Seventy one years ago the earth was changed forever by the dropping of the atomic bombs on the cities of Nagasaki and Hiroshima. The largest war in human history ended and the shock wave created by the bombs triggered something in the human genome that had laid dormant for millennia. Approximately five percent of the human population was suddenly able to do things normally considered impossible. Lift cars with their bear hands, fly using their minds, control fire, think on levels once inconceivable to the human mind just because of something they can't even see. Scientists call it the Oppenheimer chromosome in honor the father of the atomic bomb which supposedly triggered the event. Normal people just call refer to them as supers or any other number of nick names or slurs including but not limited to. Supers, Metahumans, Posthumans, Freaks, Mutants, Genetic Rejects, and many more thanks to the creativity of the human mind. In the early years after the event these people weren't quite sure how to use their powers and governments who were left damaged and reeling from the war didn't have the resources to handle them. As such a few of them decided to use their abilities for personal gain and caused anarchy and destruction in the streets as the did what they pleased while others rose up to defend and advance humanity. The following decades saw caped crusaders and masked villains fighting in the streets intentionally or unintentionally causing great amounts of destruction. However in this destruction the government of the world joined under a common cause and with their resources managed to create a chip that when implanted into the base of the spine nullified the effects of the Oppenheimer chromosome making a super on the level of a normal human. A newly established World Bureau on Superhuman Affairs or WBSA was quick to install a system of implantation at birth of all newborns found with the chromosome. Adult Superhumans were given a choice of implantation or becoming agents if the WBSA, some accepted working for the government gladly, others didn't, some were chipped others made it into the shadows before the agents got to them. In the modern age the WBSA works in tandem with the world's governments aiding police forces across the world and keeping the peace and fighting against super powered criminal and terrorist organizations. Thanks to the efforts of super intelligent individuals and the WBSA as their patron the world has changed drastically. Bionics, robotics, medicine, travel, agriculture and much more have been improved dramatically allowing many scientific wonders to improve human life. In honor of mankind's achievements a city was built in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean using such wonders to create an island with rolling plains and dense forests surrounding it forming a decently sized country side used for agriculture or vacation spots. Novus is a technological marvel with massive buildings reaching into the sky and assorted flying vehicles going about their business. But even a shining example of humanity's achievement is vulnerable to it's darker side. Petty crime is rampant in it's lower Districts with super powered criminals and monsters roaming freely while undocumented vigilantes fight a constant war on their tyranny. The Novus city police department has found itself overwhelmed and has called in the WBSA for assistance. They in turn sent in several agents to establish a government sanctioned superhuman auxiliary for the police force. These are the stories of both them and those they hunt. Government: @Maleth @Wata @GoreWrencha The newly admitted or transferred WBSA officers all sit in a briefing room waiting for their superior to instruct them on their current assignments. A quiet murmur of the new and old officers talking amongst themselves quietly echoed through the room. "Where is this guy?" A man with boney spikes replacing his hair asked impatiently. As if on cue the door to the room opened slowly and immediately the officers went silent as a bulky man walked through the door carrying what could be assumed to be case files which he put into the desk in a professional manner before turning to the assembled officers. "Good morning, I am Sergeant Stevens also know by the public as Morph. The Bureau has assigned me the head of the superhuman Auxiliary for the Novus City Police Department and I am very eager for us to get to work so if you all could be patient." He glared at the spiked human who seemingly shrinked under his gaze. "We can get you out on the job." He then picked up one of the case files and began calling out titles. The population room began to thin until only three officers remained. "Officers Serpent, and Angros you two and our new girl will be helping to invesigate the string of missing persons down in the sewer systems down town. Mundanes tried to investigate with drones and none of the ever made it back up. You'll find more details in the folder and your car is on the second floor of the garage." He then looked to the youngest officer who was fresh out of the academy. "Dark Phoenix, first of all congratulations on making it through the academy second of all you will be joining Serpent and Angros. They're senior officers transferred from the military, listen to them." With that Sergent Stevens left the room letting the trio talk amongst themselves before presumably heading off to the last known sight of the missing persons. Villains and Vigilantes + One Monster: @TechCaptain @kanila @Vulpas @Casavay @Keidivh @BuriasDempsey @Wincent @GobMaw_HellSmasha The less than reparable residents of the city meanwhile go about their usual morning business. Be it getting out of bed and going to their civilian life, skulking around an abandoned haunted house, enjoying being rich enough to be bored with it, and anything else they may find themselves doing at the moment. Most of them follow no rules and at the moment at least have no bosses besides themselves and are free to do as they please. Except for a certain reporter who needs to get to his job at The People's Mail unless he wants to loose his only legitimate means of money making. Local vigilantes may find themselves running from the law constantly and have long lost their alter egos and civilian lives while other manage to maintain them somehow while keeping their activities a secret. Monsters further down the ladder simply try to survive and avoid capture like the rest or don't have the brain power to figure out such things and just end up in hard to reach places. Irregardless the sun is rising and another day is shining over Novus and god knows what's going to happen today.