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1,200	22	47	2,097	1,847	Gretel grinned as she thought about dinner and promptly got up, also looking forward to meet her brother. She followed her roommate giddily to the cafeteria. When they were inside, Hansel was already putting a hand on her shoulder. At this, Gretel's shoulders and muscles seem to relax, as if she has been tense the whole time away from her brother. Hansel smiled, "Man, my hands have been twitching the whole time we split apart," he stated dramatically. Gretel could only laugh and be relieved at the same time. She dragged Hansel towards Belle's table and both of them sat beside her, Hansel on her right and Gretel on her left. "Belle, meet my twin brother, Hansel," Gretel gestures to her brother enthusiastically. "Hansel, this is my roommate Belle." Hansel nodded. "Nice to meet ya, Belle."	Name: Prince Konrad Brian Wolfson Name he goes by: Konrad Tinker. Age: 16 Story They Are From: The Swineherd (Hans Christian Andersen) Family: Mother. Crush/Partner: None. Abilities: Konrad is clever with his hands, and he can make many things. He also is able to infuse his creations with magic, thus letting them do magical things. Personality: Clever and stubborn Konrad doesn’t mind getting dirty. He loves animals and music, so many of the things he creates are musical. He has quite a strong sense of justice, but is an avid rule breaker, so he gets into quite a lot of trouble. Bold as brass, his habits of constantly fiddling is often confused for being nervous or scared. History: Prince of a small kingdom, Konrad grew up spending part of his time helping with the animals, and would spend the rest of it creating things. He always managed to skirt round learning ‘proper’ things like etiquette, manners, dancing, languages, politics, that sort of fancy thing. Because of this his mother, the queen, sent him to fairy tale academy, in the hopes he might become more prince-like. Other: Konrad himself can’t sing to save himself, however that doesn’t stop him trying. He can whistle finely. He doesn’t tell others he is a prince. That's fine, you can still have him.
1,201	22	48	459	87	Bullying himself, what is talking about, realisation dawned on Kovu No no no, it can't be. I'll take anyone else even that magic guy that was annoying him. Kovu walked back over to the door and hesitantly tried to twist the door handle but it was locked. He could not remember locking it but nevertheless unlocked and opened the door to see Beast standing in front of him. Kovu looked at him wearily when a voice was heard through the intercom. "Students, my dearest apologizes, but if you would check the plaques with your names on them to make sure that you are at the correct room, that would be most helpful. We seem to have a miscommunication with the rooming arrangements. A few of you will be shifted around. Ta-ta!" Kovu pulled the door open more to check the plaque but to his dismay his name was still there along side the carved name of Beast. Kovu walked back over to his bed and zipped open his bag. There was nothing else in there except clothes and other necessities, he didn't really have much else at home. The same voice was heard through the intercom again, this time it was one that wouldn't disappoint him; dinner and the chance to get away from Beast. Kovu thought this might be his chance to possibly make some friend but did he even want them? His family had always said never trust anyone and he didn't, he stayed friendless but felt like now would be the time to try something new, see if his parents were right. If everyone acts the way his roomate did, he didn't have much hope.	Name: Kovu "Scar Jr" Mohatu Age: 16 Story They Are From: The Lion King Family: Unknown to him they are his adoptive family Father- Scar Mother- Zira Brother- Nuka Sister- Vitani Crush/Partner: N/A Abilities: Kovu has the ability to shapeshifte into Lion at will Personality: Usually seen as a loner, Kovu is alone by choice. Due to issues in his family, he pushes people away and doesn't allow himself to try to get close to anyone. Kovu spends him time in school by himself and generally sticks by a rule of keeping his head down and focus on just getting through his time in education. Even though he maintains a low profile, it doesn't stop him from occasionally using his sharp tongue to mouth off to a few teachers and students. His lack of display of emotions may seem like he is in control and knows what he wants from life but Kovu is lost, feeling unsure of his path, future and himself. However, although he may not know what he wants from life, he knows what he wants in life and can get it with his sly yet charming ways. History: Unbeknownst to Kovu, he is adopted. He is raised by his mother, who emotionally and sometimes physically abuses him and father, an ex-prisoner who raised Kovu and his sibling despite none of them being his children. Kovu's older siblings Nuka and Vitani are the biological children of Kovu's mother Zira and know he is adopted. Vitani bullys Kovu more than Nuka but both treat him like an outsider in the family. Zira has told her children to hate the people who imprisioned their father and not to trust anyone as they will always turn on them. Other:
1,202	22	49	2,188	1,106	Konrad After the announcement about names on doors, Konrad glanced hopefully at the plaque on his to see if he had gained a roommate, but there was still just his name; Konrad Tinker, well at least it hadn’t changed to his real name; that would have been embarrassing. He went back to tinkering with his copper anklet, avoiding people for now. He was so engrossed in his task that, when another announcement came through, this one about dinner, he jumped, leaping off the bed in shock. Leaving his room he swung the door to almost closed and slipped a tiny object in the gap. He then hurried off, in search of this cafeteria, wondering idly what it was like. Even while walking he was weaving more copper wires into the anklet, pulling them out of pockets and twisting them together, he had however left his pliers in his room. Stumbling down the stairs he tripped, sailing through the air to land at the base of the staircase. Shrugging he climbed to his feet, a little tumble now and again wouldn’t hurt him too much. Kyrin Kyrin had barely dumped her bag on her bed when the anouncemt thingie came on again, this time saying something about dinner. Leaping to her feet, Kyrin bolted out the room; if there was food in the offering you could be sure Kyrin would come. Following her nose, she headed down the corridor, sliding to a halt as soon as she saw the cat. It was a ginger cat, much like she often was, and had strikingly green eyes. Kneeling down slowly, so as not to scare it, Kyrin offered the back of her hand, as proper courtesy and etiquette demanded. Her tail slipped free, whip lashing round below the cat’s nose, before settling behind her. Her ears were also perked, the hood beginning to slip off, revealing the edge of a furry ginger ear. “Hello.” Kyrin spoke softly, carefully, the way most cats appreciated, not to loud to scare them off.	Name: Prince Maximilian Konrad Brian Wolfson Name he goes by: Konrad Tinker. Age: 16 Story They Are From: The Swineherd (Hans Christian Andersen) Family: Mother. Crush/Partner: None. Abilities: Konrad is clever with his hands, and he can make many things. He also is able to infuse his creations with magic, thus letting them do magical things. Personality: Clever and stubborn Konrad doesn’t mind getting dirty. He loves animals and music, so many of the things he creates are musical. He has quite a strong sense of justice, but is an avid rule breaker, so he gets into quite a lot of trouble. Bold as brass, his habits of constantly fiddling is often confused for being nervous or scared. History: Prince of a small kingdom, Konrad grew up spending part of his time helping with the animals, and would spend the rest of it creating things. He always managed to skirt round learning ‘proper’ things like etiquette, manners, dancing, languages, politics, that sort of fancy thing. Because of this his mother, the queen, sent him to fairy tale academy, in the hopes he might become more prince-like. Other: Konrad himself can’t sing to save himself, however that doesn’t stop him trying. He can whistle finely. He doesn’t tell others he is a prince.
1,203	22	50	380	677	Ursula Ulma heard some sort of announcement over the loud speaker, but she didn't really care enough to listen. She had been to busy arguing with herself in her head. "I'm Kyrin, your roommate." Ulma jumped, she had heard the door open and close and now suddenly a young girl was speaking to her. She sat up, and shook her head. "Don't scare me like that, okay? Maybe you should unpack, and stop bothering me." She scanned the girl with cold, hard eyes. God I'm a jerk. Her eyes softened, and she was about to apologize when the girl rushed out the door. Ulma rolled her eyes and got up slowly, walking out the door and silently moving through the halls.	~°~°~ Name Cecilia D. Brown ~°~°~ Nickname Cruella ~°~°~ Age Seventeen Years Old ~°~°~ Story One Hundred and One Dalmatians ~°~°~ Family Jasper and Horace have always been her friends/servants. And though they get on her nerves, she usually turns to them in hard times. ~°~°~ Crush/Partner Cruella has no crush, unless her cravings for fashion count. ~°~°~ Abilities Cruella has no abilities, though she has a wicked eye for fashion. ~°~°~ Personality Cruella is a sly, petty snob. She can become obsessed with the strangest things, whether it is an expensive jewel, or a simple hound dog. She can only have the best, and goes to extremes to get what she needs. She has always been spoiled, and has a hard time understanding the world isn't her oyster. ~°~°~ History Cecilia was raised in a rich, upper class family. Her parents spoiled her, but they were almost never there for her, so she relied on her two young butlers, Jasper and Horace, for company. As she grew, she became uptight and snotty, but she also became obsessed with the latest trends in fashion. As the years went by, she separated herself from her parents more and more, only coming to them for money, and she went on to try to live out her dreams. Unfortunately her horrid parents had to cut in, and they sent her to a prestigious school in which she had to learn before becoming a designer. ~°~°~ Theme Song Cruella De Vil ------------------ ~°~°~ Name Ulma C. Saunders ~°~°~ Nickname Ursula Sea Witch ~°~°~ Age Seventeen Years Old ~°~°~ Story The Little Mermaid ~°~°~ Family She has parents, they just aren't important. ~°~°~ Crush/Partner That can be discussed later. ~°~°~ Abilities Ulma can make a mean deal, but it always comes with a price. She can brew you up a love potion, but only if you're willing to give up your most valued possessions, whether it's a gemstone, or your pretty voice. ~°~°~ Personality Ulma is cruel, but she wants you to think she's the best thing since sliced bread. She loves to make all sorts of deals, and is a sucker for a good trade. She's into trickery, so you have to be very specific when you ask her things. Ulma has always been neglected, but she tries to cover that up with her nice things. ~°~°~ History Ulma was born to parents as wicked as she was, they let her do almost whatever she wanted, as long as it didn't get them in trouble. She went out, and was wild, using her magic to get exactly what she wanted, in exchange for petty favors. She was an outcast in the world, and she used it to her own personal advantage. As she grew, she started to realize just how bad she was, and how much She seemed to enjoy it. She wanted to stop, at least that's what a good part of her said, but she saw no reason to. So she kept on like this, until her parents saw the light and sent her to a silly old boarding school. ~°~°~ Theme Song Poor Unfortunate Souls
1,204	22	51	1,046	4,333	Beast huffed and pushed back Kovu who seemed to want nothing more than to get away from him. He couldn't blame him, if the roles were reversed he would have asked for a new roommate. He walked over to his bed to pull out the phone he'd left under the pillow before. Clicking the button, the screen blipped on. 1 Unread Message ...Strange. Pulling up his messages, he saw an unfamiliar number with a message underneath. Good luck, Dear! Make us proud! -Mrs. Potts Sighing, he locked the phone once again and stuffed it in his pants pocket. Getting up once again, he turned to his roommate and smiled. "I'm starved. Do you have any idea where this cafeteria is, per chance?" He asked, consequently one of the most normal things he'd said all day.	Name Adam "Beast" Cunningham Age 17 (Appears to be in his 20s) Story They Are From Beauty and The Beast Family None Crush/Partner N/A Currently Abilities Very Strong, 'Rage' Mode induced by emotions (fear and anger mostly) Personality To call him rough would be an understatement as Adam gets very angry very easily. Many people tend to stray away from him because of this and has caused him to develop a sort of complex. He doesn't believe anyone could ever love or even like a person like him. He has been called cruel, excessive, and brutish. Most people don't see the soft side of him that the people that worked back at his home saw as whenever anyone does happen to see it, he gets so angry that they quickly forget whatever they saw. He does, however, when prompted, talk to others of his own volition but it is particularly rare. History Adam grew up as a lonely rich prince in a large castle like home. His parents died when he was relatively young and he has lived with his servants ever since. One day, an old woman came to his front door but because of her appearance, Adam turned her away, not able to take the ugliness of her appearance. Because of this, the old woman cursed him and changed his appearance as well as those in his service. His appearance changed and he became very rough looking. Whenever he went out, women would shield their children from them and men would look at him with anger or confusion. No one would talk to him and soon he became recluse after all of the grief he got from his appearance. Knowing that the curse could be lifted if the young master fell in love, his servants convinced him to go to an Academy with that purpose in mind. Every now and then Ms. Teapot sneaks in to come and check in on him and make sure he's doing as he promised, finding someone to love. Other What He Looked Like Before The Curse Other Pictures of Beast
1,205	22	52	2,256	1,910	Percy's ears rotated to the sound of rapidly falling footsteps, causing him turn to investigate. Right as he did, a female appeared around the corner before skidding to a halt. His tail twitched, watching the girl as she approaches him and moved into a crouch. A small smile formed on his face, the sight of her going through the typical introduction of yourself to a cat. It wasn't quite necessary, but he went along with it. He sniffed the back of the hand presented to him, rubbing his cheek against the hand. A male would never deny the attention of one of the opposite gender. The appearance of the tail and ears confirmed what he expected, due to her being the source of the mixed scent. He then decided to break the 'I'm a real cat and I can't speak' facade, and spoke," hello there, I take it you are also capable of turning into a cat? Based on your smell and ears and tail."	Name: Percy( pronounced: pur-ce ) Nickname: Puss Age: 18 Story They Are From: Puss in Boots Family: unofficial brother: Humfrey "Humpty Dumpty" Parents: unknown Adopted mother: Imelda Crush/Partner: open to debate Abilities: fighting, thievery, sword fighting, turning into a cat Personality: Percy has a charming way about him, able to easily attract friends and even the females. He has a cool bad boy air about him, and he is very protective of his friends, due to a fear that he has of losing those he is close to. He doesn't get close to people easily however, having some trouble trusting people. History: Orphaned as a kid, Percy turned up on the door step of Imelda's house. He soon came into contact with Humfrey, and they quickly became friends. However, they both picked up getting into trouble, thievery to get what they wanted. He knew of his ability to turn into a cat from a young age, growing to prefer it from his human form. Other: none at the moment
1,206	22	53	2,188	1,106	Kyrin grinned happily, there was another cat who could talk! “Oh yes, yes I can, well, technically I should say no, I am a cat, that can turn into a humanoid, therefore the ears and tail which I cannot get rid of, but that’s okay.” She smiled, arching her back slightly and sifting back, shrinking, her clothes and collar dissolving into her growing ginger and white fur. But also as she changed so did her feelings, suddenly she found herself wanting to be hostile to the other cat, desiring a fight. His whiskers twitching he backed up a step, just enough that the other cat’s sent wasn’t overpowering him. “I’m guessing that you, also, can turn into a human, or humanoid form?” Kyrin half-growled half-purred, still speaking normally, his fur standing on end. For the most part his human side was still in control, keeping him from trying to tear the other cat to ribbons, but that might not last.	Name: Prince Maximilian Konrad Brian Wolfson Name he goes by: Konrad Tinker. Age: 16 Story They Are From: The Swineherd (Hans Christian Andersen) Family: Mother. Crush/Partner: None. Abilities: Konrad is clever with his hands, and he can make many things. He also is able to infuse his creations with magic, thus letting them do magical things. Personality: Clever and stubborn Konrad doesn’t mind getting dirty. He loves animals and music, so many of the things he creates are musical. He has quite a strong sense of justice, but is an avid rule breaker, so he gets into quite a lot of trouble. Bold as brass, his habits of constantly fiddling is often confused for being nervous or scared. History: Prince of a small kingdom, Konrad grew up spending part of his time helping with the animals, and would spend the rest of it creating things. He always managed to skirt round learning ‘proper’ things like etiquette, manners, dancing, languages, politics, that sort of fancy thing. Because of this his mother, the queen, sent him to fairy tale academy, in the hopes he might become more prince-like. Other: Konrad himself can’t sing to save himself, however that doesn’t stop him trying. He can whistle finely. He doesn’t tell others he is a prince.
1,207	22	54	459	87	Kovu looked at his roommate with bewilderment at his sudden change in attitude. "No idea", Kovu finally said after a few moments of staring at Beast. "This place is huge, I was just going to wander around and hope I find it," Kovu said rubbing the back of his head. Kovu had no idea if Beast was playing some sort of game or attempting to do something to him but Kovu decided to follow his lead and drop his anger and bitterness...for now. His father had always said to him to never trust anyone, not even those you are close to, they will stab you in the back to get what they want, so you need to make sure you get what you want after they think they've won. He never understood the last part of that but he got the jist of it. Kovu walked towards the door, opening it he was about to step outside his room but was stopped by an aromatic smell, he took in a deep breath and his nose twitched at its magnificent scent. Food.	Name: Kovu "Scar Jr" Mohatu Age: 16 Story They Are From: The Lion King Family: Unknown to him they are his adoptive family Father- Scar Mother- Zira Brother- Nuka Sister- Vitani Crush/Partner: N/A Abilities: Kovu has the ability to shapeshifte into Lion at will Personality: Usually seen as a loner, Kovu is alone by choice. Due to issues in his family, he pushes people away and doesn't allow himself to try to get close to anyone. Kovu spends him time in school by himself and generally sticks by a rule of keeping his head down and focus on just getting through his time in education. Even though he maintains a low profile, it doesn't stop him from occasionally using his sharp tongue to mouth off to a few teachers and students. His lack of display of emotions may seem like he is in control and knows what he wants from life but Kovu is lost, feeling unsure of his path, future and himself. However, although he may not know what he wants from life, he knows what he wants in life and can get it with his sly yet charming ways. History: Unbeknownst to Kovu, he is adopted. He is raised by his mother, who emotionally and sometimes physically abuses him and father, an ex-prisoner who raised Kovu and his sibling despite none of them being his children. Kovu's older siblings Nuka and Vitani are the biological children of Kovu's mother Zira and know he is adopted. Vitani bullys Kovu more than Nuka but both treat him like an outsider in the family. Zira has told her children to hate the people who imprisioned their father and not to trust anyone as they will always turn on them. Other:
1,208	23	0	1,419	3,681	𝒯 𝒽 𝑒 𝑀 𝒶 𝓋 𝑒 𝓇 𝒾 𝒸 𝓀 𝓈ᑎ ᕮ O - G ᕮ ᑎ ᕮ ᔕ I ᔕ \| GMs: Stein \| Deputy GMs: None \| Genre: Fandom, Superhuman, Modern Fantasy \| Type: Linear with Sandbox Elements \| ► L A R I S S A \| S O M E R S E TMay 2016 - The Night Of The Explosion "Chuck you can't." The woman's voice sounded as real and authentic as any other person could have from the otherside of the phone. But Charles Michaels knew better than anyone that Glitch was far from real. Having built and programmed Glitch during his late teenage years, the Artifical Intelligence has been with him for the last thirty years. "You haven't suit up in years." "My body remembers." Charles replied to the worried A.I. as the helicopter landed outside the Nuclear Power Plant in Larissa. The former leader of the Mavericks, Chuck had discovered he had the ability to mimic and retain the abilities of other supers. Although he hadn't used any of their abilities in years he could still feel them waiting beneath his skin to come out. Jumping from the helicopter before it had a chance to land, the man felt his knees threaten to give out from underneath him. "Even if the body isn't quite what it used to be." Chuck muttered as he moved forward, carried by super strong steps as he closed the gap rapidly. He had no idea what caused the facility to go into an overload but if anyone was going to risk containing it, it was to be him. He was not going to risk the life of his employees because of his own failures. "The main reactor is over heating." Glitch's voice came again as Chuck raced through the facility. "You're not going to make it." "I'm going to make it!" Chuck retorted as he burst into the main chamber. Fusion was a powerful tool for mankind but Chuck's designs meant that if the core went into overload it would essentially start to create a small star in Larissa. A star that would eventually become a singularity and obliterated the world. It was worth noting that the stock holders had no idea this was a possibility. "I can reverse the process." Chuck stated. "But this wasn't an accident." He added as he started to mutter. Fingers flew across the controls as Chuck fought to reverse the process. The facility shook as the core emitted a flare nearly knocking the fifty year old man from the controls. "Glitch, rerouted the cooling systems, take the secondary reactors offline and put all cooling systems on the primary core." "Done." Came the A.I.'s response as Chuck continued his work. "I've just about got it." Chuck said pushing a final button. Taking a deep breath he wiped his brow as he leaned back. "See Glitch. I told you I could do it." He said with a familiar smirk. Suddenly the reactor rumbled. Chuck froze and then the moment was over. ► L A R I S S A \| S O M E R S E TMay 2016 - One Day After The Explosion "A day later and the city is still recovering from yesterday's crisis. For those of you who were left in the dark here's Winter Caspian live from the Michaels' Nuclear Power Plant." "Thanks Faith!" Came the woman's voice as the screen transitioned from the blonde anchor in the newsroom to the brunette standing outside the smoking Nuclear Fusion building. "Yesterday at about one in the afternoon, the Michaels' Nuclear Power Plant went into an overload state. While on-site technicians raced against the clock to prevent an emergency, the Facility still managed to emit an electromagnetic that left Larissa without power for the majority of yesterday prompting crime sprees all over the city. Emergency services are advising those who don't have to leave home to stay indoors until the city is cleared from emergency status. As of right now only the downtown core has power but according to city officials everyone should have power by this evening. This has been Winter Caspian reporting live from the Michaels' Nuclear Power Plant for Channel 42 News. Back to you Faith." ► L A R I S S A \| C I T Y D I O N Y S I AMay 2016 - One Night After The Explosion Sirens echoed through Larissa's main corridors as police cruisers, ambulances and firetrucks raced across the city in search of wounded or those in aid. Smiling from the shadowy alleyways, David Everly flexed his fist and smiled, taking a step forward only to speed across the street in the blink of an eye. Yesterday he in the middle of breaking into a jewelry store when the police had stopped him at gunpoint. Then the explosion happened. Today he was capable of breaking the sound barrier without breaking a sweat. Whatever Michaels had put in that facility certainly packed the right type of punch. Speeding around the corner, glass shattered as David flew through the window to another jewelry store. Alarms went off as he filled his arms with rings, bracelets, necklaces and earrings before speeding off again. Larissa was officially his playground. A wicked smile spread across his face as the man made his way towards the Olympus District.	N E M E S I S"Mother had a saying, something about how sometimes a favourable outcome requires a few ill-advised actions." O S E P H E D W A R D T H O R E A U ◼ 0 2 / 0 8 / 1 9 9 4 ( 2 2 ) ◼ M A L E ◼ H E T E R O S E X U A L ▼ A P P E A R A N C E:"Yeah I know, I don't look like a Thoreau."//STATS: ◼ HEIGHT \| 5'-10" ◼ WEIGHT \| 164 lbs ◼ BUILD \| Athletic ◼ EYE COLOUR \| Deep blue outer iris with an inner ice blue iris ◼ HAIR COLOUR \| Dark brown with hints of ruddy auburn ◼ ETHNICITY \| Caucasian //DESCRIPTION: Joseph has a slender frame that is covered in compacted muscle built up from years of exercising and toning his body. His torso and legs are built like someone who regularly competes in marathons and free running competitions while his arms and shoulders are built more like that of a boxer mixed with a martial artist. Joseph prides himself on being more balanced in his physique and as such has kept his flexibility and somewhat slender frame despite his well chiseled biceps and abdominal. Joseph is especially known for his keen piercing blue eyes. Deep blue with flecks of icy blue strewn throughout, Joseph's eyes are known for being able to look right through someone as though he is staring into their soul. Joseph has deep brown hair with strands of gold and auburn acting as natural highlights, these are most visible in bright light where as in dim and barely lit places, Joseph's hair can seem to be almost black. He keeps his hair anywhere from a short to medium length, often grooming it into various ways. Joseph's general attire ranges from long sleeve mock tees to hoodies usually. Always paired with straight leg or boot-cut, dark-wash jeans. In collaboration with these, Joseph prefers to wear semi loose fitting tops in an effort to hide his more chiseled physique so as not to draw too much attention to himself. To that end he often will wear a t-shirt paired with a hoodie and jacket, or a long-sleeved shirt adorned with a hood and a jacket. Depending on the weather though Joseph may wear just a t-shirt, or a rolled up long sleeved mock tee. His outfit is almost always complimented with a leather jacket. ▼ B I O G R A P H Y:"Words don't define us, actions do." During the height of the Mavericks' career Joseph's grandfather, Forrest Emerson Thoreau was a officer with the Larissa Lilith Police Department, often providing support to the Mavericks themselves. Proud to call himself an ally to the Mavericks, Forrest often told a young Joseph tales of the daring heroics the vigilantes had once brought to Larissa and its surrounding areas. However, Joseph's father, Silas Edward Thoreau didn't see eye to eye with his own father and while Forrest had been aiding the Mavericks, Silas had been away at Harvard earning his law degree and developing a deep rooted seed of hatred against those who took the law into their own hands. Upon Silas' return to Larissa, the ambitious young lawyer set his eyes on the gross abuse of the law he considered the Mavericks to be. Appealing to the local district attorney, it was Silas who instigated the city's zero tolerance policy towards vigilantes and ultimately caused the Mavericks to vanish from history. Due in part to his contribution to the city's new anti-vigilante stance, Silas became a valued asset with numerous law firms trying to recruit the young hotshot. Having his pick of the crop, Silas settled in with Campbell and Reid quickly rising to partner over three short years. Eyed by the District Attorney's office, Silas was scouted to take over the position of state prosecutor. Settling into his new career with ease, Silas eventually met and impregnated a young woman by the name of Samantha Russells. Desperate to keep the bastard child out of public headlines, Silas married Samantha in a private civil ceremony. Nine months later, Joseph Edward Thoreau was born to his loving mother and career driven father. Growing up distant from his father, Joseph spent most of his time with his mother and grandfather. His mother provided the love and care every growing boy needed while Forrest filled the void left by Silas and taught Joseph many numerous life skills. Drawing upon his years of experience as a former police officer, Forrest taught Joseph to listen to the beat of the city, to hear its voice and learn its rhythms. Due to the teachings of his grandfather, Joseph grew to a strong set of street-smarts, taught to remain constantly aware of his surroundings and how to read those within them. But Joseph found he had trouble connecting to the city, especially on its crowded streets. Constantly overwhelmed, he found the only time he could clearly hear the rhythm of the city was from high above the street. Looking down on the world, Joseph learned how to pick apart the details and eventually found his groove. The city became his playground and Joseph would sneak out of the house to play among the roof tops. It was from this height that the corruption growing in Larissa first became clear to Joseph, he could see the city was sick and that the illness was only spreading. It was here that the idea to follow in his grandfather's footsteps was laid in Joseph's head, within him a fire had lit and the flames of passion ignited a need to help the people of Larissa, a need he wouldn't act on until quite a few years later. Originally traversing them by climbing fire escape after fire escape before eventually growing bold enough to jump from roof to roof. From there Joseph's skills only continued to expand as Joseph learned to move more efficiently from place to place, learning the city from a whole new angle. At least he would have until his mother, Samantha caught Joseph sneaking in through a window one dark Larissa night. Never before had the boy seen his mother so scared as she checked him over for any sign of injury, acting as though he had been out re-enacting the stories of the Mavericks. Making him swear to never use the roof tops again, Joseph was literally grounded from that point on. But he learned to adapt, find new ways to hear the city as he moved through the crowded streets and eventually behind the wheel as his grandfather taught him how to drive and he succeeded in gaining his driver's license. Despite never being the brightest in his class, Joseph never struggled through school. Maintaining above average grades and achieving honors upon graduation, Joseph had a wide selection of post-secondary institutions to choose from along with several sizable scholarships. However money had never been a concern for the Thoreau's thanks to Joseph's distant father. Deciding to take inspiration from his grandfather, Joseph turned his back on the numerous high brow institutions that had sent him accepted letters before deciding to pursue his education at the local community college. Enrolling for EMT certification, Joseph completed course after course until finding a career with the Larissa General Hospital as a paramedic. Never had Joseph felt so much pride as the day his grandfather shook his hand to congratulate the young man upon his first assignment. Silas however was disgusted with Joseph's career choices, his attitude towards Joseph causing friction between both Joseph and himself as well as Samantha and he. Combined with his constant distant behavior, Silas' negative attitude towards Joseph was the straw that broke the camel's back and Samantha and Silas divorced. Having moved out during his time at college, the split did little to upset Joseph's living arrangements. His mother however relocated from the Olympus district to a country home in the more rural district of Mount Nysa. Making time to visit his mother over the weeks that followed, Joseph was rather confused by how little the divorce seemed to bother her. Silas on the other hand was working hard to keep the divorce out of his public image least it reflect poorly upon him. On the night of the blackout, Joseph was awoken from his slumber in order to respond to an evacuation order at the Michaels' Nuclear Facility. Arriving at the scene just as the explosion rocked the area, Joseph's ambulance was rendered completely powerless. Nonetheless, Joseph wasn't deterred as he rushed the scene helping the wounded to safety until other first responders arrived. Working to clear the scene, Joseph worked into overtime, eventually being relieved after nearly eighteen long hours. ▼ A B I L I T I E S / S K I L L S:"Time to level the playing field." ▼ ABILITY AUGMENTATION ◼ STAGE 01 \| Joseph possesses the ability to enhance the abilities of other gifted individuals. By laying his hands on another who possesses extraordinary abilities, Joseph can increase the potency of their abilities beyond what they are currently capable of. This increase only lasts as long as Joseph remains in contact with the ability's host and its effects almost immediately dissipate as soon as Joseph lets go. At this stage, Joseph can only boost the abilities of another in one aspect meaning if he increased the range of an attack, he could not increase its potency. ◼ STAGE 02 \| As Joseph's powers continue to grow, his abilities are further able to increase those of another. The next growth in his powers allows Joseph to amplify all aspects of another's abilities. This means he increases the range, potency, duration and any other necessary aspects of the ability in question. Furthermore Joseph no longer requires physical contact with those he's familiar with. Joseph is able to form empathetic links with those who he's close to allowing him to amplify their abilities while they're nearby. However as with his early abilities, the effects are only temporary, wearing off an hour or so after Joseph terminates the link. ◼ STAGE 03 \| At Joseph's peak, he is able to evolve the abilities of others to their fullest potential. This could lead to any number of outcomes and may even hurt the host as their powers become too unstable to control or contain. This effect can last for upwards of a day depending on Joseph's bond with the host, those he has an empathetic connection with will find themselves empowered longer than another gifted individual who Joseph has just encountered. That said, Joseph's ability no longer requires physical contact and can operate solely on a field of effect although he can choose his targets. Physically touching another increases the duration of the evolution and its potency. While the field of effect can amplify abilities and with sustained effect can evolve the host, physical touch from Joseph accelerates the process, making evolution almost instant. ◼ ABILITY NEGATION ◼ STAGE 01 \| Joseph's secondary ability is the ability to negate the abilities of another gifted individual. When in physical contact with another, Joseph can choose whether to enhance or negate their abilities. Instinctively his body will always go with negate out of self preservation meaning that if Joseph were touched or assaulted while asleep or unconscious, his body will negate the abilities of his assailant. The negation of the host abilities only is sustained so long as the host is in physical contact with Joseph. Once physical contact is terminated, their abilities are returned within seconds. ◼ STAGE 02 \| As Joseph's ability grows, he'll be able to emit a small blast which can temporarily stun and negate the abilities of another. This blast will only negate abilities for several minutes, acting like a small taser blast. Repeated blasts will build up the duration of the negation but only to the extent of three hours. After this the host will recover unless Joseph incurs another attack upon them. Physical contact with Joseph has increased potency now, immediately rendering a gifted individual powerless for several hours. ◼ STAGE 03 \| Near Joseph's peak potency, his ability will be able to be projected in a field of effect, capable of rendering all gifted individuals in a set radius powerless. Furthermore, his offensive abilities will increase from a simple blast, to a prolonged beam or a wider-spread attack capable of targeting multiple foes. At this stage he is able to render most gifted individuals powerless for several days and may even be capable of stripping another of their abilities completely if prolonged physical contact is held. ◼ STAGE 04 \| With his final evolution, Joseph gains the ability to enhance his own body. These enhancements are only temporary and can only enhance one aspect of Joseph's body at a time. These enhancements can only be added to one existing aspect of Joseph's body such as accelerating his healing factor or boosting his physical condition. Joseph is able to keep his enhancements active for a period of twenty four hours after which his body will be weakened and unable to undergo another enhancement until fully recovered. //SKILLS: ◼ MEDICAL TRAINING \| As an EMT, Joseph is able to treat numerous injuries and ailment in the field. In addition to this, Joseph can sustain the life of a person, postponing death in the events of life threatening injuries until they can reach proper treatment. Notably, Joseph's skills are hinged on having the proper supplies although he can be pragmatic and use whatever is at hand when necessary. ◼ PARKOUR \| Although rusty, Joseph taught himself how to parkour during his youth before being stopped by his mother. His body still remembers the movements and he has since stayed in good physical condition both for personal interest and due to his chosen career. ◼ DRIVING \| Although Joseph isn't by any means a stunt driver, he is capable of driving most vehicles, including large vehicles such as ambulances. Even with such a large vehicle, Joseph is able to steer it an a manner that would be considered agile, capable of weaving in and out of traffic nearly as efficiently as the average motorcycle driver. ◼ SELF DEFENSE \| In a city as dangerous as Larissa, one knows better than to work on the streets without some sort of defense training. While attending college, Joseph attended several self defense classes in anticipation of picking up patients in Larrissa's seedier areas. //LIMITATIONS: Joseph can not use both of his abilities at the same, Joseph has to choose whether to enhance or negate constantly, he can't lay a hand on an ally to enhance while firing a negation blast at a foe. Furthermore, the effects of his abilities are not permanent, except in an extreme case when regarding his negation ability. Range of effect is also a major limitation, as even at his fullest potential, Joseph only has a maximum area effect of a twenty five foot radius. His abilities are most effective with physical contact which combined with his lack of physical enhancement requires Joseph to constantly be pragmatic enough to get close to a foe. In regards to Joseph's self enhancements, he can't just add any superhuman ability to himself. Joseph can only enhance his pre-existing physique. Once the enhancement wears off after twenty four hours, Joseph is left in a weakened state for upwards of twelve hours, requiring significant rest and nutrients in order to recover as he body deals with the 'devolution'. If Joseph tried to enhance himself within his rest period, he could potentially harm himself on a genetic level permanently corrupting his DNA and leaving it unstable. //WEAKNESSES: Joseph has no physical enhancements of his own, meaning he's vulnerable to every conventional form of harm. His abilities can be interrupted by a strike to his nervous system such as electrical shock from a tazer. A sustained electrical field, even at a harmless voltage would interrupt Joseph's abilities enough to render them useless. While enhanced by his own abilities, Joseph can be reduced back to a base human forcibly through extreme voltages which will render his abilities null and void, potentially even temporarily blocking them. Energy based attacks, particularly electrical ones are extremely dangerous to Joseph due to the way his abilities operate through bio-electricity. ▼ M O T I V A T I O N / O B J E C T I V E:"The city is hurting, it's time someone helped her." Ever since he was young, Joseph has felt a desire to help others. This need was only further honed by his grandfather who was a retired member of the Larissa-Lilith Police Department. As an officer who had served during the Golden Age of the Mavericks, Forrest believed in heroes and Joseph inherited this belief but Larissa was long past the age of heroes and crime was beginning to resurface without any opposition. Taking to the streets as a member of Larissa's paramedics, Joseph decided to help in the best way he could by tending to those hurt in the rapidly growing crime wave. ▼ N O T E S:"It's the people waiting for me at home that keep me going each and every day." //SUPPORTING CAST: ▼ ALLIES ◼ BERGERON, MILES \| TBD ◼ PLATEADO, ARTURO \| TBD ◼ PRINCE, EVELYN \| TBD ◼ WILLIAMS, ANDREW \| TBD ▼ FRIENDS ◼ CALLAHAN, BRYNNE \| Joseph's on again and off again girlfriend, they have a casual relationship. ◼ CASPIAN, WINTER \| A childhood friend of Joseph's and his first girlfriend before a nasty break up put a wedge between them. Winter works for Larissa's Channel 42 News as a field reporter. ◼ THOREAU, SILAS \| Joseph's father and Larissa's current District Attorney. ◼ THOREAU, FORREST \| Joseph's grandfather and father figure. Forrest and Joseph have a bond that Silas is incredibly jealous of both due to his distance from his father and the attention stolen from his son. ◼ THOREAU, SAMANTHA (neé RUSSELLS) \| Joseph's mother and one time lover to the billionaire Charles Micheals. Samantha had previously been involved in a whirlwind romance with the billionaire before being scorned and sent into the arms of Silas Thoreau. Finding herself with child, Samantha and Thoreau married giving birth to their son Joseph. ◼ YOUNG, TRAVIS \| Travis Young is Joseph's paramedic partner, the two have been friends since the first year of college and have been nearly inseparable since. ▼ ENEMIES ◼ N/A \| TBD //STOMPING GROUNDS ◼ SOUTH BEACH \| Owning a condominium in the South Beach District of Larissa, Joseph spends most of his off time on the beach, catching a few waves and mingling among the night time parties. //PARAPHERNALIA ◼ N/A \| TBD \| \| ~ Ɲ ǀ Ɠ H Ƭ S O Ɲ Ɠ ~ \| \| "You know I make you wanna scream, You know I make you wanna run from me baby" \| ᑎ ᗩ ᗰ ᕮ ( ᔕ ) : \| ■ Ellara Sofia Castell \| ᑎ I ᑕ K ᑎ ᗩ ᗰ ᕮ ( ᔕ ) : \| ■ El/Elle ■ Ella ■ Ellie ■ Lara \| ᗩ ᒪ I ᗩ ᔕ ( ᕮ ᔕ ): \| ■ Nightsong ■ 'Mouthpiece' ■ 'Scream Queen' \| ᗪ . O . ᗷ . : \| ■ 03/25/1995 \| ᗩ G ᕮ : \| ■ 21 \| ᔕ ᕮ ᙭ : \| ■ Female \| ᔕ ᕮ ᙭ ᑌ ᗩ ᒪ I T Y : \| ■ Heterosexual \| ᗩ ᑭ ᑭ ᕮ ᗩ ᖇ ᗩ ᑎ ᑕ ᕮ : \| "Her lips are devil red and her skin's the color mocha." //ᔕTᗩTᔕ: ■ HEIGHT \| 5'-8" ■ WEIGHT \| 118 lbs ■ MEASUREMENTS \| 34-24-34 ■ BRA SIZE \| 32B ■ HAIR COLOUR \| Black ■ EYE COLOUR \| Green //ᗪᕮᔕᑕᖇIᑭTIOᑎ: Standing at roughly five feet and eight inches tall (5'-8"), Ellara is a woman slightly above average height for her sex. That said, she doesn't cut an overly intimidating figure unless she locks eyes with you. It's Ellara's eyes which cause many would be suitors to second guess approaching the otherwise stunning woman. Her fierce green eyes give away the fact there's something wild and untamed behind them. Piercing and keen, it's almost as though her eyes can't stop moving as they swish from side to side, taking in their surroundings constantly. A side effect from the traumatic scaring of her childhood. Ellara has a scar above her collarbone on her right shoulder from where Strider held a knife to her. Her skin is naturally tanned, having a soft 'mocha' like tone to it due to the mixed heritage of her parents. Having roots in Catalan, Navajo and Mesoamerican cultures, Ellara's bloodline has a rich history within it. During the summer months, her skin tends to darken due to the sun's rays but even in the winter it retains its tan complexion. Preferring to keep her hair just past shoulder length, Ellara rarely ties her raven haired locks back in day to day activities but will tie it into a tight bun on the back of her head during vigilante activities. Prior to rescuing Alexis, Ellara's appearance was much more homely. Her grandmother kept her modest, not wanting to encourage the wandering male eye should it upset Ellara. She was never shown how to apply make up and would often practice in the mirror. Moving in with Alexis did miracles for Ellara as Alexis overhauled Ellara's wardrobe and taught her how to dress. \| ᗩ ᗷ I ᒪ I T I ᕮ ᔕ / ᔕ K I ᒪ ᒪ ᔕ : \| "Scream! When the pressure breaks me, When it's too hard to see." //ᗩᗷIᒪITIᕮᔕ: ■ SONIC MANIPULATION \| Ellara possesses the ability to manipulate, shape or create soundwaves. She has control over both soundwaves she creates and soundwaves from another source. Soundwaves are a periodic disturbance of the medium (air, ground, water, etc) that radiates outward in straight lines in the form of a pressure wave. The effect these waves produce upon the ear is perceived as sound. From the point of view of physics, sound is considered to be the waves of vibratory motion themselves, whether or not they are heard by the human ear. Ellara can mimic, intensify, hush, and distort, as well warp, strengthen, echo, speed up, and slow down sound. She is able to use it as a powerful physical force and even for high-speed movement. At low frequencies, sound is potentially fatal to living beings by causing internal damage, while high frequencies cannot be heard by normal humans but can be used for sonar-like effects. Since sound vibrations can travel through the air, ground, water and any form of medium, defense by using physical barriers is difficult. In order for Ellara's body to be able to handle her abilities, she possesses super-humanly powerful lungs, throat, and vocal cords that can produce a sonic scream. She also has selective hearing, enabling her to focus upon, enhance, or totally block out any given sound in his environment; this shields Ellara from the deafening sound of her own sonic attacks, and makes her a super-humanly acute eavesdropper in surveillance situations. ■ OMNI-TONE \| Ellara always speaks in perfect pitch. This ability allows Ellara a very broad range of vocal manipulation leading to her ability to mimic other people's voices and create sonic waves with frequencies well above and below the human range. Due to Ellara's abilities she's able to mimic any voice she has heard. That said, the more she's heard a person speak the more she's able to mimic their voice and verbal tics. A conversation at length with a person will lead to an almost infallible impression but a fleeting sentence here and there will lead to simply a good impression. Ellara is able to project her voice over a distance much further than even the best town criers and manipulate her voice to sound like more than one person is speaking leading to a rather haunting effect. ■ ADVANCED VOICE MANIPULATION \| Tapping into her Omni-Tone, Ellara is able to make her voice have a persuasive effect over those he speaks to. She could also even hypnotize an open mind with her voice or lull them into a state of slumber. Further more she can empower her sonic scream with numerous effects such as causing fear, vertigo, or even to kill. Ellara can direct her sonic scream into a beacon sending out over an incredibly wide range to rally allies or attract enemies to her location.UNDEVELOPED ■ ENHANCED HEARING \| Ellara has hearing well above and beyond the human range both in terms of physical distance and frequencies. Currently her hearing isn't refined but once she has trained her ears she'll be able to do even more simply by listening. Ellara's ears are immune not only to her own sonic manipulation but also to any external sonic manipulation. Her body is especially adapted to completely resist sonic attacks and to to allow her to fully maximize her own abilities. ■ ADVANCED ENHANCED HEARING \| Ellara can refine her ability to listen in order to use her hearing in combination with her voice for the effects of echolocation or sonar. Furthermore Ellara can listen close enough to a person's heartbeat and detect if they're lying.UNDEVELOPED ■ CREATE/MANIPULATE SOUNDWAVES \| Ellara can create soundwaves using her vocal chords or by slapping her body against a hard surface. Clapping will create soundwaves just not with the same starting volume as her vocal chords could produce. Ellara can manipulate the loudness, pitch, tone and overall shape of the soundwave. Ellara can manipulate any soundwave generated from another source whether this is an instrument or a car crash. Ellara can do everything to an externally generated soundwave as he can do to one of his own.UNDEVELOPED ■ SOUND AMPLIFICATION/ABSORPTION \| Ellara can increase or decrease the volume of any soundwave. Furthermore she can make sounds completely inaudible including herself. Ellara can throw out soundwaves that can counteract unanticipated sounds by muting or nullifying the sounds. Ellara can manipulate soundwaves into a direct attack shaping them into a concussive blast or keeping them wide to affect a radius around her. Using her enhanced vocal chords, Ellara can produce a sonic scream or overwhelm opponents with deafening or disorienting noise. Low frequency sonic blast can stun opponents temporarily.UNDEVELOPED ■ BOOST/LEVITATION/FLIGHT \| Ellara will eventually be able to learn to manipulate soundwaves in such a way that she will be able to ride on them and channel them around her body to boost forward or slow her descent towards the ground. Further building upon this ability, Ellara in combination with a wing suit or glider or some kind will be able to fly through the air using a series of sonic boosts to propel her and keep her sustained. At her absolute best, Ellara will be able to propel herself at the speed of sound through the air creating a sonic boom as she reaches Mach speed.UNDEVELOPED ■ VIBRATION EMISSION \| Manipulating soundwaves in the correct way, Ellara can create vibrations which could topple whole buildings if she had the proper supply of soundwaves. These vibrations can be used to counter other movement and potentially deflect projectiles or shrapnel. If timed correctly these 'Counter Vibrations' could at the least minimize the kinetic energy in an attack and at best completely neutralize it.UNDEVELOPED //ᒪIᗰITᗩTIOᑎᔕ: ■ ABUSE \| Ellara is limited by her own physical condition as while she does have immunity to her abilities she can over-strain his system and temporarily cut off her own powers. She can also damage her throat or vocal chords from over-abusing them. ■ ADDICTION \| Ellara suffers from an addiction to sleeping pills, as well as predispostion towards alcohol. Often mixing the two depsite warnings from her roommate. In some instances she needs a drink to accompany a meal, often refusing to relax until she has one in her hand. Whether this is a placebo effect, addiction or both isn't yet determined. She can't sleep without sleeping pills, whether its an afternoon nap or a full night's rest. Ellara believes she needs the pills or her nightmares will come. ■ PTSD \| Despite having been in and out of therapy over the past ten years, Ellara still suffers from symptoms of PTSD due to Strider's actions. Ellara is completely dependent on sleeping pills in order to get anything close to a semblance of rest each night. Often tossing and turning due to nightmares and the haunting visage of the man with a knife pressed against her. Even during the day if Ellara allows her thoughts to wander, she finds herself reliving the event, experiencing intense flashbacks. The smell of blood or the brand of cheap body spray that Strider wore can act as a trigger. News reports of sexual assaults or rapes can set Ellara's PTSD off as can hearing the song 'Escape' by Rupert Holmes. For this reason, Ellara avoids playing music before bed since it was a tradition of her parents and one that lead to 'Escape' being played before their murders. Ellara also refuses to sleep with a window open or unlocked, and ensures every door has at least two locks on it. If Ellara tries to go to bed while anything in her apartment is similar to the night of the assault then she will end up avoiding sleep altogether. Ellara has trouble forming relationships, and can be seen as very untrusting. She tends to view the world at its worst and sees it as a dangerous and untamed animal. As such, Ellara has never had a boyfriend or any sort of significant other never being able to get past a first date. She's constantly on alert, her eyes twitching back and forth constantly searching for any threats to herself. Often Ellara fidgets, tapping a foot or hand on whatever surface is nearby, often jittery especially in new environments. While Ellara is attempting to earn a degree at Grimm, she has a hard time concentrating especially combined with her lack of sleep. She's prone to mood swings, suddenly becoming angry or irritable without any notice. Ellara always checks her surroundings, especially in a new location, always sitting with her back to a wall and never a window, door or open space. Additionally Ellara doesn't take kindly to being snuck up on or surprised. ■ BERSERK BUTTON \| At the age of eleven, Ellara was sexual assaulted and nearly raped by Marcus Strider. She also witnessed the death of her father while her mother's murderer was carted off and put in jail where he had a roof over his head and was provided three meals per day along with free education. While Ellara uses her memories to fuel her crusade against crime it is also a crutch to her. Victims of sexual assault often cause her to become unhinged and unfocused while guns can unnerve Ellara and she's especially vulnerable to seeing someone near death or dead in front of her. Unexpected displays of affection can also unnerve Ellara causing her to become hostile. ■ HUMANITY \| Even though Ellara has enhanced healing through sonokinetic stimulation, she's still essentially vulnerable to guns and knives. Ellara has no enhanced strength or durability and is currently untrained in using her abilities to boost her speed. //ᗯᕮᗩKᑎᕮᔕᔕᕮᔕ: ■ SOUND NULLIFICATION \| Ellara's abilities can be negated by anything that can nullify sound. Materials which absorb sound can also limit if not downright block the desired effects. ■ NOISE \| While Ellara manipulates sound, noise can greatly hinder her abilities causing her attacks to become unfocused or even render then completely null. Noise greatly reduces Ellara's ability to focus soundwaves and as such fighting around crowds or in busy public areas will diminish her efficiency. ■ MUTING/DEAFENING \| Since the majority of Ellara's abilities rely on her mouth and ears, removing either of these sensory organs from the equation can greatly weaken her. Ellara can't perform her sonic scream while gagged and can't focus her abilities without her ears. //ᔕKIᒪᒪᔕ: ■ ASL \| Having spent nearly ten years without speaking, Ellara's speech therapist introduced her to and educated her in American Sign Language. Being a competent user of it, Ellara can communicate proficiently with most individuals who have an understanding of it. She herself can be overwhelmed by the speed at which life long users sign but this can often be overcome. ■ VENTRILOQUISM \| Due to Ellara's abilities, she has a natural talent for voice manipulation. As such, she is able to throw her voice in a similar manner to a ventriloquist. Ellara can use this to distract or otherwise confuse both allies and foes alike. She's been known to pick up a puppet every now and then to entertain children too. ■ MARTIAL ARTS \| On an invitation from Alexis, Ellara took up Tai Chi as both a meditation technique and a physical outlet just over a year ago. Taking as many courses as she could over the past year, she's become rather skilled in the martial art, capable of holding her own against most average opponents. Ellara is however by no means a medal winning athlete or combatant and instead relies more on surprise and her abilities than being able to take an opponent head on. \| ᗷ ᗩ ᑕ K ᔕ T O ᖇ Y : \| "Scream till there's silence, Scream while there's life left, vanishing" A powerful set of lungs alerted the world of the birth of Ellara Sofia Castell as she was pulled from the womb screaming in the dead of one cold Larissa night. Born to doting parents, Alejandro and Liliana spoiled their little princess during her early childhood. However that all changed one hot summer when a notorious man by the name of Marcus Strider went on a crime spree throughout the city. This spree was isolated to the districts of Somerset, the Wharf, the Sound and Little Santiago. A sexual predator, rapist and family annihilator, Strider left a rather notable body count in his wake including both Alejandro and Liliana. During the attack on their home, Ellara managed to call 911 although she was caught by Strider before having the chance to express the situation to the operator on the other side. Having already dispatched both of Ellara's parents, Strider believed himself free to have his way with the young girl and began to take his time, tormenting Ellara. Pressing a knife against Ellara's skin as he began to cut off her shirt, Ellara screamed in terror as Strider smiled wickedly at her. However this scream was not the simple scream of a terrified girl, but the powerful scream of a new super waking up. The combination of trauma and puberty awoke latent superhuman abilities in Ellara which manifested in a super sonic scream. As the scream left Ellara's mouth, the windows in the house shattered along with Strider's ear drums as he fell to the floor clutching his head. Cursing as he pulled himself to his feet, Strider scrambled for his knife and lunged at Ellara before being pulled back by Alejandro. Having underestimated Alejandro's constitution, Strider believed he had left the man for dead however Alejandro managed to fight through his wounds, coming to his daughter's aid. Struggling with the older man, Strider found his knife being turned on him as the house was flood with red and blue flashing lights. As the police entered the room, Alejandro let go, rolling off of Strider and finally succumbing to his wounds. Strider was taken into custody as police tried to console the now parent-less Ellara. -From that point on, Ellara never spoke a word. Put in the care of her grandmother, Ellara was put into both speech and psychological therapy in order to help cope with what she had been through and witnessed. Still the girl refused to speak. -Terrified of what her voice had done, Ellara had convinced herself that her scream had killed her father. This only furthered her vow of silence. -Her grandmother was a devout Catholic and took Ellara to church for both confirmation and mass on a weekly basis. Unknown to both Ellara's grandmother and therapists, Ellara actually spoke to Father Juan in confessional. -At the age of nineteen, Ellara was on her way home from work. Caught in the rain, she turned down an alley to shield herself from the downpour when she came upon a man assulting a woman. Overcome with rage, Ellara found her voice again as she unleashed her sonic scream for the second time in her life. -Following up with Alexis, Ellara and the girl bonded with Alexis helping Ellara out of her shell and creating a newfound confidence within the girl. Eventually moving in with the single mother and her son, Ellara began to find both her voice and independence. -Taking Tai-Chi to both learn self defense and as a therapeutic response to her assualt, Alexis decided to invite Ellara out who immediately took a liking to the martial art. -With the fire lit inside her chest, Ellara took to the streets at night, hunting down crime. Naturally she had heard of the Mavericks, everyone in Larissa knew of the vigilantes. But she had become a vigilante by coincidence, not because of inspiration. Her life seemed fated to go this way. \| ᗰ O T I ᐯ ᗩ T I O ᑎ / O ᗷ ᒍ ᕮ ᑕ T I ᐯ ᕮ : \| When Ellara stopped Alexis' assault, something ignited within her. A desire to break her silence and use her abilities to help others who can't stand up for themselves. Fueled by her own helplessness during her youth and the death of her parents, Ellara strives to keep the few she cares about safe and ensure no one has to suffer what she did ever again. \| ᔕ ᑌ ᑭ ᑭ O ᖇ T I ᑎ G ᑕ ᗩ ᔕ T : \| ■ CASTELL, ALEJANDRO \| Ellara's late father. Alejandro used to regal his daughter with tales of Larissa's legendary heroes the Mavericks. In truth, Alejandro knew the Mavericks better than most having been on the receiving end of IllAdvised's fist more than once in his youth. Growing up, Alejandro had been pressured into gang life, ending up running with the Harbour Kings. However due to the interference of the Mavericks, the gang was eventually shut down and Alejandro was able to attend Grimm University, taking a degree in Power Engineering. Before his death he had been working at the Michaels' Power Plant. Charles Michaels himself personally ensured that Ellara would receive Alejandro's full pension on the day of her eighteenth birthday. ■ CASTELL (neé DELGADO), LILIANA \| Ellara's late mother. Named by her parents after the 'Lilly of the Valley' found outside of New Lilith, Liliana met and married Alejandro in their early twenties. She stayed at home during the first seven years of Ellara's life, eventually returning to work the year Ellara entered into the second grade. Working as a paralegal, Liliana made a decent wage and upon her death, the 'Reid and Reid' Lawfirm ensured Ellara was put into the care of her grandmother instead of into the system. ■ DELGADO, ADALIND \| Ellara's grandmother and caretaker for most of her life. A very religious and superstitious woman, Adalind was initially hesitant to take Ellara into her home. However, she was unable to say no to her own granddaughter and eventually the two bonding, Adalind learning sign language along with Ellara. In fact, sign language was a greater gift than Adalind could have anticipated as it allowed her to communicate with other elderly members of her church that had begun to lose their hearing. Seeing Ellara as a blessing in her life, Adalind made sure to thank God every time she prayed for showing her his plan for bringing Ellara into her life. ■ DEL CARO, JUAN \| Father or Padre Juan is the Priest which resides over St. Hillan's Cathedral. For most of Ellara's early teens he acted as a father figure to the young girl and still acts as her confident today. Padre Juan is aware of Ellara's nighttime activities but as part of his oath does not utter a word from confessional. While he tells Ellara that God does not appreciate violence, a small part of the local priest can't help but feel pride to see a new potential hero rising up in Larissa. Having grown up in Little Santiago, the Mavericks did a lot to bring prosperity into the poorer regions of Larissa and while most of the city turned on the heroes when challengers began to come to the city, Juan and his family stood by their heroes. ■ FITZROY, EUGENE \| Ellara's psychological therapist. ■ JAMES, ALEXIS \| Ellara met Alexis just over two years ago when she rescued the young woman from being assaulted. A waitress at the Silver Knot, Alexis had been on her way home after a long shift when Ellara rescued her. After the police took Alexis' statement, Ellara followed up herself, checking in with Alexis seeing a kindred soul in the woman. The two began meeting for coffee on a weekly basis before eventually becoming very close friends. When Alexis found out that Ellara was looking to move out of her grandmother's house in Little Santiago, she invited Ellara to come live with her and her son in the Sound. While Alexis is suspicious of Ellara's night time activities, she prefers not to voice her concerns as she knows Ellara finds a cathartic release in beating the snot out of Larissa's scum. ■ JAMES, HARLEY \| Alexis' son. ■ STRIDER, MARCUS \| When Marcus was seventeen his father divorced his mother leaving the pair nearly penniless. This planted the seeds of rage within Marcus who held both his parents accountable for the split and eventually leading to him murdering his mother and then hunting down his father. However, unbeknownst to Marcus, his father had left Larissa leading o him seeking our surrogates. Marcus went on a twelve day rapdily devolving killing spree that was ended when he invaded the Castell family home. Having taken Alejandro Castell by surprise, Marcus took his time assualting and tormenting Liliana before killing her and coming after their eleven year old daughter Ellara. Underestimating Alejandro, Marcus was prevented from raping the child as Alejandro re-engaged him. The fight was brought to an end when the police arrived and shot Alejandro to prevent him from killing Marcus. Marcus was then apprehended and sentenced to lifetime without chance of bail in Cliffside Penitentiary. After the explosion at the Michaels Power Plant, he has been reported missing, his cell having been compromised during the incident. \| ᖇ ᕮ ᖴ ᕮ ᖇ ᕮ ᑎ ᑕ ᕮ ᑭ O ᔕ T ( ᔕ ) : \| ■ Mavericks: Valiant Heroics \| 'Another School Year' ■ New Lilith: Shadows of Darkness \| 'A Late Winter' ■ VIGILANCE: Rise of the Mavericks \| 'IllAdvised Tracking' \| ᑎ O T ᕮ ᔕ : \| ■ Ellara drives a black 1969 Pontiac GTO Judge convertible. ■ Ellara is primarily of Catalan, Mesoamerican and Navajo descent.
