checked her covered load, gassed up, checked the engine, and made her way up. She'd lit up a cigarette in cupped hands before she'd pushed open the door.

By now, smoke was trailing from the young woman's nose like some sort of primeval demon. She might as well have BEEN one with how they stopped stared.

"Wut?" Eddie said sharply, and men turned back in their seats, shaking their heads. One or two chuckled and muttered, but she paid them no further mind. She made a beeline for the counter, took a stool beside a heavyset, bearded man who hadn't turned to stare, and smiled at the waitress. Metal slid across flesh as her lips broke into a grin that never made it as far as her eyes.

"Heya." She started, and the waitress nodded, pulling off the cap of her pen with her teeth and held it in her mouth as she said

"Shoor, hun, what cn' ah gecha?" somewhat indistinctly.

"I'd like a hamburger with bacon, cheese, onions, bacon, jalepenos, bacon, and bacon. And some bacon on the side. With a large cola." She said, and the waitress blinked. The man beside her blinked!

"Wh..." The waitress, who Eddie saw was called 'Grace', began, then scribbled away. "That was a burger with cheese peppers onion and... A buttload of bacon... Bacon on the side... And a soda?" She asked, incredulously.

Eddie sighed inwardly, and wondered to herself if this woman would scold her for eating so much - she didn't look like a health nut (in fact she looked like a smoker!). Would she call her a growing girl? Doubt it. Mebbe she'd laugh and shake her head and mock her like the last one, make some comment like 'I eat that much bacon in a week! Hyuk hyuk hyuk!' Ooh! Or maybe she'd... Yes, there it came - the dispassionate glare, the curt nod, and the grunted "that right miss?"

Eddie smiled, sincerely this time, and actually avoided giving the woman a face-full of smoke.

"Yes'm - large soda, please." She nodded. Eddie liked the 'customer was always right' type. It laid some clues about the woman at the doorstep, but she carefully ignored them and watched the woman wander off to give the order to the kitchen. She didn't return, so perhaps she was understaffed?

The man beside her nudged her with his shoulder very gently, and smiled as he said "Grace's bacon is amazin' miss, you're in for a treat." He said. Eddie considered her reaction carefully - in Gotham, that would have been him picking her pocket or something - she would have been justified in kicking his teeth. She forced herself to relax, and lightning fast felt, without moving, that her wallet was still there.

She looked to him. His name tag declared to the forces of time and space that he was Howard Coons, and he had a jovial good natured sort of look to him. Eddie stared a good couple seconds before smiling, and facing forward again.

"It is, huh?" She asked, and felt her belly give a snarl that rattled her ribcage.

"Yep! Gracey doesn't smile much since her husband passed, but she's a master inna kitchen." He went on, conversationally.

Loss. It gets everywhere, doesn't it? a little inner voice said inside her heart. Doesn't it? she nodded a little.

"What'd he die of?" She asked, her voice lowering automatically into gentler tones. Howard dipped his as well and leaned close.

"The cancer." He muttered sadly, say straight again, and shook his head. "Cryin' shame... He was a good man. Made a good Reuben." He said, and took a bite of his sandwitch.

Eddie watched him for a moment, then turned her head forward again. Howard offered a half of his sandwich when Eddie's belly gave another demanding growl, but she smiled at him and waved it away. Shrugging, he kept at it, finished a bite, and chuckled

"Not often we get folks like you in here!" He said, his tones jolly. "Where did you blow in from, miss---...?" There hung a couple hooks, shameless and harmless. Several pairs of ears craned to hear, she could feel extra eyes on her. she got the impression this was a stop only truckers took really, and they probably all knew each other. She bit.

"Eddie. I'm from Gotham." She said. Howard's expression flickered once then wide-eyed surprise (and a faint note of impressed interest) broke across the vistas of his face.

"Ohh! That's quite a haul! How is it this time of year, Eddie?" He asked.

"Meh... Rainy. It... Rains a lot there, come to think of it." She said, and smiled up at Grace when she brought her meal. A generous helping of mustard, ketchup, and hot sauce made their way onto the toasted bun, and eagerly, she bit into the burger.

