Daniel Torres, known publicly as Topsy, is the leader of the Folk, operating in Chicago.


Topsy wears a mask with an upside-down face.[2]


Topsy is an enforcer, specializing in mediating between enemy gangs aiming to meet with each other. He deals with situations promptly and efficiently; described as less happy than his jocular name would suggest. He could lose his temper easily, especially after a long working day.[3]

Abilities and PowersEdit

Danial has the power to alter the direction but not magnitude of gravitational pull on or by himself, other people, and objects within his range. He applies his powers most offensively by hurling people or objects up and then reversing his power to let them fall.[3]

This environmental change allows him to do things like walk along the sides of buildings. Danial is not strictly limited to shifting gravity ninety[4][5] or even a hundred eighty degrees but every degree in between.[6] It is unknown how controlled he can be with the effect or how localized it can be. He can only seem to manifest one gravitational change at a time.[citation needed]

This power lets him weaponize loose objects. being able to reverse gravity up tinot he air and then refocus gravity to send it towards his targets.[7] His power has an upper limit, when objects reach the treashold of his effect the object will be effectively weightless in the liminality of the effect and regular gravity.



Topsy worked at his job as a guarantor for the Folk on the edges of Chicago for more than a decade, becoming very wealthy in the process.[8]


When Chicago Protectorate members Campanile and Shuffle interfered with one of his deals, Topsy sent mercenaries to retaliate, breaking rules and becoming a wanted villain.[8]

Chicago Wards Weaver, Annex, Cuff, Tecton, and Grace subsequently executed a counterattack against Topsy's team by cutting off their communications and forcing them out of their headquarters, eventually leading to the PRT capturing Topsy, Watch, and Mockshow.[3]

References Edit

  1. Topsy: Daniel Torres - Private conversation with Wildbow, archived on Spacebattles
  2. Simply making sure we were in the right place at the right time, luring a local power into a fight, with a plan already in mind…
    “Tecton,” I called out, as my eyes fell on a portrait of a supervillain with a mask of an upside-down face. An established power, located at the city’s edge for nearly ten years.
    Too established? I didn’t want to set another ABB fiasco in motion. - Exerpt from Scarab 25.2
  3. 3.0 3.1 3.2 “Get what you can and get the fuck out,” Topsy ordered, “Yeah, you too. I’m paying you, aren’t I? Go find the bitch.”

    Not so cheery for a guy with a playful name like ‘Topsy’. Then again, I’d caught him at the end of his work day. By contrast, I’d woken up, donned my costume and started my stakeout. Eight hours, starting at four, watching and following as Topsy and his men conducted their business. He was more tired than I was, and he was both a little drunk and a little high.

    It meant he was a little more likely to freak out when their outdoor clothing turned out to be festooned with stinging, biting insects, falling to pieces or too entangled in silk to use. - Excerpt from Scarab 25.3
  4. Gravity shifted again. Our backs slammed against the side of the building, the two of us grunting in unison. My metal box scraped against the metal of the fire escape to land beside me. We were now more or less lying down on the building’s face.

    Watch and Topsy’s men were making their way along the side of the building, walking on it. - Excerpt from Scarab 25.3
  5. I lifted the box, as Watch and Topsy made their way up the snow-covered ramp to us, underlings following them. An adjustment of gravity removed the issues the slope posed. Watch was saying something I couldn’t make out over the rush of wind. Something about our location. We didn’t have long. - Excerpt from Scarab 25.3
  6. Cuff threw out a chain with an audible clatter, then caught the end, moving like she was winding it around the villain. She reconsidered as Topsy and his minions reacted to the noise of the collision and came after her. She was nearly at the far end of the street when Topsy used his power. He reoriented gravity, and she veered to one side, striking the wall beside the alleyway rather than disappearing inside. The tilt continued, and she turned away, moving with the tilt.

    He leveraged his power further, only this time, it was his namesake topsy-turvy ‘up is down’ variant. It was his most offensive power, the ability to hurl large numbers of people or objects into the city’s skyline, then revoke his power to let them fall. - Exerpt from Scarab 25.2
  7. They wasted no time in putting it into action. Topsy used his power over a wide area, reversing gravity’s effect. Snow began to fly in the air, and was soon joined by a pair of cars. They reached the top of Topsy’s effect, caught between the two gravities, and began to rotate aimlessly in the weightless middle-ground between normal gravity and the area Topsy had altered.

    Then he shifted gravity’s direction again. An attack, such as it was. The snow and cars fell in my direction. Were flung, for lack of a better term. I flew for cover, ungainly as I raised the insulated box as a shield, snow and ice slamming into the buildings around me, pinging off of the metal. I managed to duck out of sight. The cars, for their part, were only thrown into the street a block away.

    It wasn’t an attack he’d aimed, but a scattershot approach, meant to scare, to allow the possibility that he’d get lucky.

    And it had given them the chance to try and slip away. A few minutes, while I recouped and tried to get my sights on them in the midst of the stirring snow and limited visibility. - Exerpt from Scarab 25.2
  8. 8.0 8.1 The apartment was one of many detours in an extended distribution chain that saw guns and drugs making their way to the Folk, one of the rare criminal organizations that predated capes and still functioned in more or less the same fashion today. Topsy and his underlings were guarantors, middlemen who made it possible for diehard enemies to do business. If a fight erupted, he and his minions would deal with the situation quickly, promptly and efficiently.

    It was a simple job, and it was one he’d done for nearly a decade. In the process, he’d apparently grown exceedingly rich, and he had recently started to become more ambitious. Campanile and Shuffle had interfered with a deal, and Topsy had hired some mercenaries to seek out retaliation. If the escalation of the situation wasn’t bad enough, the mercenaries had crossed lines, and Topsy had been relocated to the heroes’ shit list as a consequence. He was an acceptable target.

    The only thing that would make Campanile and Shuffle happier than us fucking up and giving them an excuse to step in would be a perfectly executed operation and a humiliating loss for Topsy. I’d do my best to oblige on that front. - Excerpt from Scarab 25.3