1,209	23	1	1,419	3,681	\| \| ~ Ɲ ǀ Ɠ H Ƭ S O Ɲ Ɠ ~ \| \|"Can you feel the darkness, is all around. Shadows burns at your mind, fire in the sky. Can you hear the night?" ᒪ ᗩ ᖇ I ᔕ ᔕ ᗩ \| T ᕼ ᕮ ᔕ O ᑌ ᑎ ᗪ May 2016 - One Night After The Explosion The candle light flickered in the darkness of the apartment. The power outages across the city had rendered the entire district in the dark, not even the street lamps outside where lit. The silence from the street below was deafening, barely a car had drove by since the explosion had rocked the city yesterday. A tense still hung over the apartment as the set of eyes stared intently at the woman across from him. "I hate to do this, but I'm afraid I have no choice." The voice began as he reached forward. "No, you don't have to do that, c'mon I'm begging you here." The female replied, her voice quivering slightly as the male made his move. "Sorry..." The voice said with a chuckle as the cards were laid on the table. "Pick up eight El." "C'mon Harley! Why do you do this to me?" Ellara asked with a mock groan as she reached towards the center of the table. Picking up the required cards from the pile at the center of the table, Ellara nodded to Alexis. "Your son is evil." "He gets it from you, I'm a freakin' angel." Replied Alexis as she placed her cards, eliciting a groan from Harley as the colour of the deck changed. "C'mon, what was so bad about red?" He bemoaned. "I don't have any." Smiling, Alexis watched as Ellara reached into her deck and placed a few cards on the table. "I hope the power comes back on soon. I don't think the food in the fridge will keep much longer." She commented looking towards the dark kitchen. "I think the super said he was going to get a generator running in the basement." Added Alexis as she followed Ellara's gaze to the kitchen. "Don't think I can handle eating anymore mock chicken, it's supposed to last a week, not go in two days." "And it's suppose to be for my lunches!" Harley piped up. "That it is buddy." Ellara said with a smile as she knocked on the table while holding up a single card. "Uno." "You bitch!" Alexis exclaimed with a light punch to Ellara's arm. "Mommy said a bad word!" Harley yelled pointing at Alexis as she gasped upon realizing what had come out of her mouth. "You hear nothing child. Now stop her!" Alexis said as placed a card on the pile. "I don't have anything!" Cried Harley as he threw a random card on the deck. "Thank you Harley." Ellara said smugly as she placed her final card on the pile. "And I believe that's a win for me." "You bitch!" Harley said, parroting his mother from moments ago. "HARLEY!" Scolded Alexis. "What?" He asked innocently, "How come you can say it and I can't?" "I... will have to get back to you on that one." Alexis said with a slight pause. "But what I do know is that it's time for you to get to bed. We may not have power but you have school tomorrow." "Night Harley!" Called Ellara as she leaned back in her chair. "Hey Lex, I'm going to go out. See if I can't find a burger joint open. You want me to bring you back anything?" "Maybe just some fries?" Alexis called back. "Can do." Replied Ellara as she grabbed her leather jacket and headed out the door. Locking the door behind her, Ellara took a few steps before pausing and turning back to the apartment. Testing the door knob, she put her shoulder into the door, ensuring it didn't budge. Satisfied, Ellara made a move to walk away before checking the door one last time and heading towards the stairs. Although numerous cars were damaged in the explosion, it was primarily the state of emergency keeping people off the road. That part didn't bother Ellara too much especially since over the past year she'd been putting her fists into the face of Larissa's scum. Things were changing in both Larissa and Ellara. She wasn't nearly as timid as she had been before meeting Alexis. Perhaps all she needed ten years ago was a friend. But Ellara was moving in the opposite direction of Larissa, the city herself was going down. Crime had been on a steady rise and no doubt the explosion had prompted several sprees across the Greater Larissa Area. Ellara had even heard rumors of a re-emergence of the Harbour Kings' gang. Jumping over the door of her GTO, Ellara pushed the key into the ignition and turned as the engine roared to life. Without most of the modern electronics, the old Pontiac was unaffected by the explosion that had rocked the city. Putting the car into gear, Ellara drove out of the garage and into the night.	N E M E S I S"Mother had a saying, something about how sometimes a favourable outcome requires a few ill-advised actions." O S E P H E D W A R D T H O R E A U ◼ 0 2 / 0 8 / 1 9 9 4 ( 2 2 ) ◼ M A L E ◼ H E T E R O S E X U A L ▼ A P P E A R A N C E:"Yeah I know, I don't look like a Thoreau."//STATS: ◼ HEIGHT \| 5'-10" ◼ WEIGHT \| 164 lbs ◼ BUILD \| Athletic ◼ EYE COLOUR \| Deep blue outer iris with an inner ice blue iris ◼ HAIR COLOUR \| Dark brown with hints of ruddy auburn ◼ ETHNICITY \| Caucasian //DESCRIPTION: Joseph has a slender frame that is covered in compacted muscle built up from years of exercising and toning his body. His torso and legs are built like someone who regularly competes in marathons and free running competitions while his arms and shoulders are built more like that of a boxer mixed with a martial artist. Joseph prides himself on being more balanced in his physique and as such has kept his flexibility and somewhat slender frame despite his well chiseled biceps and abdominal. Joseph is especially known for his keen piercing blue eyes. Deep blue with flecks of icy blue strewn throughout, Joseph's eyes are known for being able to look right through someone as though he is staring into their soul. Joseph has deep brown hair with strands of gold and auburn acting as natural highlights, these are most visible in bright light where as in dim and barely lit places, Joseph's hair can seem to be almost black. He keeps his hair anywhere from a short to medium length, often grooming it into various ways. Joseph's general attire ranges from long sleeve mock tees to hoodies usually. Always paired with straight leg or boot-cut, dark-wash jeans. In collaboration with these, Joseph prefers to wear semi loose fitting tops in an effort to hide his more chiseled physique so as not to draw too much attention to himself. To that end he often will wear a t-shirt paired with a hoodie and jacket, or a long-sleeved shirt adorned with a hood and a jacket. Depending on the weather though Joseph may wear just a t-shirt, or a rolled up long sleeved mock tee. His outfit is almost always complimented with a leather jacket. ▼ B I O G R A P H Y:"Words don't define us, actions do." During the height of the Mavericks' career Joseph's grandfather, Forrest Emerson Thoreau was a officer with the Larissa Lilith Police Department, often providing support to the Mavericks themselves. Proud to call himself an ally to the Mavericks, Forrest often told a young Joseph tales of the daring heroics the vigilantes had once brought to Larissa and its surrounding areas. However, Joseph's father, Silas Edward Thoreau didn't see eye to eye with his own father and while Forrest had been aiding the Mavericks, Silas had been away at Harvard earning his law degree and developing a deep rooted seed of hatred against those who took the law into their own hands. Upon Silas' return to Larissa, the ambitious young lawyer set his eyes on the gross abuse of the law he considered the Mavericks to be. Appealing to the local district attorney, it was Silas who instigated the city's zero tolerance policy towards vigilantes and ultimately caused the Mavericks to vanish from history. Due in part to his contribution to the city's new anti-vigilante stance, Silas became a valued asset with numerous law firms trying to recruit the young hotshot. Having his pick of the crop, Silas settled in with Campbell and Reid quickly rising to partner over three short years. Eyed by the District Attorney's office, Silas was scouted to take over the position of state prosecutor. Settling into his new career with ease, Silas eventually met and impregnated a young woman by the name of Samantha Russells. Desperate to keep the bastard child out of public headlines, Silas married Samantha in a private civil ceremony. Nine months later, Joseph Edward Thoreau was born to his loving mother and career driven father. Growing up distant from his father, Joseph spent most of his time with his mother and grandfather. His mother provided the love and care every growing boy needed while Forrest filled the void left by Silas and taught Joseph many numerous life skills. Drawing upon his years of experience as a former police officer, Forrest taught Joseph to listen to the beat of the city, to hear its voice and learn its rhythms. Due to the teachings of his grandfather, Joseph grew to a strong set of street-smarts, taught to remain constantly aware of his surroundings and how to read those within them. But Joseph found he had trouble connecting to the city, especially on its crowded streets. Constantly overwhelmed, he found the only time he could clearly hear the rhythm of the city was from high above the street. Looking down on the world, Joseph learned how to pick apart the details and eventually found his groove. The city became his playground and Joseph would sneak out of the house to play among the roof tops. It was from this height that the corruption growing in Larissa first became clear to Joseph, he could see the city was sick and that the illness was only spreading. It was here that the idea to follow in his grandfather's footsteps was laid in Joseph's head, within him a fire had lit and the flames of passion ignited a need to help the people of Larissa, a need he wouldn't act on until quite a few years later. Originally traversing them by climbing fire escape after fire escape before eventually growing bold enough to jump from roof to roof. From there Joseph's skills only continued to expand as Joseph learned to move more efficiently from place to place, learning the city from a whole new angle. At least he would have until his mother, Samantha caught Joseph sneaking in through a window one dark Larissa night. Never before had the boy seen his mother so scared as she checked him over for any sign of injury, acting as though he had been out re-enacting the stories of the Mavericks. Making him swear to never use the roof tops again, Joseph was literally grounded from that point on. But he learned to adapt, find new ways to hear the city as he moved through the crowded streets and eventually behind the wheel as his grandfather taught him how to drive and he succeeded in gaining his driver's license. Despite never being the brightest in his class, Joseph never struggled through school. Maintaining above average grades and achieving honors upon graduation, Joseph had a wide selection of post-secondary institutions to choose from along with several sizable scholarships. However money had never been a concern for the Thoreau's thanks to Joseph's distant father. Deciding to take inspiration from his grandfather, Joseph turned his back on the numerous high brow institutions that had sent him accepted letters before deciding to pursue his education at the local community college. Enrolling for EMT certification, Joseph completed course after course until finding a career with the Larissa General Hospital as a paramedic. Never had Joseph felt so much pride as the day his grandfather shook his hand to congratulate the young man upon his first assignment. Silas however was disgusted with Joseph's career choices, his attitude towards Joseph causing friction between both Joseph and himself as well as Samantha and he. Combined with his constant distant behavior, Silas' negative attitude towards Joseph was the straw that broke the camel's back and Samantha and Silas divorced. Having moved out during his time at college, the split did little to upset Joseph's living arrangements. His mother however relocated from the Olympus district to a country home in the more rural district of Mount Nysa. Making time to visit his mother over the weeks that followed, Joseph was rather confused by how little the divorce seemed to bother her. Silas on the other hand was working hard to keep the divorce out of his public image least it reflect poorly upon him. On the night of the blackout, Joseph was awoken from his slumber in order to respond to an evacuation order at the Michaels' Nuclear Facility. Arriving at the scene just as the explosion rocked the area, Joseph's ambulance was rendered completely powerless. Nonetheless, Joseph wasn't deterred as he rushed the scene helping the wounded to safety until other first responders arrived. Working to clear the scene, Joseph worked into overtime, eventually being relieved after nearly eighteen long hours. ▼ A B I L I T I E S / S K I L L S:"Time to level the playing field." ▼ ABILITY AUGMENTATION ◼ STAGE 01 \| Joseph possesses the ability to enhance the abilities of other gifted individuals. By laying his hands on another who possesses extraordinary abilities, Joseph can increase the potency of their abilities beyond what they are currently capable of. This increase only lasts as long as Joseph remains in contact with the ability's host and its effects almost immediately dissipate as soon as Joseph lets go. At this stage, Joseph can only boost the abilities of another in one aspect meaning if he increased the range of an attack, he could not increase its potency. ◼ STAGE 02 \| As Joseph's powers continue to grow, his abilities are further able to increase those of another. The next growth in his powers allows Joseph to amplify all aspects of another's abilities. This means he increases the range, potency, duration and any other necessary aspects of the ability in question. Furthermore Joseph no longer requires physical contact with those he's familiar with. Joseph is able to form empathetic links with those who he's close to allowing him to amplify their abilities while they're nearby. However as with his early abilities, the effects are only temporary, wearing off an hour or so after Joseph terminates the link. ◼ STAGE 03 \| At Joseph's peak, he is able to evolve the abilities of others to their fullest potential. This could lead to any number of outcomes and may even hurt the host as their powers become too unstable to control or contain. This effect can last for upwards of a day depending on Joseph's bond with the host, those he has an empathetic connection with will find themselves empowered longer than another gifted individual who Joseph has just encountered. That said, Joseph's ability no longer requires physical contact and can operate solely on a field of effect although he can choose his targets. Physically touching another increases the duration of the evolution and its potency. While the field of effect can amplify abilities and with sustained effect can evolve the host, physical touch from Joseph accelerates the process, making evolution almost instant. ◼ ABILITY NEGATION ◼ STAGE 01 \| Joseph's secondary ability is the ability to negate the abilities of another gifted individual. When in physical contact with another, Joseph can choose whether to enhance or negate their abilities. Instinctively his body will always go with negate out of self preservation meaning that if Joseph were touched or assaulted while asleep or unconscious, his body will negate the abilities of his assailant. The negation of the host abilities only is sustained so long as the host is in physical contact with Joseph. Once physical contact is terminated, their abilities are returned within seconds. ◼ STAGE 02 \| As Joseph's ability grows, he'll be able to emit a small blast which can temporarily stun and negate the abilities of another. This blast will only negate abilities for several minutes, acting like a small taser blast. Repeated blasts will build up the duration of the negation but only to the extent of three hours. After this the host will recover unless Joseph incurs another attack upon them. Physical contact with Joseph has increased potency now, immediately rendering a gifted individual powerless for several hours. ◼ STAGE 03 \| Near Joseph's peak potency, his ability will be able to be projected in a field of effect, capable of rendering all gifted individuals in a set radius powerless. Furthermore, his offensive abilities will increase from a simple blast, to a prolonged beam or a wider-spread attack capable of targeting multiple foes. At this stage he is able to render most gifted individuals powerless for several days and may even be capable of stripping another of their abilities completely if prolonged physical contact is held. ◼ STAGE 04 \| With his final evolution, Joseph gains the ability to enhance his own body. These enhancements are only temporary and can only enhance one aspect of Joseph's body at a time. These enhancements can only be added to one existing aspect of Joseph's body such as accelerating his healing factor or boosting his physical condition. Joseph is able to keep his enhancements active for a period of twenty four hours after which his body will be weakened and unable to undergo another enhancement until fully recovered. //SKILLS: ◼ MEDICAL TRAINING \| As an EMT, Joseph is able to treat numerous injuries and ailment in the field. In addition to this, Joseph can sustain the life of a person, postponing death in the events of life threatening injuries until they can reach proper treatment. Notably, Joseph's skills are hinged on having the proper supplies although he can be pragmatic and use whatever is at hand when necessary. ◼ PARKOUR \| Although rusty, Joseph taught himself how to parkour during his youth before being stopped by his mother. His body still remembers the movements and he has since stayed in good physical condition both for personal interest and due to his chosen career. ◼ DRIVING \| Although Joseph isn't by any means a stunt driver, he is capable of driving most vehicles, including large vehicles such as ambulances. Even with such a large vehicle, Joseph is able to steer it an a manner that would be considered agile, capable of weaving in and out of traffic nearly as efficiently as the average motorcycle driver. ◼ SELF DEFENSE \| In a city as dangerous as Larissa, one knows better than to work on the streets without some sort of defense training. While attending college, Joseph attended several self defense classes in anticipation of picking up patients in Larrissa's seedier areas. //LIMITATIONS: Joseph can not use both of his abilities at the same, Joseph has to choose whether to enhance or negate constantly, he can't lay a hand on an ally to enhance while firing a negation blast at a foe. Furthermore, the effects of his abilities are not permanent, except in an extreme case when regarding his negation ability. Range of effect is also a major limitation, as even at his fullest potential, Joseph only has a maximum area effect of a twenty five foot radius. His abilities are most effective with physical contact which combined with his lack of physical enhancement requires Joseph to constantly be pragmatic enough to get close to a foe. In regards to Joseph's self enhancements, he can't just add any superhuman ability to himself. Joseph can only enhance his pre-existing physique. Once the enhancement wears off after twenty four hours, Joseph is left in a weakened state for upwards of twelve hours, requiring significant rest and nutrients in order to recover as he body deals with the 'devolution'. If Joseph tried to enhance himself within his rest period, he could potentially harm himself on a genetic level permanently corrupting his DNA and leaving it unstable. //WEAKNESSES: Joseph has no physical enhancements of his own, meaning he's vulnerable to every conventional form of harm. His abilities can be interrupted by a strike to his nervous system such as electrical shock from a tazer. A sustained electrical field, even at a harmless voltage would interrupt Joseph's abilities enough to render them useless. While enhanced by his own abilities, Joseph can be reduced back to a base human forcibly through extreme voltages which will render his abilities null and void, potentially even temporarily blocking them. Energy based attacks, particularly electrical ones are extremely dangerous to Joseph due to the way his abilities operate through bio-electricity. ▼ M O T I V A T I O N / O B J E C T I V E:"The city is hurting, it's time someone helped her." Ever since he was young, Joseph has felt a desire to help others. This need was only further honed by his grandfather who was a retired member of the Larissa-Lilith Police Department. As an officer who had served during the Golden Age of the Mavericks, Forrest believed in heroes and Joseph inherited this belief but Larissa was long past the age of heroes and crime was beginning to resurface without any opposition. Taking to the streets as a member of Larissa's paramedics, Joseph decided to help in the best way he could by tending to those hurt in the rapidly growing crime wave. ▼ N O T E S:"It's the people waiting for me at home that keep me going each and every day." //SUPPORTING CAST: ▼ ALLIES ◼ BERGERON, MILES \| TBD ◼ PLATEADO, ARTURO \| TBD ◼ PRINCE, EVELYN \| TBD ◼ WILLIAMS, ANDREW \| TBD ▼ FRIENDS ◼ CALLAHAN, BRYNNE \| Joseph's on again and off again girlfriend, they have a casual relationship. ◼ CASPIAN, WINTER \| A childhood friend of Joseph's and his first girlfriend before a nasty break up put a wedge between them. Winter works for Larissa's Channel 42 News as a field reporter. ◼ THOREAU, SILAS \| Joseph's father and Larissa's current District Attorney. ◼ THOREAU, FORREST \| Joseph's grandfather and father figure. Forrest and Joseph have a bond that Silas is incredibly jealous of both due to his distance from his father and the attention stolen from his son. ◼ THOREAU, SAMANTHA (neé RUSSELLS) \| Joseph's mother and one time lover to the billionaire Charles Micheals. Samantha had previously been involved in a whirlwind romance with the billionaire before being scorned and sent into the arms of Silas Thoreau. Finding herself with child, Samantha and Thoreau married giving birth to their son Joseph. ◼ YOUNG, TRAVIS \| Travis Young is Joseph's paramedic partner, the two have been friends since the first year of college and have been nearly inseparable since. ▼ ENEMIES ◼ N/A \| TBD //STOMPING GROUNDS ◼ SOUTH BEACH \| Owning a condominium in the South Beach District of Larissa, Joseph spends most of his off time on the beach, catching a few waves and mingling among the night time parties. //PARAPHERNALIA ◼ N/A \| TBD \| \| ~ Ɲ ǀ Ɠ H Ƭ S O Ɲ Ɠ ~ \| \| "You know I make you wanna scream, You know I make you wanna run from me baby" \| ᑎ ᗩ ᗰ ᕮ ( ᔕ ) : \| ■ Ellara Sofia Castell \| ᑎ I ᑕ K ᑎ ᗩ ᗰ ᕮ ( ᔕ ) : \| ■ El/Elle ■ Ella ■ Ellie ■ Lara \| ᗩ ᒪ I ᗩ ᔕ ( ᕮ ᔕ ): \| ■ Nightsong ■ 'Mouthpiece' ■ 'Scream Queen' \| ᗪ . O . ᗷ . : \| ■ 03/25/1995 \| ᗩ G ᕮ : \| ■ 21 \| ᔕ ᕮ ᙭ : \| ■ Female \| ᔕ ᕮ ᙭ ᑌ ᗩ ᒪ I T Y : \| ■ Heterosexual \| ᗩ ᑭ ᑭ ᕮ ᗩ ᖇ ᗩ ᑎ ᑕ ᕮ : \| "Her lips are devil red and her skin's the color mocha." //ᔕTᗩTᔕ: ■ HEIGHT \| 5'-8" ■ WEIGHT \| 118 lbs ■ MEASUREMENTS \| 34-24-34 ■ BRA SIZE \| 32B ■ HAIR COLOUR \| Black ■ EYE COLOUR \| Green //ᗪᕮᔕᑕᖇIᑭTIOᑎ: Standing at roughly five feet and eight inches tall (5'-8"), Ellara is a woman slightly above average height for her sex. That said, she doesn't cut an overly intimidating figure unless she locks eyes with you. It's Ellara's eyes which cause many would be suitors to second guess approaching the otherwise stunning woman. Her fierce green eyes give away the fact there's something wild and untamed behind them. Piercing and keen, it's almost as though her eyes can't stop moving as they swish from side to side, taking in their surroundings constantly. A side effect from the traumatic scaring of her childhood. Ellara has a scar above her collarbone on her right shoulder from where Strider held a knife to her. Her skin is naturally tanned, having a soft 'mocha' like tone to it due to the mixed heritage of her parents. Having roots in Catalan, Navajo and Mesoamerican cultures, Ellara's bloodline has a rich history within it. During the summer months, her skin tends to darken due to the sun's rays but even in the winter it retains its tan complexion. Preferring to keep her hair just past shoulder length, Ellara rarely ties her raven haired locks back in day to day activities but will tie it into a tight bun on the back of her head during vigilante activities. Prior to rescuing Alexis, Ellara's appearance was much more homely. Her grandmother kept her modest, not wanting to encourage the wandering male eye should it upset Ellara. She was never shown how to apply make up and would often practice in the mirror. Moving in with Alexis did miracles for Ellara as Alexis overhauled Ellara's wardrobe and taught her how to dress. \| ᗩ ᗷ I ᒪ I T I ᕮ ᔕ / ᔕ K I ᒪ ᒪ ᔕ : \| "Scream! When the pressure breaks me, When it's too hard to see." //ᗩᗷIᒪITIᕮᔕ: ■ SONIC MANIPULATION \| Ellara possesses the ability to manipulate, shape or create soundwaves. She has control over both soundwaves she creates and soundwaves from another source. Soundwaves are a periodic disturbance of the medium (air, ground, water, etc) that radiates outward in straight lines in the form of a pressure wave. The effect these waves produce upon the ear is perceived as sound. From the point of view of physics, sound is considered to be the waves of vibratory motion themselves, whether or not they are heard by the human ear. Ellara can mimic, intensify, hush, and distort, as well warp, strengthen, echo, speed up, and slow down sound. She is able to use it as a powerful physical force and even for high-speed movement. At low frequencies, sound is potentially fatal to living beings by causing internal damage, while high frequencies cannot be heard by normal humans but can be used for sonar-like effects. Since sound vibrations can travel through the air, ground, water and any form of medium, defense by using physical barriers is difficult. In order for Ellara's body to be able to handle her abilities, she possesses super-humanly powerful lungs, throat, and vocal cords that can produce a sonic scream. She also has selective hearing, enabling her to focus upon, enhance, or totally block out any given sound in his environment; this shields Ellara from the deafening sound of her own sonic attacks, and makes her a super-humanly acute eavesdropper in surveillance situations. ■ OMNI-TONE \| Ellara always speaks in perfect pitch. This ability allows Ellara a very broad range of vocal manipulation leading to her ability to mimic other people's voices and create sonic waves with frequencies well above and below the human range. Due to Ellara's abilities she's able to mimic any voice she has heard. That said, the more she's heard a person speak the more she's able to mimic their voice and verbal tics. A conversation at length with a person will lead to an almost infallible impression but a fleeting sentence here and there will lead to simply a good impression. Ellara is able to project her voice over a distance much further than even the best town criers and manipulate her voice to sound like more than one person is speaking leading to a rather haunting effect. ■ ADVANCED VOICE MANIPULATION \| Tapping into her Omni-Tone, Ellara is able to make her voice have a persuasive effect over those he speaks to. She could also even hypnotize an open mind with her voice or lull them into a state of slumber. Further more she can empower her sonic scream with numerous effects such as causing fear, vertigo, or even to kill. Ellara can direct her sonic scream into a beacon sending out over an incredibly wide range to rally allies or attract enemies to her location.UNDEVELOPED ■ ENHANCED HEARING \| Ellara has hearing well above and beyond the human range both in terms of physical distance and frequencies. Currently her hearing isn't refined but once she has trained her ears she'll be able to do even more simply by listening. Ellara's ears are immune not only to her own sonic manipulation but also to any external sonic manipulation. Her body is especially adapted to completely resist sonic attacks and to to allow her to fully maximize her own abilities. ■ ADVANCED ENHANCED HEARING \| Ellara can refine her ability to listen in order to use her hearing in combination with her voice for the effects of echolocation or sonar. Furthermore Ellara can listen close enough to a person's heartbeat and detect if they're lying.UNDEVELOPED ■ CREATE/MANIPULATE SOUNDWAVES \| Ellara can create soundwaves using her vocal chords or by slapping her body against a hard surface. Clapping will create soundwaves just not with the same starting volume as her vocal chords could produce. Ellara can manipulate the loudness, pitch, tone and overall shape of the soundwave. Ellara can manipulate any soundwave generated from another source whether this is an instrument or a car crash. Ellara can do everything to an externally generated soundwave as he can do to one of his own.UNDEVELOPED ■ SOUND AMPLIFICATION/ABSORPTION \| Ellara can increase or decrease the volume of any soundwave. Furthermore she can make sounds completely inaudible including herself. Ellara can throw out soundwaves that can counteract unanticipated sounds by muting or nullifying the sounds. Ellara can manipulate soundwaves into a direct attack shaping them into a concussive blast or keeping them wide to affect a radius around her. Using her enhanced vocal chords, Ellara can produce a sonic scream or overwhelm opponents with deafening or disorienting noise. Low frequency sonic blast can stun opponents temporarily.UNDEVELOPED ■ BOOST/LEVITATION/FLIGHT \| Ellara will eventually be able to learn to manipulate soundwaves in such a way that she will be able to ride on them and channel them around her body to boost forward or slow her descent towards the ground. Further building upon this ability, Ellara in combination with a wing suit or glider or some kind will be able to fly through the air using a series of sonic boosts to propel her and keep her sustained. At her absolute best, Ellara will be able to propel herself at the speed of sound through the air creating a sonic boom as she reaches Mach speed.UNDEVELOPED ■ VIBRATION EMISSION \| Manipulating soundwaves in the correct way, Ellara can create vibrations which could topple whole buildings if she had the proper supply of soundwaves. These vibrations can be used to counter other movement and potentially deflect projectiles or shrapnel. If timed correctly these 'Counter Vibrations' could at the least minimize the kinetic energy in an attack and at best completely neutralize it.UNDEVELOPED //ᒪIᗰITᗩTIOᑎᔕ: ■ ABUSE \| Ellara is limited by her own physical condition as while she does have immunity to her abilities she can over-strain his system and temporarily cut off her own powers. She can also damage her throat or vocal chords from over-abusing them. ■ ADDICTION \| Ellara suffers from an addiction to sleeping pills, as well as predispostion towards alcohol. Often mixing the two depsite warnings from her roommate. In some instances she needs a drink to accompany a meal, often refusing to relax until she has one in her hand. Whether this is a placebo effect, addiction or both isn't yet determined. She can't sleep without sleeping pills, whether its an afternoon nap or a full night's rest. Ellara believes she needs the pills or her nightmares will come. ■ PTSD \| Despite having been in and out of therapy over the past ten years, Ellara still suffers from symptoms of PTSD due to Strider's actions. Ellara is completely dependent on sleeping pills in order to get anything close to a semblance of rest each night. Often tossing and turning due to nightmares and the haunting visage of the man with a knife pressed against her. Even during the day if Ellara allows her thoughts to wander, she finds herself reliving the event, experiencing intense flashbacks. The smell of blood or the brand of cheap body spray that Strider wore can act as a trigger. News reports of sexual assaults or rapes can set Ellara's PTSD off as can hearing the song 'Escape' by Rupert Holmes. For this reason, Ellara avoids playing music before bed since it was a tradition of her parents and one that lead to 'Escape' being played before their murders. Ellara also refuses to sleep with a window open or unlocked, and ensures every door has at least two locks on it. If Ellara tries to go to bed while anything in her apartment is similar to the night of the assault then she will end up avoiding sleep altogether. Ellara has trouble forming relationships, and can be seen as very untrusting. She tends to view the world at its worst and sees it as a dangerous and untamed animal. As such, Ellara has never had a boyfriend or any sort of significant other never being able to get past a first date. She's constantly on alert, her eyes twitching back and forth constantly searching for any threats to herself. Often Ellara fidgets, tapping a foot or hand on whatever surface is nearby, often jittery especially in new environments. While Ellara is attempting to earn a degree at Grimm, she has a hard time concentrating especially combined with her lack of sleep. She's prone to mood swings, suddenly becoming angry or irritable without any notice. Ellara always checks her surroundings, especially in a new location, always sitting with her back to a wall and never a window, door or open space. Additionally Ellara doesn't take kindly to being snuck up on or surprised. ■ BERSERK BUTTON \| At the age of eleven, Ellara was sexual assaulted and nearly raped by Marcus Strider. She also witnessed the death of her father while her mother's murderer was carted off and put in jail where he had a roof over his head and was provided three meals per day along with free education. While Ellara uses her memories to fuel her crusade against crime it is also a crutch to her. Victims of sexual assault often cause her to become unhinged and unfocused while guns can unnerve Ellara and she's especially vulnerable to seeing someone near death or dead in front of her. Unexpected displays of affection can also unnerve Ellara causing her to become hostile. ■ HUMANITY \| Even though Ellara has enhanced healing through sonokinetic stimulation, she's still essentially vulnerable to guns and knives. Ellara has no enhanced strength or durability and is currently untrained in using her abilities to boost her speed. //ᗯᕮᗩKᑎᕮᔕᔕᕮᔕ: ■ SOUND NULLIFICATION \| Ellara's abilities can be negated by anything that can nullify sound. Materials which absorb sound can also limit if not downright block the desired effects. ■ NOISE \| While Ellara manipulates sound, noise can greatly hinder her abilities causing her attacks to become unfocused or even render then completely null. Noise greatly reduces Ellara's ability to focus soundwaves and as such fighting around crowds or in busy public areas will diminish her efficiency. ■ MUTING/DEAFENING \| Since the majority of Ellara's abilities rely on her mouth and ears, removing either of these sensory organs from the equation can greatly weaken her. Ellara can't perform her sonic scream while gagged and can't focus her abilities without her ears. //ᔕKIᒪᒪᔕ: ■ ASL \| Having spent nearly ten years without speaking, Ellara's speech therapist introduced her to and educated her in American Sign Language. Being a competent user of it, Ellara can communicate proficiently with most individuals who have an understanding of it. She herself can be overwhelmed by the speed at which life long users sign but this can often be overcome. ■ VENTRILOQUISM \| Due to Ellara's abilities, she has a natural talent for voice manipulation. As such, she is able to throw her voice in a similar manner to a ventriloquist. Ellara can use this to distract or otherwise confuse both allies and foes alike. She's been known to pick up a puppet every now and then to entertain children too. ■ MARTIAL ARTS \| On an invitation from Alexis, Ellara took up Tai Chi as both a meditation technique and a physical outlet just over a year ago. Taking as many courses as she could over the past year, she's become rather skilled in the martial art, capable of holding her own against most average opponents. Ellara is however by no means a medal winning athlete or combatant and instead relies more on surprise and her abilities than being able to take an opponent head on. \| ᗷ ᗩ ᑕ K ᔕ T O ᖇ Y : \| "Scream till there's silence, Scream while there's life left, vanishing" A powerful set of lungs alerted the world of the birth of Ellara Sofia Castell as she was pulled from the womb screaming in the dead of one cold Larissa night. Born to doting parents, Alejandro and Liliana spoiled their little princess during her early childhood. However that all changed one hot summer when a notorious man by the name of Marcus Strider went on a crime spree throughout the city. This spree was isolated to the districts of Somerset, the Wharf, the Sound and Little Santiago. A sexual predator, rapist and family annihilator, Strider left a rather notable body count in his wake including both Alejandro and Liliana. During the attack on their home, Ellara managed to call 911 although she was caught by Strider before having the chance to express the situation to the operator on the other side. Having already dispatched both of Ellara's parents, Strider believed himself free to have his way with the young girl and began to take his time, tormenting Ellara. Pressing a knife against Ellara's skin as he began to cut off her shirt, Ellara screamed in terror as Strider smiled wickedly at her. However this scream was not the simple scream of a terrified girl, but the powerful scream of a new super waking up. The combination of trauma and puberty awoke latent superhuman abilities in Ellara which manifested in a super sonic scream. As the scream left Ellara's mouth, the windows in the house shattered along with Strider's ear drums as he fell to the floor clutching his head. Cursing as he pulled himself to his feet, Strider scrambled for his knife and lunged at Ellara before being pulled back by Alejandro. Having underestimated Alejandro's constitution, Strider believed he had left the man for dead however Alejandro managed to fight through his wounds, coming to his daughter's aid. Struggling with the older man, Strider found his knife being turned on him as the house was flood with red and blue flashing lights. As the police entered the room, Alejandro let go, rolling off of Strider and finally succumbing to his wounds. Strider was taken into custody as police tried to console the now parent-less Ellara. -From that point on, Ellara never spoke a word. Put in the care of her grandmother, Ellara was put into both speech and psychological therapy in order to help cope with what she had been through and witnessed. Still the girl refused to speak. -Terrified of what her voice had done, Ellara had convinced herself that her scream had killed her father. This only furthered her vow of silence. -Her grandmother was a devout Catholic and took Ellara to church for both confirmation and mass on a weekly basis. Unknown to both Ellara's grandmother and therapists, Ellara actually spoke to Father Juan in confessional. -At the age of nineteen, Ellara was on her way home from work. Caught in the rain, she turned down an alley to shield herself from the downpour when she came upon a man assulting a woman. Overcome with rage, Ellara found her voice again as she unleashed her sonic scream for the second time in her life. -Following up with Alexis, Ellara and the girl bonded with Alexis helping Ellara out of her shell and creating a newfound confidence within the girl. Eventually moving in with the single mother and her son, Ellara began to find both her voice and independence. -Taking Tai-Chi to both learn self defense and as a therapeutic response to her assualt, Alexis decided to invite Ellara out who immediately took a liking to the martial art. -With the fire lit inside her chest, Ellara took to the streets at night, hunting down crime. Naturally she had heard of the Mavericks, everyone in Larissa knew of the vigilantes. But she had become a vigilante by coincidence, not because of inspiration. Her life seemed fated to go this way. \| ᗰ O T I ᐯ ᗩ T I O ᑎ / O ᗷ ᒍ ᕮ ᑕ T I ᐯ ᕮ : \| When Ellara stopped Alexis' assault, something ignited within her. A desire to break her silence and use her abilities to help others who can't stand up for themselves. Fueled by her own helplessness during her youth and the death of her parents, Ellara strives to keep the few she cares about safe and ensure no one has to suffer what she did ever again. \| ᔕ ᑌ ᑭ ᑭ O ᖇ T I ᑎ G ᑕ ᗩ ᔕ T : \| ■ CASTELL, ALEJANDRO \| Ellara's late father. Alejandro used to regal his daughter with tales of Larissa's legendary heroes the Mavericks. In truth, Alejandro knew the Mavericks better than most having been on the receiving end of IllAdvised's fist more than once in his youth. Growing up, Alejandro had been pressured into gang life, ending up running with the Harbour Kings. However due to the interference of the Mavericks, the gang was eventually shut down and Alejandro was able to attend Grimm University, taking a degree in Power Engineering. Before his death he had been working at the Michaels' Power Plant. Charles Michaels himself personally ensured that Ellara would receive Alejandro's full pension on the day of her eighteenth birthday. ■ CASTELL (neé DELGADO), LILIANA \| Ellara's late mother. Named by her parents after the 'Lilly of the Valley' found outside of New Lilith, Liliana met and married Alejandro in their early twenties. She stayed at home during the first seven years of Ellara's life, eventually returning to work the year Ellara entered into the second grade. Working as a paralegal, Liliana made a decent wage and upon her death, the 'Reid and Reid' Lawfirm ensured Ellara was put into the care of her grandmother instead of into the system. ■ DELGADO, ADALIND \| Ellara's grandmother and caretaker for most of her life. A very religious and superstitious woman, Adalind was initially hesitant to take Ellara into her home. However, she was unable to say no to her own granddaughter and eventually the two bonding, Adalind learning sign language along with Ellara. In fact, sign language was a greater gift than Adalind could have anticipated as it allowed her to communicate with other elderly members of her church that had begun to lose their hearing. Seeing Ellara as a blessing in her life, Adalind made sure to thank God every time she prayed for showing her his plan for bringing Ellara into her life. ■ DEL CARO, JUAN \| Father or Padre Juan is the Priest which resides over St. Hillan's Cathedral. For most of Ellara's early teens he acted as a father figure to the young girl and still acts as her confident today. Padre Juan is aware of Ellara's nighttime activities but as part of his oath does not utter a word from confessional. While he tells Ellara that God does not appreciate violence, a small part of the local priest can't help but feel pride to see a new potential hero rising up in Larissa. Having grown up in Little Santiago, the Mavericks did a lot to bring prosperity into the poorer regions of Larissa and while most of the city turned on the heroes when challengers began to come to the city, Juan and his family stood by their heroes. ■ FITZROY, EUGENE \| Ellara's psychological therapist. ■ JAMES, ALEXIS \| Ellara met Alexis just over two years ago when she rescued the young woman from being assaulted. A waitress at the Silver Knot, Alexis had been on her way home after a long shift when Ellara rescued her. After the police took Alexis' statement, Ellara followed up herself, checking in with Alexis seeing a kindred soul in the woman. The two began meeting for coffee on a weekly basis before eventually becoming very close friends. When Alexis found out that Ellara was looking to move out of her grandmother's house in Little Santiago, she invited Ellara to come live with her and her son in the Sound. While Alexis is suspicious of Ellara's night time activities, she prefers not to voice her concerns as she knows Ellara finds a cathartic release in beating the snot out of Larissa's scum. ■ JAMES, HARLEY \| Alexis' son. ■ STRIDER, MARCUS \| When Marcus was seventeen his father divorced his mother leaving the pair nearly penniless. This planted the seeds of rage within Marcus who held both his parents accountable for the split and eventually leading to him murdering his mother and then hunting down his father. However, unbeknownst to Marcus, his father had left Larissa leading o him seeking our surrogates. Marcus went on a twelve day rapdily devolving killing spree that was ended when he invaded the Castell family home. Having taken Alejandro Castell by surprise, Marcus took his time assualting and tormenting Liliana before killing her and coming after their eleven year old daughter Ellara. Underestimating Alejandro, Marcus was prevented from raping the child as Alejandro re-engaged him. The fight was brought to an end when the police arrived and shot Alejandro to prevent him from killing Marcus. Marcus was then apprehended and sentenced to lifetime without chance of bail in Cliffside Penitentiary. After the explosion at the Michaels Power Plant, he has been reported missing, his cell having been compromised during the incident. \| ᖇ ᕮ ᖴ ᕮ ᖇ ᕮ ᑎ ᑕ ᕮ ᑭ O ᔕ T ( ᔕ ) : \| ■ Mavericks: Valiant Heroics \| 'Another School Year' ■ New Lilith: Shadows of Darkness \| 'A Late Winter' ■ VIGILANCE: Rise of the Mavericks \| 'IllAdvised Tracking' \| ᑎ O T ᕮ ᔕ : \| ■ Ellara drives a black 1969 Pontiac GTO Judge convertible. ■ Ellara is primarily of Catalan, Mesoamerican and Navajo descent.
