In his secret identity he is innocuous, mild mannered and slightly mildewed night porter Yowwa, known within the organisation were he works as a clumsy and hard of hearing cretin.

His retiring personality and complete absence of friends mark him as a complete and utter waste of space - but, do not be fooled by his slight build, his dim witted outlook and slightly yellowed teeth, for when danger lurks and innocents are in peril he heads to his shabby office and with a shout of 'Evil is Afoot', he is changed with a mighty crash of thunder and a blinding flash of light into Captain Cabbage!

Except that he isn't!

Because he was thrown out of his office as he kept setting off the fire alarms whenever he transformed. Still, the coal shed is equally as secretive a place to change.

He was granted his amazing power one day when he was having his dinner of sausage and cabbage. What he didn't know was that his microwave had a fault which, as he was heating his meal the cabbage became irradiated with 'Z' Rays, a deadly mutated radiation which, once consumed, enabled his super powers.

Able to leap coffee tables with a single bound; fly through the air at almost three mph (for extremely short bursts), and with amazing strength (almost) he is more than a match for any three year old!

He laughs in the face of danger!

He scoffs mortal peril!

He IS CAPTAIN CABBAGE!

There is an aire of pomposity, but it isn't mine. I meander through the throng of super chic visitors, reaching quickly for the bar. He taps twice with his middle and pointer finger. The bartender nods and grabs a rocks glass and she throws two fingers of whiskey over three cubes of ice. She smiles as the drink slides into my hand and I wink. She looks away and blushes. She makes this face that makes me smile as I turn and bite at the fingers in my glass. Another trudging through the crowd. On the other side, I lean against a pillar, which holding up nothing, and stare past some splotchy piece. I must have been there for too long, because a crowd had gathered behind me and were in faux awe of the piece, as they must have believed I was actually in awe. I turn around and in surprise I jumped a bit as the crowd hinged on any word I may say. I raise my glass and nod once, and wander off.

Oh man, am I prepared for this one. Get ready for the lamest ever self insert OC.

Livetune Red is her name. Livetune because it sounds cool and red is my theme color. She looks just like me, but no glasses and brighter red in her hair. Plus red eyes. I always liked red eyes.

She's me, but confident, and powerful, and idolized by everyone. Yeah, the Maryest of Sues. But when I'm feeling shy or nervous, I like to channel her a little bit. What would Red do? It helps a whole lot.

Writing that out it's super weird, but, uh... What can I say. It works!

Aries Tamsin.

Five foot eight and overly athletic, to the point of being UFC worthy, only so I can beat others down when they challenge my power.

Long loose abysmally black curls and haunting green eyes, the last thing you'll ever see when I take you out with my special ops training. United States Marine for 8 years, I left to pursue a job in the secret service.

I loathe other people ever since the murder of my family by a senseless worm; I will destroy him before my hearts last beat.

I have more hate and rage than is healthy for any person and it drives me to succeed at what I set out for.

I have no one and I need no one.

I was brought into the world alone and I'll die that way.

Cynical huh?

Nah I just don't bullshit sugar coat things because the world is deadly and made of vicious evil.

No need for a husband considering I love women but I still can't manage to put up with their fragility so I duke it out with life as a one woman team.

Secretly I pine for comfort, but you'd never know by the look on my face...

I fall asleep crying at night, only to be tortured by my memories of war and loss.

Only a small seed of hope has survived...

Well let's see. He's about yea high-5'11' and mute by choice. Since he can't speak Daemon relies on two main ways of communication.

ASL and writing.

He plays water polo, but has a scarce amount of friends but when the occasion arises he will speak volumes.

So basically a tall mute kid who parents are presumed dead.

Anything missing?