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| − | | name = Swiftlet
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| − | | level = 40
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| − | | research = Arms/Fighting Styles
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| − | | realname = Charlotte Thorpe
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| − | | alias = Little Bird, The Westside Raven
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| − | | gender = Female
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| − | | species = Human
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| − | | ethnicity = Caucasian
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| − | | birthplace = Cleveland, Ohio
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| − | | operations = Millenium City
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| − | | relatives = Neil Thorpe (Father), Claire Thorpe (Mother)
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| − | | age = 17
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| − | | height = 5'6''
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| − | | weight = 126 lbs (57 kg)
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| − | | eyes = Blue
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| − | | hair = Deep Red
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| − | | complexion = Fair
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| − | | build = Athletic
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| − | | features = Deep red hair and intelligent, cynical eyes
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| − | | alignment = 9
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| − | | reputation = 3
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| − | | identity = Secret
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| − | | years_active = 3
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| − | | citizenship = American
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| − | | occupation = Freelance Journalist
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| − | | education = College Degree
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| − | | marital = Single
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| − | | powers = Computer Expert - Hacker - Gadgeteer - Detective - High IQ - Exceptional Hearing - Master of Stealth - Escape Artist - Skilled Martial Artist - Proficient Acrobat - Strategist
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| − | | paraphernalia = Cowl feauturing built-in radio devices and visor with multiple vision-modes - High-powered grapple and line-launcher - Gliding cape - Utility belt - "Swiftblade" boomerangs - Bolas - Smoke pellets - Anaesthetic gas pellets - Explosive devices - Miniaturized dart gun - Variable binders - Lockpicking tools - Homing devices - Data storage devices - Multi-purpose UNTIL PDA featuring custom state-of-the-art hacking and decryption interfaces - "Watcher" V-4 Owljet Interceptor
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| − | ='''''<div style="color:#282828; background-color: #282828">Personality[[File:SwiftPers.png|left]][[ File:HooktalonsSmall.png|79px|right]]<br><br></div>'''''=
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| − | '''Broken Bird'''
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| − | Charlotte Thorpe encountered the ugly face of criminality early in her life. She was kidnapped at the age of nine by a disturbed serial-killer in her home state of Ohio, of whose victims Charlotte and her younger friend Salim were to be the final two. Unbeknownst to the killer, the vigilante Nighthawk had been following in his footsteps having connected him to similar abductions in Detroit. The killer was eventually apprehended, but Nighthawk arrived too late to save Salim. As the sole survivor of a slew of kidnappings across the Midwest, Charlotte would come to know a deep and insatiable sense of personal guilt as she grew older, not to mention a compulsive fascination with her masked rescuer.
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| − | In the years following that traumatic event Charlotte became withdrawn and distracted, focusing on her schoolwork to such an extent that the only friendship she knew was with her therapist. Inspite of her reserved nature and increasing alienation from her peers Charlotte excelled in her studies and in her fitness, her natural athleticism and agility earning her a number of awards for which she seemed to care frustratingly little. Studies and practice consumed her night and day and she developed something of a gruesome fixation with criminals and the deranged, privately gathering clippings and even restricted case files for a menagerie of unsolved atrocities. To her parents it was a worrying pattern of obsession, insomnia and distraction. For Charlotte it was a quest for understanding, to make sense of the life-altering events of her curtailed childhood. As she delved deeper into the nature of the beast what began as morbid curiosity soon developed into full-on training. By the time she was eleven years old she had begun to foster a range of investigative techniques, studying tirelessly the methods of her favourite heroes and detectives and familiarising herself with basic forensic science - the same methods that had saved her life just two years previously.
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| − | By the time she entered high school she had already surpassed her peers in drive and intellect and quickly secured a foothold in the area of journalistic study, utilizing her talents for intuitive reasoning and cyber-intrusion to inform articles for her school paper. Whilst still at school she managed to get herself flagged as a person of interest by UNTIL, a fact that remained unknown to her until recently. At 15 her father, an engineer, took a job at Harmon Industries and so brought his family with him to live in Millenium City. It was here in the so-called city of the future, a hotbed of superhuman activity and sinister corporations, that Charlotte began to cultivate the notion of becoming a masked vigilante.
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| − | Her first step was to develop an online persona, a pseudonym by which she could act with impunity and report on stories that were too hot for a quirky high school publication. Nighthawk himself had long since vanished from the public eye, but Charlotte paid tribute to his legacy by adopting another shadow-dwelling bird as her emblem: the swiftlet. Small and smart, the swiftlet makes its home in secluded caves and uses a form of echolocation to ensure that the dark corners of the world hold no secrets.
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| − | Swiftlet's first year was a difficult one, not least because of her decision to drop out of school so that she could study from home and work freelance. Her parents chastised her about wasted potential, moreso when she took on a deadbeat job working as a typist for an older man downtown. In reality Charlotte was putting her potential to the best use that she could imagine. Writing articles about the cruel and corrupt could never satisfy her unless she tried to do something about it, a message reiterated by her new employer and the man who would become the young vigilante's staunchest ally and most demanding teacher.
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| − | '''Cage'''
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| − | ''"The world is so fixated with superhumans that you forget what ordinary people can do. We have our own monsters."''
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| − | ''"And our own heroes."''
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| − | - Cage and Charlotte Thorpe
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| − | The voice in Swiftlet's cowl. Assumed by many to be nothing more than a sophisticated Artificial Intelligence, in truth the unseen and enigmatic Cage is quite real. A man of solemn demeanour and myriad skills both physical and cerebral, he has been Charlotte's secret mentor for the past two years. Pushing fifty, Cage is a curiosity in that he has no recorded identity even amongst UNTIL's extensive records and the truth behind his origins is a secret which compels Charlotte's investigative nature, but one that he seems determined to carry to his grave.