1,210	23	2	1,015	2,826	B R E N I N ᒪ ᗩ ᖇ I ᔕ ᔕ ᗩ \| T ᕼ ᕮ ᔕ O ᗰ ᕮ ᖇ ᔕ ᕮ T ᗪ I ᔕ T ᖇ I ᑕ T May 2016 - The Night Of The Explosion Kalvin was riding his motorcycle down the highway on the outskirts of Larissa, weaving in and out of traffic, speeding up on the side of a car, a Yellow Porsche Carrera S4, a car more expensive than the entire block that Kalvin lived in. Inside was an older man in a ill fitting two piece suit, a tacky tie around his neck, and on his side was his presumed trophy wife, a hot blonde thing less than half his age. Kal grinned under his visor, breaking slightly, he pulled up next to the passenger door, lifted his visor and waved, flashing a smile at the two. The woman giggled and the man grunted as he revved the engine of his car, pushing the very expensive car far past the speed limit. The biker smiled, pulling down the visor and chasing after, the sports car was no match for the trimmed bike one tenth of it's price, as Kalvin blew past the Porsche and into the distance, vanishing from sight when he went past a Blue van. He continued down the road at break neck speeds, focusing on each car he passed, leaning to the right, leaning to the left, pushing the machine he was sitting on to it's very limits, but at the same time, pushing his mind in the very same way. That was the way it used to be, anyway, now, he had gotten used to the speed, the engine could not go faster than he pushed it, he needed a new thrill. Taking a left on the next exit, he headed towards the center of the Somerset district, past the overpass, he was going to meet up with a girl who worked at the local plant, she was a.. Honestly, Kalvin didn't know, her name was.. Cindy? Yeah, Cindy sounded about right to him. As the engine roared it was overshadowed by the loud explosion, sounding like a very pissed off thunderclap. Coming from the direction the young biker was heading in, in front of him, a blue Honda Civic skidded to a halt, turning sideways on the freeway, getting hit by a car from the back, forcing Kalvin to steer to the right, his bike slipping from under him and he was sent over the railing. Plummeting to his death, all he could feel was nothing. Followed by a warm energy, like rays of sun, or warm water, and in the next his eyes shot open with a surge of adrenaline. Falling head-first, he held his arms in front of his face, in the next moment he landed on the ground, it hurt, sure, but no worse than when he fell of his bicycle, a few bruises and scratches on his forearms that had parried his fall. He looked up, to a city in chaos, people screaming all around. ”What the hell happened?”	Brenin \| NAME(S): \| Kalvin Mahnsson \| NICKNAME(S): \| Kal Dude McMan \| ALIAS(ES): \| Brenin \| D.O.B.: \| 07/07/93 \| AGE: \| 23 \| SEX: \| Absolutely. \| SEXUALITY: \| Bi-Sexual \| APPEARANCE: \| I ain't a grunge, pimp or gangster. Got Style, grace and courage, his jaw's strong enough to cut through diamonds. Standing at 5'10, weighing 156 lbs. His build is athletic, he's handsome and his entire being beams out the bad boy attitude he conveys. His hair is meticulously styled - in such a way that it looks like he just got out of bed. The majority of Kal's morning routine is making himself look like he don't give a shit, and he tries very hard. Ripped jeans, washed out T-Shirts and a leather jacket with stitches in it and several tears. He wears a watch with leather straps on his lest wrist as well as a couple of rings on both of his fingers. A motorcycle is never far away from the young man. \| ABILITIES \| Am I the best? I gotta put it bluntly. Yes. Reactive Vector Manipulation: Physics, you have heard of that, right? Laws of nature, gravity, heat, etc. We've all been taught how they are supposed to work all through our lives, science has tried to explain why whatever goes up must come back down and with what force. Well, to Kalvin they're not laws. They're suggestions more like it. His body generates superhuman amounts of adrenaline that shoots into his veins whenever he is in danger. This allows him to control the vectors of atoms. This means performing a wide variety of feats impossible or even inconceivable to regular humans, things such as dodging sub-sonic bullets, surviving a 25 meter fall without breaking a bone or 'double' jumping. If you would ask Kalvin how to explain his powers, he'd tell you he's the real life counter part to Jason Statham and Vin Diesel - except he's better looking. \| WEAKNESSES \| If there are limits, I haven't found them yet. Fatigue, Injury And Pride: While he can Matrix dodge a hail of bullets coming his way, it doesn't mean he's always able to. Like regular shots of adrenaline they have a blow back, and for Kalvin that blowback is enormous, after a night of using his powers he's sore in places he didn't even know he could be sore in. His powers are bound to concentration and as such outside distractions can lead to him getting hurt, or worse. As such, high amounts of pain - such as getting shot puts him at a serious disadvantage. His emotions also get in the way. \| SKILLS \| I got what it takes. Precision Driving; Notably on Motorcycles, sports bikes, to be precise. He can also wheel most cars, but he enjoys four wheels a lot less than two. Street Smarts; He practically breathes Larissa, he knows ever street and every corner of the city. Kal is also one of those people who seems to always "Know a guy." Acrobatic: By no means a gymnast, he's quite agile and nimble, able to easily scale brick walls and jump between rooftops. \| BACKSTORY: \| If it ain't broken - break it. Kalvin's mother, Tess Mahnsson was a young woman, a rising star - the next icon in glamour. Her life was going all the place she had ever wanted it to, till she met a man. A man who swept her off her feet, who made her believe in love, the kind of love that was in the movies. They lived together for four months, she discovered she was pregnant and the morning after she had told her lover - he was gone. She got depressed, and her entire career had been sidetracked during the half year she had spent with the father of her unborn child. She left the world as a model behind and started waiting tables at the local bar - she was young and pretty and as such earned quite a lot of tips, enough to live happily. At least until the end of her pregnancy, complications arose and her hospital stay lasted several weeks, to cover the bills for her and her newborn son, she had to spend all of her savings. She raised Kalvin alone, she worked hard, harder than anyone else in her community to keep food on the table, some days she couldn't even do that. Yet, she never complained, not once did she complain about going hungry, the blood sugar falls she had because of not eating or sleeping properly. Everyday she'd come home after 11 hours of work - pay the babysitter and play with little Kalvin. She would read to him every night, about heroes. About the heroes of fairy tales, King Arthur, Robin Hood, Luke Skywalker or Frodo Baggins. Yet, Kalvin's favorite story was that of the local fairy tale. That of the Mavericks. Tessa had lived in Larissa during their time of greatness, their time had just ended when Kalvin was born and they had vanished just a year prior to his birth. She had seen them in all of their glory. They were truly, the greatest heroes ever. Over the years, Tessa would struggle to support herself and Kalvin, and when Kalvin was two, she started dating a man, ten years older than herself. His name was Arthur - like the king in the fairy tales - she would tell him whenever she would talk to Kalvin about him. She kept reading him stories about the great heroes, that people are good and heroes are needed to inspire people to be their best. That the Mavericks made all of Larissa a better place. That Heroes can save the world all over again. She and Arthur got married when Kalvin was four - Tessa didn't love the man, her heart only loved one man, after all these years. Soon, Arthur caught on that Tessa didn't love him, and he turned out to not be a hero after all, quite the opposite. He turned abusive, verbally abusing Tessa and Kal, soon physically hurting Tessa when she protected Kal from his step father. The boy hated living in Arthurs house, and he asked his mom about his real dad ever so often, and everytime - especially after Arthur had beaten her she would kiss her son's head and smile. Tell him his father was a hero, just like the ones he read about. When he was little, it used to make him happy. But as the years passed and he got older, and his mother faded more and more, the abuse she took slowly breaking her down. The more resentful he became of his so called hero of a father. If he was truly a hero, wouldn't he come and save them from the monster Arthur was? Wouldn't he come riding in on a stallion clad in shining armor and slay the beast that tormented them? That hurt the woman he was supposed to love? Isn't protecting the ones you love what makes a hero? Kalvin decided to be his own hero. One night, Tessa and Arthur was arguing - Arthur had been cheating on her. He hit her, and Kalvin rushed downstairs into the kitchen, yelling at him to stop, hitting his step father with his tine hands. Arthur turned and for the first time he struck the boy, backhanded him into the fridge, splitting his left cheek and giving him a bad cut in the back of his head. Tessa rushed to protect the boy, and while his concussion made him fade in and out of consciousness, he saw how Arthur beat Tessa senseless. Breaking her jaw, arm and four of her ribs. That was the night he stopped believing in heroes. Once he got into his teenage years, Kalvin had gotten accustomed to life at home, and to keep out of the way of the Wrath of his step-father, he kept out of the way, he didn't talk much during dinner, he acted like a good son whenever eyes were upon him - for if he caused trouble, Arthur assured him that he'd hurt him. For a time, Kalvin did good, he had good enough grades, he studied hard and he tried his best to connect with his peers in school. Once he started high school things changed. He soon realized that something was broken inside of him. That he wasn't like everyone else, that in a way, he couldn't connect with most other students. From where he stood, looking in, they didn't have any problems. Some of them had parents who were gonna get divorced, maybe they were bullied or didn't make the sports team they wanted to get into. But to him, none of them had it as bad as he did. He was living under the thumb of a man who everyone thought was a good man, he lived a lie where everyone thought their family was happy, and whenever he tried to reach out for help, either for himself or for his mother, nobody listened. Because nobody cared. One day, Kalvin had enough of lying, of sitting there at dinners with Arthur's friends. Of attending Barbecues where Arthur presented them as "His little family" when truly, they were more like slaves. That's when Kalvin met Jacob Jordan, a kid as old as Kalvin. J.J was smart, really smart, he was a top grade student whom had never seen a party in his life, at the New Alexandria High School naught but a handful had ever heard the name "Jacob Jordan" Where as Kalvin was a decently popular kid, only because he was good looking and wasn't afraid of breaking store windows to steal booze. Kalvin and Jacob met during class, Jacob bumped into Kalvin on a particularly bad day, after Arthur had given him a beating before school, Jacob's elbow pushing against Kalvin's bruised ribs, forcing the teen to grunt in pain, as if Jacob had hit him. A misunderstanding spun out of control, and that's how the two ended up rolling around on the hall floor tugging at each other's collars, fists in each others faces. Spending the afternoon in the principles office and the next three weeks in detention, the two became close friends, partly because Jacob lived on his own and he let Kalvin crash there instead of going home. Jacob's parents were in jail for holding up a liqour store, they were heroine junkies, had been sent to jail last year, following the young Jordan turning 17, too old to be put under foster care and shown that he could take care of himself, Jacob was recognized as an adult that same year. The two became thick as thieves and Jacob would soon let Kal in on his secret - he was a criminal. Not the rough kind, just the very profitable kind. He had started out selling weed, but soon took to building and importing guns, a trade that was blossoming in Lilith. Kalvin would do a few runs for Jacob once in a while, sell a few ounces of weed, sell a couple of butterflies, that sort of thing. Since graduating High School, Kalvin starting taking acting classes dreams of using his pretty face to make money he did a few ads, amongst those was an ad for Shaving Cream that was on the TV for a couple of months in 2014. Kalvin crashes on Jacob's couch "Till he gets back onto his feet" - for the past four years, when he isn't sleeping in the bed of some woman who's skirt he chased the night before. He enjoys riding his motorcycle and drinking cheap beer at divebars, always looking for trouble. Weather it's pissing off two thugs or it's making out with a cute red head. \| MOTIVATION/OBJECTIVE: \| Heroes may get remembered, but Legends never die. Kalvin is by definition an adrenaline junkie, always looking for the next thrill, the next high. The next adventure. \| SUPPORTING CAST: \| Tessa Mahnsson: Mother - Loving, self-sacrificing, wonderful mother. Arthur Mahnsson: Step-Father; Piece of shit. Jacob Jordan; Best Friend, small time arms dealer, helps Kal get in and out of trouble. \| REFERENCE POST(S): \| \| NOTES: \|
1,211	23	3	1,645	768	Under normal circumstances, would adore the prospect of a power cut. It gave him a real reason to step away from the television. A reason to head to that rickety old IKEA bookshelf in the corner and tear straight into a new world of adventure, romance, and excitement. He loved this time; curled up on the couch surrounded by an array of dimly lit candles, reading peacefully, his roommate fidgeting nervously on the armchair in front of him as she worried about how to get her mobile data working. It had been a simpler time. Things were different now however. While Amir loved having time alone with just his thoughts and a good book, he knew that wouldn’t ever be an option again. Because now it wasn’t just him alone with his thoughts and a good book. Now it was him, a good book, and the Dark Lord Cthulhu chatting away in his head. Well chatting away probably wasn’t the best way to describe it. All he was doing was whispering. Whispering about Amir’s potential in the world. However the “potential” he spoke of wasn’t something that Amir was all too happy with. The whisperings often grew worse when Amir was alone, hence why reading wasn’t really much of an option anymore. He had to do something to take his mind away from the creepy little parasite. Jogging was his solution; an activity that seemed to be beneficial in more ways than just blocking his voice out. It was soothing and relaxing for Amir, which was good considering it had become a daily routine of his. Now that the city was facing a mass power outage however, Amir had been jogging quite a lot more than his usual daily amount. He wasn’t stupid though. As Brooke had screeched to him worriedly before he had left the apartment, the streets probably weren’t the safest places to be at this kind of night, especially with the lack of lighting around. And especially for someone of his ethnicity. She was right of course. The news had been showing images and clips of looters from the previous night, all day. It was easy to assume that they’d continue. Regardless Amir had to get out of that apartment. He had been going stir crazy, with him even beginning to follow the same erratic behaviour of Brooke. It wasn’t until the voice began speaking in his head one more that he had become adamant to leave. No way was he letting that thing grind his gears. The soft menacing voice of Cthulhu was quickly drowned out by the sound of the city’s nightlife as soon as he stepped outside, refreshing Amir slightly. Still weary of Brooke’s previous warnings however, Amir decided not to take his run into the centre of The Sound and the Lower East Side like he had originally planned, instead turning up a side street, towards the looming peak of Mount Nysa that was just noticeable between the rooftops. If there was one place he could run peacefully without fear of looters and muggers, it was the Olympus District. What harm could he come to there?	\| NAME(S): \| Amir Hosseini \| NICKNAME(S): \| \| ALIAS(ES): \| Tendril \| D.O.B.: \| 03/15/1993 \| AGE: \| 23 \| SEX: \| Male \| SEXUALITY: \| Homosexual \| APPEARANCE: \| Standing at 6”1, Amir has a lean yet muscular figure. Atop his head is a mass of curled charcoal hair, usually propped up with varying amounts of wax depending on the situation. His chin is warmed by the rugged stubble of a beard, complimenting his nougat coloured skin nicely. His eyes a beautiful brown. Amir can always be found wearing a pair of black skinny jeans, usually ones styled with ripped knees. He dresses casually, often sporting a simple t-shirt along with an unbuttoned shirt, the sleeves always rolled up to his elbows. \| ABILITIES/SKILLS: \| Due to unfortunate circumstances, Amir has found himself possessed by a piece of the otherworldly spirit of the Dark Lord Cthulhu. Fortunately Amir is able to remain in control of the being within him, allowing him to manipulate the abilities this possession has magically imbued him with. This mostly comes in the form of being able to generate tentacle-like appendages from his body. Dark purple in colour, Amir is able to control their movement and growth, using them as additional limbs or simply as weapons. What’s more is that with deep concentration, Amir is able to enforce a state of madness to anyone his tentacles are touching, causing them to hallucinate their deepest fears and worries. As said before, this can only be done through deep concentration, with the action also causing Amir to tire out after performing this ability. As such, the first time Amir used this, he found himself unconscious for the next couple of days. In time, Amir has the potential to cause these hallucinations without having to use his tentacles, with a simple glance at an individual being enough to cause them to turn to insanity. Although such an action would take a lot out of Amir, as well as risking his own mind being overridden by Cthulhu. \| BACKSTORY: \| Born in Lebanon, Amir spent the first couple years of his life in the country before his family moved to America, a result of their increasing poverty since the Lebanese Civil War. Here they flourished, despite the racism that came their way, building a good life for themselves in the state of New Hampshire. High school went as well as it could for someone of Amir’s ethnicity, especially after the 9/11 attacks. Such bullying actually made Amir stronger, causing to stand up and fight for the little guy whenever he could. Amir pushed himself forward, coming to turns with his sexuality, as well as gaining good grades, to the delight of his parents. When it came to picking a college and looking towards the future, Amir set his eyes on Larissa. He had heard much about the city, having grown a small childhood obsession with the Mavericks several years prior, as well as having spent several weekends there with his friends and a fake ID. After getting a decent score in the SATs, he soon found himself enrolled within Grimm University of Nature and Sciences. He spent a lot of his nights out clubbing, his fake ID becoming a good friend of his, the Milk District his new home away from home. It was during this time that Amir found himself working part time as a bartender at a local bar; Lilith, not to be confused with the city’s neighbouring district of the same name. It was here that Amir met Oli. The two fell for each other fast and before long Oli had even moved into his dorm room. However despite his newfound happiness, Amir felt like something was wrong. Oli kept making excuses. Backing out of dates because “something came up”. The pure thought that he might have had another man caused a great amount of stress to Amir, who as a result became slightly distant too. Finally Amir had had enough. After another one of Oli’s unbelievable excuses and exits, Amir followed him. Too his confusion he found himself at an old abandoned church located within the Lower East Side. The sight inside confused him even more. Hooded figures, candles and ominous music, the place screamed danger. The fact that they were reading from an old tome, as well as the creepy looking banners they had up, led Amir to the conclusion that they were part of some kind of crazy cult. He watched from the window as Oli was seemingly brought up to the front of the group, where a cultist holding a knife was stood next to some kind of makeshift altar. Believing that they were meaning to sacrifice Oli, Amir burst into the room in an attempt at helping his boyfriend. Unfortunately he was too late to stop the sacrifice, with the cultist stabbing Oli through the heart. Amir had no idea what happened next, his mind filling with disastrous and painful images. He felt an immense pain all over his body. He came to his senses a few minutes later, screaming. He wasn’t the only one though. Around him, the cultists whimpered and whined in agony. Some were on the floor in tears, others tearing at their face with their hands. That wasn’t the strangest thing though. Amir found that it was somehow him that was doing this, with a series of dark purple tentacles having emerged from his body, wrapping themselves around them all. In time Amir would learn to discover what had happened to his body. The explanation came through his nightmares. Through the dark voices in his head. It was a demonic cosmic entity. The Dark Lord; Cthulhu. He spoke to Amir. Tried to manipulate the student. Part of him had bonded to Amir, possessing him to an extent. It had been that damned ritual. Luckily however the human side of Amir had taken control, blocking out Cthulhu’s control of his body. Knowing that Cthulhu was now fighting for control within him, Amir decided that he had to do something to stop him from succumbing to the darkness. He had to do something good. \| MOTIVATION/OBJECTIVE: \| Amir's primary motive is essentially to fight back against the piece of Chuthulu within him, not wishing to succumb to the darkness that the being typically brings to its hosts. As such, he strives to help people and to do the right thing, which incidentally is the exact thing that got him into this situation in the first place. \| SUPPORTING CAST: \| Cthulhu: The Dark Lord himself, part of his Royal Tentacleness resides within Amir, fighting to take control. He often speaks to Amir through his dreams or just as a voice in his head, trying to convince him to embrace his abilities and the madness that they would bring. Brooke Felstead: Amir’s roommate, the two are great friends, regularly going out clubbing together. While she is unaware of Cthulhu, she has noticed a darkness growing with Amir. Isam and Bahira Housseini: Amir’s parents. While not strictly the biggest fans of Amir’s lifestyle due to their religious background, love their son dearly. They regularly phone in order to catch up with him, although are fully unaware of what had happened to him. \| REFERENCE POST(S): \| The New Frontier: Introducing Ant-Man All-Star Marvel: Iceman does something amazing All-Star Marvel: Boomerang fights some people \| NOTES: \| This is a Character Driven RP, and as such you are encouraged and expected to take charge of your character's sub-plots and storylines. This is a favourite rule of mine, and that said, there will be a heavy emphasis on collaborative activities and team building as well. The GMs will be leading the RP in the traditional sense with a driving plot and will ensure the RP keeps moving however we do want to see you develop your characters and produce your own plots. However we don't want to see you lock your character out of interaction and focus solely on your character and their 'world'. No one enjoys watching you play with yourself, it's always better to let someone else join in on the fun.
1,212	23	4	1,655	862	ANDREW LARISSA \| Grimm University Main Campus May 2016 - Two Days After The Explosion “Opa! Hey, hi, d’you hear? Yeah, no, it’s a little crazy. I’m fine though, and Janelle. She’s waiting for the phone, yeah. Few other people, too.” He glanced over his shoulder briefly, wondering if his grandpa could hear the understatement in his voice. It was like a hyped up video game or book release was going on the way that line snaked out the door. The feeling of eyes on his back was making his shoulders squirm and he figured he probably looked like he had to pee given how much he was fidgeting. But it was good to hear the old man’s voice. “But hey, you’re alright? New Alexandria and that, the ferry wasn’t running, was it? Oh jeez, yeah, that’s good. Great. No, can’t get the news, power’s kaput, why I didn’t phone sooner. Mum and Dad’re-? Good, good to know, hey, hi, yeah. I can’t talk long, not my phone, just checking in. Make sure you’re doing good…” Andrew let his words trail off, sure they’d get the point. He hadn’t been certain about the extent of the power outage, so they might not have been alright, a thought he wasn’t used to dealing with. What he was used to, was reassuring them about his health. He knew the routine that kept them from worrying. Well, from worrying too much. Make sure they could hear him say the words. Give them a smile if they could see him, and be honest about the little things they could help with. Be honest about the big things too, of course, but not over the phone when there was nothing they could do, just with his doctor for now. Only got the one phone call though and he’d had to choose between their worry and making an appointment. Things were probably backed up with emergencies anyway, he’d hold out fine. So, he didn’t mention the way his heart had jumped with the explosion. He just smiled into the phone and smirked at his dad’s jokes for another minute or so before he figured things were good on their end. It was relief enough to know they hadn’t had nearly as much trouble. Though there’d been some near misses on the bridge, apparently, but not with them. Frightening, but mixed emotions, mostly, he was just grateful. “Ha, no? Really? That’s a good one, yeah. I’ll tell her. Got t-Oh, what else d’you think? Barbecue chicken, duh, use up as much as we can with the fridge out. Sure, yep, I’ll call again as soon as I can. Have to get my phone back to working. You too. Take care. Love you. Allright, bye.” He hung up. Instantly regretted it. It was just one of those automatic movements that was far too easy to manage. They’d sounded fine though. Happy to hear from him, but otherwise no complaints or concerns to be dealt with. Unless they were pulling the same stunt he was, since he’d obviously had to learn it somewhere. Shaking his head at himself, Andrew let his hand drop and gave Janelle two thumbs up as he turned around. She grinned and slipped past him. Already dialing. “Meet you there, Cherry.” Yeah… He moved off to their usual spring lunch spot, making use of the cloudy day to snag a usually already spoken for picnic table (though it might have been the recent happenings that left it empty) and wait there for Janelle to join him. A sandwich and an apple, saving the rest for snacks, and plenty of time to watch and listen in on other people’s conversations. Most of it was the same. Classes cancelled or continued (and students happy or sad about either), someone mentioned being in a bus crash which must’ve been terrifying at the time, and everyone had theories or questions or an opinion to add about the whole situation. Plenty had stories (or complaints) about how they’d spent their powerless night, and he was fully prepared to join them when Janelle sat herself down across from him. “So, apparently they’ve figured out what it was. Dad says,” And if that wasn't enough warning, then she obviously didn’t know his dad. “aliens are invading.”	\| NAME: \| Andrew Blythe Williams \| NICKNAME(S): \| Annie, Andy, Drooly, Cherry \| ALIAS: \| Someone else make something up. \| D.O.B.: \| 10/05/1992 \| AGE: \| 23 \| SEX: \| Male \| SEXUALITY: \| Heterosexual \| APPEARANCE: \| At 5’7” and over 180lbs, Andrew is a heavy man in a round rather than intimidating way. With a bit of a paunch, no obvious muscle and a penchant for smiling, he’s about as unthreatening as they come, and he likes it that way. His hair is brown, straight and longer on top than on the sides. It tends towards flyaway fashion due to its thinner wispiness as well as his habit of running his hand through it absentmindedly. He has small brown eyes that, more often than not, are complemented by dark circles beneath them. They are close set under straight, thin eyebrows, with a button of a nose and thin lips. He also has a bit of dark scruff on his cheeks and chin that he keeps short. He is of the opinion it makes him look older. He has no distinguishing birthmarks, only a few small scars on his hands and arms from work or stupid accidents and a raised, angry looking scar about three inches long, running vertically from just under his left collarbone. It leaves him with slight difficulty raising his left arm above his shoulder, but he doesn’t do that very often anyway. Another, older scar runs down the middle of his chest to just past his sternum as a thin, puckered line. His voice is light, with an easy speaking rhythm, though it drops to a lower register when he’s speaking thoughtfully. His clothing choices usually consist of jeans and plain coloured shirts, sometimes vests, with comfortable shoes. Nothing fancy. He wears a medical alert bracelet on his right wrist. \| ABILITIES/SKILLS: \| Density Manipulation. Andrew is able to alter the density of his body and other objects to great extremes. He can lower his density or raise it. With enough practice, he will be capable of stopping the alteration at any point between the two extremes he is capable of, and so, limit the effects it has on his body as well as using the partial changes to different advantage. He is far more familiar with shifting to a lighter density, though he still hasn’t explored all it has to offer, but he has figured out that he can move through objects that are usually considered solid, such as walls, and let moving objects pass through him. He becomes lighter, making it easier to move him or for him to move himself, and he’s used this to move heavier things than he sometimes should, provided they’re small enough to affect the whole of them. He can walk on water and even air, though it’s not easy to move without something a little more solid to push against. He can also cool himself or something else down by lowering the density, and can withstand higher temperatures while his density is lower, but, so far, nothing that isn’t already humanly possible. On the opposite end of the spectrum, while he has yet to realize that he can and so is completely unfamiliar with raising his density, it should have similar, though opposing effects on his physiology. Having a higher density would make it harder to inflict damage to his body or whatever he’s raised the density of. He’d also be harder to move, and far heavier in general(12 tons top weight, currently about 4 tons). At his highest peak, he could stop bullets and speeding cars, but he’d definitely be bruised afterwards. Explosions and heavier weapons would do less damage than usual, but he’d certainly feel it, and extremely small projectiles, like, grain of sand size, might penetrate his skin or pierce his eyes and do almost the same damage they would were he at normal density. Swimming would be impossible and fragile structures could break under him. He’d be stronger though, capable of dragging semis and lifting smaller cars. Though I doubt he’d ever throw them, both for insurance reasons and because he’d need both arms over his head and that hurts. He wouldn’t be able to heat himself up the same as he can cool down, as the latter is due to air movement, but he could gain a little extra heat from densely packed molecules, and would certainly lose heat much slower. Through skin on thing contact, he can affect inanimate objects, and might develop the ability to affect other people, animals and plants, or at the least he’ll keep trying just to see if he can. Separate, small objects are easily isolated and altered, and he has to think about it as little as he thinks about changing his own density. He can change the density of part of a large object, like a wall or the floor or a car door, but it is much harder, and the default shape he manages each time is a circle, unless there’s already a line for his eye to follow, like an archway. With time, he might be able to change that. The amount he can alter is still limited to matching his mass. And provided he hasn’t gone over this limit, he can alter more than one substance at a time just as long as it is in contact with what he’s in contact with. Knows he can -phase through things -walk on water -cool himself off -lighten/phase smaller things He can’t change the density of particular body parts, though he can control the size of the area for other things, with his body it’s all or nothing, and with smaller things, it’s usually all or nothing as well, just by default. With practice and concentration, he might eventually be able to alter only a portion of the object. He has to be touching the thing he wants to affect or the alteration will go back to normal on its own. Usually within 30-60 seconds. So far, he has only been able to affect objects up to his own mass or down to a large pebble. With enough time to stretch his power muscles, the limit might go up by a fair bit, but it won’t go down by much. While he can walk on both water and air, it’s rather like moving on very loose sand. Difficult to do at speed. While he has the potential to maintain the density alterations indefinitely, or at least, for as long as he’s ever bothered to without it turning off on him, neither his heart nor his pacemaker appreciate the changes to their molecular structure. At lower densities, his heart rate speeds up due to the lowered blood pressure and at higher densities it slows down. Both leave him feeling lightheaded and might provoke fainting spells, though the former includes chest pains and the latter puts him at risk of his pacemaker shocking his heart out of sync, which at best means a few seconds of palpitations and at worst an artificially created cardiac arrest that won’t stop until he goes back to normal density and finds a magnet to switch it off and back on or collapses. Depending on his activity levels and amount of density alteration, 5 minutes might be his limit on the short end, though he has managed to walk for half an hour at his lightest before he started to suffer consequences. (This limit only applies to his own body, he can keep a thing’s density altered as long as he wants. And until he gets his pacemaker fixed, he's not at risk of the malfunctioning bit.) Because he needs air to stay alive and there is an unsurprisingly limited amount within most solid objects, he can't stay phased inside them for long unless they are also at a much lighter density to allow airflow. He can only keep up the alteration while conscious. When he changes part of a thing’s density rather than a whole, there can be consequences. Such as raising the density of a car door causing it to become too heavy for the hinges holding it in place. Or making a part of the ceiling lighter might mean the things he didn’t realize were hanging from it fall down. Usually, unless it’s a small wall, the integrity wouldn’t be compromised, but it’s a good idea not to prolong the alteration. Also, there’s no visible change in the object’s appearance except that it might not move in the wind or stop water from moving through it. He has limited, if any, protection against psionic, energy, or electrical(even less) attacks. He can quote all of the Lion King, most of Lilo & Stitch, and still cries when Bambi’s mother dies. He also knows the lyrics to most of the better known Disney songs. He has no idea how this happened, and it has nothing to do with the number of times he’s watched their movies. Nope, nothing. He is a bundle of useless trivia, from bug facts to flower meanings, from historical significance to the average number of people that can fit in an elevator or what the Guinness world record is for how long a chicken lived without its head. He can drive. He knows CPR, first aid, and emergency response protocol. He has taken several self-defense courses, because you never know (and his grandma insisted). He’s probably forgotten more than half of them though. Balloon animals. Fluent in English, yep. Also knows rudimentary Spanish and German. He will try to make whatever food you ask of him, provided you can give him the recipe. It still might not taste great, but he's handy enough in a kitchen. \| BACKSTORY: \| Born in New Alexandria, Andrew didn’t stay there long as his parents very quickly decided to move closer to the bigger hospital on the mainland when his birth came with the major complication of hypoplastic left heart syndrome and the commute between there and home cost too much time and energy, not to mention money they didn’t have. He was in and out of that hospital more times than his parents cared to count over the next several years, occasionally due to false alarms, and his heart acting up, and sometimes from the more usual troubles children can get themselves into. But he was otherwise a happy enough child, eager to make friends and see his grandparents and ride the ferry to get to them. He was just lucky his grandparents had the money set aside for travel to be able to offer some financial help and forego their planned years of vacationing. Although things had started to settle down a little when he was six, he was waiting for a new heart for two years during which his health gradually diminished again. Thankfully, the worst moment that year, was also instrumental in bumping him up the wait list. He went into full cardiac arrest when he was 8 years old, and though they managed to shock his heart into resetting itself, continuing to live was not the only ‘gift’ he thinks that shock gave him. He’s not entirely sure, but he figures something about the electrical impulses combined with the emotional rush must have sparked awake some dormant genes in his cells a few years before puberty might have flipped the switch naturally. Or it triggered something that would have remained quiescent his whole life. Either way, after that day, he had a few accidents that involved falling through things he shouldn’t have fallen through. Like walls and floors… It took him some time, witnesses, and several colourful bruises to realize he wasn’t hallucinating. During this time, he also had a brief fling with his neighbor, who was a nice girl and a good friend, after a talk about boyfriends and girlfriends turned into him admitting that he wasn’t sure he’d get that far. So, she invited him to be her boyfriend, her ‘ghost’ boyfriend after she saw him fall through the counter he was leaning on, which mostly amounted to proudly holding hands when they were together and doing most of the same things as they always had. With an extra side of her encouraging him to figure out the whole falling through things… thing. They talked about lots of things that fall, from her collection of beetles to the sorts of things he’d do once he had his power under control. From their different teachers and the notes he’d missed while dozing off to what they wanted to be when they grew up. She wanted to be an astronaut for a brief stint; he wanted to be a doctor, or a clown. The boyfriend thing lasted about two months before they sort of mutually forgot it and then his family moved again, to a more affordable place in East Beach when the project started up. He didn’t forget her though, or the plans he’d had to be a superhero. But it never amounted to much of anything. Never in the right place at the right time, and he didn’t know anything about saving people. The fact that too much stress on his heart made it act up worse than usual didn’t help. Gradually, the ideals slipped to the side and the power was just this thing he couldn’t do that well anyway. When he finally got his new heart, things were looking up, he was feeling good and there was only one fright when his body tried to reject it. But that cleared up and he avoided all the other risks through chance and a very faithful following of the care plan his doctor put together. So, he focused on school, and friends, and asking the neighbours if they wanted him to mow their lawn or walk their dog for a dollar or three until he was old enough to work. He liked visiting New Alexandria and his maternal grandparents, occasionally managing to convince his grandfather to take him out in his boat (it really wasn’t that hard). He spent plenty of time, too, in figuring out how the whole slipping through walls worked, and what else he could do with it. He showed his grandma, because she always seemed to have the answer to everything, and his parents were fully aware that he was up to something and being sneaky. Ellen probably told them, because they did sit him down to talk to him about behaving responsibly a few days after he’d told her, but they never asked explicitly. Unfortunately, in practicing and being unsure of what he was doing, Andrew wasn’t always balanced in shifting the density of his body, and it had a detrimental effect on the healing nerves around his heart. Eventually, they settled into a far slower heartbeat than was healthy, resulting in regular fainting spells that had his doctor reluctantly suggesting a pacemaker to regulate it. He didn’t enjoy the process, or the feeling of something else making his heart beat, but he got used to it eventually, and now it’s second nature to go through his daily routine with it and to talk about it if he has to. Because although he doesn’t do a lot of travelling, he has occasionally set off a store’s security. He is definitely relieved to be free of the fainting spells though, and has learned to be even more careful with his power than he was, but is far less limited than before. He’s gone through the rest of growing up pretty normally, managing to keep in touch with Janelle, the girl he’d ‘dated,’ and meeting up with her as often as they could manage. He did have one girlfriend in highschool too, though that barely lasted a full school year before she broke up with him at the start of summer. It hurt, but thinking back on it now, he’s not sure how they even lasted that long, given their extremely different approaches to practically everything. He got a job as a grocery store clerk where he used his power to shelve heavy things until he graduated. Then he followed Janelle to the university campus since he liked spending time with her and wanted a change of scenery anyway. They rent an apartment together in the Sound while his parents have moved back to New Alexandria to live with his grandfather. He took a semester of classes with an undeclared major, but found his attention constantly drifting no matter what class he was taking and decided not to use up his money until he could figure out what he wanted to take and stick with it. He has stayed on as groundskeeper though, and is saving up what he can while he works out what he wants to do with his life. The explosion’s left him with a faulty pacemaker and, although he doesn’t realize it yet, the other side of his power’s spectrum. He’s more concerned about his friends and family being okay than he is about himself though. \| MOTIVATION/OBJECTIVE: \| Andrew’s daily goals include making the most of the opportunities he’s given, having fun, and brightening at least one stranger’s day. He doesn’t have the means to make it big or hugely generous, but if he can do something for someone else, he’s going to try; handing over small change or giving a bit of his time or just offering an encouraging compliment are easy to do and a good habit to have, he figures. His motivation comes from wanting to do something with his life to give back to a community that helped his family through hard times. He just hasn’t managed to figure out quite what he’s capable of or what he wants to do. Maybe it’s the lingering childhood disappointment that superhero isn’t a viable career move, but part of him isn’t sure anything he thinks of would be enough. \| SUPPORTING CAST: \| Bailey & Harrison Williams – Mother and Father Andrew is close to both of his parents, often getting into emoji wars with his mother and watergun fights with his dad. He tries to get out to see them at least once a month, and usually manages more. He is greatly appreciative of everything they’ve done for him and the support they still offer, whether it be through tough love or just telling him to take a chance because he only lives once. They’ve been together since their own high school days and although they aren’t always obvious about their love, Andrew’s rarely seen them fight and swears they can read each other’s minds. Bailey is an aspiring writer who leads tours and assists researchers depending on the season, and Harrison works as an archivist at the New Alexandria campus. Dietrich Best – Grandfather Rough around the edges and still bitching about the bridge that ruined the ferry business, even though there’s still some tourists that want to ride on them, Dietrich isn’t the most forthrightly kind person you’ll ever meet. But he has a gruff voice and an easier temper than his sharp tone implies and a great deal of love in his heart, for all he finds it hard to show. He and Andrew are often co-conspirators when it comes to getting into mischief. His spirit’s dwindled since his wife died, burning a little more fitfully, and his mind’s starting to wander, but he’s still a force to be reckoned with in his lucid moments. He worked on the Regal ferry from 14 to 65, with a break only for the war. Ellen Best – Grandmother(deceased) She was her grandson’s bestest friend, her daughter’s greatest supporter, the harshest critic of her son-in-law, and the light of her husband’s life. Now that she’s gone, they all feel her absence, and for all it’s been eight years, Andrew still catches himself sometimes thinking that he’s found something she’d love to hear about. Janelle Foss – Best Friend and Roommate Friends since before they can remember, they had an on again, off again method of keeping up with each other during their school years when they were living across the city, but now that they live in the same apartment, they’ve given each other pseudo-sibling status and bicker about the rent while leaving silly little notes around the place for each other in the hopes of winning a smile. She knows about his power and his heart problems and his penchant for singing Disney songs in the shower. He knows about her string of weird boyfriends and very real crush on Gerald Butler and fear of driving. They’ve both agreed that if no one comes along for them by the time they’re 35, she’ll pity marry him and he’ll settle for what he can get. \| REFERENCE POST(S): \| Link One Link Two Link Three \| NOTES: \| Left-handed. Writing looks like this. Is an organ donor. He has a card. Also has a pacemaker ID card so he can flash it around when he sets a security alarm off and people start questioning his morals. Volunteers off and on at the children’s hospital. Collaboration and character driving noted.
1,213	23	5	645	67	May 2016 - The Day After the Explosion As Eric stared down at the beaker, overflowing with roots, hundreds of questions passed through his mind. Why did it take over a day for the cells to differentiate? Why did they only differentiate into roots? As he pondered what happened, he reached down and picked up the beaker to feel the root mass. It felt like any root would feel, smooth with small root hairs branching off. More questions came to him. What would happen if I start the cells in soil? Why are the roots growing?... Eric suddenly realized that while he was touching the roots, they were growing longer. And fast. He took his hand away, startled by the roots' reaction to his touch. With this, they stopped growing. He quickly set the beaker back down under the hood and backed away. Turning on his heel, he ran to the only place that he thought could help him solve this conundrum. The library. Eric rushed to the section filled with graduate student theses, knowing he had exhausted all of the textbooks on the subject. Balancing a pile of hardbound theses, he hurried to one of the quiet study rooms. Sitting down, he realized that his knuckles were white from gripping the books so tightly. As he pulled his hands out from under the pile, he felt a sensation he had never felt before in the palms of his hands. Probably something sticky on the bottom... As he spread the books out, Eric felt that something was holding the covers of the bottom four books together. With some effort, he pulled the first apart from the others. Roots...There were roots growing straight through all four bottom books. For a split second, the thought passed Eric's mind that the roots had come from his hands somehow, but he knew that that was foolish. Quickly, he dashed back to the shelf where he had picked up the theses. No roots... Slowly, Eric walked back to the quiet study, trying to figure out a reasonable explanation for all of this. When he sat back down at the cubicle desk, he pressed his palms against the desk and took a deep breath with his eyes closed, trying to calm himself down in order to think straight. When he slid his hands off the desk, the same sensation covered his palms. He opened his eyes, and to his bewilderment, found that where his hands were a second ago, two root networks now wound their way into the wood of the desk. Quickly checking that no one was looking, he ripped the roots out and threw them in the garbage and jogged back to his dorm. Something happened to me. I'm obviously not going to be able to explain this via science. I need to figure out what this is on my own. Eric pushed the door open to his dorm. In order to keep himself calm, he decided to run a few experiments. He could at least pretend this was science. So, he knew that the roots were coming out of him, but he didn't know if he could control it. He pulled the sheets off his mattress and put his hands against it. After holding them there for a few seconds, he pulled them off. Okay, so it's not just every time I touch anything... He put his hands back on the mattress and "pushed". Eric felt something this time, but it startled him so he pulled his hands away. When he pulled his hands off, there was the same sensation, it felt like somebody lightly pinching at your palms. And there they were, the same as the roots he pulled out of the desk, now growing into his bed. Okay, so... I think I have superpowers.	Rhizome \| NAME(S): \| Eric Rockwell \| NICKNAME(S): \| None \| ALIAS(ES): \| Rhizome \| D.O.B.: \| July 10th 1993 \| AGE: \| 22 \| SEX: \| Male \| SEXUALITY: \| Hetero \| APPEARANCE: \| Without his mother to keep him stuffed with three meals a day, Eric lost a substantial amount of weight when he went to college. "You look like a ghost!" she said when he came home for winter break during his freshman year. Now, towards the end of his education, he has evened out a bit, gaining some of the weight back. At his height, most would still describe him as gaunt at 6'2" and 135 pounds. His bright green eyes are the most striking thing about his appearance, and other than that he's relatively plain. Long wavy dark hair is usually pushed behind his ears or pulled into a ponytail. His angular face is always covered in overgrown scruff. As far as a fashion sense goes, he's unaware that one of those is necessary. His usual outfit is an ill-fitting t-shirt and worn pair of corduroy pants. \| ABILITIES/SKILLS: \| Root manipulation Eric has the ability to create roots and rhizome networks that he can control willfully. Theoretically, he can will the roots into any shape or thickness he wants. As of now, these powers are fairly limited. This requires him to be physically touching the substrate that he is creating the roots through. This means that he must be barefoot or have his hands on the ground to create roots that grow through the ground. The roots grow very quickly, but once he is severed from the root, he can no longer control it. On the other hand, he can manipulate previously occurring roots and root systems to create larger root webs more quickly as well. Skills Above all else, Eric is exceedingly intelligent when it comes to sciences and maths. He is one of the fastest learners that any of his professors have met, so much so that all of them have asked him to be a TA (teaching assistant) for at least on of their classes. He is a quick read, and can pick up a textbook on astrophysics and be done reading by the end of the next day, having retained a great deal of the material (about 94%, he estimates). He can cook well if he has the materials; his dad taught him some basic skills, since he is a chef at a nursing home (the chemistry of cooking intrigued Eric when he was growing up as well). As far as physical abilities go, Eric is slim but well-toned. His father convinced him to do track in high school, so he has decent stamina when running, and a high lung capacity. \| BACKSTORY: \| Born an only child to an average mother and father in the suburbs of a city in western New York, Eric Rockwell was a nobody all his life. Not an outcast, people didn't dislike him, just a nobody. As he drifted through his youth with no close friends, naturally he fell into hobbies like comic books and video games. He was never unhappy, always content to spend his time alone. Being alone gave him more time to think about things, which he liked. He liked to ponder difficult questions, whether it was in philosophy, math, or anything else. He was even working on one of the Millennium problems, but he didn't get very far as he wasn't classically trained in the field of math that the question dealt in. School came as second nature to him and he enjoyed learning, so his GPA never wavered from a 4.0. When it came time to decide what route to take for a college education, he decided he wanted to go into a challenging field. Eric's father Chuck worked in a nursing home and hadn't taken the more complicated subjects in school seriously. "Well it sounds very interesting buddy," he had mumbled over the morning paper when Eric told him that he wanted to be a biotech major. His mother Martha was more enthusiastic. Eric had always been intrigued by the stories that his father used to tell him about the Mavericks, and still couldn't believe that they had been so close to where he lived in the northeast. There had just been a new campus added to the Grimm University of Nature and Science, and they had a state of the art biotech lab as well as a great program with some pioneers in the field teaching classes. He thought it might just be exciting to be near to the place that the Mavericks had actually called home. Maybe they would even come back one day and he'd get to see them in action. Eric's parents weren't thrilled about his choice; they had been following the steady rise in crime in Larissa and found it terribly sad. Eric assured them that he'd be well out of danger in New Alexandria, and added that a full ride to a university like this was not to be passed up. The fields of science that Eric studied during his undergraduate years excited him to no end. He let his work envelop him, and he pored over books of all kinds in the school library. There were nights that Eric would read a book on a topic that he had discovered that day, and fall asleep with his face in the pages, only to be woken by students arriving early in the morning. He went to his professors' office hours to talk to them about recent events in contemporary science. He had developed an insatiable thirst for knowledge. Naturally, his grades never wavered, but his health faltered slightly. He forgot to eat sometimes, and realized that that was unhealthy, but quickly got caught up in the next molecular biology research paper and forgot again. On his first visit home, Eric was noticeably skinnier, and his parents had a talk with him. His mother started calling each week and checking on him, which didn't bother Eric. Plus he ended up discovering a café that he had never noticed on campus before that had great buffalo chicken wraps. In the spring of junior year, Eric landed a position working in the tissue culture lab with his genetics professor, Guy Dupont. Most of the work was menial, but he found experimental biology interesting, and his professor moved him to a more assistant-like position fairly quickly. Eric worked in the lab, helping his professor on his research, and surprisingly landed some grant money to do his own research in his senior year. "Start small, but be creative. And do not overshoot your objective, that is a common mistake of young researchers like you," Guy told him in his uneven french accent. Eric was sure his professor was right, but wanted to do something amazing. He decided to hold off until his graduate research for that though. Having a paper already pending publication and a GPA of 4.0, Eric was obviously accepted into the graduate program at Grimm. He continued working in the tissue culture lab with Guy, but wanted to take a more experimental route with his thesis research. He had been reading about cancer treatment research when the idea began to take form. Guy had talked in his sophomore Genetics I class about GMOs and the struggle with the worldwide hunger crisis. If he could create a totipotent plant cell that would grow uncontrollably, it was possible that he could make a significant dent in worldwide hunger... The idea that Eric would be helping people with his research motivated him greatly. Over the course of the next year, he spent all of his time labs around campus. He sequenced numerous genomes, ran PCRs to try to find a gene that he could use, but ended up piecing a gene together by hand. He spliced the gene into his totipotent corn embryo cell, and placed it in the gel he synthesized that held all the necessary nutrients for the plant. Reluctantly, he went back to his dorm, knowing that it would do his nerves well to get some rest. Rest hadn't done much for his nerves. The next day, Eric woke early and nearly ran to the lab, viciously gnawing at his cuticles all the way. Twenty-four hours should have been enough to see noticeable growth if it worked correctly. When he got to the lab, Eric rushed to the sterile hood he had placed the sample under, and noticed something not necessarily plant-looking in the gel. He grabbed the petri dish without thinking, his index finger finding the almost gelatinous looking green substance had run over the side of the dish. As Eric felt the sting of the goo running over his open cuticles, he realized he hadn't put gloves on. He rinsed his fingers off and stretched a pair of clear latex gloves over his hand before taking a swab of the goo and putting it under a high-powered electron microscope. It was just cells. Just a mass of identical totipotent corn embryo cells. The cells hadn't differentiated the way he wanted, but this was a start. To get this much growth in one night was astounding. He wanted to continue his work in the lab, but realized he had an exam later that day, so he replaced the sample under the hood in a larger beaker. After the exam, Eric retired to his dorm, content to let the cells grow another night before starting the next phase of experiments and problem solving. The next morning, Eric woke to a power outage. Worried that something may have happened to his sample, he hastened to the lab yet again. When he checked under the hood, his sample was still there, but it had changed. The mass of green cell goo was replaced with a tangled web of roots... \| MOTIVATION/OBJECTIVE: \| Above all, Eric yearns to learn all that there is to know. On top of that, he wants to use his knowledge to help people (and deep down, he wants the recognition that comes with it). For right now, Eric wants to help solve world hunger with his research. He sees this as just the first conquest in his scientific career with many more to come. \| SUPPORTING CAST: \| Parents: Martha and Chuck Rockwell Genetics Professor and Mentor: Guy Dupont \| REFERENCE POST(S): \| \| NOTES: \| This is a Character Driven RP, and as such you are encouraged and expected to take charge of your character's sub-plots and storylines. This is a favourite rule of mine, and that said, there will be a heavy emphasis on collaborative activities and team building as well. The GMs will be leading the RP in the traditional sense with a driving plot and will ensure the RP keeps moving however we do want to see you develop your characters and produce your own plots. However we don't want to see you lock your character out of interaction and focus solely on your character and their 'world'. No one enjoys watching you play with yourself, it's always better to let someone else join in on the fun.
1,214	23	6	2,300	468	Miles Bergeron Olympus District One night after the explosion Lesson One of being a Hero On the Rise? Stay in your lane. David may have been able to take on Goliath, but that had to be ordained by God himself, and most upstart vigilantes don’t have that kind of access, time or dedication. At least one ass whooping or pride bruiser is inevitable, it’s pretty much in the “Hero” job description. However, why take a waterboarding when you can just take a couple gut punches? Chances are, if your vigilante get-up doesn’t have a crotch sweat stain by the time you take on your first terrorist cell, it’s probably too soon. There is no shame in the vigilante who starts out tackling purse snatchers and enemies without military grade weapons, as mundane as it might sound. Miles Bergeron tried to keep this in mind as he shook his jitters out, atop the SafeKnight International Bank building. A lone figure among the city lights that reached him. ‘Man. 10 stories seems like a lot more distance when you’re standing on top.’ He ideally had hopes of at least reaching 17, if only to waltz into a rated R movie unattended. Of course, preparing to jump from a building and quite literally hurl himself into danger might be counterproductive to that, but hey, “Some things, you just gotta do.” His own voice startled him, he’d been uncharacteristically quiet for so long. On top of one of the corporate bank buildings in the Olympus district, the wind was all he needed to hear. It was the highest he had ever been up with his powers. Up there, looking at the twinkling inter-network of a city flickering so dimly, he could almost convince himself that he could actually make a difference in the city. If he would just jump. Jump into the fray of the fight with Fitz around him, just maybe. Maybe he could do it. But, he couldn’t seem to take the plunge. He sighed as his phone rang. He dreaded his mother’s voice. Her coming home early from work and finding him gone. It was bound to happen. He looked down beside him, only to remember that his phone was off, and stashed in his Hideaway spot. “Then who…?” He turned to another figure outlined in darkness, on the opposite side of the roof of the building. The screen briefly illuminated a man’s face before it quickly plummeted into the darkness. Miles reacted with a start before catching himself. It seemed like the man had let go of the phone intentionally. A few seconds more of observation showed the man bouncing on his heels, shaking himself. Standing one foot and leaning forward! It dawned on Miles, what this was and his stomach sank. Miles was an attentive kid, even if he was still rather hard headed. His mom often taught him little tips and tricks to survive in the world from the perspective of a nurse. Proudly CPR certified, 1st responder and all those other fun civilian titles to help a human in trouble, she’d even taken the time to describe those who might be suicidal. It was going to be one of those nights for him. Miles had to get the man’s attention. A hero would never stand idly by. No good person would. But shouting might startle him as would trying demand his attention. Miles decided to draw his attention instead. He focused on the source of his magic, the twist in the pit of his stomach. It spread to his chest and from his mind flowed the thought of this power. A soft aura began to emanate from him. The man began to notice and turned to him. “Who are you?” “You know it’s cold up here tonight, and you don’t even have a jacket. I’m not even that reckless, man,” Miles responded, thankful that he still had his hood up and his cowl on. The man fully turned to him now, his interest momentarily piqued. “Are you…? You’re just a kid? What are you doing up here?” he demanded. Miles shrugged, “I was actually about to ask you the same thing.” This faltered the man and he was silent for a moment. “I...it’s easier when you’re young. Even as bad as it is now, it’s still easier when you are young.” Miles’ heart was seemed to trying to force itself through his chest cavity from anxiety and nerves, but he leveled his tone, standing slowly. “You’d be surprised where a kid like me can be, because of how bad it is now. How did you do it?” ’Appeal to him. Calm him down. Talk him down. Calm him down. Talk him down. Calm him down. Talk him down.’ The man looked over the ledge again Miles used that break in contact to quicken his pace. “I don’t think I can...it’s not worth it anymore,” the man finally spoke. Miles was upon him at this point. Now that the man could see him, he gave a mix between a scoff and a chuckle. “A ‘vigilante’ eh?” For a moment, the man seemed to calm. And Miles believed he could really talk him down. Though he would come to realize one night that “Stay in your lane” also means “Use your goddamn common sense...dumbass” (roughly translated of course), tonight was not that night. And sometimes a man has to dig through the fool to find the sage inside. And Miles Bergeron, in his rambunctious glory, stepped out onto the ledge to meet Mr. Ozukai. “Yeah,” Miles said putting his hands on his hips, proudly. “Somebody’s gotta try and make some change around here. Somebody gotta try to be something...like you said, shits getting bad out there.” "Hiro Ozukai,” the man offered, giving a smile. He hesitated for a brief moment, deciding to commit to his role as a Hero in Training. “PsycheOut at your service,” Miles planted his foot down and jutted his chest, a warmth spreading through his body. Mr. Ozukai’s smile, his sudden change in mood. ’Maybe this is what it’s all about,’ he thought with a soft smile as he let himself relax when the shudder ran up the building roof, violently shaking it --and its occupants. There was a gasp and a shared moment between the two males as they locked eyes--the danger realized. Imminent. They teetered over, arms flailed and gravity did what it had always done. “FIIIIIIIIIIIITZ!” The young hero cried out as he plummeted with Mr. Ozukai. Because when a fool falls, he falls fast. And God help the fool who hasn’t dreamed to fly. When you don’t heed Lesson 1, your hero life might be short-lived.	\| NAME(S): \| Miles Alexander Bergeron \| NICKNAME(S): \| Really just Miles, or Milaminute when he’s telling a story. \| ALIAS(ES): \| PsycheOut \| D.O.B.: \| 10/10/2001 \| AGE: \| 15 \| SEX: \| Nope \| SEXUALITY: \| Asexual \| APPEARANCE: \| Now coming to the tail end of his second round of that awkward “teenage development”, Miles is still adjusting to his latest growth spurt (standing at 5’8”). He’s more on the slender side, weighing in at around 120. His hazel eyes are typical filled with mirth and it’s quite easy to make him laugh. Fashion alludes him, even though his older cousin Illani has tried her best to help the poor kid out. He typically sticks to colored tees and fitted pants, ideal attire for getting into after-school shenanigans. \| ABILITIES/SKILLS: \| Magipsychic Energy Manipulation On the night of November 17, 2013 Miles snuck into his Grandfather’s study, searching for things he shouldn’t have been. Magical objects lined the wall but he made a beeline for a simple yet elegant crystal pyramid known as the Crystallis Memora. Upon placing his hands on it, such concentrated magic, Miles reacted to it. His dormant Minerva Hype (Pyschometry and Vague Aura Reading) gene was activated in response, flooding him with his grandfather’s memories. The trauma was such that his own magic was activated in defense, mingling with his hype gene, it threw up a psychic defense: a magic empowered psychic manifestation that shielded him from the expulsion of magic defense that was sent out from the Crystallis Memora. “Sticky Hands” - Primarily, Miles is able to generate psychic extensions of his own hands. His control over the hands allows him to enlarge them about roughly the size of a couch. He can use these hands to grab things, swat enemies and the like. He can only extend the “Sticky Hands” to about 10 feet and he can only produce two of them, stemming from his fists. Though they don’t feel pain, if they were to be severed or cleaved, Miles would feel it. “Dome Time” - By expelling psychic and magic energy at once, Miles is able to quickly “harden” it, creating a barrier to block physical attacks and psychic attacks. It doesn’t do well against most psychic attacks as of now, while Miles still has a way to go. As for the physical attacks, it can withstand multiple rounds of bullets. However, Miles can generally only hold the dome for about 120 seconds. 60 seconds if he widens it accommodate more people. “Fitz” - is the name Miles would come to call his initial manifestation of energy that saved him that night. Since then, Miles has only been able to generate a full Fitz twice, and both situations left him unconscious for a day. Fitz stands at about 6 and a half feet and encompasses Miles. In this form, Fitz is able to expel a limited number of psionic-magic blasts before his form is compromised. He is highly durable and mobile, but Miles is hard-pressed to hold his form for more than 5 minutes. him was a Magipsychic Energy manifestation. The name is mainly his way of describing what he can do in one term. Fitz has shown no external sentience besides Miles’ own. Miles is unconscious while Fitz is in full form and should he be woken, Fitz disappears immediately. He can typically only be woken by mental means as noises don’t affect him. \| BACKSTORY: \| It sucks when you know exactly where you went wrong. That one decision that led to This, and from This you wound up with That. That put you There and without a care you end up Here. November 17th, 2013. ’In front of this damn crystal. Always this crystal. I know this black, this dark. Why am I still afraid?’ Does the knowing make it better? I don’t think it does. ’I just wanted to learn the secrets of magic like the rest of the Bergeron family. My family’. Which is admirable, a man for the family, right? Especially when as a member of this Magni family, you still hadn’t shown any magical inclinations. No knowledge of the denotation of magic. ’It’s her fault. I can’t help thinking it and feeling certain of it. It’s her fault for making me a half-breed. Some human and Homo Magnus combination….. But she tried her best, gave unconditional love to a child ostracized by the rest of the Bergeron family in Louisiana. And a father who had left before the pee on the stick could even turn blue. But even with no husband, being a mother was always at the forefront of her mind. ’Life was awesome, before 10. Always her and me and Cousin Bebe. Any day was a new adventure, and I knew was that our family was supposed to be a special one because we were on of the first free black families. That’s what they always told us. Why couldn’t they have just told us the truth? I could have started to learn earlier maybe. Something that wouldn’t have put me….here…’ But a Bergeron child displays magic 7, on average. 5 if they are gifted and 10 if they’re a late bloomer. And then there are the Others, the Others that never do. Only a few in the history of Bergeron, but their lives are something to be dreaded. ’Dreaded heavily, as I soon came to find out. I just wanted to get away, I didn’t care at first. But the Bergeron family wouldn’t accept another “failure”. How do you excommunicate a child? From a family? And...I could see how much it hurt my mom. I couldn’t do that to her. I never imagined... Oh that imagination. Overactive, always creating a scenario, an imaginary friend. Some that lasted longer than others. The boy with the mind that could go a lightyear a minute, the family always said. They had such high hopes in that imagination, that wonderment. Second only to that uncanny intuition for reading people. Maybe it meant the birth of another prodigy. Then age 5 went by, while 7 slinked over the hill 2 years later and 10 didn’t want rear its head of reality. But I guess not even the greatest can halt the flow of time. ’And that’s when they saw I was one of the Others. The smiles disappeared, uncles stopped clapping me on the back, aunts were hard pressed to invite me to family birthdays and even my cousins looked at me a little sideways. I hated it.’ Endured it for 2 years, until enough had passed enough and was starting to trickle into the realm of violent resentment. ’Because no matter how hard I tried to learn it, magic just wouldn’t come to me. And I got to wonderin’...wonderin’ and plottin’. And that’s when Grandpa Remy-Lou’s Crystallis Memora started tinkling just a bit brighter. None of the other cousin’s knew what it was really for. But I figured it out and he told me years back. Everything that he’s ever learned and experienced, as the current Patriarch of the family. Passed down to the next, and so on. He’d been prepping it for the next heir. There it sat, in the midst of his study, deceived as a forgotten simple decoration. ’It was better that way, he said. That way no one would ever suspect it. And I got curious. Just one touch, was all. Maybe I could learn his trick, see his cheats...but I didn’t expect...I didn’t expect the pain. So many flashes of the hurt. That anger, pain, death...so many people. And then, nothing. But it’s okay to not remember. Sometimes, it’s even better that way. ’Curiosity killed the cat, but what if there was never any satisfaction to bring it back. What happens to it then, my little sly friend. What are you left with?’ You’re left with you and me. \| MOTIVATION/OBJECTIVE: \| Since leaving the Bergeron family, Miles has actually experienced a sense of freedom. He’s an intelligent kid and an innocently presumptuous one at that, he just wants to help and on another level, he wants to prove himself. Become something the Bergeron family never expected. \| SUPPORTING CAST: \| WIP So Far: -Claire Bergeron: Miles’ mother. A magni herself, she sealed her powers in a vow of solitude with her son when their family attempted to Ex-Communicate him. Now that Miles is older, she’s debating telling him this information. -Belina-Brooks “Bebe” Jackson: Miles’ cousin and childhood friend. -Ilani Marie Jackson: Miles’ older cousin. She’s more like an older sister, having lived with him and his mother for a few years. \| REFERENCE POST(S): \| .....my intro to Rise of the Mavericks should probably be weight enough. XoXo \| NOTES: \| I think me and Ray-J could be friend, if we ain’t love the same bitch Yeah he mighta hit it first, only problem is I’m rich (I’m rich).