As little fireworks went off behind her eyes, Eddie grunted happily. This was... everything she could have hoped for and more! Sweet, magnificent greasy joy! Once she'd sated the immediate need and the burger was left as a sad quarter of what it had been, Eddie only then stopped feeding.

Howard - and two other men and Grace, were quite impressed. When she ate, she concentrated.

"The hell she puttin' it?!" One man, bald with a goatee, nearly wailed. His nametag on the sleeveless vest identified him as 'Curt Douglas'.

"Got a wooden leg probably! That'd be it!" The last, a greying older man with a big bushy mustache said, his tag identifying him simply as "Pete"

Eddie blinked, and despite herself felt a bit sheepish. It was a feeling as unusual to her - she normally never felt this awkward. Part of her wanted to get offended and snap at them to piss off and leave her alone, but... Again, this wasn't Gotham. It was too sunny for one thing.

Blinking, Edyth wiped her mouth on a napkin. "Dammit thats... Pretty fukkin' good." She admitted, and Howard slapped her companionably on the back. "Just you remember who cooked that up for you. Ey, Grace?"

The woman looked up, shifted her pen to the other side of her mouth and nodded. "Uh-huh." She said halfheartedly and got back to the task of adding up. A little laboriously, but she got at it.

Eddie wound up giving her a pretty significant tip, too. With a little box in the passenger seat of her truck that was all that remained of her meal, and a couple extra bits of this and that the men sent her off with (likely because she was a novelty, in part, but maybe because she was a 'good sport'), she swore she'd stop here again. Maybe if she couldn't find something she could help out in this temple of grease? Yeah...

The other three were mounting up as well. She finished her checklist a bit after they did, the gaping pit in her belly quite filled. She took a while longer... She had to check on Deadlock, had to look to see that her massive load didn't shift too much - after all, she wouldn't stop again until she was in Cali! At least it was looking like a nice night. Maybe she'd find a back road somewhere and go for a joyride later, see how well it handled the badlands! Yes.

As Eddie pulled out of the Salty Spoon and got back on the interstate, she looked back in the rear view mirror, and smiled. Nice place.

It wasn't half an hour before a couple headlights came over the hill she was ascending, one pair on the wrong side of the road!

"Hot MAMA!" she cried and swerved off the road. There was a brief moment of wild apprehension as she flew out over the ditch, her eyes wide! She made it across the gap just narrowly and totaled the fence before she spun to an awkward stop, her several ton load giving a mighty lurch! Amidst her shock and the wail of Thom Yorke crooning 'Karma Police' ("This is what you get! This is what you get!") at the top of her speakers when the sound of a now familiar voice broke on the CB. She didn't hear what it said at first. She turned down her music. How the heck did she ever get to liking Radiohead anyway?

"--accident!! His truck is flipped and the bastards looted it an left him pinned! Anyone hear this? I got no reception out here! His truck could go any minute!"

She considered grabbing the CB. Light spilled over her back and she glanced - two pairs of headlights illuminated her truck, and shapes were already swarming to her. The passenger side faced the dark didn't it? She tensed...  and frowned.... Then picked up the Skullsuit's helmet from beneath the passenger side instead. Oh, she could do something alright... It was the work of a moment to put on the gloves and remove her jacket.

By the time a man in a ski mask tore open the door and put a gun inside, there was nobody there, only a leather jacket and a blaring radio.

"The hell?!" He hissed, and started to circle the heavy truck as the sound of the music washed over him, muted. His gun and his buddy's gun met each other, and they looked at each other, equally confused. The hell?

Grinning under the Skullsuit's gasmask, she shut the hatch. A series of switches were flipped, then she gripped the controls, and with a dull roar, the machine came to life. The men were already stepping backward, their pistols raised in both hands, in the manner of trained men by the time a massive hand pushed aside the tarp like a great blanket. Deadlock reflected on this as she rose and took in the wideness of their eyes and their steady hands.

Men were already shouting, and Eddie heard, muffled considerably, the echoes of automatic weapons fire! Bullets bounced off and she noted how they power levels fluctuated on the armor. Huh... Armor piercing bullets. These boys weren't your low grade road bandits or something. They were trained!

The black metal behemoth stood - and the men were already running for the trucks.

