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New Orleans WIP: Cory Bauman
By: Raven Tepes Date: December 11, 2025, 9:30 pm
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“There’s a moment, right before I twist the sky, when the whole
world holds its breath for me. The air feels like a loyal beast
waiting for a command. I don’t boast about it; power that loud
doesn’t need shouting. But I’ll tell you this: when the storms
answer your call, every politician pretending to steer the world
looks real small. I’m just a laid-back guy with a breeze in his
pocket, but when things get ugly, I can remind the horizon who
actually moves it.”
~ Cory Bauman
“Some days I look at society and wonder if the whole planet
caught a fever it’s too stubborn to sweat out. Everyone
screaming, nobody thinking, all of them convinced their tiny
storms matter. Me? I’d rather tear open the sky and let the wind
scrub this place clean. People call me chaotic, but compared to
the circus they’ve built, I’m practically a public service. The
world’s gone mad, and I’m just the weather report.”
~ Cory Bauman
“Riding’s the only time the world quits yelling long enough for
me to hear my own pulse. The engine growls under me, the wind
claws at my jacket, and for a few blessed miles I get to outrun
the planet’s nonsense. Out there on the asphalt river, I’m not a
weapon or a warning. I’m just a streak of thunder on two wheels,
carving my own weather.”
~ Cory Bauman
“Facing Cory Bauman felt like picking a fight with the
atmosphere itself. He didn’t swing fists so much as let the sky
do the punching. One second he was standing there with that lazy
smirk, like he was bored of existing; the next, the air snapped
around me hard enough to bruise bone. I tried to run, but he
folded the wind into a cage and shoved me through it. Fighting
him isn’t combat. It’s surviving a natural disaster that happens
to laugh at you while it hits.”
The alley shuddered as something huge slammed through a brick
wall, dust billowing like a wounded beast.
Devon: Cory, this guy hits like a runaway planet! Little help?
Cory: Relax, hotshot. If he punches any harder, he’ll knock the
taxes out of the air. Stand clear. A pressure drop rippled
outward as Cory lifted his hand. The air went thin, sharp,
predatory. Their opponent roared and charged.
Devon: “He’s coming through! I’m lighting him up! Devon flared,
a vortex of elemental force swirling around his arms. Sparks
danced like impatient spirits.
Cory: Yeah, yeah, throw your fireworks. I’ll herd him. Cory
twisted his wrist, and the wind curled around their attacker,
corralling the brute into a spiraling funnel. Debris lifted.
Street signs groaned. The world leaned.
Opponent: You think this scares me?!
Cory: Not yet. But give it a second.
Devon slammed both palms forward, sending a blast of elemental
fire and kinetic shock that detonated inside Cory’s whirlwind.
The blast ricocheted through the funnel like a furious comet.
Their enemy staggered, skin cr@cked, breath ragged.
Devon: He’s still standing. Why is he still standing?
Cory: Because the universe hates us. Hold him steady. Cory
planted his boots, eyes narrowing. The air tightened around
them, vibrating like a held scream. The clouds above twisted,
spiraling into a sudden, unnatural formation.
Devon: Cory… you’re calling the sky again, aren’t you?
Cory: If the sky didn’t want to fight, it shouldn’t follow me
everywhere. A spear of compressed air dropped from the heavens,
slamming their opponent to his knees with the weight of a
falling world.
Opponent: You… monsters…
Devon: Cory, finish it!
Cory inhaled, let the air swirl through his fingers, then
flicked them casually. Cory: Down. The wind collapsed inward,
flattening their foe like a hammer made of atmosphere. Silence
rolled over the alley.
Devon: You know, one day you’re going to level a whole city
doing that.
Cory: If the city behaves, it’ll live. Same rules as everyone
else.
A crooked smile tugged at his mouth as the breeze settled around
them like an obedient pack. Devon: Let’s get out of here before
someone mistakes us for the bad guys.
Cory: Dev, we literally are the bad guys.
Devon: Fair. Drinks?
Cory: You’re buying. I just spent a weather system.
Name: Cory Bauman
Nicknames: Hurricane
Age: 27 years old
Species: Homo Superior (Metahuman/mutant)
Gender: Male
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 189 lbs
Organization: The Elementalist Motorcycle Club
~ Rank: Vice President
Family:
~ Father: David Bauman (Deceased - Killed in combat)
~ Mother: Tabitha Bauman (Alive - Living in Seattle)
~ Siblings: None/Only Child
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