1,215	23	7	1,645	768	Amir had certainly been right about the Olympus District. Unlike the rest of the city, the place still seemed somewhat peaceful despite everything that was going on. No gangs. No looters. Just an air of peace. It helped that the power was still on here, lighting the streets in a rich golden glow from the streetlights above. The district’s main high-street was no exception and as such, Amir decided to take his jog there. He kept at a steady pace, not wishing to tire himself out too much. In each ear sat a headphone, allowing Amir the pleasure of zoning out all his thoughts into the soothing feeling of the world moving past him and the pleasurable sounds of Beyoncé. It was just what he needed. He could block out the negative thoughts. He could block out him. As he ran, Amir regularly turned to the shop windows on his left, watching the smiling reflection of himself. He didn’t want to seem egotistical, but he had to admit that he looked good. Better than he felt however. That was when the reflections changed however. One second there was Amir, the dark skinned jogger. The next? Well Amir couldn’t even describe it properly. The thought made him slightly hazing. It was disorientating. Nauseating. The reflection was still there, although he seemed warped. The tentacles was probably the most noticeable thing. They floated dreamily behind him, like tendrils of darkness, with the mere sight of them instilling a slight air of fear to Amir. The reflection’s backdrop was different too. Gone was the peaceful Olympus street and its radiating glow. Now there was only fire and suffering. That wasn’t the worst thing though. No, the worst thing were the eyes. Eyes of an incomparable luminosity. Eyes resembling that of two disastrous black holes, swirling as if they might entrap anyone that got too close. Despite all this though, they were still Amir’s eyes looking back at him. Amir tore his eyes away, darting their attention to his feet. Breathing heavily, he realized that he had stopped walking, his legs feeling somewhat stiff as If he hadn’t moved them in several minutes. How long had he been stood there, staring into the shop window? What it him? Had Cthulhu somehow gotten to him? Shaking away the feeling, Amir readjusted his headphones, letting a loud yet relaxing blast of music to pour into him. He took in one final breath before risking a glance back towards his reflection. He let out a sigh of relief however upon being met with nothing more than just his usual self. “I… I must be going crazy” He spoke aloud, his voice barely louder than a whisper. His head fell into his hands. He wanted to cry, yet no tears came. Why was this happening to him? Before he had anytime to overthink that particular question, Amir found himself hurtling forward towards the window slightly, the cause of which being a gust of suddenly appearing wind originating from behind him. Turning, Amir caught sight of it. A blur of light moving up the street away from him. His eyes widened even further as that blur seemed to slow in speed, coming to a halt at the end of the road. As it slowed, Amir saw that it was a man. Extremely confused, he watched as this newcomer gazing around at the shop fronts before him. He seemed to let out a short laugh, something which Amir only barely managed to hear from this distance. He opened his mouth to call out to him, when the man vanished, with the blur rocketing straight into the window of a jewellery store. As the alarm immediately began to sound, wailing into the night, Amir realized that this man, despite his superhuman looking abilities, was in no shape or form one of the classic superheroes he had read about as a child, but it would seem that he was actually a villain. A real life supervillain. The thought made his stomach churn. ”Don’t Amir… Let chaos be…” The voice that suddenly appeared in his head made it even worse. However it made his realize what he had been thinking, and that was that he had to help. He had powers. He could do this. Right? Pulling his hood up over his head, and switching his music to something more upbeat, he charged forwards, a sound of extreme disapproval ringing inside his head.	\| NAME(S): \| Amir Hosseini \| NICKNAME(S): \| \| ALIAS(ES): \| Tendril \| D.O.B.: \| 03/15/1993 \| AGE: \| 23 \| SEX: \| Male \| SEXUALITY: \| Homosexual \| APPEARANCE: \| Standing at 6”1, Amir has a lean yet muscular figure. Atop his head is a mass of curled charcoal hair, usually propped up with varying amounts of wax depending on the situation. His chin is warmed by the rugged stubble of a beard, complimenting his nougat coloured skin nicely. His eyes a beautiful brown. Amir can always be found wearing a pair of black skinny jeans, usually ones styled with ripped knees. He dresses casually, often sporting a simple t-shirt along with an unbuttoned shirt, the sleeves always rolled up to his elbows. \| ABILITIES/SKILLS: \| Due to unfortunate circumstances, Amir has found himself possessed by a piece of the otherworldly spirit of the Dark Lord Cthulhu. Fortunately Amir is able to remain in control of the being within him, allowing him to manipulate the abilities this possession has magically imbued him with. This mostly comes in the form of being able to generate tentacle-like appendages from his body. Dark purple in colour, Amir is able to control their movement and growth, using them as additional limbs or simply as weapons. What’s more is that with deep concentration, Amir is able to enforce a state of madness to anyone his tentacles are touching, causing them to hallucinate their deepest fears and worries. As said before, this can only be done through deep concentration, with the action also causing Amir to tire out after performing this ability. As such, the first time Amir used this, he found himself unconscious for the next couple of days. In time, Amir has the potential to cause these hallucinations without having to use his tentacles, with a simple glance at an individual being enough to cause them to turn to insanity. Although such an action would take a lot out of Amir, as well as risking his own mind being overridden by Cthulhu. \| BACKSTORY: \| Born in Lebanon, Amir spent the first couple years of his life in the country before his family moved to America, a result of their increasing poverty since the Lebanese Civil War. Here they flourished, despite the racism that came their way, building a good life for themselves in the state of New Hampshire. High school went as well as it could for someone of Amir’s ethnicity, especially after the 9/11 attacks. Such bullying actually made Amir stronger, causing to stand up and fight for the little guy whenever he could. Amir pushed himself forward, coming to turns with his sexuality, as well as gaining good grades, to the delight of his parents. When it came to picking a college and looking towards the future, Amir set his eyes on Larissa. He had heard much about the city, having grown a small childhood obsession with the Mavericks several years prior, as well as having spent several weekends there with his friends and a fake ID. After getting a decent score in the SATs, he soon found himself enrolled within Grimm University of Nature and Sciences. He spent a lot of his nights out clubbing, his fake ID becoming a good friend of his, the Milk District his new home away from home. It was during this time that Amir found himself working part time as a bartender at a local bar; Lilith, not to be confused with the city’s neighbouring district of the same name. It was here that Amir met Oli. The two fell for each other fast and before long Oli had even moved into his dorm room. However despite his newfound happiness, Amir felt like something was wrong. Oli kept making excuses. Backing out of dates because “something came up”. The pure thought that he might have had another man caused a great amount of stress to Amir, who as a result became slightly distant too. Finally Amir had had enough. After another one of Oli’s unbelievable excuses and exits, Amir followed him. Too his confusion he found himself at an old abandoned church located within the Lower East Side. The sight inside confused him even more. Hooded figures, candles and ominous music, the place screamed danger. The fact that they were reading from an old tome, as well as the creepy looking banners they had up, led Amir to the conclusion that they were part of some kind of crazy cult. He watched from the window as Oli was seemingly brought up to the front of the group, where a cultist holding a knife was stood next to some kind of makeshift altar. Believing that they were meaning to sacrifice Oli, Amir burst into the room in an attempt at helping his boyfriend. Unfortunately he was too late to stop the sacrifice, with the cultist stabbing Oli through the heart. Amir had no idea what happened next, his mind filling with disastrous and painful images. He felt an immense pain all over his body. He came to his senses a few minutes later, screaming. He wasn’t the only one though. Around him, the cultists whimpered and whined in agony. Some were on the floor in tears, others tearing at their face with their hands. That wasn’t the strangest thing though. Amir found that it was somehow him that was doing this, with a series of dark purple tentacles having emerged from his body, wrapping themselves around them all. In time Amir would learn to discover what had happened to his body. The explanation came through his nightmares. Through the dark voices in his head. It was a demonic cosmic entity. The Dark Lord; Cthulhu. He spoke to Amir. Tried to manipulate the student. Part of him had bonded to Amir, possessing him to an extent. It had been that damned ritual. Luckily however the human side of Amir had taken control, blocking out Cthulhu’s control of his body. Knowing that Cthulhu was now fighting for control within him, Amir decided that he had to do something to stop him from succumbing to the darkness. He had to do something good. \| MOTIVATION/OBJECTIVE: \| Amir's primary motive is essentially to fight back against the piece of Chuthulu within him, not wishing to succumb to the darkness that the being typically brings to its hosts. As such, he strives to help people and to do the right thing, which incidentally is the exact thing that got him into this situation in the first place. \| SUPPORTING CAST: \| Cthulhu: The Dark Lord himself, part of his Royal Tentacleness resides within Amir, fighting to take control. He often speaks to Amir through his dreams or just as a voice in his head, trying to convince him to embrace his abilities and the madness that they would bring. Brooke Felstead: Amir’s roommate, the two are great friends, regularly going out clubbing together. While she is unaware of Cthulhu, she has noticed a darkness growing with Amir. Isam and Bahira Housseini: Amir’s parents. While not strictly the biggest fans of Amir’s lifestyle due to their religious background, love their son dearly. They regularly phone in order to catch up with him, although are fully unaware of what had happened to him. \| REFERENCE POST(S): \| The New Frontier: Introducing Ant-Man All-Star Marvel: Iceman does something amazing All-Star Marvel: Boomerang fights some people \| NOTES: \| This is a Character Driven RP, and as such you are encouraged and expected to take charge of your character's sub-plots and storylines. This is a favourite rule of mine, and that said, there will be a heavy emphasis on collaborative activities and team building as well. The GMs will be leading the RP in the traditional sense with a driving plot and will ensure the RP keeps moving however we do want to see you develop your characters and produce your own plots. However we don't want to see you lock your character out of interaction and focus solely on your character and their 'world'. No one enjoys watching you play with yourself, it's always better to let someone else join in on the fun.
1,216	23	8	1,655	862	ANDREW LARISSA \| The Sound May 2016 - Two Nights After The Explosion “You okay?” “Huh? Oh yeah, just, stairs, ugh. Too many.” She didn’t call him on his complaint, though he’d been walking up the stairs almost every day since they moved in. Exercise, he’d said then; pain in the ass, he thought now. Andrew smirked at Janelle from his slumped position on their couch as she dragged things out of the fridge and frowned at the slowly growing pile. She’d been at it when he came in, and he’d been sitting there lamenting the lack of working elevators for at least ten minutes. How much stuff did they have in their fridge? “There a supermarket in there behind the back panel or what?” He hauled himself up with reluctance when she just snorted and gingerly lifted out the tub of ice cream they kept around for those just in case emergencies of someone bringing home brownies. The face she made meant it was definitely not frozen anymore. “Good riddance anyway.” She raised an eyebrow and he sighed, grimacing. Okay, not good riddance, ice cream was expensive. But at least most of this other stuff was still salvageable, or at the very least still edible. Though it might not last long. “If you’re thinking what I’m thinking, we can’t eat all this before it goes bad. You don’t even like salad.” There was a lot of already wilting greens. Not to mention the carrots, which had been accidentally frozen in the vegetable drawer, would probably turn into unappetizing mush overnight. But there was definitely no cold air in the fridge or the freezer anymore. And they still weren’t sure when the power was coming back on. He picked the tub up from where she’d set it and dumped it in the sink, wrinkling his nose in disappointment. There was a box of brownie mix in the cupboard they’d been saving for the weekend. Well, at least that wouldn’t be going bad in a hurry. “I know. But we have neighbours. Some of them like us. We can do a barbecue potluck thing or whatever until the power comes back on. Try uhhh, those people… the ones we helped move in. Ask if they like hamburgers, or grilled chicken. And if they have barbecue sauce.” Andrew rinsed out the sink while he tried to remember their names himself, one started with an ‘A’, he was pretty sure. Alice? Alison? Alex? Maybe… “Alex?” “Alexis! That’s it, and maybe Laura, don’t quote me on that one. Go, shoo! Before they start making their own plans.” He went. Passing the elevators on his way and scowling at them for their betrayal. Not working when he needed them to, hah, horrible things. As much as he’d been making fun of himself about the stairs, they’d taken more out of him than he wanted to admit. He’d stood up too quickly, too, made his head spin, and he didn’t think that was a good sign, but deep breaths and taking it slow until he could confirm the problem would just have to do. Still, it would have been nice if he’d made it back home to working elevators after spending most of the day turning over the last of the empty flowerbeds and mixing in manure to get them ready for planting. He’d left his bike in the front hall, because he was not carrying it up, too. And yeah, someone was probably going to be annoyed about that, but he’d get it after he invited Alexis and them over. At least no one had been in the elevators when the power went out. He’d checked, because that was not a situation he could imagine anyone wanting to be in. He wasn’t claustrophobic, but still, just no. Not fun. Thankfully, there’d been no need to improvise a rescue. He wasn’t even sure what they’d have been able to do if someone had been in them, so, yeah, lucky. Very lucky. Good thing the explosion happened at night, right? Would have been a lot more disasters if it had been during rush hour or something. Shaking his head at his inability to stop thinking about it, because every time he tried he’d start thinking about it more, Andrew knocked on the door and sincerely hoped he had at least one of their names right and that they might remember him and Alexis was the one who answered. His big grin when it was her who opened the door was small compared with his internal cheer, but even so, he decided maybe not to risk it. “Uh, hi. So, we were wondering, uh, me and Janelle,” he pointed down the hall towards their place even if no one else was visible, “if you had barbecue sauce? Cuz someone – it was me, I’m horrible – forgot to grab it last week. Also, if you like grilled chicken or hamburgers, cheeseburgers maybe? We’ve got options. Kinda. And salad. Please like salad, there’s tons of it. We need hungry people, our fridge makes food multiply, I swear.” That would actually be pretty useful. But not when it was making soured milk or off meat clones. “Oh, I don’t know about drinks though… We might have some warm pink lemonade still.” He was totally selling this venture, wasn’t he? Had he even remembered to say what he’d come here for? Well, maybe not with perfect clarity, he’d have to work on that. “I mean, if you don’t already have dinner plans, want to come save our food from going to waste?”	\| NAME: \| Andrew Blythe Williams \| NICKNAME(S): \| Annie, Andy, Drooly, Cherry \| ALIAS: \| Someone else make something up. \| D.O.B.: \| 10/05/1992 \| AGE: \| 23 \| SEX: \| Male \| SEXUALITY: \| Heterosexual \| APPEARANCE: \| At 5’7” and over 180lbs, Andrew is a heavy man in a round rather than intimidating way. With a bit of a paunch, no obvious muscle and a penchant for smiling, he’s about as unthreatening as they come, and he likes it that way. His hair is brown, straight and longer on top than on the sides. It tends towards flyaway fashion due to its thinner wispiness as well as his habit of running his hand through it absentmindedly. He has small brown eyes that, more often than not, are complemented by dark circles beneath them. They are close set under straight, thin eyebrows, with a button of a nose and thin lips. He also has a bit of dark scruff on his cheeks and chin that he keeps short. He is of the opinion it makes him look older. He has no distinguishing birthmarks, only a few small scars on his hands and arms from work or stupid accidents and a raised, angry looking scar about three inches long, running vertically from just under his left collarbone. It leaves him with slight difficulty raising his left arm above his shoulder, but he doesn’t do that very often anyway. Another, older scar runs down the middle of his chest to just past his sternum as a thin, puckered line. His voice is light, with an easy speaking rhythm, though it drops to a lower register when he’s speaking thoughtfully. His clothing choices usually consist of jeans and plain coloured shirts, sometimes vests, with comfortable shoes. Nothing fancy. He wears a medical alert bracelet on his right wrist. \| ABILITIES/SKILLS: \| Density Manipulation. Andrew is able to alter the density of his body and other objects to great extremes. He can lower his density or raise it. With enough practice, he will be capable of stopping the alteration at any point between the two extremes he is capable of, and so, limit the effects it has on his body as well as using the partial changes to different advantage. He is far more familiar with shifting to a lighter density, though he still hasn’t explored all it has to offer, but he has figured out that he can move through objects that are usually considered solid, such as walls, and let moving objects pass through him. He becomes lighter, making it easier to move him or for him to move himself, and he’s used this to move heavier things than he sometimes should, provided they’re small enough to affect the whole of them. He can walk on water and even air, though it’s not easy to move without something a little more solid to push against. He can also cool himself or something else down by lowering the density, and can withstand higher temperatures while his density is lower, but, so far, nothing that isn’t already humanly possible. On the opposite end of the spectrum, while he has yet to realize that he can and so is completely unfamiliar with raising his density, it should have similar, though opposing effects on his physiology. Having a higher density would make it harder to inflict damage to his body or whatever he’s raised the density of. He’d also be harder to move, and far heavier in general(12 tons top weight, currently about 4 tons). At his highest peak, he could stop bullets and speeding cars, but he’d definitely be bruised afterwards. Explosions and heavier weapons would do less damage than usual, but he’d certainly feel it, and extremely small projectiles, like, grain of sand size, might penetrate his skin or pierce his eyes and do almost the same damage they would were he at normal density. Swimming would be impossible and fragile structures could break under him. He’d be stronger though, capable of dragging semis and lifting smaller cars. Though I doubt he’d ever throw them, both for insurance reasons and because he’d need both arms over his head and that hurts. He wouldn’t be able to heat himself up the same as he can cool down, as the latter is due to air movement, but he could gain a little extra heat from densely packed molecules, and would certainly lose heat much slower. Through skin on thing contact, he can affect inanimate objects, and might develop the ability to affect other people, animals and plants, or at the least he’ll keep trying just to see if he can. Separate, small objects are easily isolated and altered, and he has to think about it as little as he thinks about changing his own density. He can change the density of part of a large object, like a wall or the floor or a car door, but it is much harder, and the default shape he manages each time is a circle, unless there’s already a line for his eye to follow, like an archway. With time, he might be able to change that. The amount he can alter is still limited to matching his mass. And provided he hasn’t gone over this limit, he can alter more than one substance at a time just as long as it is in contact with what he’s in contact with. Knows he can -phase through things -walk on water -cool himself off -lighten/phase smaller things He can’t change the density of particular body parts, though he can control the size of the area for other things, with his body it’s all or nothing, and with smaller things, it’s usually all or nothing as well, just by default. With practice and concentration, he might eventually be able to alter only a portion of the object. He has to be touching the thing he wants to affect or the alteration will go back to normal on its own. Usually within 30-60 seconds. So far, he has only been able to affect objects up to his own mass or down to a large pebble. With enough time to stretch his power muscles, the limit might go up by a fair bit, but it won’t go down by much. While he can walk on both water and air, it’s rather like moving on very loose sand. Difficult to do at speed. While he has the potential to maintain the density alterations indefinitely, or at least, for as long as he’s ever bothered to without it turning off on him, neither his heart nor his pacemaker appreciate the changes to their molecular structure. At lower densities, his heart rate speeds up due to the lowered blood pressure and at higher densities it slows down. Both leave him feeling lightheaded and might provoke fainting spells, though the former includes chest pains and the latter puts him at risk of his pacemaker shocking his heart out of sync, which at best means a few seconds of palpitations and at worst an artificially created cardiac arrest that won’t stop until he goes back to normal density and finds a magnet to switch it off and back on or collapses. Depending on his activity levels and amount of density alteration, 5 minutes might be his limit on the short end, though he has managed to walk for half an hour at his lightest before he started to suffer consequences. (This limit only applies to his own body, he can keep a thing’s density altered as long as he wants. And until he gets his pacemaker fixed, he's not at risk of the malfunctioning bit.) Because he needs air to stay alive and there is an unsurprisingly limited amount within most solid objects, he can't stay phased inside them for long unless they are also at a much lighter density to allow airflow. He can only keep up the alteration while conscious. When he changes part of a thing’s density rather than a whole, there can be consequences. Such as raising the density of a car door causing it to become too heavy for the hinges holding it in place. Or making a part of the ceiling lighter might mean the things he didn’t realize were hanging from it fall down. Usually, unless it’s a small wall, the integrity wouldn’t be compromised, but it’s a good idea not to prolong the alteration. Also, there’s no visible change in the object’s appearance except that it might not move in the wind or stop water from moving through it. He has limited, if any, protection against psionic, energy, or electrical(even less) attacks. He can quote all of the Lion King, most of Lilo & Stitch, and still cries when Bambi’s mother dies. He also knows the lyrics to most of the better known Disney songs. He has no idea how this happened, and it has nothing to do with the number of times he’s watched their movies. Nope, nothing. He is a bundle of useless trivia, from bug facts to flower meanings, from historical significance to the average number of people that can fit in an elevator or what the Guinness world record is for how long a chicken lived without its head. He can drive. He knows CPR, first aid, and emergency response protocol. He has taken several self-defense courses, because you never know (and his grandma insisted). He’s probably forgotten more than half of them though. Balloon animals. Fluent in English, yep. Also knows rudimentary Spanish and German. He will try to make whatever food you ask of him, provided you can give him the recipe. It still might not taste great, but he's handy enough in a kitchen. \| BACKSTORY: \| Born in New Alexandria, Andrew didn’t stay there long as his parents very quickly decided to move closer to the bigger hospital on the mainland when his birth came with the major complication of hypoplastic left heart syndrome and the commute between there and home cost too much time and energy, not to mention money they didn’t have. He was in and out of that hospital more times than his parents cared to count over the next several years, occasionally due to false alarms, and his heart acting up, and sometimes from the more usual troubles children can get themselves into. But he was otherwise a happy enough child, eager to make friends and see his grandparents and ride the ferry to get to them. He was just lucky his grandparents had the money set aside for travel to be able to offer some financial help and forego their planned years of vacationing. Although things had started to settle down a little when he was six, he was waiting for a new heart for two years during which his health gradually diminished again. Thankfully, the worst moment that year, was also instrumental in bumping him up the wait list. He went into full cardiac arrest when he was 8 years old, and though they managed to shock his heart into resetting itself, continuing to live was not the only ‘gift’ he thinks that shock gave him. He’s not entirely sure, but he figures something about the electrical impulses combined with the emotional rush must have sparked awake some dormant genes in his cells a few years before puberty might have flipped the switch naturally. Or it triggered something that would have remained quiescent his whole life. Either way, after that day, he had a few accidents that involved falling through things he shouldn’t have fallen through. Like walls and floors… It took him some time, witnesses, and several colourful bruises to realize he wasn’t hallucinating. During this time, he also had a brief fling with his neighbor, who was a nice girl and a good friend, after a talk about boyfriends and girlfriends turned into him admitting that he wasn’t sure he’d get that far. So, she invited him to be her boyfriend, her ‘ghost’ boyfriend after she saw him fall through the counter he was leaning on, which mostly amounted to proudly holding hands when they were together and doing most of the same things as they always had. With an extra side of her encouraging him to figure out the whole falling through things… thing. They talked about lots of things that fall, from her collection of beetles to the sorts of things he’d do once he had his power under control. From their different teachers and the notes he’d missed while dozing off to what they wanted to be when they grew up. She wanted to be an astronaut for a brief stint; he wanted to be a doctor, or a clown. The boyfriend thing lasted about two months before they sort of mutually forgot it and then his family moved again, to a more affordable place in East Beach when the project started up. He didn’t forget her though, or the plans he’d had to be a superhero. But it never amounted to much of anything. Never in the right place at the right time, and he didn’t know anything about saving people. The fact that too much stress on his heart made it act up worse than usual didn’t help. Gradually, the ideals slipped to the side and the power was just this thing he couldn’t do that well anyway. When he finally got his new heart, things were looking up, he was feeling good and there was only one fright when his body tried to reject it. But that cleared up and he avoided all the other risks through chance and a very faithful following of the care plan his doctor put together. So, he focused on school, and friends, and asking the neighbours if they wanted him to mow their lawn or walk their dog for a dollar or three until he was old enough to work. He liked visiting New Alexandria and his maternal grandparents, occasionally managing to convince his grandfather to take him out in his boat (it really wasn’t that hard). He spent plenty of time, too, in figuring out how the whole slipping through walls worked, and what else he could do with it. He showed his grandma, because she always seemed to have the answer to everything, and his parents were fully aware that he was up to something and being sneaky. Ellen probably told them, because they did sit him down to talk to him about behaving responsibly a few days after he’d told her, but they never asked explicitly. Unfortunately, in practicing and being unsure of what he was doing, Andrew wasn’t always balanced in shifting the density of his body, and it had a detrimental effect on the healing nerves around his heart. Eventually, they settled into a far slower heartbeat than was healthy, resulting in regular fainting spells that had his doctor reluctantly suggesting a pacemaker to regulate it. He didn’t enjoy the process, or the feeling of something else making his heart beat, but he got used to it eventually, and now it’s second nature to go through his daily routine with it and to talk about it if he has to. Because although he doesn’t do a lot of travelling, he has occasionally set off a store’s security. He is definitely relieved to be free of the fainting spells though, and has learned to be even more careful with his power than he was, but is far less limited than before. He’s gone through the rest of growing up pretty normally, managing to keep in touch with Janelle, the girl he’d ‘dated,’ and meeting up with her as often as they could manage. He did have one girlfriend in highschool too, though that barely lasted a full school year before she broke up with him at the start of summer. It hurt, but thinking back on it now, he’s not sure how they even lasted that long, given their extremely different approaches to practically everything. He got a job as a grocery store clerk where he used his power to shelve heavy things until he graduated. Then he followed Janelle to the university campus since he liked spending time with her and wanted a change of scenery anyway. They rent an apartment together in the Sound while his parents have moved back to New Alexandria to live with his grandfather. He took a semester of classes with an undeclared major, but found his attention constantly drifting no matter what class he was taking and decided not to use up his money until he could figure out what he wanted to take and stick with it. He has stayed on as groundskeeper though, and is saving up what he can while he works out what he wants to do with his life. The explosion’s left him with a faulty pacemaker and, although he doesn’t realize it yet, the other side of his power’s spectrum. He’s more concerned about his friends and family being okay than he is about himself though. \| MOTIVATION/OBJECTIVE: \| Andrew’s daily goals include making the most of the opportunities he’s given, having fun, and brightening at least one stranger’s day. He doesn’t have the means to make it big or hugely generous, but if he can do something for someone else, he’s going to try; handing over small change or giving a bit of his time or just offering an encouraging compliment are easy to do and a good habit to have, he figures. His motivation comes from wanting to do something with his life to give back to a community that helped his family through hard times. He just hasn’t managed to figure out quite what he’s capable of or what he wants to do. Maybe it’s the lingering childhood disappointment that superhero isn’t a viable career move, but part of him isn’t sure anything he thinks of would be enough. \| SUPPORTING CAST: \| Bailey & Harrison Williams – Mother and Father Andrew is close to both of his parents, often getting into emoji wars with his mother and watergun fights with his dad. He tries to get out to see them at least once a month, and usually manages more. He is greatly appreciative of everything they’ve done for him and the support they still offer, whether it be through tough love or just telling him to take a chance because he only lives once. They’ve been together since their own high school days and although they aren’t always obvious about their love, Andrew’s rarely seen them fight and swears they can read each other’s minds. Bailey is an aspiring writer who leads tours and assists researchers depending on the season, and Harrison works as an archivist at the New Alexandria campus. Dietrich Best – Grandfather Rough around the edges and still bitching about the bridge that ruined the ferry business, even though there’s still some tourists that want to ride on them, Dietrich isn’t the most forthrightly kind person you’ll ever meet. But he has a gruff voice and an easier temper than his sharp tone implies and a great deal of love in his heart, for all he finds it hard to show. He and Andrew are often co-conspirators when it comes to getting into mischief. His spirit’s dwindled since his wife died, burning a little more fitfully, and his mind’s starting to wander, but he’s still a force to be reckoned with in his lucid moments. He worked on the Regal ferry from 14 to 65, with a break only for the war. Ellen Best – Grandmother(deceased) She was her grandson’s bestest friend, her daughter’s greatest supporter, the harshest critic of her son-in-law, and the light of her husband’s life. Now that she’s gone, they all feel her absence, and for all it’s been eight years, Andrew still catches himself sometimes thinking that he’s found something she’d love to hear about. Janelle Foss – Best Friend and Roommate Friends since before they can remember, they had an on again, off again method of keeping up with each other during their school years when they were living across the city, but now that they live in the same apartment, they’ve given each other pseudo-sibling status and bicker about the rent while leaving silly little notes around the place for each other in the hopes of winning a smile. She knows about his power and his heart problems and his penchant for singing Disney songs in the shower. He knows about her string of weird boyfriends and very real crush on Gerald Butler and fear of driving. They’ve both agreed that if no one comes along for them by the time they’re 35, she’ll pity marry him and he’ll settle for what he can get. \| REFERENCE POST(S): \| Link One Link Two Link Three \| NOTES: \| Left-handed. Writing looks like this. Is an organ donor. He has a card. Also has a pacemaker ID card so he can flash it around when he sets a security alarm off and people start questioning his morals. Volunteers off and on at the children’s hospital. Collaboration and character driving noted.
1,217	23	9	2,300	468	Miles Bergeron Olympus District One night after the explosion Lesson number 2 of being a Hero on the Rise: always have an exit strategy. You’re not invincible or immortal. Hell, maybe you are--but drowning probably would still probably hurt like a bitch. In that case, you need a plan B. Not the one that comes after plan A, but the one that comes after Becky made a couple bad decisions one night. Abort the hell outta there. Better to fight another day than burn out on your first leg of the journey, and unfortunately, you’re not cool enough yet to become a legend by dying heroically Essentially, this is for those times when you forget Lesson number 1. A lesson everyone should know, but especially those ambitious ones. Those ambitious ones always seem to make a point of finding a way to fuck themselves when they don’t follow the first two Lessons of the Essentials of being a Hero on the Rise. And Miles found himself falling right to that point. That “Oh, fuck.” point as he fell. In the echo of his initial scram from their fall, he heard a high whine. It was Mr. Ozukai, his cry mixing with the howl of the wind as they whipped down. And in that instant, dripping away as he neared the ground with alarming velocity, Miles couldn’t resist it. He let out a short laugh. It was enough to nerve him once more. “FITZ!” It wasn’t a cry, it bordered on a direct command. And Miles sunk a demand into his tone that was heeded with gusto. A glow engulfed him, quickly spreading outward and refining to the form of large torso and arms. The glow of the quasi magical construct illuminated the air as Miles turned Fitz’s torso toward the ground, jutting the arms out. It was almost the extent of what he could do in this situation, but he had to try. With a surge, he formed a small shell of energy that encased the Fitz’s torso and Mr. Ozukai. Not an instant soon as it slammed to the ground. A small crack appeared on the ground where the shell hit. The shell itself shattered almost instantly, dissipating into nothingness. Miles felt Fitz slam to the ground and felt the wind leave him. Mr. Ozukai landed with a thud on top of Fitz’s form, rolling off the side. Fitz’s form flickered and vanished, Miles plopping to the ground in its absence. Everything hurt. Even his hair. Miles wasn’t even sure how that was possible. But he was in pain nonetheless. Bringing out such a large part of Fitz with no preparation was dangerous, and he could feel the migraine coming, and he couldn’t decide whether the physical or mental pain would be worse. However, he could decide that it was a good time to call it a night. The backstreet he landed on had only a small number of stores lit, his glazing eyes found themselves resting on a few of them. The few people on the street had already begun wondering over to him and Mr. Ozukai. ’Great start Miles….you’re regular superstar,’ he thought, as the plight of unconsciousness threatened to overtake him. The takeaway from all of this: don’t hold conversations on the actual edge of the building. Get the hell off while you can. Take the win and run.	\| NAME(S): \| Miles Alexander Bergeron \| NICKNAME(S): \| Really just Miles, or Milaminute when he’s telling a story. \| ALIAS(ES): \| PsycheOut \| D.O.B.: \| 10/10/2001 \| AGE: \| 15 \| SEX: \| Nope \| SEXUALITY: \| Asexual \| APPEARANCE: \| Now coming to the tail end of his second round of that awkward “teenage development”, Miles is still adjusting to his latest growth spurt (standing at 5’8”). He’s more on the slender side, weighing in at around 120. His hazel eyes are typical filled with mirth and it’s quite easy to make him laugh. Fashion alludes him, even though his older cousin Illani has tried her best to help the poor kid out. He typically sticks to colored tees and fitted pants, ideal attire for getting into after-school shenanigans. \| ABILITIES/SKILLS: \| Magipsychic Energy Manipulation On the night of November 17, 2013 Miles snuck into his Grandfather’s study, searching for things he shouldn’t have been. Magical objects lined the wall but he made a beeline for a simple yet elegant crystal pyramid known as the Crystallis Memora. Upon placing his hands on it, such concentrated magic, Miles reacted to it. His dormant Minerva Hype (Pyschometry and Vague Aura Reading) gene was activated in response, flooding him with his grandfather’s memories. The trauma was such that his own magic was activated in defense, mingling with his hype gene, it threw up a psychic defense: a magic empowered psychic manifestation that shielded him from the expulsion of magic defense that was sent out from the Crystallis Memora. “Sticky Hands” - Primarily, Miles is able to generate psychic extensions of his own hands. His control over the hands allows him to enlarge them about roughly the size of a couch. He can use these hands to grab things, swat enemies and the like. He can only extend the “Sticky Hands” to about 10 feet and he can only produce two of them, stemming from his fists. Though they don’t feel pain, if they were to be severed or cleaved, Miles would feel it. “Dome Time” - By expelling psychic and magic energy at once, Miles is able to quickly “harden” it, creating a barrier to block physical attacks and psychic attacks. It doesn’t do well against most psychic attacks as of now, while Miles still has a way to go. As for the physical attacks, it can withstand multiple rounds of bullets. However, Miles can generally only hold the dome for about 120 seconds. 60 seconds if he widens it accommodate more people. “Fitz” - is the name Miles would come to call his initial manifestation of energy that saved him that night. Since then, Miles has only been able to generate a full Fitz twice, and both situations left him unconscious for a day. Fitz stands at about 6 and a half feet and encompasses Miles. In this form, Fitz is able to expel a limited number of psionic-magic blasts before his form is compromised. He is highly durable and mobile, but Miles is hard-pressed to hold his form for more than 5 minutes. him was a Magipsychic Energy manifestation. The name is mainly his way of describing what he can do in one term. Fitz has shown no external sentience besides Miles’ own. Miles is unconscious while Fitz is in full form and should he be woken, Fitz disappears immediately. He can typically only be woken by mental means as noises don’t affect him. \| BACKSTORY: \| It sucks when you know exactly where you went wrong. That one decision that led to This, and from This you wound up with That. That put you There and without a care you end up Here. November 17th, 2013. ’In front of this damn crystal. Always this crystal. I know this black, this dark. Why am I still afraid?’ Does the knowing make it better? I don’t think it does. ’I just wanted to learn the secrets of magic like the rest of the Bergeron family. My family’. Which is admirable, a man for the family, right? Especially when as a member of this Magni family, you still hadn’t shown any magical inclinations. No knowledge of the denotation of magic. ’It’s her fault. I can’t help thinking it and feeling certain of it. It’s her fault for making me a half-breed. Some human and Homo Magnus combination….. But she tried her best, gave unconditional love to a child ostracized by the rest of the Bergeron family in Louisiana. And a father who had left before the pee on the stick could even turn blue. But even with no husband, being a mother was always at the forefront of her mind. ’Life was awesome, before 10. Always her and me and Cousin Bebe. Any day was a new adventure, and I knew was that our family was supposed to be a special one because we were on of the first free black families. That’s what they always told us. Why couldn’t they have just told us the truth? I could have started to learn earlier maybe. Something that wouldn’t have put me….here…’ But a Bergeron child displays magic 7, on average. 5 if they are gifted and 10 if they’re a late bloomer. And then there are the Others, the Others that never do. Only a few in the history of Bergeron, but their lives are something to be dreaded. ’Dreaded heavily, as I soon came to find out. I just wanted to get away, I didn’t care at first. But the Bergeron family wouldn’t accept another “failure”. How do you excommunicate a child? From a family? And...I could see how much it hurt my mom. I couldn’t do that to her. I never imagined... Oh that imagination. Overactive, always creating a scenario, an imaginary friend. Some that lasted longer than others. The boy with the mind that could go a lightyear a minute, the family always said. They had such high hopes in that imagination, that wonderment. Second only to that uncanny intuition for reading people. Maybe it meant the birth of another prodigy. Then age 5 went by, while 7 slinked over the hill 2 years later and 10 didn’t want rear its head of reality. But I guess not even the greatest can halt the flow of time. ’And that’s when they saw I was one of the Others. The smiles disappeared, uncles stopped clapping me on the back, aunts were hard pressed to invite me to family birthdays and even my cousins looked at me a little sideways. I hated it.’ Endured it for 2 years, until enough had passed enough and was starting to trickle into the realm of violent resentment. ’Because no matter how hard I tried to learn it, magic just wouldn’t come to me. And I got to wonderin’...wonderin’ and plottin’. And that’s when Grandpa Remy-Lou’s Crystallis Memora started tinkling just a bit brighter. None of the other cousin’s knew what it was really for. But I figured it out and he told me years back. Everything that he’s ever learned and experienced, as the current Patriarch of the family. Passed down to the next, and so on. He’d been prepping it for the next heir. There it sat, in the midst of his study, deceived as a forgotten simple decoration. ’It was better that way, he said. That way no one would ever suspect it. And I got curious. Just one touch, was all. Maybe I could learn his trick, see his cheats...but I didn’t expect...I didn’t expect the pain. So many flashes of the hurt. That anger, pain, death...so many people. And then, nothing. But it’s okay to not remember. Sometimes, it’s even better that way. ’Curiosity killed the cat, but what if there was never any satisfaction to bring it back. What happens to it then, my little sly friend. What are you left with?’ You’re left with you and me. \| MOTIVATION/OBJECTIVE: \| Since leaving the Bergeron family, Miles has actually experienced a sense of freedom. He’s an intelligent kid and an innocently presumptuous one at that, he just wants to help and on another level, he wants to prove himself. Become something the Bergeron family never expected. \| SUPPORTING CAST: \| WIP So Far: -Claire Bergeron: Miles’ mother. A magni herself, she sealed her powers in a vow of solitude with her son when their family attempted to Ex-Communicate him. Now that Miles is older, she’s debating telling him this information. -Belina-Brooks “Bebe” Jackson: Miles’ cousin and childhood friend. -Ilani Marie Jackson: Miles’ older cousin. She’s more like an older sister, having lived with him and his mother for a few years. \| REFERENCE POST(S): \| .....my intro to Rise of the Mavericks should probably be weight enough. XoXo \| NOTES: \| I think me and Ray-J could be friend, if we ain’t love the same bitch Yeah he mighta hit it first, only problem is I’m rich (I’m rich).