"Oh no!" Deadlock bellowed, the distortion making her voice a two-toned demonic roar. "You're not going ANYWHERE!" Her truck was shoved aside roughly and she broke into a lumbering run after the bandits, her thundering footfalls trembling the rock and sand! They were already pulling backward! One man made it - the other was left gripping the back of the last jeep desperately as the screaming harpy in powered armor rushed them. Their wheel was caught on the ditch a moment, and it nearly cost them their escape before it caught with a jerk and lurched forward just before she could grab it, Deadlock's claws scything at air.

Briefly off balance, the two ton iron giant stumbled, caught herself, and made a break for them, managing to get another good swing in before they got traction and pulled away. Despondently, Eddie watched them leave. Hmph. Jerkbags. She flicked on the radio on her interior console, and heard the plea for help again. At least she could still do something, hopefully!

A quick look at the truck saw it wouldn't be moving for a while... Its tires were messed up good. This wasn't carrying her anywhere. She sighed. She had a spare. *A* spare. Three were blown. And the axle was bent and screwed up a bit... Ugh, she could do something about that LATER. What she needed now was...

A car was coming. No... A tow truck! Just the job! It was the work of a moment to block the road with her bulk and grab the truck before he ran. Lowering her head as she held half the wheels off the ground she said

"Hey mister - can I get a lift?" The pale face of the driver goggled at her... But he nodded dumbly, mouth ajar in a silent scream!

Two trucks were in the ditch when the tow truck toting Deadlock on her flatbed drove up. She had to help it lurch to a stop, but that was simple enough - just a matter of putting her foot down.

She'd done a bit of explaining as she' helped him rig up her truck, and by now the tow truck driver was well and truly on her side, big black skull-robot or no. She was a Superheroine he'd never heard of.

"Get outta the way!" He called as she lumbered towards the wreckage. She could see why the truckers hadn't gone close... One of them was a gas truck... and it was leaking quite a lot. It was only a blessing that the leak was low on the tank so the fire was not yet able to get close to it, but that wouldn't be a thing for long.

"He's still in his truck! The other one is out!" The towtruck driver called, hands cupped as he shouted after her. She glanced back at him, then at the men gathered. She saw Curtis and Howard there, with Howard looking quite roughed up, both wide-eyed with terror. Now that she looked, her mind firing on all cylinders, she could see that the two men had the same insignia on their clothes. a green and yellow triangle... That left the strong probability it would be... Damn. It was Pete, wasn't it?

Contrary to popular belief, liquid gasoline itself is not flammable - it is the vapors that are flammable, aerosolize and injected into an engine. That property was the sole saving grace of the situation, from Deadlock's perspective. Even so, the heat was intense, and her readings of it marked it unlikely that the driver would still be alive. Oh well. She moved in behind the first truck, stepping over and through the fire. It was already getting toasty inside deadlock and sweat beaded her brow as the metal sparked and popped as the powered plating tried its best to compensate. She could see old Pete, the driver of the gas truck, slumped over his steering wheel, unconscious and pinned, bleeding quite a lot from his forehead.

She didn't have much time before the truck exploded. She remembered hearing once that moving someone in a car accident could break their backs or make a broken back worse - so, she decided, she would do the next best thing. He didn't look like he was cooking in there - the cabin was still intact and the fire wasn't on the truck proper just yet.

She reached between the truck and the hitch. That was made to withstand quite a lot, wasn't it? One foot lodged on the crushed tires and broken metal, and her hands landed on the hard strut.

Deadlock tried the mechanism that held in place, but it was broken. The heat was getting intense in her cabin with her stepping in fire and sweat got in her eyes as she increased the strength as steadily as she could, pulling harder and harder, grunting with effort as her fingers operated the servo's power slider steadily more and more... And more! She was winning! Through her flickering screen she could see that much! She tore it out of its moorings at last with a lurch and a burst, and considered what to do with the fuel tank now that she had it in her hands. The heat was making her a little muzzy and she could barely see now for the smoke outside, but with a heave of effort, she brought her body under it and HEAVED, as hard as she could!

