[b][color=red]Ragamuffin[/color][/b]

[b]Name:[/b] Sherry Conners
[b]Primary:[/b] Force Control
[b]Secondary:[/b] Preservation
[b]Tertiary:[/b] Massive Melee (If allowed)
[b]Movement:[/b] Flight/Teleport
[b]Source:[/b] Magical Suit of Rags/Self

[b][color=blue]History:[/color][/b]
Sherry Conners moved furtively through the alleyway behind the old occult store looking for things she might be able to use. The attractive young woman had been homeless for three years now, since she had escaped from her father's domination and nightly assaults, her mother encouraging him with a gleam in her eye. Now she lived on the streets making the best life for herself she could under the circumstances. That was the reason she was here tonight, the couple that operated the occult shop made custom clothing for the mystically inclined, and they would often just throw their scraps out in the bins behind the store after they had completed a commission. Hopefully there would be something there tonight so that she could add it to her homemade bed of scraps.

She was in luck, there was a small pile of scraps there, more than enough to complete her little project so she grabbed everything there and took it with her.

As she moved through the sewer to her little alcove where she had lived for the last couple of years, Sherry wondered if there were more she could do with her life. She was surviving, but she didn't have much of a life, and her living accommodations kept her from having any kind of real relationship. The men who lived the same lifestyle tended to want more from her than she was willing to give, and the same went for some of the women. As she opened the makeshift door to her little sewer hovel, she sighed. Her life was hard, but it was better than what she had run from. Truth be known, she sometimes felt like she was still running.

She looked over at her makeshift bed. It wasn't the normal mattress style bed with sheets and blankets you might find in a normal home. Instead it was literally a pile of scrap cloth that she would burrow down inside of to stay comfy during the night. It had also helped to obscure her the one time someone had found her hovel and invited themselves inside. The rough looking man, also obviously homeless, had taken several items, but had only glanced at the pile of rags before leaving. She had come to love the sad looking pile for just that reason. In addition to building up the pile, she had also found ways to improve her door so that it was stronger. When she finished, she crawled into bed for the night.

What Sherry hadn't realized was that by taking her rags exclusively from occult shops (they had the coolest fabrics) they might be more than they appeared. Each piece of fabric was from a garment that had been mystically enchanted in some way: increased strength and/or durability, levitation and flight, improving senses (including psychic and magical), shadowy movement, and various other enchantments. In the time that she had been collecting these discarded fragments, they had eventually reached a certain level of critical mass magically and become spontaneously semi-intelligent with low levels of empathy. The pile had also come to love Sherry who tried to keep it clean and loved the feel of it on her skin. The night of the intrusion, it had actively used the magical properties of some of the scraps to protect her from notice, and with the increase in her fondness for the pile so to had its affection for her grown.

Now, with this latest addition of scraps, it had enough power to cover her and to reshape itself to be more than just her bed. It could be with her at all times, and become what she needed when she needed. It felt happy that it would be able to improve the life of its creator as it slowly wrapped itself around her limbs. As it did so, she snuggled down more deeply into the fabric, a small smile on her face.

Unknown to either, outside her hovel, the man that had previously raided it had returned. Earlier in the evening he had seen her leaving and waited deep in the shadows. He watched her return, and enter, after a time he saw the lights go out. He thought he might let her get a little sleep so that he could scare her awake, like he had done so many other women he had raped over the years. Now, deep in the night, he moved towards the door. When he tried to force it as he had before he found that it was reinforced and he had to work harder to enter.

Inside, the slam of the man's body against the door had startled Sherry awake. At first she felt panic, but something seemed to tell her that she would be ok. It was then that she realized that the rags had wrapped themselves around her body and limbs, almost like they were set to protect her. She felt more...what...powerful? She wasn't sure what power felt like, but she imagined it may have felt something like this. Then the intruder was in.

He was upset that he had lost the element of surprise and felt the need to vent his rage on the young woman he had seen earlier. Her death would give him his release. However, he was shocked to see the rag clad figure standing in the middle of the hovel, a hooded cloak swirling about her. She turned her eyes towards him, and the cloak shot towards him and grabbed one of his arms, following that with throwing him into a wall. Now he was frightened. This wasn't supposed to be happening. This...Thing was throwing him around like he was a toy.