1,218	23	10	1,015	2,826	B R E N I N ᒪ ᗩ ᖇ I ᔕ ᔕ ᗩ May 2016 - Two days after the eplosion Kalvin had straggled himself home after his little biking accident. His motorcycle was totaled, and so was the railing he had run into, yet, he was unharmed. Not one had he crashed, but he had fallen over 30 meters, head first. Yet, there was not even a scratch on him. It made no sense, and the young man had going over the events of that night be countless times in his head. Laying on the couch he held the pillow under his arm as he looked for the remote. He had been sleeping most of yesterday, chalking it up to a bad hangover, and was only now coming too. It wasn't his apartment, but the apartment of his best friend - Jacob Jordan. Kalvin had been in a fight with his step father and as such has to get out of the house, or get his ass beaten. Of course, he had gotten used to it by now, but it upset his mother something terribly whenever he and his step father, Arthur would get into a fight. Fists would be thrown and threats would be made. It was all too messy. It was easier to hide out here, on a run down coach without any bed sheets, laying with a blanket that has gone far too long since it was washed. He needed to find himself a girlfriend, or better yet his own place. But that sure wasn't easy for someone with his.. Skills. Jacob walked into the room, interrupting his friend's thoughts, tossing a can of energy drink at the young man. "Ay, Dude, get up, it's three o'clock." Jacob exclaimed, Kal grunting. "The hell you doing up now then?" The other young man grinned. "Please, I haven't gone to bed yet. Daddy's got work to do. Why do you think I'm drinking this?" He said, holding up a ceramic cup in his hand - the cup had the recently redesigned logo of the latest reboot of the movie franchise starring the once upon a time Champions of Larissa. Kalvin grinned, opening the can of energy drink he had been given, taking a few gulps before looking at Jacob again. "I thought these things did nothing for you anymore?" He asked and Jacob laughed. "Who said I was drinking Energizer? This is Triple Espresso and half Energizer MAX. Pretty sure this could power a nuclear reactor." Kalvin chuckled "Speaking of which, have you seen the news?" Jacob asked, Kalvin finding the remote tried to put the TV on, much to their dismay, the screen remained dark. Jacob scoffed. "Right, power's still out. Anyway, we got Chernobyl'd a couple of nights ago. The Michael's plant blew up." He said, all matter of fact-y, and Kalvin raised his eyebrows and sat up in the sofa, looking for his shirt. "What you mean blew up? Shouldn't we all be you know, dead, then?" And Jacob shook his head. "Apparently not, the radiation was sealed, only some form of an EMP was let out, knocking out most of the electricity in town. People are saying it was Mr.Michaels himself that did it. Manually, like, inside of the reactor, that's a man who's dedicated to his job." Kalvin grinned, he knew what Jacob was gonna say next. "Man's a hero.", slurping his drink. Kalvin shuddered. "You're just trying to vex me." his best friend for over a decade knew just how much Kalvin despised the H-word, and he loved teasing him about it. It was part of the reason all of his coffee cups were Mavericks-Merchandise, Jacob himself thought they were B-Movies, and it was a shame that they were dominating Hollywood these days. But he had once found Kalvin's old box of stuff and had committed to the bit back when they were 16. "Speaking of heroes, you wanna go and check out the set for the new Movie? I heard they're gonna call it 'Mavericks; Cataclysm'. I read on Creddit that it's apparently about the end of the world. Who would've guessed, way to raise the stakes." Jacob joked as Kalvin got dressed. Jacob wearing his bathrobe ontop of his jeans and T-shirt, like he usually did in the 'mornings.' "Then again, can't be worse than the last one. 'The Mavericks; Valiant Heroics'. Bring back Rise Of Titans from the early 2000's, that was a good movie, and with such a twist!" Jacob spieled as Kalvin was ignoring him, letting out Mhm's here and there. "I mean, mind controlling Angel, making him work for the bad guys and attack the team from the inside? Seemingly killing Illadvised, only for Illadvised to come back in a big robotic suit, Wyrda and Feral kicking Angel's ass back to his senses and the four repelling the evil forces that was threatening their base of operations, and the entire city? Damn, that was a good movie, masterpiece of our time!" Jacob's speech ended, gleeful sarcasm in his words, him overacting a sense of wonder when he talked about the movies. Kalvin looked at him and growled, picking up his jeans from the floor and tossing them onto his underarm. "You done fanboying?" He asked with a smirk and Jacob nodded sheepishly. "You know it." Kalvin scoffed, heading into the bathroom to take a shower. "Hey, Kal, watch out, water's irradiated!" Jacob shouted after him, giggling to himself, slurping from the cup loudly. Ten minutes later, Kalvin came out wearing a Tank-Top, his torn jeans and unmatching socks. Jacob still leaned against the doorpost, his phone in one hand and his cup in the other. Snapping a quick photo, he chuckled. "Going right on Instaframe." Kalvin flipped him off, heading to his 'wardrobe' the pile of clothes on the floor behind the sofa. Picking out a long sleeved shirt with three buttons over the collar bone, he put it on, heading for his shoes, the leather high-tops got laced up quickly as he hunched down before reaching for the door. "I'm gonna go scope out the city." Kalvin said to Jacob whom nodded. "Get supplies, see if I can avoid any zombies, might buy some beer or talk with a pretty girl, we'll see." Kalvin said with a brief chuckle and the other male nodded once more. "Uh-huh, blades n blunts don't need reloading. Try not to be out till it's too late. I've got business to attend to tonight, I could use you." Kalvin nodded in affirmation. "Yeah, I'll be home before bed time." Jacob scoffed. "Good, be safe. Love you." He said, nonchalantly looking at his phone, slurping the last of the liquid inside of his cup. Kalvin chuckled. "You too." Matching his friend's sarcasm. Now, he had to go out and brave the post apocalyptic wasteland that was four o'clock Larissa, probably filled with looters enjoying their newly won 'freedom' from security cameras.	Brenin \| NAME(S): \| Kalvin Mahnsson \| NICKNAME(S): \| Kal Dude McMan \| ALIAS(ES): \| Brenin \| D.O.B.: \| 07/07/93 \| AGE: \| 23 \| SEX: \| Absolutely. \| SEXUALITY: \| Bi-Sexual \| APPEARANCE: \| I ain't a grunge, pimp or gangster. Got Style, grace and courage, his jaw's strong enough to cut through diamonds. Standing at 5'10, weighing 156 lbs. His build is athletic, he's handsome and his entire being beams out the bad boy attitude he conveys. His hair is meticulously styled - in such a way that it looks like he just got out of bed. The majority of Kal's morning routine is making himself look like he don't give a shit, and he tries very hard. Ripped jeans, washed out T-Shirts and a leather jacket with stitches in it and several tears. He wears a watch with leather straps on his lest wrist as well as a couple of rings on both of his fingers. A motorcycle is never far away from the young man. \| ABILITIES \| Am I the best? I gotta put it bluntly. Yes. Reactive Vector Manipulation: Physics, you have heard of that, right? Laws of nature, gravity, heat, etc. We've all been taught how they are supposed to work all through our lives, science has tried to explain why whatever goes up must come back down and with what force. Well, to Kalvin they're not laws. They're suggestions more like it. His body generates superhuman amounts of adrenaline that shoots into his veins whenever he is in danger. This allows him to control the vectors of atoms. This means performing a wide variety of feats impossible or even inconceivable to regular humans, things such as dodging sub-sonic bullets, surviving a 25 meter fall without breaking a bone or 'double' jumping. If you would ask Kalvin how to explain his powers, he'd tell you he's the real life counter part to Jason Statham and Vin Diesel - except he's better looking. \| WEAKNESSES \| If there are limits, I haven't found them yet. Fatigue, Injury And Pride: While he can Matrix dodge a hail of bullets coming his way, it doesn't mean he's always able to. Like regular shots of adrenaline they have a blow back, and for Kalvin that blowback is enormous, after a night of using his powers he's sore in places he didn't even know he could be sore in. His powers are bound to concentration and as such outside distractions can lead to him getting hurt, or worse. As such, high amounts of pain - such as getting shot puts him at a serious disadvantage. His emotions also get in the way. \| SKILLS \| I got what it takes. Precision Driving; Notably on Motorcycles, sports bikes, to be precise. He can also wheel most cars, but he enjoys four wheels a lot less than two. Street Smarts; He practically breathes Larissa, he knows ever street and every corner of the city. Kal is also one of those people who seems to always "Know a guy." Acrobatic: By no means a gymnast, he's quite agile and nimble, able to easily scale brick walls and jump between rooftops. \| BACKSTORY: \| If it ain't broken - break it. Kalvin's mother, Tess Mahnsson was a young woman, a rising star - the next icon in glamour. Her life was going all the place she had ever wanted it to, till she met a man. A man who swept her off her feet, who made her believe in love, the kind of love that was in the movies. They lived together for four months, she discovered she was pregnant and the morning after she had told her lover - he was gone. She got depressed, and her entire career had been sidetracked during the half year she had spent with the father of her unborn child. She left the world as a model behind and started waiting tables at the local bar - she was young and pretty and as such earned quite a lot of tips, enough to live happily. At least until the end of her pregnancy, complications arose and her hospital stay lasted several weeks, to cover the bills for her and her newborn son, she had to spend all of her savings. She raised Kalvin alone, she worked hard, harder than anyone else in her community to keep food on the table, some days she couldn't even do that. Yet, she never complained, not once did she complain about going hungry, the blood sugar falls she had because of not eating or sleeping properly. Everyday she'd come home after 11 hours of work - pay the babysitter and play with little Kalvin. She would read to him every night, about heroes. About the heroes of fairy tales, King Arthur, Robin Hood, Luke Skywalker or Frodo Baggins. Yet, Kalvin's favorite story was that of the local fairy tale. That of the Mavericks. Tessa had lived in Larissa during their time of greatness, their time had just ended when Kalvin was born and they had vanished just a year prior to his birth. She had seen them in all of their glory. They were truly, the greatest heroes ever. Over the years, Tessa would struggle to support herself and Kalvin, and when Kalvin was two, she started dating a man, ten years older than herself. His name was Arthur - like the king in the fairy tales - she would tell him whenever she would talk to Kalvin about him. She kept reading him stories about the great heroes, that people are good and heroes are needed to inspire people to be their best. That the Mavericks made all of Larissa a better place. That Heroes can save the world all over again. She and Arthur got married when Kalvin was four - Tessa didn't love the man, her heart only loved one man, after all these years. Soon, Arthur caught on that Tessa didn't love him, and he turned out to not be a hero after all, quite the opposite. He turned abusive, verbally abusing Tessa and Kal, soon physically hurting Tessa when she protected Kal from his step father. The boy hated living in Arthurs house, and he asked his mom about his real dad ever so often, and everytime - especially after Arthur had beaten her she would kiss her son's head and smile. Tell him his father was a hero, just like the ones he read about. When he was little, it used to make him happy. But as the years passed and he got older, and his mother faded more and more, the abuse she took slowly breaking her down. The more resentful he became of his so called hero of a father. If he was truly a hero, wouldn't he come and save them from the monster Arthur was? Wouldn't he come riding in on a stallion clad in shining armor and slay the beast that tormented them? That hurt the woman he was supposed to love? Isn't protecting the ones you love what makes a hero? Kalvin decided to be his own hero. One night, Tessa and Arthur was arguing - Arthur had been cheating on her. He hit her, and Kalvin rushed downstairs into the kitchen, yelling at him to stop, hitting his step father with his tine hands. Arthur turned and for the first time he struck the boy, backhanded him into the fridge, splitting his left cheek and giving him a bad cut in the back of his head. Tessa rushed to protect the boy, and while his concussion made him fade in and out of consciousness, he saw how Arthur beat Tessa senseless. Breaking her jaw, arm and four of her ribs. That was the night he stopped believing in heroes. Once he got into his teenage years, Kalvin had gotten accustomed to life at home, and to keep out of the way of the Wrath of his step-father, he kept out of the way, he didn't talk much during dinner, he acted like a good son whenever eyes were upon him - for if he caused trouble, Arthur assured him that he'd hurt him. For a time, Kalvin did good, he had good enough grades, he studied hard and he tried his best to connect with his peers in school. Once he started high school things changed. He soon realized that something was broken inside of him. That he wasn't like everyone else, that in a way, he couldn't connect with most other students. From where he stood, looking in, they didn't have any problems. Some of them had parents who were gonna get divorced, maybe they were bullied or didn't make the sports team they wanted to get into. But to him, none of them had it as bad as he did. He was living under the thumb of a man who everyone thought was a good man, he lived a lie where everyone thought their family was happy, and whenever he tried to reach out for help, either for himself or for his mother, nobody listened. Because nobody cared. One day, Kalvin had enough of lying, of sitting there at dinners with Arthur's friends. Of attending Barbecues where Arthur presented them as "His little family" when truly, they were more like slaves. That's when Kalvin met Jacob Jordan, a kid as old as Kalvin. J.J was smart, really smart, he was a top grade student whom had never seen a party in his life, at the New Alexandria High School naught but a handful had ever heard the name "Jacob Jordan" Where as Kalvin was a decently popular kid, only because he was good looking and wasn't afraid of breaking store windows to steal booze. Kalvin and Jacob met during class, Jacob bumped into Kalvin on a particularly bad day, after Arthur had given him a beating before school, Jacob's elbow pushing against Kalvin's bruised ribs, forcing the teen to grunt in pain, as if Jacob had hit him. A misunderstanding spun out of control, and that's how the two ended up rolling around on the hall floor tugging at each other's collars, fists in each others faces. Spending the afternoon in the principles office and the next three weeks in detention, the two became close friends, partly because Jacob lived on his own and he let Kalvin crash there instead of going home. Jacob's parents were in jail for holding up a liqour store, they were heroine junkies, had been sent to jail last year, following the young Jordan turning 17, too old to be put under foster care and shown that he could take care of himself, Jacob was recognized as an adult that same year. The two became thick as thieves and Jacob would soon let Kal in on his secret - he was a criminal. Not the rough kind, just the very profitable kind. He had started out selling weed, but soon took to building and importing guns, a trade that was blossoming in Lilith. Kalvin would do a few runs for Jacob once in a while, sell a few ounces of weed, sell a couple of butterflies, that sort of thing. Since graduating High School, Kalvin starting taking acting classes dreams of using his pretty face to make money he did a few ads, amongst those was an ad for Shaving Cream that was on the TV for a couple of months in 2014. Kalvin crashes on Jacob's couch "Till he gets back onto his feet" - for the past four years, when he isn't sleeping in the bed of some woman who's skirt he chased the night before. He enjoys riding his motorcycle and drinking cheap beer at divebars, always looking for trouble. Weather it's pissing off two thugs or it's making out with a cute red head. \| MOTIVATION/OBJECTIVE: \| Heroes may get remembered, but Legends never die. Kalvin is by definition an adrenaline junkie, always looking for the next thrill, the next high. The next adventure. \| SUPPORTING CAST: \| Tessa Mahnsson: Mother - Loving, self-sacrificing, wonderful mother. Arthur Mahnsson: Step-Father; Piece of shit. Jacob Jordan; Best Friend, small time arms dealer, helps Kal get in and out of trouble. \| REFERENCE POST(S): \| \| NOTES: \|
1,219	23	11	2,300	468	Miles Bergeron Olympus District One night after the explosion Lesson 3 (and final) of the Essentials of being a Hero on the Rise:--and this is one too many young Vigi’s forget--your secret identity comes first at all* costs. All* is said with the addendum that you’ve followed the first two rules. If you have, you shouldn’t find yourself in a situation too perilous to trump this rule. Unless you’ve got the luck of Cassandra, the sense of Oedipus and the stupidity of those antagonists in “Home Alone” then you should be fine. ...I hope. That’s pretty much it, and with this landing thought, Miles Bergerons’ eyes fluttered open in a quick panic. The onlookers were still heading over, he hadn’t been out long. He couldn’t catch his breath and the short, agonizing gasps led him to believe some healing past just time and bed rest was needed. ’Mom is gonna have a field day with this…’ he began to think before his attention was taken over by a more pressing thought. ’Mr. Ozukai!’ Miles struggled over to the man, he needed to make sure the old man was still with him. Or else his days as a Hero might be changed to the beginning of a Murderer instead. Fate was with him as the man was groaning and beginning to stir. Ozukai reached out to Miles and Miles froze. This was where he began to scream for Miles’ apprehnsion. “Thank...you...you were right,” he managed to say and Miles smiled, beside himself. “See, it was just a cloudy night you were going through,” Miles told him. He forgot his situation for a moment, feeling he’d actually made a difference. “Now go. Go before they get here...” Mr. Ozukai managed before trailing off. His hand weakly pushed against Miles before it went limp and he succumbed to unconsciousness. Miles bit back a rise of watery heat behind his eyes and nodded, taking off into the nearest alley. He felt a presence grow with him as he fled, his fear rising. It was Fitz, or what Fitz could manifest of himself, concerned for Miles. The energy aided Miles, enabling him to move with the slightest bit more ease while a faint glow encased him. It was all the young Hero could manage. The darkness of the alleyway swallowed him and he was unaware of where he was really headed. He just had to get away from the scene. “Way to not draw attention, Miles,” he chastised himself, wandering further into the Olympus district. He needed to get home, but he had to rest. There was no way he could use Fitz to make it back to his apartment in this state. He neared a more well-lit portion of the district, his eyes straining from the sudden change. Miles stumbled gingerly into the new portion of the Olympus District. At least Mr. Ozukai was safe, and that was a score for him, right?	\| NAME(S): \| Miles Alexander Bergeron \| NICKNAME(S): \| Really just Miles, or Milaminute when he’s telling a story. \| ALIAS(ES): \| PsycheOut \| D.O.B.: \| 10/10/2001 \| AGE: \| 15 \| SEX: \| Nope \| SEXUALITY: \| Asexual \| APPEARANCE: \| Now coming to the tail end of his second round of that awkward “teenage development”, Miles is still adjusting to his latest growth spurt (standing at 5’8”). He’s more on the slender side, weighing in at around 120. His hazel eyes are typical filled with mirth and it’s quite easy to make him laugh. Fashion alludes him, even though his older cousin Illani has tried her best to help the poor kid out. He typically sticks to colored tees and fitted pants, ideal attire for getting into after-school shenanigans. \| ABILITIES/SKILLS: \| Magipsychic Energy Manipulation On the night of November 17, 2013 Miles snuck into his Grandfather’s study, searching for things he shouldn’t have been. Magical objects lined the wall but he made a beeline for a simple yet elegant crystal pyramid known as the Crystallis Memora. Upon placing his hands on it, such concentrated magic, Miles reacted to it. His dormant Minerva Hype (Pyschometry and Vague Aura Reading) gene was activated in response, flooding him with his grandfather’s memories. The trauma was such that his own magic was activated in defense, mingling with his hype gene, it threw up a psychic defense: a magic empowered psychic manifestation that shielded him from the expulsion of magic defense that was sent out from the Crystallis Memora. “Sticky Hands” - Primarily, Miles is able to generate psychic extensions of his own hands. His control over the hands allows him to enlarge them about roughly the size of a couch. He can use these hands to grab things, swat enemies and the like. He can only extend the “Sticky Hands” to about 10 feet and he can only produce two of them, stemming from his fists. Though they don’t feel pain, if they were to be severed or cleaved, Miles would feel it. “Dome Time” - By expelling psychic and magic energy at once, Miles is able to quickly “harden” it, creating a barrier to block physical attacks and psychic attacks. It doesn’t do well against most psychic attacks as of now, while Miles still has a way to go. As for the physical attacks, it can withstand multiple rounds of bullets. However, Miles can generally only hold the dome for about 120 seconds. 60 seconds if he widens it accommodate more people. “Fitz” - is the name Miles would come to call his initial manifestation of energy that saved him that night. Since then, Miles has only been able to generate a full Fitz twice, and both situations left him unconscious for a day. Fitz stands at about 6 and a half feet and encompasses Miles. In this form, Fitz is able to expel a limited number of psionic-magic blasts before his form is compromised. He is highly durable and mobile, but Miles is hard-pressed to hold his form for more than 5 minutes. him was a Magipsychic Energy manifestation. The name is mainly his way of describing what he can do in one term. Fitz has shown no external sentience besides Miles’ own. Miles is unconscious while Fitz is in full form and should he be woken, Fitz disappears immediately. He can typically only be woken by mental means as noises don’t affect him. \| BACKSTORY: \| It sucks when you know exactly where you went wrong. That one decision that led to This, and from This you wound up with That. That put you There and without a care you end up Here. November 17th, 2013. ’In front of this damn crystal. Always this crystal. I know this black, this dark. Why am I still afraid?’ Does the knowing make it better? I don’t think it does. ’I just wanted to learn the secrets of magic like the rest of the Bergeron family. My family’. Which is admirable, a man for the family, right? Especially when as a member of this Magni family, you still hadn’t shown any magical inclinations. No knowledge of the denotation of magic. ’It’s her fault. I can’t help thinking it and feeling certain of it. It’s her fault for making me a half-breed. Some human and Homo Magnus combination….. But she tried her best, gave unconditional love to a child ostracized by the rest of the Bergeron family in Louisiana. And a father who had left before the pee on the stick could even turn blue. But even with no husband, being a mother was always at the forefront of her mind. ’Life was awesome, before 10. Always her and me and Cousin Bebe. Any day was a new adventure, and I knew was that our family was supposed to be a special one because we were on of the first free black families. That’s what they always told us. Why couldn’t they have just told us the truth? I could have started to learn earlier maybe. Something that wouldn’t have put me….here…’ But a Bergeron child displays magic 7, on average. 5 if they are gifted and 10 if they’re a late bloomer. And then there are the Others, the Others that never do. Only a few in the history of Bergeron, but their lives are something to be dreaded. ’Dreaded heavily, as I soon came to find out. I just wanted to get away, I didn’t care at first. But the Bergeron family wouldn’t accept another “failure”. How do you excommunicate a child? From a family? And...I could see how much it hurt my mom. I couldn’t do that to her. I never imagined... Oh that imagination. Overactive, always creating a scenario, an imaginary friend. Some that lasted longer than others. The boy with the mind that could go a lightyear a minute, the family always said. They had such high hopes in that imagination, that wonderment. Second only to that uncanny intuition for reading people. Maybe it meant the birth of another prodigy. Then age 5 went by, while 7 slinked over the hill 2 years later and 10 didn’t want rear its head of reality. But I guess not even the greatest can halt the flow of time. ’And that’s when they saw I was one of the Others. The smiles disappeared, uncles stopped clapping me on the back, aunts were hard pressed to invite me to family birthdays and even my cousins looked at me a little sideways. I hated it.’ Endured it for 2 years, until enough had passed enough and was starting to trickle into the realm of violent resentment. ’Because no matter how hard I tried to learn it, magic just wouldn’t come to me. And I got to wonderin’...wonderin’ and plottin’. And that’s when Grandpa Remy-Lou’s Crystallis Memora started tinkling just a bit brighter. None of the other cousin’s knew what it was really for. But I figured it out and he told me years back. Everything that he’s ever learned and experienced, as the current Patriarch of the family. Passed down to the next, and so on. He’d been prepping it for the next heir. There it sat, in the midst of his study, deceived as a forgotten simple decoration. ’It was better that way, he said. That way no one would ever suspect it. And I got curious. Just one touch, was all. Maybe I could learn his trick, see his cheats...but I didn’t expect...I didn’t expect the pain. So many flashes of the hurt. That anger, pain, death...so many people. And then, nothing. But it’s okay to not remember. Sometimes, it’s even better that way. ’Curiosity killed the cat, but what if there was never any satisfaction to bring it back. What happens to it then, my little sly friend. What are you left with?’ You’re left with you and me. \| MOTIVATION/OBJECTIVE: \| Since leaving the Bergeron family, Miles has actually experienced a sense of freedom. He’s an intelligent kid and an innocently presumptuous one at that, he just wants to help and on another level, he wants to prove himself. Become something the Bergeron family never expected. \| SUPPORTING CAST: \| WIP So Far: -Claire Bergeron: Miles’ mother. A magni herself, she sealed her powers in a vow of solitude with her son when their family attempted to Ex-Communicate him. Now that Miles is older, she’s debating telling him this information. -Belina-Brooks “Bebe” Jackson: Miles’ cousin and childhood friend. -Ilani Marie Jackson: Miles’ older cousin. She’s more like an older sister, having lived with him and his mother for a few years. \| REFERENCE POST(S): \| .....my intro to Rise of the Mavericks should probably be weight enough. XoXo \| NOTES: \| I think me and Ray-J could be friend, if we ain’t love the same bitch Yeah he mighta hit it first, only problem is I’m rich (I’m rich).
1,220	23	12	2,555	593	Evelyn PrinceMichaels Street, Lower East Side The day of the blast...At this time of day, Michaels Street was one of the busiest strips on the LES of Larissa. With the sun high in the sky, overalled workers from the nearby nuclear power centre would flock in their droves to waste away their lunch hour; being barely ten minutes walk from the facility, and boasting a modest offering of delis and food joints, Michaels Street really was the ideal spot for the men and women to get out of the office and a grab a bite to eat. It was also the ideal spot for thieves. With the rhythmic waves of pedestrian traffic running on a near-immaculate schedule throughout the week, it became rather easy for would-be crooks to target at opportune moments. Evelyn Prince was one such crook who had taken advantage of the situation. She wandered along the busy strip, her eyes bound in cloth as she stumbled around feigning disability. Whilst most would consider her sight completely redundant, the young woman could actually see her surroundings with even more scope then they could imagine, and she was using this 'specialist skill' of hers to weigh up the most vulnerable target. It wasn't something she was particularly proud of, but she wasn't exactly riddled with guilt, either. Over the years she had grown used to borrowing from strangers. She found some solace for her conscience in the knowledge that she was not driven by greed, like so many criminals in the city. Evelyn was just doing what she had to in order to get by. She soon locked on to a rather muscular man, his broad back stretching out his grey overalls and the clear bulge of a wallet pressing against the inside of his tight thigh pocket. He was faced away from her, in the midst of telling a particularly asinine anecdote to his posse; who of course, found this tasteless tale completely hilarious. The whole pack laughed and brayed like asses. He was perfect. Wasting no time, she tripped straight into him and threw herself on the concrete. The group laughed louder, until she turned her head and feigned blindness with the Oscar-winning performance she had near-perfected. The fun stopped, half-assed apologies were uttered, and the man she had bumped into tried helping Evelyn to her feet. She used his pocket as a support to heave herself up, and once she had assured them she was okay she hobbled off down the street, rounding the corner and vanishing into the crowd... With his fat wallet tucked beneath her arm. She was neither proud nor ashamed, instead turning her thoughts to where she would be dining this afternoon. Heading into a sandwich bar, she waltzed up to the counter and began flicking through the wallet as she waited for a server to attend her order. There was a fair bit of cash, which she pocketed; she would always pay contactless until the cards got locked, making the most out of every steal. She pulled out one piece of plastic, and discovered it wasn't a debit card at all. It was his employment ID, bearing the Michaels logo and an unflattering picture of the man she had just robbed. As she read the words 'Michaels Nuclear Power Plant', a familiar feeling washed over. A dizzying feeling, that made her feel at once dormant and alert; hyper-senseless and hyper-aware of everything and nothing. Her head felt disconnected from her body. A young woman arrived at the bar. "Welcome to Rizzo's, ma'am, what can I get you?" But it was too late. Evelyn knew that resistance was futile; she had tried countless times to shake off that initial sensation and stop the force that took over her in its tracks. But it was of no use, and soon enough the world around her began to fade to nothing. Blackness. Siren whines. Keeps whining. Loud. Long. Danger. A red light becomes visible. Flashing. Pulsing. Warning. The ground is shaking. Shuddering. Grunting. The rumble of earth merges into chopping. Chopping. Helicopter flying low overhead, silhouette against the hellish red. Feel the wind on my face. I'm here. Watching but not watched. Figure falls from the chopper. Hits the metal walkway. Loud clang echoes through my head. But is absorbed swiftly by the chaos. Man vanishes into the building. Red beam swings like a lighthouse. Rhythm. Spinning. Turning. Every rotation swishes along the brickwork. Illuminates a sign briefly as it creeps along the lettering: MICHAELS NUCLEAR POWER PLANT. MICHAELS NUCLEAR POWER PLANT. MICHAELS NUCLEAR POWER PLANT. Every time the words are lit in red for a second. Then back into blackness. Then back into red. Then back into blackness. Then back into red. Each time seeming more and more important. More significant. MICHAELS NUCLEAR POWER PLANT. MICHAELS NUCLEAR POWERPLANT. MICHAELS NUCLEAR POWERPLANT. Huge shake. Like an earthquake. Then a wave of heat. Burst of light. Burst of flame. Wave of acidity coming over me. Washing me away. Dissolving me away. Into nothingness. The shaking stops. The light fades. Nothing anymore. Blackness. And then, out of the blackness, emerged the face of a concerned young woman, looking directly into where Evelyn's eyes would be, were they not bound in red cloth. "Ma'am? Are you okay?" she asked, looking at Eve as though she were just another mad vagrant from the streets. Her tone was loaded with faux concern; that sneering superiority that the sane so often hold over the vulnerable. "Ma'am?" The plastic ID slipped from Evelyn's fingers, clicking on the tiled floor. The bouncing wallet soon followed, as Evelyn turned over her shoulder to gaze out of the large storefront window. The staple silhouette of the power plant loomed unassumingly over the trees, peaceful white clouds drifting from its various towers. "Oh, fuck," Eve gasped, as the gravity of the situation began to settle in. "Oh fuck, fuck. Fuck." "Ma'am, I'm gonna have to ask you to leave." sneered the smug server, in her ridiculous yellow uniform. Evelyn obliged, pausing for only a moment to consider warning the girl of what was to come. Evelyn understood more than anyone else that the future was set in stone, but knowledge of what was to come at least allowed her the privilege of being able to enforce a little karma where she felt necessary. And so she left the deli not saying a word. Better not to cause a fuss, she reasoned. Evelyn had every intention of getting as far away from Larissa as possible, and she didn't need blind panic hindering her escape from the impending nuclear disaster. But first, she had to pick up a few things from home. *112 Belgrade Way, Lower East Side The night of the blast...'Home' for Evelyn had, as of late, been a dilapidated old squat, as yet unsaved by the Michaels renovation project due to its seat on the very outskirts of town. It had taken her almost an hour to get out to the sorry site, and several more to properly plan her next steps; by now, the sun was beginning to set, and Evelyn was cautious that nightfall was only a few turns of the clock away. After that, fate was out of her hands... She had to act fast. She'd already arranged for an Uber that would take her to the airport, where she would reluctantly part with what funds she had stashed in the old building and head to Europe. Her initial plan had been to head across the water to New Alexandria, but the logical side of her knew that this was not the time to take risks. She'd read about the ruin brought by historic nuclear disasters, and whilst she had no idea how devastating the Michaels blast would be... Well, she didn't want to take any chances. The beeping of a horn alerted her of the cab's arrival, and Evelyn moved her gaze to an old wooden desk, upon which a golden locket lay delicately sprawled. This had, of course, been at once the reason she had called home and the reason she was reluctant to leave. Given to her by her mother on the day of her adoption, it was her most prized possession that she had managed to hide from Del's greedy eyes for a decade; her only physical souvenir of her brief time being loved. A treasure that was too valuable to walk the streets in, and far too precious to leave the country without. But it also reminded her of what she was leaving behind: it was going to be even more difficult to track down her mother from the other side of the Atlantic. And when she returned, how much of Larissa would even still stand? Would her mother survive the blast? As the impatient Uber driver honked once more, Eve snatched the locket from the desk and fastened it around her slender neck, forcing herself to find solace in the fact that her mother might have long left the city. A lot can change in ten years... And so she headed out to the car. A grinning, chubby white man greeted her as she got into the passenger seat. "Hey, darlin'. The airport, right?" Evelyn nodded, not looking in his direction. "Yes, please. As quickly as possible." He smirked, looking the girl up and down before nodding in appreciation. "Alright, princess. Let's get this show on the road." he said, starting up the engine as he glanced back at her blindfolded eyes. "And hey, don't worry about me, babe. I got my eyes on the road for the both of us." he paused for a moment, as the car pulled out and the wheels began rolling. "And I know exactly where we're going." * Eve had been riding in the car for about twenty-five minutes before she began to realise that something was amiss. "You sure we're going the right way?" she asked, making little effort to sound unpresumptuous. "We should be there by now. I got a plane to catch." The man simply grinned, pulling into an alley and shutting off the headlights. "Oh, doll, would you look at that?" he asked, smug in his assumption that his passenger was blind. "We're here!" Eve had not even a second to react before the man was upon her, pouncing like some vicious panther as he leapt across onto the passenger seat and began smothering her with his form. Evelyn screamed in shock, but soon turned her attention to struggling back with the man. She'd lived with Del for ten years, and on the street since then. This wasn't her first time in this scenario, but it was dark now and frankly she had neither the time nor inclination to sit and take it. She was unfazed as she heard the familiar sound of a fly being unzipped, instead fumbling around in the cardoor for anything she could use as a weapon. She found a can of anti-freeze; unexpected, considering the warm climate of the approaching summer, but it was appreciated nonetheless. She whacked him over the head several times, enough for him to withdraw momentarily; at which point she sprayed the substance into his face, leaping out of the car as he yelped in pain. She sprinted away and down the alley. Evelyn was furious at how her plan had been sabotaged by some sleaze, but there was still a chance of getting away before the blast. She just had to hitch a ride, find another car-- Bright white lights blinded her as she stepped out onto the main road. The blaring klaxon of a horn sounded. The unmistakable sound of brakes screeching against rubber squealed through the night. The weight of a moving vehicle collided with her body. There was a moment of shock as the world seemed to be pulled away from her; and then her skull hit the tarmac. All went dark.	I just got back from a 10 hour shift, and I now have access to their hotspots. Which is such a cool experience, because using them is honestly like travelling back to the Stone Age. It's the best history lesson I ever had. So immersive. Post coming before Friday~ XoXo
1,221	23	13	2,300	468	Miles Bergeron Olympus District One night after the explosion It was part miracle and dumb luck that Miles Bergeron stumbled to his apartment door. The hallway, thankfully empty, he allowed himself a breath--albeit painfully-- while finding his keys. Was this mask supposed to actually hinder his vision? Or were those tears? Miles shook his head, ripping the mask from his face and furiously pawed through his bag. When he’d stowed it away, he’d dedicated at least one pocket to his wallet, keys and phone. His “Essentials” should all else go wrong. The emergency seal he’d placed on his body, numbing his pain was wearing off. The seal was old, part of a stash from his Great grandmother’s Civil War medic nurse days. It’s magic was probably all leaked after this many years. But hell, it was the best he could get currently. “Why are there so many pockets on this damn Swiss Gear backpack?” he hissed to himself, finally feeling a familiar electronic in a random pocket. Finally! Click. Miles’ face drooped, his bag dropping to the floor as the door unlocked and the seconds drawled on as it began to open. His mother stood before him, a stoic mixture of agonized worry, relief and biblical rage laced over her face. ’God, if you kill me now, I’ll agree to smiting duty for all eternity.’ He risked swallowing the anxious saliva that had accumulated in his mouth. A sign of weakness, and he was lost because of it. “What.” His mother stated. It wasn’t actually a question. A question implied that the recipient had the option of not answer. This was not the case in Claire Bergeron’s presence, her arms folded. She rested slightly on one hip. Still in her scrubs, she gave off none of the warm cuddliness as the colorful cloud hippos would imply. “I uh--” He tried lamely. “Go ahead,” she challenged him. “Get ya lie together.” “I only went on the roof of the Rivington Publishing tower and--” his body cut him off this time, seeing to revolt at the tale he tried to weave. The pain flared in his side, the seal worn down officially and down he began to go. A grunt finished the rest of his words as he fell to his side. His mother’s maternal rage was overridden by the all powerful need to protect her young. She caught him, her yelp shrill in his ear though. It was painful in a way he didn’t expect. She pulled him close and cradled him for a brief moment. “Miles!” her voice was stern, but filled with concern. She was checking to see if he was conscious, and squeezed him for a response while she carried him into the house. Though barely larger in frame than him, she was deceptively strong. “What did you do?” He tried to answer, but everything hit him at once. The fatigue, pain, relief and fear--how close had he actually been to dying!? It all rushed Miles at once, bringing velvet black of unconsciousness in its tow. --- When he opened his eyes, he could tell it was still dark. He was in his bed now, and felt his Hero clothes gone. A start to get up reminded him of his side and he panicked...until he realized it was no longer there. “Oh, don’t act surprised,” a voice said beside him, “you knew I would.” His mother came into his room, a glass of water in hand. “I Scanned and found a cracked rib. A cracked rib! Miles, what the hell were you thinking?” Miles shifted uncomfortably, that weird pain from before--when he’d heard her yelp--hit him again. “I…” “Not to mention the general strain on your body.” She handed him the water before turning toward his bedroom window. “I know I raised your black ass to act better than this. To have more sense than this. We’ve had this talk, Miles. He looked at the sheet he rested on, a familiar inscription seal woven into it. His mom’s handy Healing Mat. “Yes, you’re all healed up, though I debated keepin’ your as laid up. You have no idea how stupid that was of you, do you?” her voice was shrill again, though she tried to hide it. His mom was still scared. That pain hit Miles, but he still objected “I wasn’t being stupid!” “Then what would you call it, Miles Alexander?” The panic in her voice was full blown now. “I saved a man’s life tonight, ma. I did that,” Miles told her, smiling despite the moment. “You do it all the time.” His mother’s figure softened, and her words held no anger when she spoke again. “Hun, you know it’s not the same…” “Yeah I know, ma. It’s just…” Miles struggled to find his words. “That’s how you help the world and save people. And I just feel like…this is what I can do, at least for now.” He tried to say more but his mother’s embrace broke his train of thought. “I was worried sick, Miles,” she whispered. “You can’t keep doing this to me.” He knew, and he felt terrible for making her worry. But what else could he do? The life of a Hero on the Rise is never simple.	\| NAME(S): \| Miles Alexander Bergeron \| NICKNAME(S): \| Really just Miles, or Milaminute when he’s telling a story. \| ALIAS(ES): \| PsycheOut \| D.O.B.: \| 10/10/2001 \| AGE: \| 15 \| SEX: \| Nope \| SEXUALITY: \| Asexual \| APPEARANCE: \| Now coming to the tail end of his second round of that awkward “teenage development”, Miles is still adjusting to his latest growth spurt (standing at 5’8”). He’s more on the slender side, weighing in at around 120. His hazel eyes are typical filled with mirth and it’s quite easy to make him laugh. Fashion alludes him, even though his older cousin Illani has tried her best to help the poor kid out. He typically sticks to colored tees and fitted pants, ideal attire for getting into after-school shenanigans. \| ABILITIES/SKILLS: \| Magipsychic Energy Manipulation On the night of November 17, 2013 Miles snuck into his Grandfather’s study, searching for things he shouldn’t have been. Magical objects lined the wall but he made a beeline for a simple yet elegant crystal pyramid known as the Crystallis Memora. Upon placing his hands on it, such concentrated magic, Miles reacted to it. His dormant Minerva Hype (Pyschometry and Vague Aura Reading) gene was activated in response, flooding him with his grandfather’s memories. The trauma was such that his own magic was activated in defense, mingling with his hype gene, it threw up a psychic defense: a magic empowered psychic manifestation that shielded him from the expulsion of magic defense that was sent out from the Crystallis Memora. “Sticky Hands” - Primarily, Miles is able to generate psychic extensions of his own hands. His control over the hands allows him to enlarge them about roughly the size of a couch. He can use these hands to grab things, swat enemies and the like. He can only extend the “Sticky Hands” to about 10 feet and he can only produce two of them, stemming from his fists. Though they don’t feel pain, if they were to be severed or cleaved, Miles would feel it. “Dome Time” - By expelling psychic and magic energy at once, Miles is able to quickly “harden” it, creating a barrier to block physical attacks and psychic attacks. It doesn’t do well against most psychic attacks as of now, while Miles still has a way to go. As for the physical attacks, it can withstand multiple rounds of bullets. However, Miles can generally only hold the dome for about 120 seconds. 60 seconds if he widens it accommodate more people. “Fitz” - is the name Miles would come to call his initial manifestation of energy that saved him that night. Since then, Miles has only been able to generate a full Fitz twice, and both situations left him unconscious for a day. Fitz stands at about 6 and a half feet and encompasses Miles. In this form, Fitz is able to expel a limited number of psionic-magic blasts before his form is compromised. He is highly durable and mobile, but Miles is hard-pressed to hold his form for more than 5 minutes. him was a Magipsychic Energy manifestation. The name is mainly his way of describing what he can do in one term. Fitz has shown no external sentience besides Miles’ own. Miles is unconscious while Fitz is in full form and should he be woken, Fitz disappears immediately. He can typically only be woken by mental means as noises don’t affect him. \| BACKSTORY: \| It sucks when you know exactly where you went wrong. That one decision that led to This, and from This you wound up with That. That put you There and without a care you end up Here. November 17th, 2013. ’In front of this damn crystal. Always this crystal. I know this black, this dark. Why am I still afraid?’ Does the knowing make it better? I don’t think it does. ’I just wanted to learn the secrets of magic like the rest of the Bergeron family. My family’. Which is admirable, a man for the family, right? Especially when as a member of this Magni family, you still hadn’t shown any magical inclinations. No knowledge of the denotation of magic. ’It’s her fault. I can’t help thinking it and feeling certain of it. It’s her fault for making me a half-breed. Some human and Homo Magnus combination….. But she tried her best, gave unconditional love to a child ostracized by the rest of the Bergeron family in Louisiana. And a father who had left before the pee on the stick could even turn blue. But even with no husband, being a mother was always at the forefront of her mind. ’Life was awesome, before 10. Always her and me and Cousin Bebe. Any day was a new adventure, and I knew was that our family was supposed to be a special one because we were on of the first free black families. That’s what they always told us. Why couldn’t they have just told us the truth? I could have started to learn earlier maybe. Something that wouldn’t have put me….here…’ But a Bergeron child displays magic 7, on average. 5 if they are gifted and 10 if they’re a late bloomer. And then there are the Others, the Others that never do. Only a few in the history of Bergeron, but their lives are something to be dreaded. ’Dreaded heavily, as I soon came to find out. I just wanted to get away, I didn’t care at first. But the Bergeron family wouldn’t accept another “failure”. How do you excommunicate a child? From a family? And...I could see how much it hurt my mom. I couldn’t do that to her. I never imagined... Oh that imagination. Overactive, always creating a scenario, an imaginary friend. Some that lasted longer than others. The boy with the mind that could go a lightyear a minute, the family always said. They had such high hopes in that imagination, that wonderment. Second only to that uncanny intuition for reading people. Maybe it meant the birth of another prodigy. Then age 5 went by, while 7 slinked over the hill 2 years later and 10 didn’t want rear its head of reality. But I guess not even the greatest can halt the flow of time. ’And that’s when they saw I was one of the Others. The smiles disappeared, uncles stopped clapping me on the back, aunts were hard pressed to invite me to family birthdays and even my cousins looked at me a little sideways. I hated it.’ Endured it for 2 years, until enough had passed enough and was starting to trickle into the realm of violent resentment. ’Because no matter how hard I tried to learn it, magic just wouldn’t come to me. And I got to wonderin’...wonderin’ and plottin’. And that’s when Grandpa Remy-Lou’s Crystallis Memora started tinkling just a bit brighter. None of the other cousin’s knew what it was really for. But I figured it out and he told me years back. Everything that he’s ever learned and experienced, as the current Patriarch of the family. Passed down to the next, and so on. He’d been prepping it for the next heir. There it sat, in the midst of his study, deceived as a forgotten simple decoration. ’It was better that way, he said. That way no one would ever suspect it. And I got curious. Just one touch, was all. Maybe I could learn his trick, see his cheats...but I didn’t expect...I didn’t expect the pain. So many flashes of the hurt. That anger, pain, death...so many people. And then, nothing. But it’s okay to not remember. Sometimes, it’s even better that way. ’Curiosity killed the cat, but what if there was never any satisfaction to bring it back. What happens to it then, my little sly friend. What are you left with?’ You’re left with you and me. \| MOTIVATION/OBJECTIVE: \| Since leaving the Bergeron family, Miles has actually experienced a sense of freedom. He’s an intelligent kid and an innocently presumptuous one at that, he just wants to help and on another level, he wants to prove himself. Become something the Bergeron family never expected. \| SUPPORTING CAST: \| WIP So Far: -Claire Bergeron: Miles’ mother. A magni herself, she sealed her powers in a vow of solitude with her son when their family attempted to Ex-Communicate him. Now that Miles is older, she’s debating telling him this information. -Belina-Brooks “Bebe” Jackson: Miles’ cousin and childhood friend. -Ilani Marie Jackson: Miles’ older cousin. She’s more like an older sister, having lived with him and his mother for a few years. \| REFERENCE POST(S): \| .....my intro to Rise of the Mavericks should probably be weight enough. XoXo \| NOTES: \| I think me and Ray-J could be friend, if we ain’t love the same bitch Yeah he mighta hit it first, only problem is I’m rich (I’m rich).
1,222	23	14	1,655	862	ANDREW LARISSA \| The Sound May 2016 - Three Days After The Explosion Hello floor… You need a vacuum… Groaning, Andrew pushed himself off the floor he’d found much too close when he opened his eyes. He didn’t get far. It mostly turned into an exaggerated roll. And then, fancy that, he was staring at the ceiling. Not much improvement, though at least it was farther away. What had he been doing? A smirking face came into view then, floating so very high above him, and holding a cereal box. Staring down at her prostrate friend, Janelle raised her eyebrows and shifted her foot nearby. He heard clinking. That probably wasn’t good. “You eating breakfast down there today? You do know bowls work better when they aren’t in pieces, right? What happened?” Good question. The first two were silly, but he could tell Janelle was trying not to make a big deal out of a worrying situation. Lifting a hand to poke at his cheek, which was aching fiercely, he grimaced at her and then held a hand out for help up. “Thanks. I dunno. Aren’t you sleeping in?” “I was. Then you thudded.” Right. Andrew winced. “Sorry.” He hadn’t meant to wake her, but then, it wasn’t like he’d meant to fall on the ground either. Her pointedly raised eyebrow and faint snort made him grin ruefully, aware it might have been silly to apologise for something he couldn’t help, but he couldn’t help that either. “Ah, ah, nope. No, you sit. You’re going to step on something. And you need to put ice on wherever hurts, because you definitely hit the table.” Her sleuthing skills were not great, but he couldn’t argue the point when he realized the table had shifted about half a foot from where it was supposed to be. The skid marks helped in his assessment. And yes, the clinking he’d heard were the broken bits of the bowl he’d dropped. His only consolation was that he hadn’t landed on them. They were about due for breaking something anyway. Shifting into the nearest chair beneath her scowl, Andrew leaned both elbows on the table and put his head in his hands. He promptly winced as soon as pressure settled on his cheek and angled himself so he was leaning to the right instead of straight on. Because ow. Unfortunate then, that they didn’t have anything extra cold at the moment. Just room temperature glasses, one of which Janelle set beside him as she returned with a dustpan and garbage. He watched her for a long moment, foregoing the usual protest in favour picking up the cheerios that were still on the table while poking, with varying degrees of resulting pain, at his cheekbone. It’d be a pretty sight by tomorrow, he was sure. “Definitely need a new battery. My pacemaker’s been off and I keep forgetting. Should have sat back down when I started getting dizzy.” Finally, he just explained the problem. She’d probably already guessed, but she deserved to know for sure, and to hear him admit he was aware of the situation and knew he should have been paying more attention to the warning signs. Of course, the fainting didn’t always come with any warning, but when there was a sign, you really shouldn’t ignore it. “I know, I know, it’s just been busy.” She didn’t even have to say anything, just gave him a look and he was defending himself on instinct. He knew she was right though. He should have set up an appointment as soon as he realized what had happened. This was only reinforcing the point, with emphatically bruising intent. He got the message. “I’ll ask to call from work. And I’ll take the bus in, don’t worry. I’ll take it easy. Promise.” But he did have to work. Couldn’t call in sick when the phone he needed to use was a work phone. His cell was still dead, as was hers. She’d been more concerned about her laptop, and he was just slow about these things. Honestly, the break from constantly checking it for new messages despite knowing there wouldn’t be any was kind of refreshing. And it was always good to have an excuse not to be a bother, even if doctors were paid to deal with exactly the trouble he was bothering them about. No putting it off now. He had incentive, too. The glass was not a good substitute ice pack. Not at all. Damn it.	\| NAME: \| Andrew Blythe Williams \| NICKNAME(S): \| Annie, Andy, Drooly, Cherry \| ALIAS: \| Someone else make something up. \| D.O.B.: \| 10/05/1992 \| AGE: \| 23 \| SEX: \| Male \| SEXUALITY: \| Heterosexual \| APPEARANCE: \| At 5’7” and over 180lbs, Andrew is a heavy man in a round rather than intimidating way. With a bit of a paunch, no obvious muscle and a penchant for smiling, he’s about as unthreatening as they come, and he likes it that way. His hair is brown, straight and longer on top than on the sides. It tends towards flyaway fashion due to its thinner wispiness as well as his habit of running his hand through it absentmindedly. He has small brown eyes that, more often than not, are complemented by dark circles beneath them. They are close set under straight, thin eyebrows, with a button of a nose and thin lips. He also has a bit of dark scruff on his cheeks and chin that he keeps short. He is of the opinion it makes him look older. He has no distinguishing birthmarks, only a few small scars on his hands and arms from work or stupid accidents and a raised, angry looking scar about three inches long, running vertically from just under his left collarbone. It leaves him with slight difficulty raising his left arm above his shoulder, but he doesn’t do that very often anyway. Another, older scar runs down the middle of his chest to just past his sternum as a thin, puckered line. His voice is light, with an easy speaking rhythm, though it drops to a lower register when he’s speaking thoughtfully. His clothing choices usually consist of jeans and plain coloured shirts, sometimes vests, with comfortable shoes. Nothing fancy. He wears a medical alert bracelet on his right wrist. \| ABILITIES/SKILLS: \| Density Manipulation. Andrew is able to alter the density of his body and other objects to great extremes. He can lower his density or raise it. With enough practice, he will be capable of stopping the alteration at any point between the two extremes he is capable of, and so, limit the effects it has on his body as well as using the partial changes to different advantage. He is far more familiar with shifting to a lighter density, though he still hasn’t explored all it has to offer, but he has figured out that he can move through objects that are usually considered solid, such as walls, and let moving objects pass through him. He becomes lighter, making it easier to move him or for him to move himself, and he’s used this to move heavier things than he sometimes should, provided they’re small enough to affect the whole of them. He can walk on water and even air, though it’s not easy to move without something a little more solid to push against. He can also cool himself or something else down by lowering the density, and can withstand higher temperatures while his density is lower, but, so far, nothing that isn’t already humanly possible. On the opposite end of the spectrum, while he has yet to realize that he can and so is completely unfamiliar with raising his density, it should have similar, though opposing effects on his physiology. Having a higher density would make it harder to inflict damage to his body or whatever he’s raised the density of. He’d also be harder to move, and far heavier in general(12 tons top weight, currently about 4 tons). At his highest peak, he could stop bullets and speeding cars, but he’d definitely be bruised afterwards. Explosions and heavier weapons would do less damage than usual, but he’d certainly feel it, and extremely small projectiles, like, grain of sand size, might penetrate his skin or pierce his eyes and do almost the same damage they would were he at normal density. Swimming would be impossible and fragile structures could break under him. He’d be stronger though, capable of dragging semis and lifting smaller cars. Though I doubt he’d ever throw them, both for insurance reasons and because he’d need both arms over his head and that hurts. He wouldn’t be able to heat himself up the same as he can cool down, as the latter is due to air movement, but he could gain a little extra heat from densely packed molecules, and would certainly lose heat much slower. Through skin on thing contact, he can affect inanimate objects, and might develop the ability to affect other people, animals and plants, or at the least he’ll keep trying just to see if he can. Separate, small objects are easily isolated and altered, and he has to think about it as little as he thinks about changing his own density. He can change the density of part of a large object, like a wall or the floor or a car door, but it is much harder, and the default shape he manages each time is a circle, unless there’s already a line for his eye to follow, like an archway. With time, he might be able to change that. The amount he can alter is still limited to matching his mass. And provided he hasn’t gone over this limit, he can alter more than one substance at a time just as long as it is in contact with what he’s in contact with. Knows he can -phase through things -walk on water -cool himself off -lighten/phase smaller things He can’t change the density of particular body parts, though he can control the size of the area for other things, with his body it’s all or nothing, and with smaller things, it’s usually all or nothing as well, just by default. With practice and concentration, he might eventually be able to alter only a portion of the object. He has to be touching the thing he wants to affect or the alteration will go back to normal on its own. Usually within 30-60 seconds. So far, he has only been able to affect objects up to his own mass or down to a large pebble. With enough time to stretch his power muscles, the limit might go up by a fair bit, but it won’t go down by much. While he can walk on both water and air, it’s rather like moving on very loose sand. Difficult to do at speed. While he has the potential to maintain the density alterations indefinitely, or at least, for as long as he’s ever bothered to without it turning off on him, neither his heart nor his pacemaker appreciate the changes to their molecular structure. At lower densities, his heart rate speeds up due to the lowered blood pressure and at higher densities it slows down. Both leave him feeling lightheaded and might provoke fainting spells, though the former includes chest pains and the latter puts him at risk of his pacemaker shocking his heart out of sync, which at best means a few seconds of palpitations and at worst an artificially created cardiac arrest that won’t stop until he goes back to normal density and finds a magnet to switch it off and back on or collapses. Depending on his activity levels and amount of density alteration, 5 minutes might be his limit on the short end, though he has managed to walk for half an hour at his lightest before he started to suffer consequences. (This limit only applies to his own body, he can keep a thing’s density altered as long as he wants. And until he gets his pacemaker fixed, he's not at risk of the malfunctioning bit.) Because he needs air to stay alive and there is an unsurprisingly limited amount within most solid objects, he can't stay phased inside them for long unless they are also at a much lighter density to allow airflow. He can only keep up the alteration while conscious. When he changes part of a thing’s density rather than a whole, there can be consequences. Such as raising the density of a car door causing it to become too heavy for the hinges holding it in place. Or making a part of the ceiling lighter might mean the things he didn’t realize were hanging from it fall down. Usually, unless it’s a small wall, the integrity wouldn’t be compromised, but it’s a good idea not to prolong the alteration. Also, there’s no visible change in the object’s appearance except that it might not move in the wind or stop water from moving through it. He has limited, if any, protection against psionic, energy, or electrical(even less) attacks. He can quote all of the Lion King, most of Lilo & Stitch, and still cries when Bambi’s mother dies. He also knows the lyrics to most of the better known Disney songs. He has no idea how this happened, and it has nothing to do with the number of times he’s watched their movies. Nope, nothing. He is a bundle of useless trivia, from bug facts to flower meanings, from historical significance to the average number of people that can fit in an elevator or what the Guinness world record is for how long a chicken lived without its head. He can drive. He knows CPR, first aid, and emergency response protocol. He has taken several self-defense courses, because you never know (and his grandma insisted). He’s probably forgotten more than half of them though. Balloon animals. Fluent in English, yep. Also knows rudimentary Spanish and German. He will try to make whatever food you ask of him, provided you can give him the recipe. It still might not taste great, but he's handy enough in a kitchen. \| BACKSTORY: \| Born in New Alexandria, Andrew didn’t stay there long as his parents very quickly decided to move closer to the bigger hospital on the mainland when his birth came with the major complication of hypoplastic left heart syndrome and the commute between there and home cost too much time and energy, not to mention money they didn’t have. He was in and out of that hospital more times than his parents cared to count over the next several years, occasionally due to false alarms, and his heart acting up, and sometimes from the more usual troubles children can get themselves into. But he was otherwise a happy enough child, eager to make friends and see his grandparents and ride the ferry to get to them. He was just lucky his grandparents had the money set aside for travel to be able to offer some financial help and forego their planned years of vacationing. Although things had started to settle down a little when he was six, he was waiting for a new heart for two years during which his health gradually diminished again. Thankfully, the worst moment that year, was also instrumental in bumping him up the wait list. He went into full cardiac arrest when he was 8 years old, and though they managed to shock his heart into resetting itself, continuing to live was not the only ‘gift’ he thinks that shock gave him. He’s not entirely sure, but he figures something about the electrical impulses combined with the emotional rush must have sparked awake some dormant genes in his cells a few years before puberty might have flipped the switch naturally. Or it triggered something that would have remained quiescent his whole life. Either way, after that day, he had a few accidents that involved falling through things he shouldn’t have fallen through. Like walls and floors… It took him some time, witnesses, and several colourful bruises to realize he wasn’t hallucinating. During this time, he also had a brief fling with his neighbor, who was a nice girl and a good friend, after a talk about boyfriends and girlfriends turned into him admitting that he wasn’t sure he’d get that far. So, she invited him to be her boyfriend, her ‘ghost’ boyfriend after she saw him fall through the counter he was leaning on, which mostly amounted to proudly holding hands when they were together and doing most of the same things as they always had. With an extra side of her encouraging him to figure out the whole falling through things… thing. They talked about lots of things that fall, from her collection of beetles to the sorts of things he’d do once he had his power under control. From their different teachers and the notes he’d missed while dozing off to what they wanted to be when they grew up. She wanted to be an astronaut for a brief stint; he wanted to be a doctor, or a clown. The boyfriend thing lasted about two months before they sort of mutually forgot it and then his family moved again, to a more affordable place in East Beach when the project started up. He didn’t forget her though, or the plans he’d had to be a superhero. But it never amounted to much of anything. Never in the right place at the right time, and he didn’t know anything about saving people. The fact that too much stress on his heart made it act up worse than usual didn’t help. Gradually, the ideals slipped to the side and the power was just this thing he couldn’t do that well anyway. When he finally got his new heart, things were looking up, he was feeling good and there was only one fright when his body tried to reject it. But that cleared up and he avoided all the other risks through chance and a very faithful following of the care plan his doctor put together. So, he focused on school, and friends, and asking the neighbours if they wanted him to mow their lawn or walk their dog for a dollar or three until he was old enough to work. He liked visiting New Alexandria and his maternal grandparents, occasionally managing to convince his grandfather to take him out in his boat (it really wasn’t that hard). He spent plenty of time, too, in figuring out how the whole slipping through walls worked, and what else he could do with it. He showed his grandma, because she always seemed to have the answer to everything, and his parents were fully aware that he was up to something and being sneaky. Ellen probably told them, because they did sit him down to talk to him about behaving responsibly a few days after he’d told her, but they never asked explicitly. Unfortunately, in practicing and being unsure of what he was doing, Andrew wasn’t always balanced in shifting the density of his body, and it had a detrimental effect on the healing nerves around his heart. Eventually, they settled into a far slower heartbeat than was healthy, resulting in regular fainting spells that had his doctor reluctantly suggesting a pacemaker to regulate it. He didn’t enjoy the process, or the feeling of something else making his heart beat, but he got used to it eventually, and now it’s second nature to go through his daily routine with it and to talk about it if he has to. Because although he doesn’t do a lot of travelling, he has occasionally set off a store’s security. He is definitely relieved to be free of the fainting spells though, and has learned to be even more careful with his power than he was, but is far less limited than before. He’s gone through the rest of growing up pretty normally, managing to keep in touch with Janelle, the girl he’d ‘dated,’ and meeting up with her as often as they could manage. He did have one girlfriend in highschool too, though that barely lasted a full school year before she broke up with him at the start of summer. It hurt, but thinking back on it now, he’s not sure how they even lasted that long, given their extremely different approaches to practically everything. He got a job as a grocery store clerk where he used his power to shelve heavy things until he graduated. Then he followed Janelle to the university campus since he liked spending time with her and wanted a change of scenery anyway. They rent an apartment together in the Sound while his parents have moved back to New Alexandria to live with his grandfather. He took a semester of classes with an undeclared major, but found his attention constantly drifting no matter what class he was taking and decided not to use up his money until he could figure out what he wanted to take and stick with it. He has stayed on as groundskeeper though, and is saving up what he can while he works out what he wants to do with his life. The explosion’s left him with a faulty pacemaker and, although he doesn’t realize it yet, the other side of his power’s spectrum. He’s more concerned about his friends and family being okay than he is about himself though. \| MOTIVATION/OBJECTIVE: \| Andrew’s daily goals include making the most of the opportunities he’s given, having fun, and brightening at least one stranger’s day. He doesn’t have the means to make it big or hugely generous, but if he can do something for someone else, he’s going to try; handing over small change or giving a bit of his time or just offering an encouraging compliment are easy to do and a good habit to have, he figures. His motivation comes from wanting to do something with his life to give back to a community that helped his family through hard times. He just hasn’t managed to figure out quite what he’s capable of or what he wants to do. Maybe it’s the lingering childhood disappointment that superhero isn’t a viable career move, but part of him isn’t sure anything he thinks of would be enough. \| SUPPORTING CAST: \| Bailey & Harrison Williams – Mother and Father Andrew is close to both of his parents, often getting into emoji wars with his mother and watergun fights with his dad. He tries to get out to see them at least once a month, and usually manages more. He is greatly appreciative of everything they’ve done for him and the support they still offer, whether it be through tough love or just telling him to take a chance because he only lives once. They’ve been together since their own high school days and although they aren’t always obvious about their love, Andrew’s rarely seen them fight and swears they can read each other’s minds. Bailey is an aspiring writer who leads tours and assists researchers depending on the season, and Harrison works as an archivist at the New Alexandria campus. Dietrich Best – Grandfather Rough around the edges and still bitching about the bridge that ruined the ferry business, even though there’s still some tourists that want to ride on them, Dietrich isn’t the most forthrightly kind person you’ll ever meet. But he has a gruff voice and an easier temper than his sharp tone implies and a great deal of love in his heart, for all he finds it hard to show. He and Andrew are often co-conspirators when it comes to getting into mischief. His spirit’s dwindled since his wife died, burning a little more fitfully, and his mind’s starting to wander, but he’s still a force to be reckoned with in his lucid moments. He worked on the Regal ferry from 14 to 65, with a break only for the war. Ellen Best – Grandmother(deceased) She was her grandson’s bestest friend, her daughter’s greatest supporter, the harshest critic of her son-in-law, and the light of her husband’s life. Now that she’s gone, they all feel her absence, and for all it’s been eight years, Andrew still catches himself sometimes thinking that he’s found something she’d love to hear about. Janelle Foss – Best Friend and Roommate Friends since before they can remember, they had an on again, off again method of keeping up with each other during their school years when they were living across the city, but now that they live in the same apartment, they’ve given each other pseudo-sibling status and bicker about the rent while leaving silly little notes around the place for each other in the hopes of winning a smile. She knows about his power and his heart problems and his penchant for singing Disney songs in the shower. He knows about her string of weird boyfriends and very real crush on Gerald Butler and fear of driving. They’ve both agreed that if no one comes along for them by the time they’re 35, she’ll pity marry him and he’ll settle for what he can get. \| REFERENCE POST(S): \| Link One Link Two Link Three \| NOTES: \| Left-handed. Writing looks like this. Is an organ donor. He has a card. Also has a pacemaker ID card so he can flash it around when he sets a security alarm off and people start questioning his morals. Volunteers off and on at the children’s hospital. Collaboration and character driving noted.