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| − | His only regular interactions are with his new protégé, who is determined to live up to his towering expectations. Under Cage's guidance, Swiftlet has developed from a low-level hacker and cyber-vigilante into a skilled detective and formidable martial artist. With the benefit of his seemingly limitless knowledge of fighting styles, Cage has helped her learn to take advantage of her sharp wits, natural agility, short stature and even her femininity. Together they have endeavoured to transform her perceived weaknesses into her greatest strengths, and with her mentor's technological genius behind her the budding Westside-based vigilante has begun to take her first strides into the realm of global superhuman threats.
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| − | Though Cage has welcomed UNTIL's sanctions of his young apprentice he remains adamant that she maintain her discretion and keep his involvement, even his existence, entirely confidential. This has at times put strain on their mentor-pupil relationship, especially in cases where Charlotte has been forced to offer half-truths and outright lies under UNTIL questioning. In spite of his apparent paranoia and questionable behaviour, Charlotte has come to understand the magnitude of the trust that he has placed in her as his only human confidant. Whatever the nature of his secret past, she has ultimately decided to return that trust and remains steadfast in her loyalty. For better or worse, she will not let him down.
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| − | "That headline again," droned the television in the corner of the dining room to which all eyes in the Thorpe household were glued. "The one-time Champion and superhero, Nighthawk, has been identified at the scenes of no less than ten major super-crimes in Millenium City. The MCPD's Chief Surhoff warns all citizens to be on alert for the masked vigilante, and a warrant has been issued for his arrest. I've been your anchor Cole Steadmann, and from all of us here in the studio... goodnight and God bless."
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| − | The television winked out before Charlotte's eyes and the sound of rattling cutlery and a scraping chair told her that her father had finished eating. She looked to her own plate, where sat most of her cooling dinner. "I'm telling you, it's not him."
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| − | "You don't know who ''he'' is, Charlie. Nighthawk's been gone for years."
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| − | "I know his style. Everybody does, and this isn't it."
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| − | "People change. Besides, he's always been a bit of a whacko. You were probably too young to remember how everybody was calling for his arrest before he disappeared. He's too extreme."
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| − | Charlotte hadn't been too young. "And Defender isn't? He shoots rockets from his shoulders."
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| − | "But Charlie, Defender has to take on these guys who threaten the whole planet. His team has international support. Nighthawk goes out whaling on street thugs and muggers every night, there's no sense to it. You have to guess he's obsessed with violence just like those gangs he grapples with."
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| − | "Not everybody who is evil wears a skull mask and speaks in monologues, dad. You like Defender because he's colourful and he's obvious, but you can't expect that from street gangs, or the mob. You don't see it but they control this city... and they do it right under the Champions' noses because the guys in charge don't advertise themselves. Have you ever even set foot in Westside?"
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| − | Her father paused at that, and Charlotte felt her mother's eyes on her too. "Have you?" he asked.
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| − | Charlotte had long since become an expert of deception, but as always when faced with the prospect of lying to her parents she felt as though she'd been reduced to a stiff-jawed child. "I... no, I haven't, and I wouldn't because it's a warzone down there. The only way to turn young and desperate people away from those gangs is to show them that they're not the biggest kids on the block, and that they don't have a monopoly on fear."
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| − | "Well, that doesn't seem to be working for Nighthawk either." And with that, her father rose from his seat.
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| − | "Because there aren't enough like him," uttered Charlotte under her breath.
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| − | Her father had already left the room, but her mother sat watching her still. They were the slow eaters. "He's a dangerous guy to admire, kiddo."
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| − | "He saved my life," she whispered in defeat. "Nobody believes me, but I know it was him."
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| − | "Hey hey hey, if you say it was him then I'm not gonna argue with you. I can't speak for your father, but Nighthawk is okay by me. You think he's being set up? You're our resident investigative journalist."
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| − | Charlotte gestured to the deceased television screen with her cutlery. "Defender doesn't sound convinced. These incidents have exploded all over the news this week. On his worst day Nighthawk would never draw that kind of attention. It could be anything right now. A shapeshifter, an artificial imitation... or just some wealthy conspirator. If somebody is going to all this effort just to frame him then they must have serious pull... and something to gain from making a proven hero the target of every cop and PRIMUS soldier in the city."
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| − | Her mother only smiled dryly, before arranging her knife and fork together on her empty plate. "You should write an article for your paper about all this. It's a nice controversial story to get you snapped up by one of those stations."
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| − | "Yeah."
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| − | Charlotte was way ahead of her. Infact, she was longing to get back to her room and the three-page draft already sitting on her laptop. She spent a few silent, painstaking minutes finishing off her cold meal before sliding back her chair and rising to her feet in order to stack both plates on her forearm.
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| − | "Thanks Charlie."
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| − | She began to trundle out of the room, but paused at the window to look out across the city. The towering structures of Downtown Millenium City glittered under a clear midnight sky, themselves overshadowed by the immense monolithic skyscrapers which circled the Renaissance Center. Nestled somewhere amidst the cacophonic urban chorus was the sound of blaring police sirens. Her trained ears told her that they were speeding towards Westside, as they often did, but on this night Charlotte couldn't help but wonder if they'd been sent in force to apprehend the masked vigilante who had been her childhood hero. Her eyes roamed the gleaming cityscape before her.
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