When the rag-cloak had touched the intruder, Sherry got a glimpse of the evils he had perpetrated in the past and understood what had been in store for her. She was angry and afraid, but as she watched the rags throw the man around she realized that she couldn't let them kill the man. Instead, she had the rags tie the man up in discarded non-magical cloth after he was unconscious. Using the stealth abilities of the rag-suit, and its flight abilities, she arrived at the local precinct, where she left the evil man, still trussed up with a small note. From there she headed out to think.

She now had a sentient suit of rags that loved her, and she felt love towards, much like a mother child relationship. The problem was, she knew that she didn't know enough about the suit to be safe, but she did understand that it was magic that gave it life. With that knowledge she realized that the only ones that could help her were the elderly couple that ran the occult shop. They lived in an apartment above the shop, so that is where she headed.

When she arrived she floated outside what she believed to be their bedroom window and had the cloak rap on it. When John and Aradia Morgan answered the window they did so while warning her that they had the magic to defend themselves. She told them what her situation was and they invited her inside to further discuss her problems. They observed the suit changing into normal everyday wear as she entered and was lead to the dining room. As they learned more of her circumstances, they were horrified by the life the young woman had lived, and even more so when they realized that she had somehow created a sentient magical entity from the scraps they had carelessly discarded. During the discussion they saw the suit reach out towards a scrap that had fallen to the floor when they had taken out the last scraps for garbage, and witnessed it absorbing the remnant into itself.

The excused themselves for a few minutes to discuss the problem and what should be done. They both felt the need to help the young woman, Sherry as she called herself. She reminded them of their deceased daughter, the victim of a vehicle accident a few years before. Her room had been untouched since her death as they could not bear to throw out her stuff and lose the associated memories. Sherry was stunned when they invited her to live with them in their daughter's old room, while they taught her, though she would also be asked to work in the shop as well. She broke down crying, and cried harder when she saw the beautiful room she was being offered, so much better than what she had with her parents as well as her hovel in the sewers.

She does work with the couple, learning to use her newly developing magical abilities, and working in the shop making new friends and acquaintances in the mystic community. However, sometimes, she feels the need to go out and protect others who do not have the power to defend themselves, using the suit to bring justice when they find evil.

Thus was born Ragamuffin

[b][color=blue]Powers:[/color][/b]
-Flight and Teleportation
-Limited Retrocognition (fabric only)
-Ability to sense nearby fabric and its status
-Immobilization of enemies due to rag entanglement
-Limited Telekinesis (Fabrics only)
-Low level strength enhancement
-Protection for self and others by reinforcement of the Fabrics they are wearing
-Low level regeneration due to fabrics aiding in mending (can be extended to others)

There may be other abilities enchanted into the fabrics that make up her costume, but she hasn't discovered them yet.

[b][color=blue]Appearance:[/color][/b]
Sherry, herself, is a 5’6” (167.64cm) tall Sandy Blonde haired woman with brown eyes and fair skin. When not in heroic form she typically appears to be wearing loose fitting clothing that often has multiple colorful fabrics with no visible seams, but she can cause the appearance to shift with a thought to allow her to blend into any group.

In her heroic guise the colorful, multi-textured rags seem to flow over her at random, clinging to her with no sign of stitchwork holding them together. They are tight against her body for the most part, but she does have a deeply hooded cloak that seems to move of its own accord. She does wear a mask, but it only covers the upper portion of her face, except her eyes, and lets her hair flow as freely as possible in the hood.

[b][color=blue]Personality:[/color][/b]
She is unassuming and quite friendly, and extremely grateful to the Morgan’s for giving her a second chance in life, making her very protective of them. She absolutely hates rapists which is, given her background, no surprise.

She has heard of Patchwork and is horrified that someone might be using magical fabric in such a fashion.

[b][color=blue]Status:[/color][/b]
Currently active hero, specializing in helping the homeless and others in less affluent neighborhoods.

She currently resides above, and works at, the New Dawn Occultist Shoppe which is owned by her new mentors John D and Aradia Morgan. They have taken to teaching her about magic even though her own power comes directly from her rags.

[b][color=blue]Inspirations:[/color][/b]
Spawn, Ragman, Dr. Strange (MCU Version), The Cape (TV Series), Venom/Anti-Toxin/Carnage