1,223	23	15	2,555	593	Evelyn PrinceNew Hampshire General Hospital, Somerset The day after the blast..."How is she doing?" asked an older man in a white coat. He was peering over the shoulder of a young nurse, who seemed to be studying the red-headed patient that lay before them, scribbling jargon onto her clipboard. Evelyn Prince could see every word scrawled out in her mind, magnified with such extremity that she could inspect each wiggly deviation within the woman's rushed handwriting. She could hear every word that was said, loud and clear, as they bounced and reverberated around every nook and cranny of her aching skull. And yet, as hyper-aware as she was of the situation she'd found herself in, Evelyn Prince could not move a muscle. At some point in the night, her mind had woken up. She could hear the mammoth blast from the nearby Lower East Side; she'd felt the tremble of the earth as the shock rumbled through the city. She'd seen the lights flicker off and the constant beeping and humming and machinery fade, then watched the flocks of doctors and nurses pour into the ward to make sure everyone was OK. Evelyn wanted to tell them she was fine, that they should let her go. And yet, her lips would not budge an inch. So Evelyn had laid here, reflecting over what had happened. It seems that the blast hadn't been all that bad... Aside from knocking out the power, nobody in her immediate vicinity seemed to be hurt. Perhaps she'd overreacted... And look where it had gotten her. Laid out cold on a hospital bed. "It's difficult to tell," said the nurse, who glanced up at the dead equipment intended to monitor Evelyn's vitals. "She seems relatively unharmed. She's still breathing. Her scans showed some severe abnormalities; her brain seems far more active than is typical even in completely conscious people. But until we get the power back, we can't run any other tests." The doctor nodded, and left the room. The ward seemed largely silent now, except for the scribblings of the nurse's pen before she, too, turned to leave. Evelyn needed to do something - anything - to get her attention; to will the nurse to notice that she was here, that she needed help waking up. A shot, a shock... Anything. There was a moment of fear that washed through Eve's body as she considered the fact that, if she couldn't make herself known, she might never wake up. The pain that had persistently stabbed at Eve's brain - she presumed from the incident - was growing more and more severe as her stress levels sky rocketed. Her head felt like a pot of boiling water about to overflow, when suddenly... Movement. Fast and unexpected, it took Eve a second to realise that her entire bed was rolling on its wheels with considerable speed, hurtling towards the nurse. With her back turned, and Eve unable to warn her, the inevitable happened: the collision sent the nurse tumbling to the polished floor as she screamed out in surprise. Two junior doctors rushed to her aid and helped to shaken woman to her feet, as she looked at the near-lifeless body of Eve with an accusatory eye filled with horror. "Are you OK?" one of the men asked, his arm around her shoulder. "What happened?" The nurse couldn't take her eyes off Evelyn. It was as if something was stirring behind those closed lids; as though the body was possessed by a force less-than-innocent. She'd heard the stories of the hospital being haunted but... No, she wouldn't let herself fall for such foolishness. After a moment of hesitation, the nurse finally tore her eyes away. "Yes," she said. "Yes. I'm fine." her voice trembled with fear. "Something must have... Fallen loose, in the blast last night. Please, get everything back in order. I... Have business to attend to." And with that, the nurse scurried out of the room. 'What the fuck just happened?', Eve asked herself as she was wheeled back against the wall, the wheels on her bed locked into place as they had been before. The doctors smoothed over her sheets and made sure everything was how it should be, before the younger-looking of the two headed off to a separate ward. The remaining man chuckled to himself, looking up at the security camera and smiling. He knew this part of the building had no power. "Guess it's just you and me," he said, pulling back the sheets he had just tended to and letting his hand stroke along Eve's thigh. It was at this point that Eve realised the way things were going. 'Not again,' she said to herself, beginning to panic. 'Not now. I don't need this. Not today.' her mind reeled, her thoughts tripping over themselves as the man's fingers began to slide up inside her pale green gown. She wanted to scream. Every fibre of her being demanded she do so. She had to scream. And she did. Her body lunged forward, her brain flooding with lava as both hands grasped her skull. As her dry mouth let out a crackling, chilling scream, she felt the pain in her head release; rather than subsiding and ebbing away, it seemed to burst out from her body in a wave of unseen energy. The doctor was knocked flying, colliding with the wall at the opposite end of the ward. Beds toppled over, spilling their patients onto the floor. Piles of paperwork and notes flew into the air as though caught by a strong wind. Glasses of water fired themselves at the doctor, smashing around him as he cowered in the corner. And then it stopped. Staff hurried into the room to inspect the commotion; the nurse from before was among them. Her eyes swept over the room, taking in the damage before they landed on Evelyn, sat upright in her bed, eyes wide open. The second their eyes met, the ward and everyone in it seemed to melt away, as Eve was presented with a vision in which the nurse tumbled from a skyscraper in a move that didn't seem entirely accidental. She heard every bone snap as the falling form collided with the concrete, felt the wet scarlet pooling around her, before the ward came back into the view. "Lock the doors," the nurse said. "Nobody leaves until we figure this out." Her eyes were locked on Evelyn the entire time. "Nobody leaves."	I just got back from a 10 hour shift, and I now have access to their hotspots. Which is such a cool experience, because using them is honestly like travelling back to the Stone Age. It's the best history lesson I ever had. So immersive. Post coming before Friday~ XoXo
1,224	23	16	2,300	468	I believe all heroes have their night". Some are glamorous, some epic. Others a small flame that burns through the dry brush of sanity and limits. Some still a torrent that washes all else aside for the desire of justice. The one thing that brings that threads through them all is fortune. A fortuitous opportunity where they are thrust into a world, or--in my case--make the decision to leap, head first, into that insatiable call to Protect and Save." --Feral. Source: Life's 1993 Issue: "In The Shadow of Justice: Vigilantes and Heroes" "It All Started Somewhere" There's a nondescript building in the midst of Larissa, with nothing incredible permeating from its walls, no notable events. Just an 8 story building, taking up half a block, abandoned for half a decade. 30 years old, sturdily built, this building holds no remarkable history. It's open ground floor has been subjected to light graffiti and the occasional homeless person, but that is about it. Across the street from this nondescript building sits a branch of Larissa City Bank. A tribute to old architecture, the bank has been the second largest location of Larissa City Banks for close to 20 years, at the end of the last century, it was infamous for being 'owned' by the local mafia. Where as most things designed and operated by the nouveau riche tend to be gaudy and boisterous, the Larissa City Bank mixed the old with the new tastefully. A touch of modern flair and attention mixed with the classic stoutness of old money. Gothic columns and white mrable pillars adorn the front. The building itself is an embodiment of the power once held in Larissa. Its grandeur taking away from all else around it. Such is the beauty of Larissa. That kind of beauty can tend to attract untoward thoughts and malicious intent. Countless individuals have given into this greed and malcontent, trying to stage heist after heist on the financial monument. Such so that the security and insurance company "Loren & Salander" have personally seen to the safety of such a building against almost any and all attacks, from enemies lurking in the shadows. But what do you do when your enemy strides to the front door? Olympus District: Larissa City Bank 10:49 PM Allen Ventus smirked, the glint of his meticulously whitened teeth still shining in the freshly settled night. He held an empty plastic case out which he promptly dropped, a show of his success. "All camera-feed loops have been set," he announced. "Next time, give me a task I can actually push myself on." Ren Garrow game a sall huff of acknowledgement as he stepped forward, crushing the small case. Working with a partner already didn't suit him. And then making it a show-off speedster? He wondered if he'd get any compensation for just killing the partner. But, he wouldn't have to worry long, the job was just about finished. That thought on repeat helped him maintain a level mind. "Good, now we just wait for them to kick in. Client said ten minutes, correct?" Ventus turned and faced the Larissa City Bank. "Yep. Too bad they don't move as fast as me." Garrow failed to suppress a grimace. Ventus was too young, not just in years, but in spirit. He thought this was a game. "Just shut up and let me charge," he ordered, shoving the 21-year old away from him. At 26, he felt he knew this game, but something didn't feel right. This heist felt...well too straightforward. The pair stood atop that nondescript building across from Larissa City Bank and waited while the last of the non-security personnel left the building. After this night, they'd be a pair of rich men. ---Kalvin--- -That move last time you did at the end? Patriotic. I saluted ;) -lol, I guess -Haha, y just I guess? Not an All-American gal? -Baby, I'm as American as a fly shitting in your apple pie :D. But yeah... prolly bc I didnt think u were THAT good ;P -Aha! What?? -Oh yeah? Is that a challenge? -Can you handle one? -I'll take that as a yes. How about a "re-match"? -... -Only if we can step it up a notch -...? -How many times have you had a girl like me under the stars? ;) -baby, I dont think I have...what do you have in mind? -...maybe a rooftop night with beer, bike talk and...other things...? -I've always been a fan of those...other things. -Oh good! Meet up at 10:30? I'll send you the address -Sounds good babe, I hope ur ready -I always am. It'll be a night for you to remember for sure ;P ---Andy--- (Tones) Ringing 1 2 3 4 5 6 "Your call has been forwarded to an automatic voice message system.-- Err..Hi yes, this is Andy Williams is not available. At the tone, please record your message. When you are finished recording, you may hange up or Press 1 for more options-- (Beep) " Hello this message is for Andrew Williams. Hi Andy, it's Mackenzie Zales from Dr. Maddison's office. I hope everything has been fine with you, and you know we like seeing you at your best! We apologize at how sudden this is, but Dr. Maddison would like to invite you to a tech opening tonight--er I'm sorry, a pacemaker tech opening tonight. Apparently it's a small unveiling and word from your insurance is that--because it's passed the experimental trial, it's covered by them! Dr. Maddison is friends with spearhead of the project Dr. Yokai and was able to get invited. If you're free tonight at 8, she would love to bring you with her so you can see the tech first hand and possibly decide to get on the waiting list. If anything--don't tell her I said this--it's free food and alcohol, good music and you can totally probably score a to go!--but anyway...she hopes you'll join her. And should you not decline, there'll be a car waiting to pick you up at 8. She says you can call her on her cell for direct contact. Have a good one, Andy!" (Click) ---Miles--- Mrs. Kasha Davis was not happy. Her original schedule had her home at least an hour ago at 9, but of course when dealing with those damn Italians, one had better just toss their plans to the wind. She shouldered her bag of red wine bottles and sighed. It couldn't be helped, they made the best wine in the city and her sangria simply did not tolerate that mass brand nonsense. Mr. Davis had called her a number of times, though after hearing the thinly veiled rage in her voice, he'd kept his pestering to a minimum. "Honestly," she mumbled to herself, heading out of the Little Italy part of town, "who has a computer that glitches for a full hour? Just turn it off and back on again....breeders". She shook her head furiously, checking off all the things she'd have to move around for tomorrow. The upcoming Sunday brunch could thankfully be saved, but the theme planning time was completely out of the window. "And God kill me if Beverly Lesley comments one more time on my Tuscan themes--I just can't do another Tuscan theme again, can I?" She tuttled on as she went, completely immersed in problems amounting to nothing. "..And God, he's probably going to bring that drunk Karen. She.....relieved herself in the longhorn skull last time. Can't have that again...But does that mean no sangria?" Almost in response to her question--upon passing an alleyway-- Mrs. Kasha Davis felt a presence beside her and her step faltered. In that instant, a hand reached from the shadows of that alleyway and gripped Mrs. Davis' arm with brute force. The grip hurt and Mrs. Davis cried out in pain, her voice ringing out from years of stand up performances and stage acting. She was flung to the ground and a slender dark figure darted out ahead of her, her purse in his hands. Well--more of a tote bag--as Mr. Davis alwasy put, poking fun at its almost comically large size. But designer was designer for Mrs. Kasha Davis, and she made sure she got proper mileage out of the piece of the storage. It was amazing the thief moved with such easy, for the bag was pretty heavy. It was currently filled with her personal effects and most preciously-- "MY WINE!" she bellowed, scrabbling to her feet. "My sangria! Oh God....MY BRUNCH!" rage met her as she took off one of her shoes and darted to the edge of the alley, poised to put her college shot put years and All-Girls State Finals aim to good use. But the perp was already fading into the distance. The further he got, the larger her frustration. Until just a few sparse seconds later... "Which way did he go? Don't worry, I got 'im!"	\| NAME(S): \| Miles Alexander Bergeron \| NICKNAME(S): \| Really just Miles, or Milaminute when he’s telling a story. \| ALIAS(ES): \| PsycheOut \| D.O.B.: \| 10/10/2001 \| AGE: \| 15 \| SEX: \| Nope \| SEXUALITY: \| Asexual \| APPEARANCE: \| Now coming to the tail end of his second round of that awkward “teenage development”, Miles is still adjusting to his latest growth spurt (standing at 5’8”). He’s more on the slender side, weighing in at around 120. His hazel eyes are typical filled with mirth and it’s quite easy to make him laugh. Fashion alludes him, even though his older cousin Illani has tried her best to help the poor kid out. He typically sticks to colored tees and fitted pants, ideal attire for getting into after-school shenanigans. \| ABILITIES/SKILLS: \| Magipsychic Energy Manipulation On the night of November 17, 2013 Miles snuck into his Grandfather’s study, searching for things he shouldn’t have been. Magical objects lined the wall but he made a beeline for a simple yet elegant crystal pyramid known as the Crystallis Memora. Upon placing his hands on it, such concentrated magic, Miles reacted to it. His dormant Minerva Hype (Pyschometry and Vague Aura Reading) gene was activated in response, flooding him with his grandfather’s memories. The trauma was such that his own magic was activated in defense, mingling with his hype gene, it threw up a psychic defense: a magic empowered psychic manifestation that shielded him from the expulsion of magic defense that was sent out from the Crystallis Memora. “Sticky Hands” - Primarily, Miles is able to generate psychic extensions of his own hands. His control over the hands allows him to enlarge them about roughly the size of a couch. He can use these hands to grab things, swat enemies and the like. He can only extend the “Sticky Hands” to about 10 feet and he can only produce two of them, stemming from his fists. Though they don’t feel pain, if they were to be severed or cleaved, Miles would feel it. “Dome Time” - By expelling psychic and magic energy at once, Miles is able to quickly “harden” it, creating a barrier to block physical attacks and psychic attacks. It doesn’t do well against most psychic attacks as of now, while Miles still has a way to go. As for the physical attacks, it can withstand multiple rounds of bullets. However, Miles can generally only hold the dome for about 120 seconds. 60 seconds if he widens it accommodate more people. “Fitz” - is the name Miles would come to call his initial manifestation of energy that saved him that night. Since then, Miles has only been able to generate a full Fitz twice, and both situations left him unconscious for a day. Fitz stands at about 6 and a half feet and encompasses Miles. In this form, Fitz is able to expel a limited number of psionic-magic blasts before his form is compromised. He is highly durable and mobile, but Miles is hard-pressed to hold his form for more than 5 minutes. him was a Magipsychic Energy manifestation. The name is mainly his way of describing what he can do in one term. Fitz has shown no external sentience besides Miles’ own. Miles is unconscious while Fitz is in full form and should he be woken, Fitz disappears immediately. He can typically only be woken by mental means as noises don’t affect him. \| BACKSTORY: \| It sucks when you know exactly where you went wrong. That one decision that led to This, and from This you wound up with That. That put you There and without a care you end up Here. November 17th, 2013. ’In front of this damn crystal. Always this crystal. I know this black, this dark. Why am I still afraid?’ Does the knowing make it better? I don’t think it does. ’I just wanted to learn the secrets of magic like the rest of the Bergeron family. My family’. Which is admirable, a man for the family, right? Especially when as a member of this Magni family, you still hadn’t shown any magical inclinations. No knowledge of the denotation of magic. ’It’s her fault. I can’t help thinking it and feeling certain of it. It’s her fault for making me a half-breed. Some human and Homo Magnus combination….. But she tried her best, gave unconditional love to a child ostracized by the rest of the Bergeron family in Louisiana. And a father who had left before the pee on the stick could even turn blue. But even with no husband, being a mother was always at the forefront of her mind. ’Life was awesome, before 10. Always her and me and Cousin Bebe. Any day was a new adventure, and I knew was that our family was supposed to be a special one because we were on of the first free black families. That’s what they always told us. Why couldn’t they have just told us the truth? I could have started to learn earlier maybe. Something that wouldn’t have put me….here…’ But a Bergeron child displays magic 7, on average. 5 if they are gifted and 10 if they’re a late bloomer. And then there are the Others, the Others that never do. Only a few in the history of Bergeron, but their lives are something to be dreaded. ’Dreaded heavily, as I soon came to find out. I just wanted to get away, I didn’t care at first. But the Bergeron family wouldn’t accept another “failure”. How do you excommunicate a child? From a family? And...I could see how much it hurt my mom. I couldn’t do that to her. I never imagined... Oh that imagination. Overactive, always creating a scenario, an imaginary friend. Some that lasted longer than others. The boy with the mind that could go a lightyear a minute, the family always said. They had such high hopes in that imagination, that wonderment. Second only to that uncanny intuition for reading people. Maybe it meant the birth of another prodigy. Then age 5 went by, while 7 slinked over the hill 2 years later and 10 didn’t want rear its head of reality. But I guess not even the greatest can halt the flow of time. ’And that’s when they saw I was one of the Others. The smiles disappeared, uncles stopped clapping me on the back, aunts were hard pressed to invite me to family birthdays and even my cousins looked at me a little sideways. I hated it.’ Endured it for 2 years, until enough had passed enough and was starting to trickle into the realm of violent resentment. ’Because no matter how hard I tried to learn it, magic just wouldn’t come to me. And I got to wonderin’...wonderin’ and plottin’. And that’s when Grandpa Remy-Lou’s Crystallis Memora started tinkling just a bit brighter. None of the other cousin’s knew what it was really for. But I figured it out and he told me years back. Everything that he’s ever learned and experienced, as the current Patriarch of the family. Passed down to the next, and so on. He’d been prepping it for the next heir. There it sat, in the midst of his study, deceived as a forgotten simple decoration. ’It was better that way, he said. That way no one would ever suspect it. And I got curious. Just one touch, was all. Maybe I could learn his trick, see his cheats...but I didn’t expect...I didn’t expect the pain. So many flashes of the hurt. That anger, pain, death...so many people. And then, nothing. But it’s okay to not remember. Sometimes, it’s even better that way. ’Curiosity killed the cat, but what if there was never any satisfaction to bring it back. What happens to it then, my little sly friend. What are you left with?’ You’re left with you and me. \| MOTIVATION/OBJECTIVE: \| Since leaving the Bergeron family, Miles has actually experienced a sense of freedom. He’s an intelligent kid and an innocently presumptuous one at that, he just wants to help and on another level, he wants to prove himself. Become something the Bergeron family never expected. \| SUPPORTING CAST: \| WIP So Far: -Claire Bergeron: Miles’ mother. A magni herself, she sealed her powers in a vow of solitude with her son when their family attempted to Ex-Communicate him. Now that Miles is older, she’s debating telling him this information. -Belina-Brooks “Bebe” Jackson: Miles’ cousin and childhood friend. -Ilani Marie Jackson: Miles’ older cousin. She’s more like an older sister, having lived with him and his mother for a few years. \| REFERENCE POST(S): \| .....my intro to Rise of the Mavericks should probably be weight enough. XoXo \| NOTES: \| I think me and Ray-J could be friend, if we ain’t love the same bitch Yeah he mighta hit it first, only problem is I’m rich (I’m rich).
1,225	23	17	1,655	862	ANDREW LARISSA \| The Sound May 2016 Buses were boring. Seriously. Booooooring. Ordinarily, Andrew wasn’t exactly against a chance to just sit around, exert no effort to get where he was going, and people watch. Free entertainment, right? There was some expense, but not as bad as having to pay for the gas himself. And maybe boring was too strongly neutral. Boring implied that he wasn’t finding the kids loudly proclaiming their right to ring the bell whenever the answer to ‘Is it this stop?’ was a yes amusing. Or that the punk kid with the mohawk, were those back in? Had they left? Did he care? who kept almost skewering the girl behind him every time the bus jolted and then apologizing profusely while a taller guy beside him had to lean out of the way wasn’t absolutely hilarious. Apologetic tough guys were funny. But what boring couldn’t cover was the reek of too many people jammed into too close a space, jostling for elbow room and not quite holding each other up through unwelcome invasion of personal space. Mornings were doable. People were tired, yawning, mostly asleep on their feet anyway, and those that weren’t still had the energy to smile and remember their manners. It was going home at the end of the work day, sweaty and grimy and probably not too sweet smelling himself, that really did in the idea of wonderful humanity. Buses were hell. Too strong? Meh, he missed his bike. And his face felt like an elephant was stepping on it. Or maybe sitting, since it was stuffy enough he was finding it hard to breathe. He just knew the bruise would be some godawful shade of lemony green and aubergine, or something pretentiously difficult to miss. He probably had a bit of a black eye, too. Dirt lining his shirt collar and in his shoes, between his sweaty toes, and it wasn’t even that warm outside. Buses had their own climate. He was tired, hungry, bruised, aching and could not wait to get a room temperature shower when he got home. Then, ideally, he’d just have fallen face down on the couch and started snoring. Out like a light. Unfortunately, he had a prior engagement slightly more important than the upholstery. Mackenzie knew him well. Free food and good music was a pretty easy sell for him, since he was working with a low salary, and this opening couldn’t have been timed better if they’d planned it. He’d called his inbox that lunch, received the out of the blue message and promptly called Dr. Maddison. Honestly, he’d been planning on saying thanks, but no thanks, and just booking a regular appointment, but they’d been backed up enough that this might well have been his best opportunity, and booking a surgery for a full operation to replace the lot (which might have been necessary anyway, since they wouldn’t know the full extent of the damage until after the check-up) could have taken the same amount of time as getting in first(-ish) on the waiting list. Dr. Maddison had been able to convince him that it was at least worth checking out. She’d seemed excited, and he knew her well enough to understand that she meant it. No upselling. So, he’d said, yeah, sure, thanks, made an appointment for the next week, earliest convenience in case someone cancelled before then, and wished her a good day right back before hanging up. And now… Now he was regretting letting her talk him into it. He just needed some ice, a few advil, and a long sleep. He didn’t need to socialize. Too late though. It was almost 6. He couldn’t cancel with only two hours to go until the car picked him up. And he’d never liked being wishy washy. He made a decision, he stuck with it. So, like it or not, tired or not, he was going. Hopefully the shower would see him feeling more energetic… **** Showered, cleaned up, cooled off, hydrated, dinner eaten, advil taken… He was a new man. A new man who wasn’t sure what you were supposed to wear to a tech opening. Casual was probably pushing it. Ripped jeans or shorts were a no. He didn’t have a whole lot of options, though. Formal just wasn’t his thing. But he could still look properly put together. As long as he wasn’t sloppily dressed, Janelle had figured he’d be good. And, she’d pointed out, he didn’t have anything that went with his purple face either. He’d thrown his pillow at her. Never trust a girl not to make fun of a guy having wardrobe troubles. She had helped him though, in the end, for which he’d be eternally grateful, otherwise he’d have spent the rest of his time staring into his closet, absolutely lost. Now, he had on nice, dark jeans, a blue dress shirt he couldn’t remember buying, and a jacket because, despite the bus experience, it wasn’t actually that warm, and you never knew if venues had air conditioning. Though, thinking on it now, as a car pulled up and asked if he was going to the opening, Andy? He supposed he might as well have been wondering if they’d have lights, given the most recent electrical troubles. Ah well, as long as no one wanted him to run anywhere tonight, or move his head too fast, he could manage. He liked Dr. Maddison. And since his mood had improved, he was sort of curious about this new tech. Might be interesting, if he could understand any of the explanation. Heh. Well, time to go, he’d find out when he got there, right?	\| NAME: \| Andrew Blythe Williams \| NICKNAME(S): \| Annie, Andy, Drooly, Cherry \| ALIAS: \| Someone else make something up. \| D.O.B.: \| 10/05/1992 \| AGE: \| 23 \| SEX: \| Male \| SEXUALITY: \| Heterosexual \| APPEARANCE: \| At 5’7” and over 180lbs, Andrew is a heavy man in a round rather than intimidating way. With a bit of a paunch, no obvious muscle and a penchant for smiling, he’s about as unthreatening as they come, and he likes it that way. His hair is brown, straight and longer on top than on the sides. It tends towards flyaway fashion due to its thinner wispiness as well as his habit of running his hand through it absentmindedly. He has small brown eyes that, more often than not, are complemented by dark circles beneath them. They are close set under straight, thin eyebrows, with a button of a nose and thin lips. He also has a bit of dark scruff on his cheeks and chin that he keeps short. He is of the opinion it makes him look older. He has no distinguishing birthmarks, only a few small scars on his hands and arms from work or stupid accidents and a raised, angry looking scar about three inches long, running vertically from just under his left collarbone. It leaves him with slight difficulty raising his left arm above his shoulder, but he doesn’t do that very often anyway. Another, older scar runs down the middle of his chest to just past his sternum as a thin, puckered line. His voice is light, with an easy speaking rhythm, though it drops to a lower register when he’s speaking thoughtfully. His clothing choices usually consist of jeans and plain coloured shirts, sometimes vests, with comfortable shoes. Nothing fancy. He wears a medical alert bracelet on his right wrist. \| ABILITIES/SKILLS: \| Density Manipulation. Andrew is able to alter the density of his body and other objects to great extremes. He can lower his density or raise it. With enough practice, he will be capable of stopping the alteration at any point between the two extremes he is capable of, and so, limit the effects it has on his body as well as using the partial changes to different advantage. He is far more familiar with shifting to a lighter density, though he still hasn’t explored all it has to offer, but he has figured out that he can move through objects that are usually considered solid, such as walls, and let moving objects pass through him. He becomes lighter, making it easier to move him or for him to move himself, and he’s used this to move heavier things than he sometimes should, provided they’re small enough to affect the whole of them. He can walk on water and even air, though it’s not easy to move without something a little more solid to push against. He can also cool himself or something else down by lowering the density, and can withstand higher temperatures while his density is lower, but, so far, nothing that isn’t already humanly possible. On the opposite end of the spectrum, while he has yet to realize that he can and so is completely unfamiliar with raising his density, it should have similar, though opposing effects on his physiology. Having a higher density would make it harder to inflict damage to his body or whatever he’s raised the density of. He’d also be harder to move, and far heavier in general(12 tons top weight, currently about 4 tons). At his highest peak, he could stop bullets and speeding cars, but he’d definitely be bruised afterwards. Explosions and heavier weapons would do less damage than usual, but he’d certainly feel it, and extremely small projectiles, like, grain of sand size, might penetrate his skin or pierce his eyes and do almost the same damage they would were he at normal density. Swimming would be impossible and fragile structures could break under him. He’d be stronger though, capable of dragging semis and lifting smaller cars. Though I doubt he’d ever throw them, both for insurance reasons and because he’d need both arms over his head and that hurts. He wouldn’t be able to heat himself up the same as he can cool down, as the latter is due to air movement, but he could gain a little extra heat from densely packed molecules, and would certainly lose heat much slower. Through skin on thing contact, he can affect inanimate objects, and might develop the ability to affect other people, animals and plants, or at the least he’ll keep trying just to see if he can. Separate, small objects are easily isolated and altered, and he has to think about it as little as he thinks about changing his own density. He can change the density of part of a large object, like a wall or the floor or a car door, but it is much harder, and the default shape he manages each time is a circle, unless there’s already a line for his eye to follow, like an archway. With time, he might be able to change that. The amount he can alter is still limited to matching his mass. And provided he hasn’t gone over this limit, he can alter more than one substance at a time just as long as it is in contact with what he’s in contact with. Knows he can -phase through things -walk on water -cool himself off -lighten/phase smaller things He can’t change the density of particular body parts, though he can control the size of the area for other things, with his body it’s all or nothing, and with smaller things, it’s usually all or nothing as well, just by default. With practice and concentration, he might eventually be able to alter only a portion of the object. He has to be touching the thing he wants to affect or the alteration will go back to normal on its own. Usually within 30-60 seconds. So far, he has only been able to affect objects up to his own mass or down to a large pebble. With enough time to stretch his power muscles, the limit might go up by a fair bit, but it won’t go down by much. While he can walk on both water and air, it’s rather like moving on very loose sand. Difficult to do at speed. While he has the potential to maintain the density alterations indefinitely, or at least, for as long as he’s ever bothered to without it turning off on him, neither his heart nor his pacemaker appreciate the changes to their molecular structure. At lower densities, his heart rate speeds up due to the lowered blood pressure and at higher densities it slows down. Both leave him feeling lightheaded and might provoke fainting spells, though the former includes chest pains and the latter puts him at risk of his pacemaker shocking his heart out of sync, which at best means a few seconds of palpitations and at worst an artificially created cardiac arrest that won’t stop until he goes back to normal density and finds a magnet to switch it off and back on or collapses. Depending on his activity levels and amount of density alteration, 5 minutes might be his limit on the short end, though he has managed to walk for half an hour at his lightest before he started to suffer consequences. (This limit only applies to his own body, he can keep a thing’s density altered as long as he wants. And until he gets his pacemaker fixed, he's not at risk of the malfunctioning bit.) Because he needs air to stay alive and there is an unsurprisingly limited amount within most solid objects, he can't stay phased inside them for long unless they are also at a much lighter density to allow airflow. He can only keep up the alteration while conscious. When he changes part of a thing’s density rather than a whole, there can be consequences. Such as raising the density of a car door causing it to become too heavy for the hinges holding it in place. Or making a part of the ceiling lighter might mean the things he didn’t realize were hanging from it fall down. Usually, unless it’s a small wall, the integrity wouldn’t be compromised, but it’s a good idea not to prolong the alteration. Also, there’s no visible change in the object’s appearance except that it might not move in the wind or stop water from moving through it. He has limited, if any, protection against psionic, energy, or electrical(even less) attacks. He can quote all of the Lion King, most of Lilo & Stitch, and still cries when Bambi’s mother dies. He also knows the lyrics to most of the better known Disney songs. He has no idea how this happened, and it has nothing to do with the number of times he’s watched their movies. Nope, nothing. He is a bundle of useless trivia, from bug facts to flower meanings, from historical significance to the average number of people that can fit in an elevator or what the Guinness world record is for how long a chicken lived without its head. He can drive. He knows CPR, first aid, and emergency response protocol. He has taken several self-defense courses, because you never know (and his grandma insisted). He’s probably forgotten more than half of them though. Balloon animals. Fluent in English, yep. Also knows rudimentary Spanish and German. He will try to make whatever food you ask of him, provided you can give him the recipe. It still might not taste great, but he's handy enough in a kitchen. \| BACKSTORY: \| Born in New Alexandria, Andrew didn’t stay there long as his parents very quickly decided to move closer to the bigger hospital on the mainland when his birth came with the major complication of hypoplastic left heart syndrome and the commute between there and home cost too much time and energy, not to mention money they didn’t have. He was in and out of that hospital more times than his parents cared to count over the next several years, occasionally due to false alarms, and his heart acting up, and sometimes from the more usual troubles children can get themselves into. But he was otherwise a happy enough child, eager to make friends and see his grandparents and ride the ferry to get to them. He was just lucky his grandparents had the money set aside for travel to be able to offer some financial help and forego their planned years of vacationing. Although things had started to settle down a little when he was six, he was waiting for a new heart for two years during which his health gradually diminished again. Thankfully, the worst moment that year, was also instrumental in bumping him up the wait list. He went into full cardiac arrest when he was 8 years old, and though they managed to shock his heart into resetting itself, continuing to live was not the only ‘gift’ he thinks that shock gave him. He’s not entirely sure, but he figures something about the electrical impulses combined with the emotional rush must have sparked awake some dormant genes in his cells a few years before puberty might have flipped the switch naturally. Or it triggered something that would have remained quiescent his whole life. Either way, after that day, he had a few accidents that involved falling through things he shouldn’t have fallen through. Like walls and floors… It took him some time, witnesses, and several colourful bruises to realize he wasn’t hallucinating. During this time, he also had a brief fling with his neighbor, who was a nice girl and a good friend, after a talk about boyfriends and girlfriends turned into him admitting that he wasn’t sure he’d get that far. So, she invited him to be her boyfriend, her ‘ghost’ boyfriend after she saw him fall through the counter he was leaning on, which mostly amounted to proudly holding hands when they were together and doing most of the same things as they always had. With an extra side of her encouraging him to figure out the whole falling through things… thing. They talked about lots of things that fall, from her collection of beetles to the sorts of things he’d do once he had his power under control. From their different teachers and the notes he’d missed while dozing off to what they wanted to be when they grew up. She wanted to be an astronaut for a brief stint; he wanted to be a doctor, or a clown. The boyfriend thing lasted about two months before they sort of mutually forgot it and then his family moved again, to a more affordable place in East Beach when the project started up. He didn’t forget her though, or the plans he’d had to be a superhero. But it never amounted to much of anything. Never in the right place at the right time, and he didn’t know anything about saving people. The fact that too much stress on his heart made it act up worse than usual didn’t help. Gradually, the ideals slipped to the side and the power was just this thing he couldn’t do that well anyway. When he finally got his new heart, things were looking up, he was feeling good and there was only one fright when his body tried to reject it. But that cleared up and he avoided all the other risks through chance and a very faithful following of the care plan his doctor put together. So, he focused on school, and friends, and asking the neighbours if they wanted him to mow their lawn or walk their dog for a dollar or three until he was old enough to work. He liked visiting New Alexandria and his maternal grandparents, occasionally managing to convince his grandfather to take him out in his boat (it really wasn’t that hard). He spent plenty of time, too, in figuring out how the whole slipping through walls worked, and what else he could do with it. He showed his grandma, because she always seemed to have the answer to everything, and his parents were fully aware that he was up to something and being sneaky. Ellen probably told them, because they did sit him down to talk to him about behaving responsibly a few days after he’d told her, but they never asked explicitly. Unfortunately, in practicing and being unsure of what he was doing, Andrew wasn’t always balanced in shifting the density of his body, and it had a detrimental effect on the healing nerves around his heart. Eventually, they settled into a far slower heartbeat than was healthy, resulting in regular fainting spells that had his doctor reluctantly suggesting a pacemaker to regulate it. He didn’t enjoy the process, or the feeling of something else making his heart beat, but he got used to it eventually, and now it’s second nature to go through his daily routine with it and to talk about it if he has to. Because although he doesn’t do a lot of travelling, he has occasionally set off a store’s security. He is definitely relieved to be free of the fainting spells though, and has learned to be even more careful with his power than he was, but is far less limited than before. He’s gone through the rest of growing up pretty normally, managing to keep in touch with Janelle, the girl he’d ‘dated,’ and meeting up with her as often as they could manage. He did have one girlfriend in highschool too, though that barely lasted a full school year before she broke up with him at the start of summer. It hurt, but thinking back on it now, he’s not sure how they even lasted that long, given their extremely different approaches to practically everything. He got a job as a grocery store clerk where he used his power to shelve heavy things until he graduated. Then he followed Janelle to the university campus since he liked spending time with her and wanted a change of scenery anyway. They rent an apartment together in the Sound while his parents have moved back to New Alexandria to live with his grandfather. He took a semester of classes with an undeclared major, but found his attention constantly drifting no matter what class he was taking and decided not to use up his money until he could figure out what he wanted to take and stick with it. He has stayed on as groundskeeper though, and is saving up what he can while he works out what he wants to do with his life. The explosion’s left him with a faulty pacemaker and, although he doesn’t realize it yet, the other side of his power’s spectrum. He’s more concerned about his friends and family being okay than he is about himself though. \| MOTIVATION/OBJECTIVE: \| Andrew’s daily goals include making the most of the opportunities he’s given, having fun, and brightening at least one stranger’s day. He doesn’t have the means to make it big or hugely generous, but if he can do something for someone else, he’s going to try; handing over small change or giving a bit of his time or just offering an encouraging compliment are easy to do and a good habit to have, he figures. His motivation comes from wanting to do something with his life to give back to a community that helped his family through hard times. He just hasn’t managed to figure out quite what he’s capable of or what he wants to do. Maybe it’s the lingering childhood disappointment that superhero isn’t a viable career move, but part of him isn’t sure anything he thinks of would be enough. \| SUPPORTING CAST: \| Bailey & Harrison Williams – Mother and Father Andrew is close to both of his parents, often getting into emoji wars with his mother and watergun fights with his dad. He tries to get out to see them at least once a month, and usually manages more. He is greatly appreciative of everything they’ve done for him and the support they still offer, whether it be through tough love or just telling him to take a chance because he only lives once. They’ve been together since their own high school days and although they aren’t always obvious about their love, Andrew’s rarely seen them fight and swears they can read each other’s minds. Bailey is an aspiring writer who leads tours and assists researchers depending on the season, and Harrison works as an archivist at the New Alexandria campus. Dietrich Best – Grandfather Rough around the edges and still bitching about the bridge that ruined the ferry business, even though there’s still some tourists that want to ride on them, Dietrich isn’t the most forthrightly kind person you’ll ever meet. But he has a gruff voice and an easier temper than his sharp tone implies and a great deal of love in his heart, for all he finds it hard to show. He and Andrew are often co-conspirators when it comes to getting into mischief. His spirit’s dwindled since his wife died, burning a little more fitfully, and his mind’s starting to wander, but he’s still a force to be reckoned with in his lucid moments. He worked on the Regal ferry from 14 to 65, with a break only for the war. Ellen Best – Grandmother(deceased) She was her grandson’s bestest friend, her daughter’s greatest supporter, the harshest critic of her son-in-law, and the light of her husband’s life. Now that she’s gone, they all feel her absence, and for all it’s been eight years, Andrew still catches himself sometimes thinking that he’s found something she’d love to hear about. Janelle Foss – Best Friend and Roommate Friends since before they can remember, they had an on again, off again method of keeping up with each other during their school years when they were living across the city, but now that they live in the same apartment, they’ve given each other pseudo-sibling status and bicker about the rent while leaving silly little notes around the place for each other in the hopes of winning a smile. She knows about his power and his heart problems and his penchant for singing Disney songs in the shower. He knows about her string of weird boyfriends and very real crush on Gerald Butler and fear of driving. They’ve both agreed that if no one comes along for them by the time they’re 35, she’ll pity marry him and he’ll settle for what he can get. \| REFERENCE POST(S): \| Link One Link Two Link Three \| NOTES: \| Left-handed. Writing looks like this. Is an organ donor. He has a card. Also has a pacemaker ID card so he can flash it around when he sets a security alarm off and people start questioning his morals. Volunteers off and on at the children’s hospital. Collaboration and character driving noted.
1,226	23	18	2,300	468	Andrew 08:03 PM Andrew’s eyes would be greeted by a spacious interior, low lighting and an enticing fragrance--that scent-- that tickled his nose. The pre-poured glass of champagne with accompanying bottle and ice bucket might tickle his fancy. But alas, that damn scent would tickle his nose, causing him to breathe in more it’s aroma. Plush faux leather (Animal Rights and all that, amirite?) would invite an instant sense of relaxation giving poor Andrew no standing chance against the comfort. Tempted into sitting back and enjoying the ride and that damn scent, Andrew would breathe in more of the airborne sedative, eventually succumbing to its effects. Frederick knew this as he pulled up to pick up the kid. Hell, it was his luxury car. He specialized in….procurement for “discrete” individuals. Where the kid thought he was going must have been an involved event, from his attire. “Such a shame.” Frederick mumbled, as he drove to his destination. In his line of work, you got paid well. More than well, in fact. But, not to ask questions. “I gotta find out where he got that shirt from.” Ram 10:31 Her skin had glistened with an ethereal ebony shine, naturally smooth and soft. She’d smelled of cocoa and CoCo in complimenting parts, a blend of sweet and bodied. They’d connected briefly, but intensely, lovers for just an encounter. She was beginning to forget his voice and he didn’t know her name. But nonetheless, she weakly let out a breathless “Have a... good night,” as he closed the door to her loft. It was an ideal situation for him, and Arturo Ramon “Ram” Plateado left his mystery lovers loft with an irresistible smirk prominent on his face. ’Oh, it’s been a good night indeed.’ Miles 10:38 Miles tore off after the figure, a devilish grin underneath his cowl. ’Finally, some action!’ The figure was already turning down another alley by the time Miles began to keep pace, so he turned with it, delving into the waiting darkness with abandon. He reached out with his hand and urged Fitz’s hand to extend from it, latching onto the second level of a fire escape. Pulling himself up in an arc, he extended his other arm and stretched Fitz’s right arm to grab a window sill. He made his way down the alley, closing the gap between the purse snatcher and himself. Andrew 10:46 PM Andrew would likely awake from the jostle from his cuffs deactivating. Their time release expired, they quickly lose power, dropping him to the floor. His formal clothes replaced with a type of carbon reinforced fitted jacket and undershirt. His pant were made of the same material. Looking around the empty and large area, he would find it to be the open first floor of a nondescript building. Only a table with two small, square objects that appeared to be phones, sat in the room. Miles 10:43 PM The snatcher moved quickly, but the barriers in the alley worked to Miles’ favor as he Released Fitz’s arms and came down on top of the thief, curled and poised to deliver a kick to the criminals back. ’Stay tucked, wait until the last second---and NOW!’ He kicked out with his feet using all of his force. His feet connected with something hard and solid. He hardly stumbled while Miles landed on his back and butt, more confused than bruised. ”What the….?” He asked with a groan. What the hell was on this person? The thief didn’t turn back to look at Miles, nor acknowledged him in any way, it simply began running again. ”Asshole!” Miles called after him as he began his chase anew. The criminal took a left, as did he. Then a right, while so did Miles. Coming out on a rather empty street, Miles noticed the figure a ways up, heading into a rather nondescript building. ”Oh yeah? Let’s do this,” Miles said to himself as he charged the rest of the way forward, determined to bring that purse back. He burst through the room and saw a figure standing in the center of the room. His target! Tough or not, Miles was getting that purse back. He took a running start before diving forward onto his target.	\| NAME(S): \| Miles Alexander Bergeron \| NICKNAME(S): \| Really just Miles, or Milaminute when he’s telling a story. \| ALIAS(ES): \| PsycheOut \| D.O.B.: \| 10/10/2001 \| AGE: \| 15 \| SEX: \| Nope \| SEXUALITY: \| Asexual \| APPEARANCE: \| Now coming to the tail end of his second round of that awkward “teenage development”, Miles is still adjusting to his latest growth spurt (standing at 5’8”). He’s more on the slender side, weighing in at around 120. His hazel eyes are typical filled with mirth and it’s quite easy to make him laugh. Fashion alludes him, even though his older cousin Illani has tried her best to help the poor kid out. He typically sticks to colored tees and fitted pants, ideal attire for getting into after-school shenanigans. \| ABILITIES/SKILLS: \| Magipsychic Energy Manipulation On the night of November 17, 2013 Miles snuck into his Grandfather’s study, searching for things he shouldn’t have been. Magical objects lined the wall but he made a beeline for a simple yet elegant crystal pyramid known as the Crystallis Memora. Upon placing his hands on it, such concentrated magic, Miles reacted to it. His dormant Minerva Hype (Pyschometry and Vague Aura Reading) gene was activated in response, flooding him with his grandfather’s memories. The trauma was such that his own magic was activated in defense, mingling with his hype gene, it threw up a psychic defense: a magic empowered psychic manifestation that shielded him from the expulsion of magic defense that was sent out from the Crystallis Memora. “Sticky Hands” - Primarily, Miles is able to generate psychic extensions of his own hands. His control over the hands allows him to enlarge them about roughly the size of a couch. He can use these hands to grab things, swat enemies and the like. He can only extend the “Sticky Hands” to about 10 feet and he can only produce two of them, stemming from his fists. Though they don’t feel pain, if they were to be severed or cleaved, Miles would feel it. “Dome Time” - By expelling psychic and magic energy at once, Miles is able to quickly “harden” it, creating a barrier to block physical attacks and psychic attacks. It doesn’t do well against most psychic attacks as of now, while Miles still has a way to go. As for the physical attacks, it can withstand multiple rounds of bullets. However, Miles can generally only hold the dome for about 120 seconds. 60 seconds if he widens it accommodate more people. “Fitz” - is the name Miles would come to call his initial manifestation of energy that saved him that night. Since then, Miles has only been able to generate a full Fitz twice, and both situations left him unconscious for a day. Fitz stands at about 6 and a half feet and encompasses Miles. In this form, Fitz is able to expel a limited number of psionic-magic blasts before his form is compromised. He is highly durable and mobile, but Miles is hard-pressed to hold his form for more than 5 minutes. him was a Magipsychic Energy manifestation. The name is mainly his way of describing what he can do in one term. Fitz has shown no external sentience besides Miles’ own. Miles is unconscious while Fitz is in full form and should he be woken, Fitz disappears immediately. He can typically only be woken by mental means as noises don’t affect him. \| BACKSTORY: \| It sucks when you know exactly where you went wrong. That one decision that led to This, and from This you wound up with That. That put you There and without a care you end up Here. November 17th, 2013. ’In front of this damn crystal. Always this crystal. I know this black, this dark. Why am I still afraid?’ Does the knowing make it better? I don’t think it does. ’I just wanted to learn the secrets of magic like the rest of the Bergeron family. My family’. Which is admirable, a man for the family, right? Especially when as a member of this Magni family, you still hadn’t shown any magical inclinations. No knowledge of the denotation of magic. ’It’s her fault. I can’t help thinking it and feeling certain of it. It’s her fault for making me a half-breed. Some human and Homo Magnus combination….. But she tried her best, gave unconditional love to a child ostracized by the rest of the Bergeron family in Louisiana. And a father who had left before the pee on the stick could even turn blue. But even with no husband, being a mother was always at the forefront of her mind. ’Life was awesome, before 10. Always her and me and Cousin Bebe. Any day was a new adventure, and I knew was that our family was supposed to be a special one because we were on of the first free black families. That’s what they always told us. Why couldn’t they have just told us the truth? I could have started to learn earlier maybe. Something that wouldn’t have put me….here…’ But a Bergeron child displays magic 7, on average. 5 if they are gifted and 10 if they’re a late bloomer. And then there are the Others, the Others that never do. Only a few in the history of Bergeron, but their lives are something to be dreaded. ’Dreaded heavily, as I soon came to find out. I just wanted to get away, I didn’t care at first. But the Bergeron family wouldn’t accept another “failure”. How do you excommunicate a child? From a family? And...I could see how much it hurt my mom. I couldn’t do that to her. I never imagined... Oh that imagination. Overactive, always creating a scenario, an imaginary friend. Some that lasted longer than others. The boy with the mind that could go a lightyear a minute, the family always said. They had such high hopes in that imagination, that wonderment. Second only to that uncanny intuition for reading people. Maybe it meant the birth of another prodigy. Then age 5 went by, while 7 slinked over the hill 2 years later and 10 didn’t want rear its head of reality. But I guess not even the greatest can halt the flow of time. ’And that’s when they saw I was one of the Others. The smiles disappeared, uncles stopped clapping me on the back, aunts were hard pressed to invite me to family birthdays and even my cousins looked at me a little sideways. I hated it.’ Endured it for 2 years, until enough had passed enough and was starting to trickle into the realm of violent resentment. ’Because no matter how hard I tried to learn it, magic just wouldn’t come to me. And I got to wonderin’...wonderin’ and plottin’. And that’s when Grandpa Remy-Lou’s Crystallis Memora started tinkling just a bit brighter. None of the other cousin’s knew what it was really for. But I figured it out and he told me years back. Everything that he’s ever learned and experienced, as the current Patriarch of the family. Passed down to the next, and so on. He’d been prepping it for the next heir. There it sat, in the midst of his study, deceived as a forgotten simple decoration. ’It was better that way, he said. That way no one would ever suspect it. And I got curious. Just one touch, was all. Maybe I could learn his trick, see his cheats...but I didn’t expect...I didn’t expect the pain. So many flashes of the hurt. That anger, pain, death...so many people. And then, nothing. But it’s okay to not remember. Sometimes, it’s even better that way. ’Curiosity killed the cat, but what if there was never any satisfaction to bring it back. What happens to it then, my little sly friend. What are you left with?’ You’re left with you and me. \| MOTIVATION/OBJECTIVE: \| Since leaving the Bergeron family, Miles has actually experienced a sense of freedom. He’s an intelligent kid and an innocently presumptuous one at that, he just wants to help and on another level, he wants to prove himself. Become something the Bergeron family never expected. \| SUPPORTING CAST: \| WIP So Far: -Claire Bergeron: Miles’ mother. A magni herself, she sealed her powers in a vow of solitude with her son when their family attempted to Ex-Communicate him. Now that Miles is older, she’s debating telling him this information. -Belina-Brooks “Bebe” Jackson: Miles’ cousin and childhood friend. -Ilani Marie Jackson: Miles’ older cousin. She’s more like an older sister, having lived with him and his mother for a few years. \| REFERENCE POST(S): \| .....my intro to Rise of the Mavericks should probably be weight enough. XoXo \| NOTES: \| I think me and Ray-J could be friend, if we ain’t love the same bitch Yeah he mighta hit it first, only problem is I’m rich (I’m rich).
