Bloodhound, Colleen Silverstein

Real Name: Colleen Silverstein
Villain Name: Bloodhound
Title: Diamond Dog
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Hair: Red
Eyes: Brown
Height: 5’8”
Weight: 134 lbs.
Blood type: AB-



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She’s, long story short, a lot like the animal her abilities seem to be based after. Loyal to a fault, and maybe a little bit slow on the more subtle social cues, Colleen is a sweet girl, if maybe a bit emotionally unstable. Outside of mask and in public, Colleen is the pinnacle of high society. Married to a powerful man, has her own clothing and makeup line-- a true A-list celebrity. She seems graceful, calm, and confident in herself. At social dinners, she has a hang on what to do and remains very polite. However, this entire schtick is a thin veil. In her most true self, Colleen is goofy, and a bit spacey-- all over the place. Her energy practically bounces off the wall, and she thrives off of any drop of approval she can find. She’s incredibly possessive of ‘her’ people, bordering on pure jealousy. She can’t seem to understand or face the harsh realities of her world, instead swapping them out for lighter, sillier alternatives that she’ll defend to the death. Reality scares her, she’d much rather live up in the clouds where nothing can really hit her. Due to this, she tends to be rather coy and playful when on a spree, as if this entire thing is just some little game. Don’t mistake that for a willingness to give up-- she’s dedicated to what she does, especially more so if one of her ‘people,’ told her to do so.

Born into the highest of high classes, Colleen was destined to be apart of the family business-- ruling the mining industry with an iron fist. They have mines set up on earth, and even in space. However, with Colleen gaining the family metahuman gene that tends to flit in and out of the family line, her compulsive habit of stealing, and more notably, with her absolute lack of understanding how to handle business (and, they decided to try for a son, and put her through an arranged marriage for profitable business deals. Through this, she ended up marrying Isaac Silverstein, into a loveless marriage. However, despite the coldness, Colleen fell in love. In desperation to get some sort of positive interaction, Colleen went out and stole an art piece called ‘Winter Night,’ from the Metropolitan. With an ambivalent response, he set the future for her nights as a master thief, all in attempts to appease her beau. In attempts to keep her suspicious activity under wraps, she started producing makeup lines and clothing lines-- becoming a B-list celebrity to give herself the excuse to travel all over the world without her man, without suspicion.

1. Reaction
2. Strength
3. Agility
4. Endurance



Heightened Olfactory Senses-- Colleen has an intense improvement to her ability to smell. If she’s acquainted herself with a scent, she can track that scent up to a week after it’s gone cold.
Heightened Auditory Senses-- She can hear at the same frequency a dog can, catching more pitches than the human ear.
Puppy Bites-- Her jaw can provide around 200 pounds more pressure than a regular human.
Heightened Strength-- While not anywhere near strong enough to stop cars, or anything of the like, she can flip over a full grown man with generally little effort.
Speed Walk-- While not fast enough to be considered classical superspeed, but not slow enough to be considered regular human ability, Colleen can run at about 25 miles per hour.
Intruder Alert-- When alarmed to the point of rage, Colleen becomes faster and stronger, pushing her natural metahuman speed to 35 miles per hour, and putting her jaw pressure at 520 for a short amount of time-- at most 30 minutes.

Heightened Olfactory Sense-- Aggressive smells can overwhelm her, so she tends to always have a face mask ready to cover her face if need be. You can also confuse her trail, or mix it up by putting stronger smells over it. Often times, mixing up senses of people she just met can make her not recognize them at all, and even with closer people, her recognition of them can be halted.
Heightened Auditory Senses-- Certain sounds can be used to make her frightened, or to make her lose attention. Furthermore, a lot of noise can be overwhelming.
Heightened Strength-- This doesn’t grant her any sort of endurance, however. She just has more strength packed underneath her lithe body than one would imagine. She has to exercise to keep this up.
Speed Walk-- She’s not hyper aware whilst running. She also can’t sustain 25 miles per hour all the time, and can really only do it for short bursts or small amounts of time. If she tries to hold it longer than her standard which is around 30 minutes, she will need to stop and catch her breath.
Puppy Bite- Her bite means nothing if she can’t actually bite the person. Furthermore, basic armor can negate this power. She also cannot stretch her jaw any wider than the average human, can.

Bone Earrings-- Diamond earrings styled to look like little dog treats. In actuality, it’s a device, that when activated by the opposite piece (Isaac’s dog whistle) lets her know she’s being called, and gives the number coordinates of where.
Soft Paws-- Her gloves are designed to leave no print, and give the girl with surprising strength a lot more potential to be soft on the touch. The knuckles have little metal bumps that add some extra damage in case she needs it. It also helps her have a strong grip on heavier pieces.
Utility Collar-- She keeps useful items in this collar. She has a mini medium strength laser (used to cut glass), bobby pins, some rope, and small injections of a sleep serum (about 4 generally).
Light Paws- Her shoes, in costume, give off only the softest pitter patter imaginable.
Frisbee- The ‘frisbee’ is actually a grappling hook, when activated the two halves seperate. It’s range is 120 ft.
Doggie Bag-- Along with her collar, she has a small bag attached to her hip that contains her ‘frisbee,’ tennis ball looking explosives (5), and a pair of brass knuckles for some extra oomph.

N/A

Married to Isaac Silverstein. Her favorite color is emerald green, and her favorite type of dog is a doberman. She has a fear of water, and really enjoys ballroom dancing. When she was little she used to be on a tumbling squad.

Her sigh is audible as she relaxes in her hotel room. It’s wide, luxurious, and absolutely decadent. She doesn’t seem to think anything, as she kicks her heel across the room, the article of clothing hitting the door with a loud slam. She sighs, once again, getting up from the bed. All right-- it’s time to start the night! Getting ready for this stuff is what most would consider a hassle, but she loves what she does.

Or, rather, she loves the reward she’ll get back home for doing it right! With a giddy squeal as she flounces about to her luggage, throwing clothes about until she finds her pantyhose, and the rest of her suit. Carelessly throwing off her probably much too expensive clothes, she wiggles around to get her stockings on nice and snug, and jumps about, struggling to zip up the leotard. She fixes the fluff, and ruffles through the luggage for the rest of the outfit, gripping the mask in her hand. After getting her booties on, she moves to sit at the vanity. Part of her, honestly, wonders why she does a full face of makeup everytime she goes out. People really only see her lips and eyes.

Perhaps it’s more about the spiritual experience of changing into her costume? Assuming that explains it, she bends her head down, letting red locks move in accordance. Alright. Pigtails. This was the most stressful moment of her night, usually-- it’s a bitch to get them all lined up and even MORE awful to try and get them nice and secure. After a few tries she gets it, and forces the mask down over fluffy contained locks and face. Pulling hair through the right holes, she stares at herself in the mirror for a moment. She’s very close to having it picture perfect. She reaches for her earrings and gently puts them in, and moves over to take off her wedding ring-- gently. She couldn’t let that get hurt for the life of her. Which is why she wears it around her neck on mission. If some paltry, awful, maid stole it… She’d kill them. Which, is why she saves everyone the trouble, really! She should be awarded for her heroism.

With the ring secure, she fidgets with the collar, getting it on. Fixing it the right way, she she admires herself for a moment. “Mmmmh. Not bad. Almost show ready.” She opens the hotel vault, revealing her little bag. Strapping it safely to her hip, she does a few toe touches to make sure it’s secure. Alright, good enough. She then, last but not least-- puts on the gloves.

She really hopes he enjoys his next little gift.