The heavy, the liquid filled trailer sloshed as it moved away from her and she turned, shifting her stance to grip the truck and start for the assembled people there. That, though, was when the trailer exploded, with her hunched over the semi truck.

The world went KA-THOOM behind her, and it was only a blessing she'd been hunched as she had. She absorbed the whole of the blast wave, the impact jarring her considerably an making the world ring like mad with the concussive force. Her screens went dark a moment, and she must have blacked out, because when she came to her senses again, her head had sagged down. The truck was still in front of her, in her grasp.

Her body felt odd at first, and she could taste blood... But she snarled, and forced her limbs to obey her. Her hands took up positions and though she felt she was made of lead... She lifted the miraculously intact truck. Breathing heavily, eyes bleary, she forced herself to take each step through the flames, the sight of lights just visible.

Funny how your mind works... Even with death closer than ever before, with her whole body numb with heat, and death likely on the menu, she was still analyzing. She would remember how beautiful the emergency lights were forever. Reds and blues... Flashing on and off. She brought the truck towards them and well away from the flames, her footfalls heavy an stolid, the only sound in the world apart from the roar of the flames in that moment. People... Stared. And then... Without a word, medics, firemen and cops darted forward.

Mutely, she set the truck down. The windshield and side windows were shattered now, but Pete... He  ... She couldn't tell. Mutely, she gripped the door and tore it off, frisbee'd it into the ditch some distance off, and gripped the engine and the back... And hauled. Men were already moving up on the truck, all caution null - the tow-truck driver had spoken to them, she was certain of this in her lukewarm mind.

One of the medics was there to catch Pete as he was released from the crushed truck's pinching embrace, and felt his neck.

"He's alive!" The woman proclaimed, and a cheer went up! It went on and on... At least, so it seemed to Eddie. She rose slowly, walked a little ways off, slumped in the ditch and, with very little fuss, she fell over onto the skid-strewn badland earth onto her back, out of their way. With fingers that suddenly felt like bananas that didn't belong to her, she opened the hatch and climbed out. The steaming hot air of the cabin rose into the cooler night, and Eddie sat, entirely unconcerned, on the edge of the cockpit, pulled off her helmet, and lit a cigarette she pulled from her vest.

It was crushed, ruined, and the best damn thing in the world. She was just about aware of a policeman trotting toward her down the ditch, notebook in hand. She watched him as she removed her cigarette and spat a bit of blood and sick to the side, and smiled at him muzzily.

"Who are you?" He asked. Eddie stared at him. She had a name? Huh... But her mind caught up and she flicked her hair out of her face, and replaced the cigarette.

"Deadlock."

First of all, one cannot be a natural blonde and never need to the their hair to keep it blue. That means they're naturally blue.

To her suit, basically you'll have to drop a lot to keep anything. All that can be kept with level 100 strength is the invulnerability. If it is dropped, considerably, maybe keep flight, the missiles are a no without dropping something and strength going down considerably.

AwlRIGHTEY!

I did a rethink of how I wanted her to be, and SERIOUSLY cut back. Did a pretty thorough rethink of the development of Deadlock as a heroine - she's new! She doesnt have many fancy toys just yet! The whole contraption is still a blinking prototype! So I have changed it all up, emphasized the essential core of what she is as a heroine (a big bruiser), and cut out the flashy stuff.

Ive dropped her strength to level 30 to better fit in woth the site, kept her balls-tough, took out the ability to fly completely, removed the pixie missiles and thunderhead cannons, tossed out Steelhearse, renamed the grimsuit to the Skullsuit, and generally toned things down so her being a new eroine is believable and sound.

Hows this look?

Just noticed that you need a sample RP
If you want the strength above 10 tons you can't have with the ion system especially with how durable the suit is. The standard strength here is below the titans and heroes get even less leeway with that because they usually get back up.

And DONE! Ohohohoho! I went a bit overboard with Eddie's sample RP, but! As my english teacher once said, "if the writing takes you, let it!" it was fun to write!

HI! Time ol' Deadlock was revived.

It'll need a top durability. I think this was last approved before the reboot so Im guessing a lot has changed. But invulnerability with a lot of strength isn't something that can pass through anymore, so depending on the durability, the strength might need to drop.

Made the edits, as we discussed <3