1,227	23	19	1,655	862	ANDREW Nice car, friendly enough face in the driver’s seat and damn, was that champagne? Someone was splurging, and he hoped this wasn’t coming out of his wallet. Or Dr. Maddison’s. Still, as he settled into his seat, Andrew took advantage of an opportunity he hadn’t expected, shoulders slumping, back loose, feet stretched out because why not use all that leg room. But the best bit, the most excellent surprise, was the ice bucket. Who knew coincidence could be such a lovely thing? Andrew pulled out the handkerchief he’d stuffed in his pocket out of habit more than necessity, since he tended to use them at work to clean his hands and they weren’t exactly white anymore. He then took some of that ice, grinning at the tightness of the chill against his fingers, wrapped it up in the linen square and leaned back with it pressed against his cheek. It was too late to do much good, but better late than never, and it felt like bliss anyway. It could chase away the impending headache, at the very least, he hoped. He relaxed with his head back, trusting, perhaps more than he should have, that the driver knew where he was supposed to go, and took a deep breath of satisfaction. Maybe this thing wasn’t going to be so bad, after all. **** He was so, so very wrong. And confused. But mostly wrong. Extremely confused. He didn’t land gently. He’d never been light on his feet. But when the handcuffs let him go, he was still dozing just enough that he didn’t need to tell his knees to bend. They weren’t about to hold him up anyway, and down he went. Hello again, floor. This felt awfully familiar. Except this floor needed a lot more than a simple vacuum. It could do with a leaf blower and a scrubbing. Maybe some bleach. It probably wasn’t that bad, but it wasn’t his floor, and that meant he wanted to get his face off of it as quickly as possible. Thankfully, he didn’t see any feet about, so he hadn’t managed to thoroughly embarrass himself with the fainting, though that it had happened twice in one day, and he couldn’t remember getting out… of… the- Yeah, okay, no, off the floor, now! Disoriented or not. Throbbing skull or not (well, he needed the skull, but he could do without the throbbing). He shoved himself onto his knees with a groan, motivated more by the chance to get a hand to his face and make sure it was still generally face shaped, the way it was complaining about the jostling, than by the whole, getting up off the floor thing. But he stared about him with growing concern, and took far less time to get his feet under his body and force himself upright than his head would have liked. The wall helped, the more restrictive material he was wearing did not. “Th’ hell isis?” His words slurred together in some small panic and bleary not wanting to understand as he plucked at the jacket he didn’t recognize. “There a dress code I missed?” Joking at empty walls didn’t work as well as one might like, when one was forced to try it out for themselves. No one laughed. Not even a forced chuckle to break the ice creeping up his spine. Something was very, very wrong. But why was he wearing… Whatever the hell he was wearing? Where were his pants? His shirt? His phone? Where was he?! Looking around, one hand still on the wall, the other trying to hold his head together, Andrew finally saw the table. Adrenaline helped him take the first step and then he was almost racing for it, hopeful that there’d be some hint as to what was going on. Please let it be a really fucked up prank. He didn’t make it to the table though. Halfway there and his footsteps started to echo. He turned to make sure he was still alone, because it seemed worse to go through this with someone watching, and didn’t even have the chance to register more than kid-shape before he decided, without actually thinking about it, that this was going to hurt. “Oof!” Was now a statement of protest, pain, breathlessness, and swears. The body slammed into him. But before they could both hit the floor, their momentum pushed a suddenly lighter Andrew just that little bit farther, slipping out of the kid’s reach even as he skidded through the floor and finally fetched up on the other side of the table. Down again, and halfway vanished into the ground, the young man glared at the ceiling as hard as his now splitting headache would allow, and slowly pushed himself back onto solid ground and sitting up, leaning on his arms and making sure he wasn’t about to get attacked again before he raised his density. But since fate seemed to be conspiring against him, or it was some kind of sign, he decided not to risk standing again. Floors were safer. You couldn’t fall if you never got up. He tended to keep that saying for the literal moments, since it was depressing as all get out, but just now, it seemed highly appropriate. So, from his seated position, heart hammering, head trying to break open, bruised, confused but glaring, Andrew eyed this gung-ho stranger with all the suspicion he could muster. “What the hell was that for?”	\| NAME: \| Andrew Blythe Williams \| NICKNAME(S): \| Annie, Andy, Drooly, Cherry \| ALIAS: \| Someone else make something up. \| D.O.B.: \| 10/05/1992 \| AGE: \| 23 \| SEX: \| Male \| SEXUALITY: \| Heterosexual \| APPEARANCE: \| At 5’7” and over 180lbs, Andrew is a heavy man in a round rather than intimidating way. With a bit of a paunch, no obvious muscle and a penchant for smiling, he’s about as unthreatening as they come, and he likes it that way. His hair is brown, straight and longer on top than on the sides. It tends towards flyaway fashion due to its thinner wispiness as well as his habit of running his hand through it absentmindedly. He has small brown eyes that, more often than not, are complemented by dark circles beneath them. They are close set under straight, thin eyebrows, with a button of a nose and thin lips. He also has a bit of dark scruff on his cheeks and chin that he keeps short. He is of the opinion it makes him look older. He has no distinguishing birthmarks, only a few small scars on his hands and arms from work or stupid accidents and a raised, angry looking scar about three inches long, running vertically from just under his left collarbone. It leaves him with slight difficulty raising his left arm above his shoulder, but he doesn’t do that very often anyway. Another, older scar runs down the middle of his chest to just past his sternum as a thin, puckered line. His voice is light, with an easy speaking rhythm, though it drops to a lower register when he’s speaking thoughtfully. His clothing choices usually consist of jeans and plain coloured shirts, sometimes vests, with comfortable shoes. Nothing fancy. He wears a medical alert bracelet on his right wrist. \| ABILITIES/SKILLS: \| Density Manipulation. Andrew is able to alter the density of his body and other objects to great extremes. He can lower his density or raise it. With enough practice, he will be capable of stopping the alteration at any point between the two extremes he is capable of, and so, limit the effects it has on his body as well as using the partial changes to different advantage. He is far more familiar with shifting to a lighter density, though he still hasn’t explored all it has to offer, but he has figured out that he can move through objects that are usually considered solid, such as walls, and let moving objects pass through him. He becomes lighter, making it easier to move him or for him to move himself, and he’s used this to move heavier things than he sometimes should, provided they’re small enough to affect the whole of them. He can walk on water and even air, though it’s not easy to move without something a little more solid to push against. He can also cool himself or something else down by lowering the density, and can withstand higher temperatures while his density is lower, but, so far, nothing that isn’t already humanly possible. On the opposite end of the spectrum, while he has yet to realize that he can and so is completely unfamiliar with raising his density, it should have similar, though opposing effects on his physiology. Having a higher density would make it harder to inflict damage to his body or whatever he’s raised the density of. He’d also be harder to move, and far heavier in general(12 tons top weight, currently about 4 tons). At his highest peak, he could stop bullets and speeding cars, but he’d definitely be bruised afterwards. Explosions and heavier weapons would do less damage than usual, but he’d certainly feel it, and extremely small projectiles, like, grain of sand size, might penetrate his skin or pierce his eyes and do almost the same damage they would were he at normal density. Swimming would be impossible and fragile structures could break under him. He’d be stronger though, capable of dragging semis and lifting smaller cars. Though I doubt he’d ever throw them, both for insurance reasons and because he’d need both arms over his head and that hurts. He wouldn’t be able to heat himself up the same as he can cool down, as the latter is due to air movement, but he could gain a little extra heat from densely packed molecules, and would certainly lose heat much slower. Through skin on thing contact, he can affect inanimate objects, and might develop the ability to affect other people, animals and plants, or at the least he’ll keep trying just to see if he can. Separate, small objects are easily isolated and altered, and he has to think about it as little as he thinks about changing his own density. He can change the density of part of a large object, like a wall or the floor or a car door, but it is much harder, and the default shape he manages each time is a circle, unless there’s already a line for his eye to follow, like an archway. With time, he might be able to change that. The amount he can alter is still limited to matching his mass. And provided he hasn’t gone over this limit, he can alter more than one substance at a time just as long as it is in contact with what he’s in contact with. Knows he can -phase through things -walk on water -cool himself off -lighten/phase smaller things He can’t change the density of particular body parts, though he can control the size of the area for other things, with his body it’s all or nothing, and with smaller things, it’s usually all or nothing as well, just by default. With practice and concentration, he might eventually be able to alter only a portion of the object. He has to be touching the thing he wants to affect or the alteration will go back to normal on its own. Usually within 30-60 seconds. So far, he has only been able to affect objects up to his own mass or down to a large pebble. With enough time to stretch his power muscles, the limit might go up by a fair bit, but it won’t go down by much. While he can walk on both water and air, it’s rather like moving on very loose sand. Difficult to do at speed. While he has the potential to maintain the density alterations indefinitely, or at least, for as long as he’s ever bothered to without it turning off on him, neither his heart nor his pacemaker appreciate the changes to their molecular structure. At lower densities, his heart rate speeds up due to the lowered blood pressure and at higher densities it slows down. Both leave him feeling lightheaded and might provoke fainting spells, though the former includes chest pains and the latter puts him at risk of his pacemaker shocking his heart out of sync, which at best means a few seconds of palpitations and at worst an artificially created cardiac arrest that won’t stop until he goes back to normal density and finds a magnet to switch it off and back on or collapses. Depending on his activity levels and amount of density alteration, 5 minutes might be his limit on the short end, though he has managed to walk for half an hour at his lightest before he started to suffer consequences. (This limit only applies to his own body, he can keep a thing’s density altered as long as he wants. And until he gets his pacemaker fixed, he's not at risk of the malfunctioning bit.) Because he needs air to stay alive and there is an unsurprisingly limited amount within most solid objects, he can't stay phased inside them for long unless they are also at a much lighter density to allow airflow. He can only keep up the alteration while conscious. When he changes part of a thing’s density rather than a whole, there can be consequences. Such as raising the density of a car door causing it to become too heavy for the hinges holding it in place. Or making a part of the ceiling lighter might mean the things he didn’t realize were hanging from it fall down. Usually, unless it’s a small wall, the integrity wouldn’t be compromised, but it’s a good idea not to prolong the alteration. Also, there’s no visible change in the object’s appearance except that it might not move in the wind or stop water from moving through it. He has limited, if any, protection against psionic, energy, or electrical(even less) attacks. He can quote all of the Lion King, most of Lilo & Stitch, and still cries when Bambi’s mother dies. He also knows the lyrics to most of the better known Disney songs. He has no idea how this happened, and it has nothing to do with the number of times he’s watched their movies. Nope, nothing. He is a bundle of useless trivia, from bug facts to flower meanings, from historical significance to the average number of people that can fit in an elevator or what the Guinness world record is for how long a chicken lived without its head. He can drive. He knows CPR, first aid, and emergency response protocol. He has taken several self-defense courses, because you never know (and his grandma insisted). He’s probably forgotten more than half of them though. Balloon animals. Fluent in English, yep. Also knows rudimentary Spanish and German. He will try to make whatever food you ask of him, provided you can give him the recipe. It still might not taste great, but he's handy enough in a kitchen. \| BACKSTORY: \| Born in New Alexandria, Andrew didn’t stay there long as his parents very quickly decided to move closer to the bigger hospital on the mainland when his birth came with the major complication of hypoplastic left heart syndrome and the commute between there and home cost too much time and energy, not to mention money they didn’t have. He was in and out of that hospital more times than his parents cared to count over the next several years, occasionally due to false alarms, and his heart acting up, and sometimes from the more usual troubles children can get themselves into. But he was otherwise a happy enough child, eager to make friends and see his grandparents and ride the ferry to get to them. He was just lucky his grandparents had the money set aside for travel to be able to offer some financial help and forego their planned years of vacationing. Although things had started to settle down a little when he was six, he was waiting for a new heart for two years during which his health gradually diminished again. Thankfully, the worst moment that year, was also instrumental in bumping him up the wait list. He went into full cardiac arrest when he was 8 years old, and though they managed to shock his heart into resetting itself, continuing to live was not the only ‘gift’ he thinks that shock gave him. He’s not entirely sure, but he figures something about the electrical impulses combined with the emotional rush must have sparked awake some dormant genes in his cells a few years before puberty might have flipped the switch naturally. Or it triggered something that would have remained quiescent his whole life. Either way, after that day, he had a few accidents that involved falling through things he shouldn’t have fallen through. Like walls and floors… It took him some time, witnesses, and several colourful bruises to realize he wasn’t hallucinating. During this time, he also had a brief fling with his neighbor, who was a nice girl and a good friend, after a talk about boyfriends and girlfriends turned into him admitting that he wasn’t sure he’d get that far. So, she invited him to be her boyfriend, her ‘ghost’ boyfriend after she saw him fall through the counter he was leaning on, which mostly amounted to proudly holding hands when they were together and doing most of the same things as they always had. With an extra side of her encouraging him to figure out the whole falling through things… thing. They talked about lots of things that fall, from her collection of beetles to the sorts of things he’d do once he had his power under control. From their different teachers and the notes he’d missed while dozing off to what they wanted to be when they grew up. She wanted to be an astronaut for a brief stint; he wanted to be a doctor, or a clown. The boyfriend thing lasted about two months before they sort of mutually forgot it and then his family moved again, to a more affordable place in East Beach when the project started up. He didn’t forget her though, or the plans he’d had to be a superhero. But it never amounted to much of anything. Never in the right place at the right time, and he didn’t know anything about saving people. The fact that too much stress on his heart made it act up worse than usual didn’t help. Gradually, the ideals slipped to the side and the power was just this thing he couldn’t do that well anyway. When he finally got his new heart, things were looking up, he was feeling good and there was only one fright when his body tried to reject it. But that cleared up and he avoided all the other risks through chance and a very faithful following of the care plan his doctor put together. So, he focused on school, and friends, and asking the neighbours if they wanted him to mow their lawn or walk their dog for a dollar or three until he was old enough to work. He liked visiting New Alexandria and his maternal grandparents, occasionally managing to convince his grandfather to take him out in his boat (it really wasn’t that hard). He spent plenty of time, too, in figuring out how the whole slipping through walls worked, and what else he could do with it. He showed his grandma, because she always seemed to have the answer to everything, and his parents were fully aware that he was up to something and being sneaky. Ellen probably told them, because they did sit him down to talk to him about behaving responsibly a few days after he’d told her, but they never asked explicitly. Unfortunately, in practicing and being unsure of what he was doing, Andrew wasn’t always balanced in shifting the density of his body, and it had a detrimental effect on the healing nerves around his heart. Eventually, they settled into a far slower heartbeat than was healthy, resulting in regular fainting spells that had his doctor reluctantly suggesting a pacemaker to regulate it. He didn’t enjoy the process, or the feeling of something else making his heart beat, but he got used to it eventually, and now it’s second nature to go through his daily routine with it and to talk about it if he has to. Because although he doesn’t do a lot of travelling, he has occasionally set off a store’s security. He is definitely relieved to be free of the fainting spells though, and has learned to be even more careful with his power than he was, but is far less limited than before. He’s gone through the rest of growing up pretty normally, managing to keep in touch with Janelle, the girl he’d ‘dated,’ and meeting up with her as often as they could manage. He did have one girlfriend in highschool too, though that barely lasted a full school year before she broke up with him at the start of summer. It hurt, but thinking back on it now, he’s not sure how they even lasted that long, given their extremely different approaches to practically everything. He got a job as a grocery store clerk where he used his power to shelve heavy things until he graduated. Then he followed Janelle to the university campus since he liked spending time with her and wanted a change of scenery anyway. They rent an apartment together in the Sound while his parents have moved back to New Alexandria to live with his grandfather. He took a semester of classes with an undeclared major, but found his attention constantly drifting no matter what class he was taking and decided not to use up his money until he could figure out what he wanted to take and stick with it. He has stayed on as groundskeeper though, and is saving up what he can while he works out what he wants to do with his life. The explosion’s left him with a faulty pacemaker and, although he doesn’t realize it yet, the other side of his power’s spectrum. He’s more concerned about his friends and family being okay than he is about himself though. \| MOTIVATION/OBJECTIVE: \| Andrew’s daily goals include making the most of the opportunities he’s given, having fun, and brightening at least one stranger’s day. He doesn’t have the means to make it big or hugely generous, but if he can do something for someone else, he’s going to try; handing over small change or giving a bit of his time or just offering an encouraging compliment are easy to do and a good habit to have, he figures. His motivation comes from wanting to do something with his life to give back to a community that helped his family through hard times. He just hasn’t managed to figure out quite what he’s capable of or what he wants to do. Maybe it’s the lingering childhood disappointment that superhero isn’t a viable career move, but part of him isn’t sure anything he thinks of would be enough. \| SUPPORTING CAST: \| Bailey & Harrison Williams – Mother and Father Andrew is close to both of his parents, often getting into emoji wars with his mother and watergun fights with his dad. He tries to get out to see them at least once a month, and usually manages more. He is greatly appreciative of everything they’ve done for him and the support they still offer, whether it be through tough love or just telling him to take a chance because he only lives once. They’ve been together since their own high school days and although they aren’t always obvious about their love, Andrew’s rarely seen them fight and swears they can read each other’s minds. Bailey is an aspiring writer who leads tours and assists researchers depending on the season, and Harrison works as an archivist at the New Alexandria campus. Dietrich Best – Grandfather Rough around the edges and still bitching about the bridge that ruined the ferry business, even though there’s still some tourists that want to ride on them, Dietrich isn’t the most forthrightly kind person you’ll ever meet. But he has a gruff voice and an easier temper than his sharp tone implies and a great deal of love in his heart, for all he finds it hard to show. He and Andrew are often co-conspirators when it comes to getting into mischief. His spirit’s dwindled since his wife died, burning a little more fitfully, and his mind’s starting to wander, but he’s still a force to be reckoned with in his lucid moments. He worked on the Regal ferry from 14 to 65, with a break only for the war. Ellen Best – Grandmother(deceased) She was her grandson’s bestest friend, her daughter’s greatest supporter, the harshest critic of her son-in-law, and the light of her husband’s life. Now that she’s gone, they all feel her absence, and for all it’s been eight years, Andrew still catches himself sometimes thinking that he’s found something she’d love to hear about. Janelle Foss – Best Friend and Roommate Friends since before they can remember, they had an on again, off again method of keeping up with each other during their school years when they were living across the city, but now that they live in the same apartment, they’ve given each other pseudo-sibling status and bicker about the rent while leaving silly little notes around the place for each other in the hopes of winning a smile. She knows about his power and his heart problems and his penchant for singing Disney songs in the shower. He knows about her string of weird boyfriends and very real crush on Gerald Butler and fear of driving. They’ve both agreed that if no one comes along for them by the time they’re 35, she’ll pity marry him and he’ll settle for what he can get. \| REFERENCE POST(S): \| Link One Link Two Link Three \| NOTES: \| Left-handed. Writing looks like this. Is an organ donor. He has a card. Also has a pacemaker ID card so he can flash it around when he sets a security alarm off and people start questioning his morals. Volunteers off and on at the children’s hospital. Collaboration and character driving noted.
1,228	23	20	2,300	468	Ram 22:46 Ram checked his watch. It was later than he wanted. He had to be up early to run campaign strategies with the Congressman. He didn’t know this district overly well, but Ram remembered ‘a shortcut through an alley near here…’ His eyes rested on a familiar cut-through alleyway. ’That’s the one.’ And he darted down it, careful to keep an eye out for his surroundings. Miles 22:46 He slammed into the figure a little….gracelessly, though successfully tackling his target. Though...his target had gotten a little squishier. ’No metal? What the--Oh no..’ That definitely wasn’t the metallic torso from before. ’Wait, where did he go?’ Miles panicked. ”Woah!” He exclaimed as this Not-Purse Snatcher drug himself up from the ground, with no trace of a hole. ”Did he just...is he..?” ”Oh my God, no,” Miles shook his head, ”You’re already dead aren’t you? I’m too late…” ”What the hell was that for?” Miles stopped, ”Oh wait...you’re not dead, are you?” He got closer and touched the man’s face. It was solid. He took a step back looked down, “I’m sorry about that Mister, I thought you were a purse snatcher I was chasing.” He took the time to look around him, noting the dingy settings. This building hadn’t been used for quite a while. The entire ground floor was clear of separating walls and the most bare debris remained in the spacious area. The entire top half of the wall of the building was lined with windows, showing the bright moon of the night. There was no one else here that Miles could see or sense. “You didn’t happen to see a purse snatcher come through here, did you?” Ram 22:49 Ram found himself coming out of the alleyway, not far from one of the Larissa City Bank branches. This wasn’t necessarily the way he had meant to come out, but he’d wing it. He just needed to be home at this point. ’Why is this area so quiet? Not even the ghosts of the city are stirring? What is this?’ He remembered this particular area didn’t have much in the name of residences and typically closed down after normal business hours, though a number of the buildings maintained security and janitorial staff. Then why did it feel so devoid of people. Instead the space seemed to be waiting, anticipating something. ’What?’ Miles 22:51 Any conversation or analyzation of what may have led the young and soon-to-be heroes to this particular nondescript building was cut short by a distinct chirping sound that filled the room for a few seconds. A beeping sound. “Beepbeepbeepbeep-beepbeepbeepbeep-beepbeepbeepbeepbeep!” Miles gave the older man a wary eye before he realized it was coming from the table before them. He took a slow step toward the object, poised to defend himself. Upon nearing it though, he could see the sound was coming from a speaker in the table. ’What the…?’ On top of the table were two rectangular objects. Smart phones. Curiosity overtook Miles and he reached for one, unsure of what to expect at this point. Nothing in his guidebook had really covered creepy abandoned buildings while chasing a purse snatcher. Though, it seemed like something worth mentioning. The phone felt fine, but as soon he began to peer at it, the phone lit up. “I didn’t do it!” he proclaimed as reflexes tossed the phone in the air from panic. He realized his actions and quickly scrambled to grab the phone as it began its descent to the ground, managing to swipe it just in time. ”Woops.” He looked at the screen in time to see it flash his name. “Good Evening, Miles Bergeron.” Miles quickly covered the screen, pressing it against his chest. What in the world? How did it know? Who was this? Looking at it again, the phone had finished loading and was once again, unresponsive to any button commands. He picked up the other one, noting how it stayed dormant. ”Here, I think this one is probably for you.” Ram 22:53 Ram had slowed his steps, swearing he had heard a voice just now. The voice of a child? He had to be losing his grip on sanity. Maybe the Congressman was right with his adherence to 9 hours of sleep a night. The man never missed a beat, and certainly never hallucinated a childs voice. Ram shook his head and body. He needed to take it easy the next few days. He was rounding the corner of the block, noting how the lights in the area seemed dimmer, when he felt it. The pureness of it shook Ram for a moment. He hadn’t felt such negativity so easily since leaving South America. His instincts took over, causing him to dive for cover. Peeking around the corner showed Ram it was two individuals standing in the center of the street, facing the Larissa City Bank. That’s where the feeling was permeating, and Ram didn’t need much more to know what he was seeing wouldn’t end well. They just seemed to be staring at the large bank. The lights from the columns of the building bathed them in a faint light, but even these lights seemed slightly dimmer and Ram wasn’t able to make out much of the two. What was going on? Miles 22:56 There was a grunt of frustration as Miles dropped his head. “I give up!” He dropped the phone back on the table. Since they had turned on and given the aspiring heroes their odd messages, the phones had stayed silent. ”Clearly these things are useless.” He eyed the other man once more, standing on his tiptoes to get his face closer. ”You sure you don’t have anything to do with this? Like,promise?” The entire night was becoming more obscure, and he was close to calling it quits. But...what about that woman’s purse? How would he tough out the truly gritty days of hero life if he couldn’t take all of the introduction days? It sucked to say, but Miles Bergeron was in this weird night for better or worse. A vibrating feeling caused him to look down at his phone. It was vibrating! The screen lit up and vibrated again, someone was calling. He looked at the other male, only to see the same expression from him to his own ringing phone. With hesitation, Miles answered. ’This might not be a good idea…’ ”Hello?” A cool female voice met him. The kind of voice that you heard when leaving a voicemail...actually it sounded exactly like that. ”You were always meant for more, Miles Bergeron. And you are much more than they think you are. You have the chance to show that. A chance to start the path. Will you take it?” “What? How do you--” Miles was interrupted by the click of the call ending. He stared at the phone in disbelief for a few second. ’Had she been talking about..?’ ”You got the creepy lady call too, didn’t you?” Miles asked the older guy. Ram 22:58 The men had simply been standing, facing the building for the past few minutes. Doing nothing. But, Ram wasn’t leaving. He’d been a fool not listen to his gut, it was going off. There was something menacing flowing to him, tickling his senses. But what were they doing? He risked creeping closer, profile low, steps light and quick. A bus stop was his first stop for cover. ’What’s going on with all of the lights?’ None in the area seemed to be on, unnerving him further. He noticed movement from the two and tensed his form. Ren 23:00 ”It’s showtime,” Ren breathed aloud. He even allowed a smile to play on his face, the sense of euphoria barely containable. “In and out, let’s not fuck it up.” Allen knew well enough to stand back at this point, taking a quick hop a few meters away after giving a curt nod. The streets were clear as promised, and he particularly hoped the promise of the street cameras looping was fulfilled as well. The dimmed street lights seemed to be evidence of it, so Ren decided to proceed, taking a deep breath. One of the most interesting features of the Larissa City Bank is it’s main doors. Large, grand doors paying homage to the grandeur of the roaring 20’s. The metal structures had deterred numerous thefts over the years. Throughout those years, they were refitted and added to, layers of reinforcements. It became a bit of a “thing” for the CEO’s and shareholders over the years, to be known for their near impregnable nature. The bank had been robbed/breached a total of 11 times during it’s existence. 4 of those were in the young stages of its life and “could hardly be counted” if you asked a CEO. Of the remaining 7, only two of those times had been a result of the doors physically being breached and damaged. Ren was looking to be the cause of the third time. His hands jutted forward and the air around him crackled with energy, the air hot and dry. The tingle ran from his feet and ran up him, eventually channeling through the space between his arms. Energy built on energy, the heat intensified, the static grew. Flames rolled down his arms, laced with the crackle of electricity. All this energy was intoxicating. Such a release! ’I swear this is when I’m closest to God.’ A torrent of fire and electric energy swirled around each other, launching from his hands and causing him to take a small step back. It hurled toward the door, it’s aim true. The resulting screech of metal, fire, electricity and concrete in one explosive cacophony was a violent symphony to Ren. It sounded like.. “Success.” Miles 23:00 The explosion didn’t register in Miles’ mind for a second, his mind still focused on the eerie call. But the shaking…that brought him back. His head jolted toward the other male, searching for answer. The sound came from outside and Miles was certain it was nothing good. It had to be the bank, he just knew it. ”Uh-oh…” His voiced trailed off and took a mad dash to the doors of the building, bursting out onto the street, in time to see the freshly smoldering hole of the Larissa City Bank smoking before him.	\| NAME(S): \| Miles Alexander Bergeron \| NICKNAME(S): \| Really just Miles, or Milaminute when he’s telling a story. \| ALIAS(ES): \| PsycheOut \| D.O.B.: \| 10/10/2001 \| AGE: \| 15 \| SEX: \| Nope \| SEXUALITY: \| Asexual \| APPEARANCE: \| Now coming to the tail end of his second round of that awkward “teenage development”, Miles is still adjusting to his latest growth spurt (standing at 5’8”). He’s more on the slender side, weighing in at around 120. His hazel eyes are typical filled with mirth and it’s quite easy to make him laugh. Fashion alludes him, even though his older cousin Illani has tried her best to help the poor kid out. He typically sticks to colored tees and fitted pants, ideal attire for getting into after-school shenanigans. \| ABILITIES/SKILLS: \| Magipsychic Energy Manipulation On the night of November 17, 2013 Miles snuck into his Grandfather’s study, searching for things he shouldn’t have been. Magical objects lined the wall but he made a beeline for a simple yet elegant crystal pyramid known as the Crystallis Memora. Upon placing his hands on it, such concentrated magic, Miles reacted to it. His dormant Minerva Hype (Pyschometry and Vague Aura Reading) gene was activated in response, flooding him with his grandfather’s memories. The trauma was such that his own magic was activated in defense, mingling with his hype gene, it threw up a psychic defense: a magic empowered psychic manifestation that shielded him from the expulsion of magic defense that was sent out from the Crystallis Memora. “Sticky Hands” - Primarily, Miles is able to generate psychic extensions of his own hands. His control over the hands allows him to enlarge them about roughly the size of a couch. He can use these hands to grab things, swat enemies and the like. He can only extend the “Sticky Hands” to about 10 feet and he can only produce two of them, stemming from his fists. Though they don’t feel pain, if they were to be severed or cleaved, Miles would feel it. “Dome Time” - By expelling psychic and magic energy at once, Miles is able to quickly “harden” it, creating a barrier to block physical attacks and psychic attacks. It doesn’t do well against most psychic attacks as of now, while Miles still has a way to go. As for the physical attacks, it can withstand multiple rounds of bullets. However, Miles can generally only hold the dome for about 120 seconds. 60 seconds if he widens it accommodate more people. “Fitz” - is the name Miles would come to call his initial manifestation of energy that saved him that night. Since then, Miles has only been able to generate a full Fitz twice, and both situations left him unconscious for a day. Fitz stands at about 6 and a half feet and encompasses Miles. In this form, Fitz is able to expel a limited number of psionic-magic blasts before his form is compromised. He is highly durable and mobile, but Miles is hard-pressed to hold his form for more than 5 minutes. him was a Magipsychic Energy manifestation. The name is mainly his way of describing what he can do in one term. Fitz has shown no external sentience besides Miles’ own. Miles is unconscious while Fitz is in full form and should he be woken, Fitz disappears immediately. He can typically only be woken by mental means as noises don’t affect him. \| BACKSTORY: \| It sucks when you know exactly where you went wrong. That one decision that led to This, and from This you wound up with That. That put you There and without a care you end up Here. November 17th, 2013. ’In front of this damn crystal. Always this crystal. I know this black, this dark. Why am I still afraid?’ Does the knowing make it better? I don’t think it does. ’I just wanted to learn the secrets of magic like the rest of the Bergeron family. My family’. Which is admirable, a man for the family, right? Especially when as a member of this Magni family, you still hadn’t shown any magical inclinations. No knowledge of the denotation of magic. ’It’s her fault. I can’t help thinking it and feeling certain of it. It’s her fault for making me a half-breed. Some human and Homo Magnus combination….. But she tried her best, gave unconditional love to a child ostracized by the rest of the Bergeron family in Louisiana. And a father who had left before the pee on the stick could even turn blue. But even with no husband, being a mother was always at the forefront of her mind. ’Life was awesome, before 10. Always her and me and Cousin Bebe. Any day was a new adventure, and I knew was that our family was supposed to be a special one because we were on of the first free black families. That’s what they always told us. Why couldn’t they have just told us the truth? I could have started to learn earlier maybe. Something that wouldn’t have put me….here…’ But a Bergeron child displays magic 7, on average. 5 if they are gifted and 10 if they’re a late bloomer. And then there are the Others, the Others that never do. Only a few in the history of Bergeron, but their lives are something to be dreaded. ’Dreaded heavily, as I soon came to find out. I just wanted to get away, I didn’t care at first. But the Bergeron family wouldn’t accept another “failure”. How do you excommunicate a child? From a family? And...I could see how much it hurt my mom. I couldn’t do that to her. I never imagined... Oh that imagination. Overactive, always creating a scenario, an imaginary friend. Some that lasted longer than others. The boy with the mind that could go a lightyear a minute, the family always said. They had such high hopes in that imagination, that wonderment. Second only to that uncanny intuition for reading people. Maybe it meant the birth of another prodigy. Then age 5 went by, while 7 slinked over the hill 2 years later and 10 didn’t want rear its head of reality. But I guess not even the greatest can halt the flow of time. ’And that’s when they saw I was one of the Others. The smiles disappeared, uncles stopped clapping me on the back, aunts were hard pressed to invite me to family birthdays and even my cousins looked at me a little sideways. I hated it.’ Endured it for 2 years, until enough had passed enough and was starting to trickle into the realm of violent resentment. ’Because no matter how hard I tried to learn it, magic just wouldn’t come to me. And I got to wonderin’...wonderin’ and plottin’. And that’s when Grandpa Remy-Lou’s Crystallis Memora started tinkling just a bit brighter. None of the other cousin’s knew what it was really for. But I figured it out and he told me years back. Everything that he’s ever learned and experienced, as the current Patriarch of the family. Passed down to the next, and so on. He’d been prepping it for the next heir. There it sat, in the midst of his study, deceived as a forgotten simple decoration. ’It was better that way, he said. That way no one would ever suspect it. And I got curious. Just one touch, was all. Maybe I could learn his trick, see his cheats...but I didn’t expect...I didn’t expect the pain. So many flashes of the hurt. That anger, pain, death...so many people. And then, nothing. But it’s okay to not remember. Sometimes, it’s even better that way. ’Curiosity killed the cat, but what if there was never any satisfaction to bring it back. What happens to it then, my little sly friend. What are you left with?’ You’re left with you and me. \| MOTIVATION/OBJECTIVE: \| Since leaving the Bergeron family, Miles has actually experienced a sense of freedom. He’s an intelligent kid and an innocently presumptuous one at that, he just wants to help and on another level, he wants to prove himself. Become something the Bergeron family never expected. \| SUPPORTING CAST: \| WIP So Far: -Claire Bergeron: Miles’ mother. A magni herself, she sealed her powers in a vow of solitude with her son when their family attempted to Ex-Communicate him. Now that Miles is older, she’s debating telling him this information. -Belina-Brooks “Bebe” Jackson: Miles’ cousin and childhood friend. -Ilani Marie Jackson: Miles’ older cousin. She’s more like an older sister, having lived with him and his mother for a few years. \| REFERENCE POST(S): \| .....my intro to Rise of the Mavericks should probably be weight enough. XoXo \| NOTES: \| I think me and Ray-J could be friend, if we ain’t love the same bitch Yeah he mighta hit it first, only problem is I’m rich (I’m rich).
1,229	23	21	1,419	3,681	► L A R I S S A \| S O M E R S E TMay 2016 - One Night After The Explosion At approximately 21:59, roughly 3 minutes after Evelyn Prince’s room was locked down, the New Hampshire general hospital's administrator, Gloria Akalitus, received a particularly troubling call. Why the call had even come to her in the first place was beyond her --as she was putting in extra hours for the upcoming budget proposal-- but the surprise of call made it that much more of an annoyance. "One solitary night is all I ask to get this damn proposal out of the way," she muttered as she stalked to the ward where Eveyln Prince was being held, "Is that really so much to ask? Or I take it they like getting their scrubs from the irregular section of a Mexican medical surplus store!" She nearly spat these last words as she used her key card to override the lock to the ward, paying no mind to it. "What the hell, Zoey?" Ms. Akalitus pronounced to the nurse heading the barricade. "Why in God's name am I getting a call at..." she checked her watch "10 'o clock at night with a federal agent on the end barking about the current status of his transfer patient?" Akalitus was exhausted. Funding of this research based hospital had been on a slight decline ever since their recent scandals. They relied heavily on Government contracts as it was and couldn't start pissing off connections due to incompetence. She took another step closer to Nurse Zoey, completely heedless of the room around her. The sooner she got out of here, the sooner she could finish that budget. "Look, I can not and will not take another scandal or slip-up from this nursing staff," Akalitus told the nurse. "First Jackie with the pills and then that temp nurse Willam with her sexual harassment case! Not.another.slip-up." She held up her hand to quell any of the complaints she could feel bubbling from the nurse. "Hub-bup-bup. Not a word. It's above our pay grade. Get her stabilized, get her in the transport vehicle. Now." ► L A R I S S A \| S O U T H B E A C HMay 2016 - One Night After The Explosion Thirty Minutes Ago... Sleep was something of a fleeting chore for Joseph Thoreau, at least that's how he felt about it most days as the ringing of his phone stirred the man from his power nap. Lights from the streets below, filtered up through his blinds as Joseph sat up with a groan, stretching his tired back and cracking his neck with a satisfying 'POP' before answering the cellphone on his bedside table. "'Ello." He yawned as the voice on the other end chuckled. "Up and at 'em Joey Boy, Dispatch has a patient transfer for us. We've got to go down to Somerset and get a lass from New Hampshire General." The voice belonged to none other than Travis Young, Joseph's on duty partner. "There again?" Joseph groaned. "That's the fifth on this week, don't they have enough hands to take care of their intake. It's Somerset for fuck's sake." "I think the problem is too many hands." Came the smug reply from Travis on the other end. "Either way, be downstairs in five, I'll pick you up." As the click in his ear signaled the end of the conversation, Joseph sat up and made his way to the bathroom. Splashing some cold water on his face, he ran a hand along his chin, the rough stuble scratching against his smooth palm. Running a hand through his hair, Joseph gave himself a shrug in the mirror as he decided it was good enough. The bed head look is hot right now anyways right? With a smile smile in the mirror, Joseph grabbed the navy blue jacket off a nearby chair and headed out of his condo. A vibration from his pocket alerted him of a text as he pulled the phone expecting some smart ass remark from Travis about hurrying. -Come over after work? I'm bored. Tapping out a quick reply, Joseph hit send on his phone as the elevator arrived. -It's going to be a late night, are you okay to stay up? -I don't work tomorrow ;) With a soft chuckle, Joseph stepped off the elevator and walked towards the door while sending Brynne another text. -I'll let you know when I'm done Beautiful. -I'll be waiting. -In this. Joseph's eyes went wide at the picture on his screen as he climbed into the passenger seat of the ambulance. Leaning over Travis tried to peek at the screen before Joseph quickly pocketed the phone and gave the other man a mock scowl. "If you're getting laid later, you're driving." Travis said with a slug to Joseph's shoulder. "Then we're switching seats, move over." Joseph retorted with a laugh as the two men swapped spots. Turning the ignition on, Joseph pulled the ambulance onto the road. Making himself comfortable, Travis put his feet on the dash as Joseph let out a heavy sigh. "I guess we're off to Somerset then." ► L A R I S S A \| S O M E R S E TMay 2016 - One Night After The Explosion Now... Ensuring the patient was secure, Joseph and Travis returned to the front of the ambulance. For the time being the patient, a Jane Doe was unconcious in the back and quite frankly Joseph preferred it like that. In a city like Larissa, the last thing you needed was some wailing lunatic fighting against their restraints while they drove across the city. "I'll bet you someone in there got handsy with her." Travis stated as he fastened his seatbelt. "This hospital has a rep for pervy doctors." "Honestly rather not dwell on it," Joseph replied as started driving the vehicle. "The city is bad enough as is, the last thing we need are corrupt hospitals." "Always so preachy man, you need to lighten up. Live each day as they come." Travis replied as the vehicle merged onto the highway. "You'd think after being in our line of work, you would have realized by now life is fragile." Joseph replied as he focused on the road. "And you'd think you'd have realized that we don't know how much time we have. Don't be so afraid to have fun, fall in love, do something silly." Travis argued as he cracked open a soda. Taking a deep swig, he smacked his lips together with satisfaction before wiping the residual sweet liquid with the back of his hands. A tense silence fell over the two for a few moments, interrupted only by the running of the EMT vehicle. It was abruptly broken by the crackle of the radio. "Unit respond. Distress call came in from the Olympus District. Financial block area. Reports of a potentially fatal accident. Expectant mother believed to be involved. Over" Joseph picked up the receiver, giving Travis a glance of mild confusion. "Unit responding. We're close, but in en route for a patient transfer. Over." "Tonight is being hit hard. You're the closest emergency respondents we've got. Over." There was another click and Joseph knew that was the end of the conversation. Really nothing to be done about it, and their transfer was stable. He gave Travis a shrug. "I hope this isn't setting the tone for the night," Joseph told Travis, taking the next exit. The financial district was right around the Larissa City Bank. "Let's do it to it, mang. Get that mother and child home safe!" Travis said, clapping Joey on the back as Joseph turned the vehicle onto the correct street. Covered in an eerie darkness, it seemed as though the power outrage still had a grip here. Outside of the direct path of the ambulance's high beams, there was nothing that could be seen. "Would you look at that Joey, no street lights here." Joseph's eyes widened as he saw a brilliant beam of light suddenly rip through the velvet darkness. A shudder and explosive sound followed and instant later, causing Joseph to slam on the brakes. The vehicle lurched and pulled as it was pulled into a sharp turn by the sudden halt in motion. Smashing his head off the dashboard, Travis slumped down limp in his seat as Joseph braced himself against the steering wheel until the vehicle came to a complete stop. The radio crackled to life once more, and on instinct Joe looked over at the device. "Will you tap into the potential of you, expose the darkness hiding in white light?" The female voice on the radio said. "Will you walk down the path, lifting yourself and New Friends in tow?" A short pause was followed by white noise on the radio and nothing more. "What. The. Hell."Evelyn PrinceThe back of an ambulance, Somerset The night after the blast... Something wriggled in Evelyn's palm, and then went dead before shuddering once more, buzzing all the while. Bzz. Bzz. Bzz. She groaned in submission as her consciousness hit her like a brick wall, and she was thrown into a collision with the sensory overload that was 'reality'. Her hand instantly moved to her skull, which felt as though a hatchet was lodged into each temple, and her bleary eyes squinted as they adjusted to the world around her. It was dark. And it was moving. It didn't take a genius to identify the setting as the back of a vehicle, and even in her delicate state Evelyn was fully aware of two men talking in the driver's cabin. She was also aware of an irritating buzzing sound, coming from the device that she had let slip from her grip as she became alert. Bzz. Bzz. Bzz. She could see the dim light of the interface illuminating with each vibration, an unidentifiable string of numbers lining the caller ID screen. She wearily assessed the situation, before hastily picking up the cellphone and answering the call. "I need help," she whispered, her voice cracking through lack of use. "I've been kid--" "It is your mind and your spirit that can bring about change." replied a woman on the other end of the line. "What?" she asked, both confused and irritated by the cryptic response. "You don't --" She was cut off by the voice yet again, and realised that it was automated. "Sometimes, all you need is a small amount of trust and a jolt of inspiration. Take the chance, follow the path. It won't lead you astray." The recording concluded its recital with a singular extended dial tone, before the line went dead. Fuck. she thought to herself. What kind of Riddler bullshit was this? Eve suspected that whomever was currently carting her towards unknown territory was also responsible for planting the spooky cellphone message. Inquisitively, she ran a hand over the device, concentrating as best she could through her migraine and trying to tune in on any psychic remnants of whomever might be behind this. All she heard was that same woman's voice: "Leave no trace. We don't exist." She had barely a second to consider the message before her vision flickered, and she saw two men. Driving. Panicked, not sure what. What the heck? Swerved, collided. Impact. Impact of wheels to curb. Impact of head to wheel. Black. Eve had a moment of difficulty differentiating the man in her vision's pain from her own head trauma, but as a commotion erupted from the driver's cabin and Eve felt the screeching of rubber beneath her, she realised that her ordeal was not over yet. As the van her captors were commanding took a cruel turn, Eve found herself crashing into the double doors of the rear, which burst open and spilled her gowned body out onto the concrete.	N E M E S I S"Mother had a saying, something about how sometimes a favourable outcome requires a few ill-advised actions." O S E P H E D W A R D T H O R E A U ◼ 0 2 / 0 8 / 1 9 9 4 ( 2 2 ) ◼ M A L E ◼ H E T E R O S E X U A L ▼ A P P E A R A N C E:"Yeah I know, I don't look like a Thoreau."//STATS: ◼ HEIGHT \| 5'-10" ◼ WEIGHT \| 164 lbs ◼ BUILD \| Athletic ◼ EYE COLOUR \| Deep blue outer iris with an inner ice blue iris ◼ HAIR COLOUR \| Dark brown with hints of ruddy auburn ◼ ETHNICITY \| Caucasian //DESCRIPTION: Joseph has a slender frame that is covered in compacted muscle built up from years of exercising and toning his body. His torso and legs are built like someone who regularly competes in marathons and free running competitions while his arms and shoulders are built more like that of a boxer mixed with a martial artist. Joseph prides himself on being more balanced in his physique and as such has kept his flexibility and somewhat slender frame despite his well chiseled biceps and abdominal. Joseph is especially known for his keen piercing blue eyes. Deep blue with flecks of icy blue strewn throughout, Joseph's eyes are known for being able to look right through someone as though he is staring into their soul. Joseph has deep brown hair with strands of gold and auburn acting as natural highlights, these are most visible in bright light where as in dim and barely lit places, Joseph's hair can seem to be almost black. He keeps his hair anywhere from a short to medium length, often grooming it into various ways. Joseph's general attire ranges from long sleeve mock tees to hoodies usually. Always paired with straight leg or boot-cut, dark-wash jeans. In collaboration with these, Joseph prefers to wear semi loose fitting tops in an effort to hide his more chiseled physique so as not to draw too much attention to himself. To that end he often will wear a t-shirt paired with a hoodie and jacket, or a long-sleeved shirt adorned with a hood and a jacket. Depending on the weather though Joseph may wear just a t-shirt, or a rolled up long sleeved mock tee. His outfit is almost always complimented with a leather jacket. ▼ B I O G R A P H Y:"Words don't define us, actions do." During the height of the Mavericks' career Joseph's grandfather, Forrest Emerson Thoreau was a officer with the Larissa Lilith Police Department, often providing support to the Mavericks themselves. Proud to call himself an ally to the Mavericks, Forrest often told a young Joseph tales of the daring heroics the vigilantes had once brought to Larissa and its surrounding areas. However, Joseph's father, Silas Edward Thoreau didn't see eye to eye with his own father and while Forrest had been aiding the Mavericks, Silas had been away at Harvard earning his law degree and developing a deep rooted seed of hatred against those who took the law into their own hands. Upon Silas' return to Larissa, the ambitious young lawyer set his eyes on the gross abuse of the law he considered the Mavericks to be. Appealing to the local district attorney, it was Silas who instigated the city's zero tolerance policy towards vigilantes and ultimately caused the Mavericks to vanish from history. Due in part to his contribution to the city's new anti-vigilante stance, Silas became a valued asset with numerous law firms trying to recruit the young hotshot. Having his pick of the crop, Silas settled in with Campbell and Reid quickly rising to partner over three short years. Eyed by the District Attorney's office, Silas was scouted to take over the position of state prosecutor. Settling into his new career with ease, Silas eventually met and impregnated a young woman by the name of Samantha Russells. Desperate to keep the bastard child out of public headlines, Silas married Samantha in a private civil ceremony. Nine months later, Joseph Edward Thoreau was born to his loving mother and career driven father. Growing up distant from his father, Joseph spent most of his time with his mother and grandfather. His mother provided the love and care every growing boy needed while Forrest filled the void left by Silas and taught Joseph many numerous life skills. Drawing upon his years of experience as a former police officer, Forrest taught Joseph to listen to the beat of the city, to hear its voice and learn its rhythms. Due to the teachings of his grandfather, Joseph grew to a strong set of street-smarts, taught to remain constantly aware of his surroundings and how to read those within them. But Joseph found he had trouble connecting to the city, especially on its crowded streets. Constantly overwhelmed, he found the only time he could clearly hear the rhythm of the city was from high above the street. Looking down on the world, Joseph learned how to pick apart the details and eventually found his groove. The city became his playground and Joseph would sneak out of the house to play among the roof tops. It was from this height that the corruption growing in Larissa first became clear to Joseph, he could see the city was sick and that the illness was only spreading. It was here that the idea to follow in his grandfather's footsteps was laid in Joseph's head, within him a fire had lit and the flames of passion ignited a need to help the people of Larissa, a need he wouldn't act on until quite a few years later. Originally traversing them by climbing fire escape after fire escape before eventually growing bold enough to jump from roof to roof. From there Joseph's skills only continued to expand as Joseph learned to move more efficiently from place to place, learning the city from a whole new angle. At least he would have until his mother, Samantha caught Joseph sneaking in through a window one dark Larissa night. Never before had the boy seen his mother so scared as she checked him over for any sign of injury, acting as though he had been out re-enacting the stories of the Mavericks. Making him swear to never use the roof tops again, Joseph was literally grounded from that point on. But he learned to adapt, find new ways to hear the city as he moved through the crowded streets and eventually behind the wheel as his grandfather taught him how to drive and he succeeded in gaining his driver's license. Despite never being the brightest in his class, Joseph never struggled through school. Maintaining above average grades and achieving honors upon graduation, Joseph had a wide selection of post-secondary institutions to choose from along with several sizable scholarships. However money had never been a concern for the Thoreau's thanks to Joseph's distant father. Deciding to take inspiration from his grandfather, Joseph turned his back on the numerous high brow institutions that had sent him accepted letters before deciding to pursue his education at the local community college. Enrolling for EMT certification, Joseph completed course after course until finding a career with the Larissa General Hospital as a paramedic. Never had Joseph felt so much pride as the day his grandfather shook his hand to congratulate the young man upon his first assignment. Silas however was disgusted with Joseph's career choices, his attitude towards Joseph causing friction between both Joseph and himself as well as Samantha and he. Combined with his constant distant behavior, Silas' negative attitude towards Joseph was the straw that broke the camel's back and Samantha and Silas divorced. Having moved out during his time at college, the split did little to upset Joseph's living arrangements. His mother however relocated from the Olympus district to a country home in the more rural district of Mount Nysa. Making time to visit his mother over the weeks that followed, Joseph was rather confused by how little the divorce seemed to bother her. Silas on the other hand was working hard to keep the divorce out of his public image least it reflect poorly upon him. On the night of the blackout, Joseph was awoken from his slumber in order to respond to an evacuation order at the Michaels' Nuclear Facility. Arriving at the scene just as the explosion rocked the area, Joseph's ambulance was rendered completely powerless. Nonetheless, Joseph wasn't deterred as he rushed the scene helping the wounded to safety until other first responders arrived. Working to clear the scene, Joseph worked into overtime, eventually being relieved after nearly eighteen long hours. ▼ A B I L I T I E S / S K I L L S:"Time to level the playing field." ▼ ABILITY AUGMENTATION ◼ STAGE 01 \| Joseph possesses the ability to enhance the abilities of other gifted individuals. By laying his hands on another who possesses extraordinary abilities, Joseph can increase the potency of their abilities beyond what they are currently capable of. This increase only lasts as long as Joseph remains in contact with the ability's host and its effects almost immediately dissipate as soon as Joseph lets go. At this stage, Joseph can only boost the abilities of another in one aspect meaning if he increased the range of an attack, he could not increase its potency. ◼ STAGE 02 \| As Joseph's powers continue to grow, his abilities are further able to increase those of another. The next growth in his powers allows Joseph to amplify all aspects of another's abilities. This means he increases the range, potency, duration and any other necessary aspects of the ability in question. Furthermore Joseph no longer requires physical contact with those he's familiar with. Joseph is able to form empathetic links with those who he's close to allowing him to amplify their abilities while they're nearby. However as with his early abilities, the effects are only temporary, wearing off an hour or so after Joseph terminates the link. ◼ STAGE 03 \| At Joseph's peak, he is able to evolve the abilities of others to their fullest potential. This could lead to any number of outcomes and may even hurt the host as their powers become too unstable to control or contain. This effect can last for upwards of a day depending on Joseph's bond with the host, those he has an empathetic connection with will find themselves empowered longer than another gifted individual who Joseph has just encountered. That said, Joseph's ability no longer requires physical contact and can operate solely on a field of effect although he can choose his targets. Physically touching another increases the duration of the evolution and its potency. While the field of effect can amplify abilities and with sustained effect can evolve the host, physical touch from Joseph accelerates the process, making evolution almost instant. ◼ ABILITY NEGATION ◼ STAGE 01 \| Joseph's secondary ability is the ability to negate the abilities of another gifted individual. When in physical contact with another, Joseph can choose whether to enhance or negate their abilities. Instinctively his body will always go with negate out of self preservation meaning that if Joseph were touched or assaulted while asleep or unconscious, his body will negate the abilities of his assailant. The negation of the host abilities only is sustained so long as the host is in physical contact with Joseph. Once physical contact is terminated, their abilities are returned within seconds. ◼ STAGE 02 \| As Joseph's ability grows, he'll be able to emit a small blast which can temporarily stun and negate the abilities of another. This blast will only negate abilities for several minutes, acting like a small taser blast. Repeated blasts will build up the duration of the negation but only to the extent of three hours. After this the host will recover unless Joseph incurs another attack upon them. Physical contact with Joseph has increased potency now, immediately rendering a gifted individual powerless for several hours. ◼ STAGE 03 \| Near Joseph's peak potency, his ability will be able to be projected in a field of effect, capable of rendering all gifted individuals in a set radius powerless. Furthermore, his offensive abilities will increase from a simple blast, to a prolonged beam or a wider-spread attack capable of targeting multiple foes. At this stage he is able to render most gifted individuals powerless for several days and may even be capable of stripping another of their abilities completely if prolonged physical contact is held. ◼ STAGE 04 \| With his final evolution, Joseph gains the ability to enhance his own body. These enhancements are only temporary and can only enhance one aspect of Joseph's body at a time. These enhancements can only be added to one existing aspect of Joseph's body such as accelerating his healing factor or boosting his physical condition. Joseph is able to keep his enhancements active for a period of twenty four hours after which his body will be weakened and unable to undergo another enhancement until fully recovered. //SKILLS: ◼ MEDICAL TRAINING \| As an EMT, Joseph is able to treat numerous injuries and ailment in the field. In addition to this, Joseph can sustain the life of a person, postponing death in the events of life threatening injuries until they can reach proper treatment. Notably, Joseph's skills are hinged on having the proper supplies although he can be pragmatic and use whatever is at hand when necessary. ◼ PARKOUR \| Although rusty, Joseph taught himself how to parkour during his youth before being stopped by his mother. His body still remembers the movements and he has since stayed in good physical condition both for personal interest and due to his chosen career. ◼ DRIVING \| Although Joseph isn't by any means a stunt driver, he is capable of driving most vehicles, including large vehicles such as ambulances. Even with such a large vehicle, Joseph is able to steer it an a manner that would be considered agile, capable of weaving in and out of traffic nearly as efficiently as the average motorcycle driver. ◼ SELF DEFENSE \| In a city as dangerous as Larissa, one knows better than to work on the streets without some sort of defense training. While attending college, Joseph attended several self defense classes in anticipation of picking up patients in Larrissa's seedier areas. //LIMITATIONS: Joseph can not use both of his abilities at the same, Joseph has to choose whether to enhance or negate constantly, he can't lay a hand on an ally to enhance while firing a negation blast at a foe. Furthermore, the effects of his abilities are not permanent, except in an extreme case when regarding his negation ability. Range of effect is also a major limitation, as even at his fullest potential, Joseph only has a maximum area effect of a twenty five foot radius. His abilities are most effective with physical contact which combined with his lack of physical enhancement requires Joseph to constantly be pragmatic enough to get close to a foe. In regards to Joseph's self enhancements, he can't just add any superhuman ability to himself. Joseph can only enhance his pre-existing physique. Once the enhancement wears off after twenty four hours, Joseph is left in a weakened state for upwards of twelve hours, requiring significant rest and nutrients in order to recover as he body deals with the 'devolution'. If Joseph tried to enhance himself within his rest period, he could potentially harm himself on a genetic level permanently corrupting his DNA and leaving it unstable. //WEAKNESSES: Joseph has no physical enhancements of his own, meaning he's vulnerable to every conventional form of harm. His abilities can be interrupted by a strike to his nervous system such as electrical shock from a tazer. A sustained electrical field, even at a harmless voltage would interrupt Joseph's abilities enough to render them useless. While enhanced by his own abilities, Joseph can be reduced back to a base human forcibly through extreme voltages which will render his abilities null and void, potentially even temporarily blocking them. Energy based attacks, particularly electrical ones are extremely dangerous to Joseph due to the way his abilities operate through bio-electricity. ▼ M O T I V A T I O N / O B J E C T I V E:"The city is hurting, it's time someone helped her." Ever since he was young, Joseph has felt a desire to help others. This need was only further honed by his grandfather who was a retired member of the Larissa-Lilith Police Department. As an officer who had served during the Golden Age of the Mavericks, Forrest believed in heroes and Joseph inherited this belief but Larissa was long past the age of heroes and crime was beginning to resurface without any opposition. Taking to the streets as a member of Larissa's paramedics, Joseph decided to help in the best way he could by tending to those hurt in the rapidly growing crime wave. ▼ N O T E S:"It's the people waiting for me at home that keep me going each and every day." //SUPPORTING CAST: ▼ ALLIES ◼ BERGERON, MILES \| TBD ◼ PLATEADO, ARTURO \| TBD ◼ PRINCE, EVELYN \| TBD ◼ WILLIAMS, ANDREW \| TBD ▼ FRIENDS ◼ CALLAHAN, BRYNNE \| Joseph's on again and off again girlfriend, they have a casual relationship. ◼ CASPIAN, WINTER \| A childhood friend of Joseph's and his first girlfriend before a nasty break up put a wedge between them. Winter works for Larissa's Channel 42 News as a field reporter. ◼ THOREAU, SILAS \| Joseph's father and Larissa's current District Attorney. ◼ THOREAU, FORREST \| Joseph's grandfather and father figure. Forrest and Joseph have a bond that Silas is incredibly jealous of both due to his distance from his father and the attention stolen from his son. ◼ THOREAU, SAMANTHA (neé RUSSELLS) \| Joseph's mother and one time lover to the billionaire Charles Micheals. Samantha had previously been involved in a whirlwind romance with the billionaire before being scorned and sent into the arms of Silas Thoreau. Finding herself with child, Samantha and Thoreau married giving birth to their son Joseph. ◼ YOUNG, TRAVIS \| Travis Young is Joseph's paramedic partner, the two have been friends since the first year of college and have been nearly inseparable since. ▼ ENEMIES ◼ N/A \| TBD //STOMPING GROUNDS ◼ SOUTH BEACH \| Owning a condominium in the South Beach District of Larissa, Joseph spends most of his off time on the beach, catching a few waves and mingling among the night time parties. //PARAPHERNALIA ◼ N/A \| TBD \| \| ~ Ɲ ǀ Ɠ H Ƭ S O Ɲ Ɠ ~ \| \| "You know I make you wanna scream, You know I make you wanna run from me baby" \| ᑎ ᗩ ᗰ ᕮ ( ᔕ ) : \| ■ Ellara Sofia Castell \| ᑎ I ᑕ K ᑎ ᗩ ᗰ ᕮ ( ᔕ ) : \| ■ El/Elle ■ Ella ■ Ellie ■ Lara \| ᗩ ᒪ I ᗩ ᔕ ( ᕮ ᔕ ): \| ■ Nightsong ■ 'Mouthpiece' ■ 'Scream Queen' \| ᗪ . O . ᗷ . : \| ■ 03/25/1995 \| ᗩ G ᕮ : \| ■ 21 \| ᔕ ᕮ ᙭ : \| ■ Female \| ᔕ ᕮ ᙭ ᑌ ᗩ ᒪ I T Y : \| ■ Heterosexual \| ᗩ ᑭ ᑭ ᕮ ᗩ ᖇ ᗩ ᑎ ᑕ ᕮ : \| "Her lips are devil red and her skin's the color mocha." //ᔕTᗩTᔕ: ■ HEIGHT \| 5'-8" ■ WEIGHT \| 118 lbs ■ MEASUREMENTS \| 34-24-34 ■ BRA SIZE \| 32B ■ HAIR COLOUR \| Black ■ EYE COLOUR \| Green //ᗪᕮᔕᑕᖇIᑭTIOᑎ: Standing at roughly five feet and eight inches tall (5'-8"), Ellara is a woman slightly above average height for her sex. That said, she doesn't cut an overly intimidating figure unless she locks eyes with you. It's Ellara's eyes which cause many would be suitors to second guess approaching the otherwise stunning woman. Her fierce green eyes give away the fact there's something wild and untamed behind them. Piercing and keen, it's almost as though her eyes can't stop moving as they swish from side to side, taking in their surroundings constantly. A side effect from the traumatic scaring of her childhood. Ellara has a scar above her collarbone on her right shoulder from where Strider held a knife to her. Her skin is naturally tanned, having a soft 'mocha' like tone to it due to the mixed heritage of her parents. Having roots in Catalan, Navajo and Mesoamerican cultures, Ellara's bloodline has a rich history within it. During the summer months, her skin tends to darken due to the sun's rays but even in the winter it retains its tan complexion. Preferring to keep her hair just past shoulder length, Ellara rarely ties her raven haired locks back in day to day activities but will tie it into a tight bun on the back of her head during vigilante activities. Prior to rescuing Alexis, Ellara's appearance was much more homely. Her grandmother kept her modest, not wanting to encourage the wandering male eye should it upset Ellara. She was never shown how to apply make up and would often practice in the mirror. Moving in with Alexis did miracles for Ellara as Alexis overhauled Ellara's wardrobe and taught her how to dress. \| ᗩ ᗷ I ᒪ I T I ᕮ ᔕ / ᔕ K I ᒪ ᒪ ᔕ : \| "Scream! When the pressure breaks me, When it's too hard to see." //ᗩᗷIᒪITIᕮᔕ: ■ SONIC MANIPULATION \| Ellara possesses the ability to manipulate, shape or create soundwaves. She has control over both soundwaves she creates and soundwaves from another source. Soundwaves are a periodic disturbance of the medium (air, ground, water, etc) that radiates outward in straight lines in the form of a pressure wave. The effect these waves produce upon the ear is perceived as sound. From the point of view of physics, sound is considered to be the waves of vibratory motion themselves, whether or not they are heard by the human ear. Ellara can mimic, intensify, hush, and distort, as well warp, strengthen, echo, speed up, and slow down sound. She is able to use it as a powerful physical force and even for high-speed movement. At low frequencies, sound is potentially fatal to living beings by causing internal damage, while high frequencies cannot be heard by normal humans but can be used for sonar-like effects. Since sound vibrations can travel through the air, ground, water and any form of medium, defense by using physical barriers is difficult. In order for Ellara's body to be able to handle her abilities, she possesses super-humanly powerful lungs, throat, and vocal cords that can produce a sonic scream. She also has selective hearing, enabling her to focus upon, enhance, or totally block out any given sound in his environment; this shields Ellara from the deafening sound of her own sonic attacks, and makes her a super-humanly acute eavesdropper in surveillance situations. ■ OMNI-TONE \| Ellara always speaks in perfect pitch. This ability allows Ellara a very broad range of vocal manipulation leading to her ability to mimic other people's voices and create sonic waves with frequencies well above and below the human range. Due to Ellara's abilities she's able to mimic any voice she has heard. That said, the more she's heard a person speak the more she's able to mimic their voice and verbal tics. A conversation at length with a person will lead to an almost infallible impression but a fleeting sentence here and there will lead to simply a good impression. Ellara is able to project her voice over a distance much further than even the best town criers and manipulate her voice to sound like more than one person is speaking leading to a rather haunting effect. ■ ADVANCED VOICE MANIPULATION \| Tapping into her Omni-Tone, Ellara is able to make her voice have a persuasive effect over those he speaks to. She could also even hypnotize an open mind with her voice or lull them into a state of slumber. Further more she can empower her sonic scream with numerous effects such as causing fear, vertigo, or even to kill. Ellara can direct her sonic scream into a beacon sending out over an incredibly wide range to rally allies or attract enemies to her location.UNDEVELOPED ■ ENHANCED HEARING \| Ellara has hearing well above and beyond the human range both in terms of physical distance and frequencies. Currently her hearing isn't refined but once she has trained her ears she'll be able to do even more simply by listening. Ellara's ears are immune not only to her own sonic manipulation but also to any external sonic manipulation. Her body is especially adapted to completely resist sonic attacks and to to allow her to fully maximize her own abilities. ■ ADVANCED ENHANCED HEARING \| Ellara can refine her ability to listen in order to use her hearing in combination with her voice for the effects of echolocation or sonar. Furthermore Ellara can listen close enough to a person's heartbeat and detect if they're lying.UNDEVELOPED ■ CREATE/MANIPULATE SOUNDWAVES \| Ellara can create soundwaves using her vocal chords or by slapping her body against a hard surface. Clapping will create soundwaves just not with the same starting volume as her vocal chords could produce. Ellara can manipulate the loudness, pitch, tone and overall shape of the soundwave. Ellara can manipulate any soundwave generated from another source whether this is an instrument or a car crash. Ellara can do everything to an externally generated soundwave as he can do to one of his own.UNDEVELOPED ■ SOUND AMPLIFICATION/ABSORPTION \| Ellara can increase or decrease the volume of any soundwave. Furthermore she can make sounds completely inaudible including herself. Ellara can throw out soundwaves that can counteract unanticipated sounds by muting or nullifying the sounds. Ellara can manipulate soundwaves into a direct attack shaping them into a concussive blast or keeping them wide to affect a radius around her. Using her enhanced vocal chords, Ellara can produce a sonic scream or overwhelm opponents with deafening or disorienting noise. Low frequency sonic blast can stun opponents temporarily.UNDEVELOPED ■ BOOST/LEVITATION/FLIGHT \| Ellara will eventually be able to learn to manipulate soundwaves in such a way that she will be able to ride on them and channel them around her body to boost forward or slow her descent towards the ground. Further building upon this ability, Ellara in combination with a wing suit or glider or some kind will be able to fly through the air using a series of sonic boosts to propel her and keep her sustained. At her absolute best, Ellara will be able to propel herself at the speed of sound through the air creating a sonic boom as she reaches Mach speed.UNDEVELOPED ■ VIBRATION EMISSION \| Manipulating soundwaves in the correct way, Ellara can create vibrations which could topple whole buildings if she had the proper supply of soundwaves. These vibrations can be used to counter other movement and potentially deflect projectiles or shrapnel. If timed correctly these 'Counter Vibrations' could at the least minimize the kinetic energy in an attack and at best completely neutralize it.UNDEVELOPED //ᒪIᗰITᗩTIOᑎᔕ: ■ ABUSE \| Ellara is limited by her own physical condition as while she does have immunity to her abilities she can over-strain his system and temporarily cut off her own powers. She can also damage her throat or vocal chords from over-abusing them. ■ ADDICTION \| Ellara suffers from an addiction to sleeping pills, as well as predispostion towards alcohol. Often mixing the two depsite warnings from her roommate. In some instances she needs a drink to accompany a meal, often refusing to relax until she has one in her hand. Whether this is a placebo effect, addiction or both isn't yet determined. She can't sleep without sleeping pills, whether its an afternoon nap or a full night's rest. Ellara believes she needs the pills or her nightmares will come. ■ PTSD \| Despite having been in and out of therapy over the past ten years, Ellara still suffers from symptoms of PTSD due to Strider's actions. Ellara is completely dependent on sleeping pills in order to get anything close to a semblance of rest each night. Often tossing and turning due to nightmares and the haunting visage of the man with a knife pressed against her. Even during the day if Ellara allows her thoughts to wander, she finds herself reliving the event, experiencing intense flashbacks. The smell of blood or the brand of cheap body spray that Strider wore can act as a trigger. News reports of sexual assaults or rapes can set Ellara's PTSD off as can hearing the song 'Escape' by Rupert Holmes. For this reason, Ellara avoids playing music before bed since it was a tradition of her parents and one that lead to 'Escape' being played before their murders. Ellara also refuses to sleep with a window open or unlocked, and ensures every door has at least two locks on it. If Ellara tries to go to bed while anything in her apartment is similar to the night of the assault then she will end up avoiding sleep altogether. Ellara has trouble forming relationships, and can be seen as very untrusting. She tends to view the world at its worst and sees it as a dangerous and untamed animal. As such, Ellara has never had a boyfriend or any sort of significant other never being able to get past a first date. She's constantly on alert, her eyes twitching back and forth constantly searching for any threats to herself. Often Ellara fidgets, tapping a foot or hand on whatever surface is nearby, often jittery especially in new environments. While Ellara is attempting to earn a degree at Grimm, she has a hard time concentrating especially combined with her lack of sleep. She's prone to mood swings, suddenly becoming angry or irritable without any notice. Ellara always checks her surroundings, especially in a new location, always sitting with her back to a wall and never a window, door or open space. Additionally Ellara doesn't take kindly to being snuck up on or surprised. ■ BERSERK BUTTON \| At the age of eleven, Ellara was sexual assaulted and nearly raped by Marcus Strider. She also witnessed the death of her father while her mother's murderer was carted off and put in jail where he had a roof over his head and was provided three meals per day along with free education. While Ellara uses her memories to fuel her crusade against crime it is also a crutch to her. Victims of sexual assault often cause her to become unhinged and unfocused while guns can unnerve Ellara and she's especially vulnerable to seeing someone near death or dead in front of her. Unexpected displays of affection can also unnerve Ellara causing her to become hostile. ■ HUMANITY \| Even though Ellara has enhanced healing through sonokinetic stimulation, she's still essentially vulnerable to guns and knives. Ellara has no enhanced strength or durability and is currently untrained in using her abilities to boost her speed. //ᗯᕮᗩKᑎᕮᔕᔕᕮᔕ: ■ SOUND NULLIFICATION \| Ellara's abilities can be negated by anything that can nullify sound. Materials which absorb sound can also limit if not downright block the desired effects. ■ NOISE \| While Ellara manipulates sound, noise can greatly hinder her abilities causing her attacks to become unfocused or even render then completely null. Noise greatly reduces Ellara's ability to focus soundwaves and as such fighting around crowds or in busy public areas will diminish her efficiency. ■ MUTING/DEAFENING \| Since the majority of Ellara's abilities rely on her mouth and ears, removing either of these sensory organs from the equation can greatly weaken her. Ellara can't perform her sonic scream while gagged and can't focus her abilities without her ears. //ᔕKIᒪᒪᔕ: ■ ASL \| Having spent nearly ten years without speaking, Ellara's speech therapist introduced her to and educated her in American Sign Language. Being a competent user of it, Ellara can communicate proficiently with most individuals who have an understanding of it. She herself can be overwhelmed by the speed at which life long users sign but this can often be overcome. ■ VENTRILOQUISM \| Due to Ellara's abilities, she has a natural talent for voice manipulation. As such, she is able to throw her voice in a similar manner to a ventriloquist. Ellara can use this to distract or otherwise confuse both allies and foes alike. She's been known to pick up a puppet every now and then to entertain children too. ■ MARTIAL ARTS \| On an invitation from Alexis, Ellara took up Tai Chi as both a meditation technique and a physical outlet just over a year ago. Taking as many courses as she could over the past year, she's become rather skilled in the martial art, capable of holding her own against most average opponents. Ellara is however by no means a medal winning athlete or combatant and instead relies more on surprise and her abilities than being able to take an opponent head on. \| ᗷ ᗩ ᑕ K ᔕ T O ᖇ Y : \| "Scream till there's silence, Scream while there's life left, vanishing" A powerful set of lungs alerted the world of the birth of Ellara Sofia Castell as she was pulled from the womb screaming in the dead of one cold Larissa night. Born to doting parents, Alejandro and Liliana spoiled their little princess during her early childhood. However that all changed one hot summer when a notorious man by the name of Marcus Strider went on a crime spree throughout the city. This spree was isolated to the districts of Somerset, the Wharf, the Sound and Little Santiago. A sexual predator, rapist and family annihilator, Strider left a rather notable body count in his wake including both Alejandro and Liliana. During the attack on their home, Ellara managed to call 911 although she was caught by Strider before having the chance to express the situation to the operator on the other side. Having already dispatched both of Ellara's parents, Strider believed himself free to have his way with the young girl and began to take his time, tormenting Ellara. Pressing a knife against Ellara's skin as he began to cut off her shirt, Ellara screamed in terror as Strider smiled wickedly at her. However this scream was not the simple scream of a terrified girl, but the powerful scream of a new super waking up. The combination of trauma and puberty awoke latent superhuman abilities in Ellara which manifested in a super sonic scream. As the scream left Ellara's mouth, the windows in the house shattered along with Strider's ear drums as he fell to the floor clutching his head. Cursing as he pulled himself to his feet, Strider scrambled for his knife and lunged at Ellara before being pulled back by Alejandro. Having underestimated Alejandro's constitution, Strider believed he had left the man for dead however Alejandro managed to fight through his wounds, coming to his daughter's aid. Struggling with the older man, Strider found his knife being turned on him as the house was flood with red and blue flashing lights. As the police entered the room, Alejandro let go, rolling off of Strider and finally succumbing to his wounds. Strider was taken into custody as police tried to console the now parent-less Ellara. -From that point on, Ellara never spoke a word. Put in the care of her grandmother, Ellara was put into both speech and psychological therapy in order to help cope with what she had been through and witnessed. Still the girl refused to speak. -Terrified of what her voice had done, Ellara had convinced herself that her scream had killed her father. This only furthered her vow of silence. -Her grandmother was a devout Catholic and took Ellara to church for both confirmation and mass on a weekly basis. Unknown to both Ellara's grandmother and therapists, Ellara actually spoke to Father Juan in confessional. -At the age of nineteen, Ellara was on her way home from work. Caught in the rain, she turned down an alley to shield herself from the downpour when she came upon a man assulting a woman. Overcome with rage, Ellara found her voice again as she unleashed her sonic scream for the second time in her life. -Following up with Alexis, Ellara and the girl bonded with Alexis helping Ellara out of her shell and creating a newfound confidence within the girl. Eventually moving in with the single mother and her son, Ellara began to find both her voice and independence. -Taking Tai-Chi to both learn self defense and as a therapeutic response to her assualt, Alexis decided to invite Ellara out who immediately took a liking to the martial art. -With the fire lit inside her chest, Ellara took to the streets at night, hunting down crime. Naturally she had heard of the Mavericks, everyone in Larissa knew of the vigilantes. But she had become a vigilante by coincidence, not because of inspiration. Her life seemed fated to go this way. \| ᗰ O T I ᐯ ᗩ T I O ᑎ / O ᗷ ᒍ ᕮ ᑕ T I ᐯ ᕮ : \| When Ellara stopped Alexis' assault, something ignited within her. A desire to break her silence and use her abilities to help others who can't stand up for themselves. Fueled by her own helplessness during her youth and the death of her parents, Ellara strives to keep the few she cares about safe and ensure no one has to suffer what she did ever again. \| ᔕ ᑌ ᑭ ᑭ O ᖇ T I ᑎ G ᑕ ᗩ ᔕ T : \| ■ CASTELL, ALEJANDRO \| Ellara's late father. Alejandro used to regal his daughter with tales of Larissa's legendary heroes the Mavericks. In truth, Alejandro knew the Mavericks better than most having been on the receiving end of IllAdvised's fist more than once in his youth. Growing up, Alejandro had been pressured into gang life, ending up running with the Harbour Kings. However due to the interference of the Mavericks, the gang was eventually shut down and Alejandro was able to attend Grimm University, taking a degree in Power Engineering. Before his death he had been working at the Michaels' Power Plant. Charles Michaels himself personally ensured that Ellara would receive Alejandro's full pension on the day of her eighteenth birthday. ■ CASTELL (neé DELGADO), LILIANA \| Ellara's late mother. Named by her parents after the 'Lilly of the Valley' found outside of New Lilith, Liliana met and married Alejandro in their early twenties. She stayed at home during the first seven years of Ellara's life, eventually returning to work the year Ellara entered into the second grade. Working as a paralegal, Liliana made a decent wage and upon her death, the 'Reid and Reid' Lawfirm ensured Ellara was put into the care of her grandmother instead of into the system. ■ DELGADO, ADALIND \| Ellara's grandmother and caretaker for most of her life. A very religious and superstitious woman, Adalind was initially hesitant to take Ellara into her home. However, she was unable to say no to her own granddaughter and eventually the two bonding, Adalind learning sign language along with Ellara. In fact, sign language was a greater gift than Adalind could have anticipated as it allowed her to communicate with other elderly members of her church that had begun to lose their hearing. Seeing Ellara as a blessing in her life, Adalind made sure to thank God every time she prayed for showing her his plan for bringing Ellara into her life. ■ DEL CARO, JUAN \| Father or Padre Juan is the Priest which resides over St. Hillan's Cathedral. For most of Ellara's early teens he acted as a father figure to the young girl and still acts as her confident today. Padre Juan is aware of Ellara's nighttime activities but as part of his oath does not utter a word from confessional. While he tells Ellara that God does not appreciate violence, a small part of the local priest can't help but feel pride to see a new potential hero rising up in Larissa. Having grown up in Little Santiago, the Mavericks did a lot to bring prosperity into the poorer regions of Larissa and while most of the city turned on the heroes when challengers began to come to the city, Juan and his family stood by their heroes. ■ FITZROY, EUGENE \| Ellara's psychological therapist. ■ JAMES, ALEXIS \| Ellara met Alexis just over two years ago when she rescued the young woman from being assaulted. A waitress at the Silver Knot, Alexis had been on her way home after a long shift when Ellara rescued her. After the police took Alexis' statement, Ellara followed up herself, checking in with Alexis seeing a kindred soul in the woman. The two began meeting for coffee on a weekly basis before eventually becoming very close friends. When Alexis found out that Ellara was looking to move out of her grandmother's house in Little Santiago, she invited Ellara to come live with her and her son in the Sound. While Alexis is suspicious of Ellara's night time activities, she prefers not to voice her concerns as she knows Ellara finds a cathartic release in beating the snot out of Larissa's scum. ■ JAMES, HARLEY \| Alexis' son. ■ STRIDER, MARCUS \| When Marcus was seventeen his father divorced his mother leaving the pair nearly penniless. This planted the seeds of rage within Marcus who held both his parents accountable for the split and eventually leading to him murdering his mother and then hunting down his father. However, unbeknownst to Marcus, his father had left Larissa leading o him seeking our surrogates. Marcus went on a twelve day rapdily devolving killing spree that was ended when he invaded the Castell family home. Having taken Alejandro Castell by surprise, Marcus took his time assualting and tormenting Liliana before killing her and coming after their eleven year old daughter Ellara. Underestimating Alejandro, Marcus was prevented from raping the child as Alejandro re-engaged him. The fight was brought to an end when the police arrived and shot Alejandro to prevent him from killing Marcus. Marcus was then apprehended and sentenced to lifetime without chance of bail in Cliffside Penitentiary. After the explosion at the Michaels Power Plant, he has been reported missing, his cell having been compromised during the incident. \| ᖇ ᕮ ᖴ ᕮ ᖇ ᕮ ᑎ ᑕ ᕮ ᑭ O ᔕ T ( ᔕ ) : \| ■ Mavericks: Valiant Heroics \| 'Another School Year' ■ New Lilith: Shadows of Darkness \| 'A Late Winter' ■ VIGILANCE: Rise of the Mavericks \| 'IllAdvised Tracking' \| ᑎ O T ᕮ ᔕ : \| ■ Ellara drives a black 1969 Pontiac GTO Judge convertible. ■ Ellara is primarily of Catalan, Mesoamerican and Navajo descent.
1,230	23	22	1,655	862	ANDREW Not dead? He sincerely hoped he wasn’t dead! And if he was, his question remained. Who the hell tackled dead people? No, no, that was all wrong, he wasn’t dead. His head hurt too much for that, and this was most definitely not the afterlife and-Why was he touching his face?! Instinct, as well as some small sense of indignity prompted Andrew to lean away from the prodding fingers. Not only was he generally against having hands shoved in his face for whatever reason, but he didn’t want anyone poking his bruise just now. Probably never. Tender things, faces. And bruises. And pride… Great. He’d been bowled over because this kid thought he was a thief. “No, no, and three times no. I didn’t, I’m not, and I shouldn’t even be here. Where even is here?” Yep, his pride was bruised, but he was more concerned that this night was definitely not going according to plan (well, his plans, anyway), and that he seemed to have been kidnapped for his clothes, and then dumped somewhere else. The thief/kidnapper having been kind enough to offer an exchange, even if he was pretty sure he was getting the better deal. Sort of. He really wanted his jeans and shirt back, even if they were, collectively, probably only 20$, maybe 25. He didn’t keep an expensive wardrobe. At least the new clothes fit… Bright side, right? Maybe? Sure, whatever, he’d take what he could get right now and at least he wasn’t tied up in a basement somewhere, if this guy could get in, then they could get out. Good to know. Soooo, why was he still sitting here? That was yet another question Andrew couldn’t answer. But since he was no longer being tackled, and had caught his breath, he worked his slow way to his feet. Making it look like a lot more effort than it really was as his head tried to file for divorce, or flip the switch, or just roll back to the ground. Had to move slow to keep it from any unreasonable jostling. Really though, he was feeling less and less energetic the longer the younger fellow stood beside him. Fidgeting, questioning, investigating the funny beeping noise… Aw, bugger you, too. Just stop already. He would have liked to be done for the night. Seemed the world had other ideas… Couldn’t it just apparate his bed to right here or something? Summon it? Call it like a dog. He didn’t care how it happened, just that it would be a whole lot better than some random phone set ups beeping at him. If he wasn’t going to get to that tech opening, then, yeah no, he was going to bed. Needless to say, he’d just been watching Miles fiddle with the devices, he was still thinking phones and nothing the kid had done yet was proving him wrong. So, when he was handed one of them, he stared at it like he was being handed literal crap, but he took it anyways, because as much as he did not want this to go on any further, curiousity was a vice. He’d probably pay for it in the morning. But the little bit of surprised mime the teen had going for him sparked some intrigue. Unfortunately. Like this wasn’t already weird enough. Oh no, there had to be personalized phones, too. Andrew only blinked mildly at the screen when it winked on in a way too cheery manner, scrolling his name in block letters and then winking off again like it was just taunting him. He was seriously not in the mood for this shit. At all. But he didn’t have much choice, because if he wanted to know why he was here, he was going to have to play along. So, Andrew made a few dismal attempts to see if he could turn the phone on or make it do something a little more exciting, though he let the kid do most of the legwork, as it were. “Woah hey, no, I’ve got less’ve a clue than you, this rate. I’m not even supposed to be here.” And if he didn’t take this up with Dr. Maddison tomorrow, you could be sure it was for a damned good reason. Before he could work up to explaining that he’d learned a new lesson about transportation services, his hand vibrated. Or, the phone did, but it must have been set on massage mode and he hadn’t realized that was an option until now. He stared at it for a moment, his thumb automatically hovering already, then, since at least it was something, he shrugged and answered. “Yeah?” No reason not to be familiar, they’d already undressed him, whoever they were. Seen his Stitch boxers, what more was needed to get past formalities? Would have been nice if he was being invited out for a beer, or something. Instead, he got some lady being cryptic. "There's a strength beyond what you could possibly conceive. If you follow the path, you'll find your 'heart' is in fact your strongest source of power." But not cryptic enough. Andrew was a little pale beneath his dark bruise as he pulled the phone away from his ear, hanging up without waiting to make sure that was it. His heart. He didn’t make it some big secret. There were enough people who knew about it that questions in the right places could figure it out. Hell, he had a medical bracelet… He’d had-no, still there. They could have read it and set this up after whatever happened in the car. Still though, still… “Yeah, creepy lady. I mean what the fff-” Ehhh, screw it. “-uck?” Censoring be damned. Neither of them had the answers. But at least he wasn’t the only one. And he was clinging to that comfort, brain sludgily trying to work through the message he’d just been given, trying to figure out what this whole set-up was intended to achieve, when he either had his answer, or a really horrible coincidence decided to explode nearby. Bright flash, trembling ground and horrific amount of noise in too small a timeframe notwithstanding, he was inclined to move away from the big bang. On general survival instinct. But there, curiousity was his downfall yet again. And it sounded big, really big. Damaged building big. If people were hurt, he couldn’t just walk away. Not to mention- “Hey! Wait!” Making a grab for the other guy before he could rush headlong into probable danger, Andrew missed by a mile, but followed after quickly enough, headache settling into a dull bother in the back of his awareness as adrenaline took over, pushing it away. “Holy shit. Holy shee-it!” The bank was on fire. It was almost the only light on the street, but bright enough for the moment he didn’t even notice the streetlights weren’t on. Didn’t notice the few cars either speeding away or slowing down or crashed. Just glowing metal doors and flames licking up their edges and a big, black hole in the middle, yawning wide. “Hey! Hey! Don’t go in, you don- woah, not cool!” When he saw two other figures walking towards the bank doors, the hot, twisted, half melted bank doors, Andrew moved to stop them. Thinking they were liable to burn themselves in their haste and it wasn’t like anyone would be in there at this hour, right? Right? Hell, he didn’t even know what time it was but after the first freaking fireball got thrown at his head, he figured they weren’t worried about anyone possibly inside. He’d ducked the first one, felt his hair get a little crispy it was so close a call. And stopped just short of stepping into the second when the other figure rushed way too fast towards him and started dragging him by his collar. Making a sound very like a cat choking on a hairball, his next protest was cut-off and he spent a few precious seconds grabbing for the wrist attached to the hand that had hauled him off his feet and was threatening to give him roadrash on top of the whiplash attempt before remembering he wasn’t exactly helpless, even in the face of fireballs and uhh, really fast running. The fingers slipped through his collar and he flailed midair to get back on his feet right as he rushed through a-an ambulance. The side of the vehicle abruptly blocking his view of the surprised expression on the guy’s face as he finally came to a stop. Ha! That was more like it! Now what?	\| NAME: \| Andrew Blythe Williams \| NICKNAME(S): \| Annie, Andy, Drooly, Cherry \| ALIAS: \| Someone else make something up. \| D.O.B.: \| 10/05/1992 \| AGE: \| 23 \| SEX: \| Male \| SEXUALITY: \| Heterosexual \| APPEARANCE: \| At 5’7” and over 180lbs, Andrew is a heavy man in a round rather than intimidating way. With a bit of a paunch, no obvious muscle and a penchant for smiling, he’s about as unthreatening as they come, and he likes it that way. His hair is brown, straight and longer on top than on the sides. It tends towards flyaway fashion due to its thinner wispiness as well as his habit of running his hand through it absentmindedly. He has small brown eyes that, more often than not, are complemented by dark circles beneath them. They are close set under straight, thin eyebrows, with a button of a nose and thin lips. He also has a bit of dark scruff on his cheeks and chin that he keeps short. He is of the opinion it makes him look older. He has no distinguishing birthmarks, only a few small scars on his hands and arms from work or stupid accidents and a raised, angry looking scar about three inches long, running vertically from just under his left collarbone. It leaves him with slight difficulty raising his left arm above his shoulder, but he doesn’t do that very often anyway. Another, older scar runs down the middle of his chest to just past his sternum as a thin, puckered line. His voice is light, with an easy speaking rhythm, though it drops to a lower register when he’s speaking thoughtfully. His clothing choices usually consist of jeans and plain coloured shirts, sometimes vests, with comfortable shoes. Nothing fancy. He wears a medical alert bracelet on his right wrist. \| ABILITIES/SKILLS: \| Density Manipulation. Andrew is able to alter the density of his body and other objects to great extremes. He can lower his density or raise it. With enough practice, he will be capable of stopping the alteration at any point between the two extremes he is capable of, and so, limit the effects it has on his body as well as using the partial changes to different advantage. He is far more familiar with shifting to a lighter density, though he still hasn’t explored all it has to offer, but he has figured out that he can move through objects that are usually considered solid, such as walls, and let moving objects pass through him. He becomes lighter, making it easier to move him or for him to move himself, and he’s used this to move heavier things than he sometimes should, provided they’re small enough to affect the whole of them. He can walk on water and even air, though it’s not easy to move without something a little more solid to push against. He can also cool himself or something else down by lowering the density, and can withstand higher temperatures while his density is lower, but, so far, nothing that isn’t already humanly possible. On the opposite end of the spectrum, while he has yet to realize that he can and so is completely unfamiliar with raising his density, it should have similar, though opposing effects on his physiology. Having a higher density would make it harder to inflict damage to his body or whatever he’s raised the density of. He’d also be harder to move, and far heavier in general(12 tons top weight, currently about 4 tons). At his highest peak, he could stop bullets and speeding cars, but he’d definitely be bruised afterwards. Explosions and heavier weapons would do less damage than usual, but he’d certainly feel it, and extremely small projectiles, like, grain of sand size, might penetrate his skin or pierce his eyes and do almost the same damage they would were he at normal density. Swimming would be impossible and fragile structures could break under him. He’d be stronger though, capable of dragging semis and lifting smaller cars. Though I doubt he’d ever throw them, both for insurance reasons and because he’d need both arms over his head and that hurts. He wouldn’t be able to heat himself up the same as he can cool down, as the latter is due to air movement, but he could gain a little extra heat from densely packed molecules, and would certainly lose heat much slower. Through skin on thing contact, he can affect inanimate objects, and might develop the ability to affect other people, animals and plants, or at the least he’ll keep trying just to see if he can. Separate, small objects are easily isolated and altered, and he has to think about it as little as he thinks about changing his own density. He can change the density of part of a large object, like a wall or the floor or a car door, but it is much harder, and the default shape he manages each time is a circle, unless there’s already a line for his eye to follow, like an archway. With time, he might be able to change that. The amount he can alter is still limited to matching his mass. And provided he hasn’t gone over this limit, he can alter more than one substance at a time just as long as it is in contact with what he’s in contact with. Knows he can -phase through things -walk on water -cool himself off -lighten/phase smaller things He can’t change the density of particular body parts, though he can control the size of the area for other things, with his body it’s all or nothing, and with smaller things, it’s usually all or nothing as well, just by default. With practice and concentration, he might eventually be able to alter only a portion of the object. He has to be touching the thing he wants to affect or the alteration will go back to normal on its own. Usually within 30-60 seconds. So far, he has only been able to affect objects up to his own mass or down to a large pebble. With enough time to stretch his power muscles, the limit might go up by a fair bit, but it won’t go down by much. While he can walk on both water and air, it’s rather like moving on very loose sand. Difficult to do at speed. While he has the potential to maintain the density alterations indefinitely, or at least, for as long as he’s ever bothered to without it turning off on him, neither his heart nor his pacemaker appreciate the changes to their molecular structure. At lower densities, his heart rate speeds up due to the lowered blood pressure and at higher densities it slows down. Both leave him feeling lightheaded and might provoke fainting spells, though the former includes chest pains and the latter puts him at risk of his pacemaker shocking his heart out of sync, which at best means a few seconds of palpitations and at worst an artificially created cardiac arrest that won’t stop until he goes back to normal density and finds a magnet to switch it off and back on or collapses. Depending on his activity levels and amount of density alteration, 5 minutes might be his limit on the short end, though he has managed to walk for half an hour at his lightest before he started to suffer consequences. (This limit only applies to his own body, he can keep a thing’s density altered as long as he wants. And until he gets his pacemaker fixed, he's not at risk of the malfunctioning bit.) Because he needs air to stay alive and there is an unsurprisingly limited amount within most solid objects, he can't stay phased inside them for long unless they are also at a much lighter density to allow airflow. He can only keep up the alteration while conscious. When he changes part of a thing’s density rather than a whole, there can be consequences. Such as raising the density of a car door causing it to become too heavy for the hinges holding it in place. Or making a part of the ceiling lighter might mean the things he didn’t realize were hanging from it fall down. Usually, unless it’s a small wall, the integrity wouldn’t be compromised, but it’s a good idea not to prolong the alteration. Also, there’s no visible change in the object’s appearance except that it might not move in the wind or stop water from moving through it. He has limited, if any, protection against psionic, energy, or electrical(even less) attacks. He can quote all of the Lion King, most of Lilo & Stitch, and still cries when Bambi’s mother dies. He also knows the lyrics to most of the better known Disney songs. He has no idea how this happened, and it has nothing to do with the number of times he’s watched their movies. Nope, nothing. He is a bundle of useless trivia, from bug facts to flower meanings, from historical significance to the average number of people that can fit in an elevator or what the Guinness world record is for how long a chicken lived without its head. He can drive. He knows CPR, first aid, and emergency response protocol. He has taken several self-defense courses, because you never know (and his grandma insisted). He’s probably forgotten more than half of them though. Balloon animals. Fluent in English, yep. Also knows rudimentary Spanish and German. He will try to make whatever food you ask of him, provided you can give him the recipe. It still might not taste great, but he's handy enough in a kitchen. \| BACKSTORY: \| Born in New Alexandria, Andrew didn’t stay there long as his parents very quickly decided to move closer to the bigger hospital on the mainland when his birth came with the major complication of hypoplastic left heart syndrome and the commute between there and home cost too much time and energy, not to mention money they didn’t have. He was in and out of that hospital more times than his parents cared to count over the next several years, occasionally due to false alarms, and his heart acting up, and sometimes from the more usual troubles children can get themselves into. But he was otherwise a happy enough child, eager to make friends and see his grandparents and ride the ferry to get to them. He was just lucky his grandparents had the money set aside for travel to be able to offer some financial help and forego their planned years of vacationing. Although things had started to settle down a little when he was six, he was waiting for a new heart for two years during which his health gradually diminished again. Thankfully, the worst moment that year, was also instrumental in bumping him up the wait list. He went into full cardiac arrest when he was 8 years old, and though they managed to shock his heart into resetting itself, continuing to live was not the only ‘gift’ he thinks that shock gave him. He’s not entirely sure, but he figures something about the electrical impulses combined with the emotional rush must have sparked awake some dormant genes in his cells a few years before puberty might have flipped the switch naturally. Or it triggered something that would have remained quiescent his whole life. Either way, after that day, he had a few accidents that involved falling through things he shouldn’t have fallen through. Like walls and floors… It took him some time, witnesses, and several colourful bruises to realize he wasn’t hallucinating. During this time, he also had a brief fling with his neighbor, who was a nice girl and a good friend, after a talk about boyfriends and girlfriends turned into him admitting that he wasn’t sure he’d get that far. So, she invited him to be her boyfriend, her ‘ghost’ boyfriend after she saw him fall through the counter he was leaning on, which mostly amounted to proudly holding hands when they were together and doing most of the same things as they always had. With an extra side of her encouraging him to figure out the whole falling through things… thing. They talked about lots of things that fall, from her collection of beetles to the sorts of things he’d do once he had his power under control. From their different teachers and the notes he’d missed while dozing off to what they wanted to be when they grew up. She wanted to be an astronaut for a brief stint; he wanted to be a doctor, or a clown. The boyfriend thing lasted about two months before they sort of mutually forgot it and then his family moved again, to a more affordable place in East Beach when the project started up. He didn’t forget her though, or the plans he’d had to be a superhero. But it never amounted to much of anything. Never in the right place at the right time, and he didn’t know anything about saving people. The fact that too much stress on his heart made it act up worse than usual didn’t help. Gradually, the ideals slipped to the side and the power was just this thing he couldn’t do that well anyway. When he finally got his new heart, things were looking up, he was feeling good and there was only one fright when his body tried to reject it. But that cleared up and he avoided all the other risks through chance and a very faithful following of the care plan his doctor put together. So, he focused on school, and friends, and asking the neighbours if they wanted him to mow their lawn or walk their dog for a dollar or three until he was old enough to work. He liked visiting New Alexandria and his maternal grandparents, occasionally managing to convince his grandfather to take him out in his boat (it really wasn’t that hard). He spent plenty of time, too, in figuring out how the whole slipping through walls worked, and what else he could do with it. He showed his grandma, because she always seemed to have the answer to everything, and his parents were fully aware that he was up to something and being sneaky. Ellen probably told them, because they did sit him down to talk to him about behaving responsibly a few days after he’d told her, but they never asked explicitly. Unfortunately, in practicing and being unsure of what he was doing, Andrew wasn’t always balanced in shifting the density of his body, and it had a detrimental effect on the healing nerves around his heart. Eventually, they settled into a far slower heartbeat than was healthy, resulting in regular fainting spells that had his doctor reluctantly suggesting a pacemaker to regulate it. He didn’t enjoy the process, or the feeling of something else making his heart beat, but he got used to it eventually, and now it’s second nature to go through his daily routine with it and to talk about it if he has to. Because although he doesn’t do a lot of travelling, he has occasionally set off a store’s security. He is definitely relieved to be free of the fainting spells though, and has learned to be even more careful with his power than he was, but is far less limited than before. He’s gone through the rest of growing up pretty normally, managing to keep in touch with Janelle, the girl he’d ‘dated,’ and meeting up with her as often as they could manage. He did have one girlfriend in highschool too, though that barely lasted a full school year before she broke up with him at the start of summer. It hurt, but thinking back on it now, he’s not sure how they even lasted that long, given their extremely different approaches to practically everything. He got a job as a grocery store clerk where he used his power to shelve heavy things until he graduated. Then he followed Janelle to the university campus since he liked spending time with her and wanted a change of scenery anyway. They rent an apartment together in the Sound while his parents have moved back to New Alexandria to live with his grandfather. He took a semester of classes with an undeclared major, but found his attention constantly drifting no matter what class he was taking and decided not to use up his money until he could figure out what he wanted to take and stick with it. He has stayed on as groundskeeper though, and is saving up what he can while he works out what he wants to do with his life. The explosion’s left him with a faulty pacemaker and, although he doesn’t realize it yet, the other side of his power’s spectrum. He’s more concerned about his friends and family being okay than he is about himself though. \| MOTIVATION/OBJECTIVE: \| Andrew’s daily goals include making the most of the opportunities he’s given, having fun, and brightening at least one stranger’s day. He doesn’t have the means to make it big or hugely generous, but if he can do something for someone else, he’s going to try; handing over small change or giving a bit of his time or just offering an encouraging compliment are easy to do and a good habit to have, he figures. His motivation comes from wanting to do something with his life to give back to a community that helped his family through hard times. He just hasn’t managed to figure out quite what he’s capable of or what he wants to do. Maybe it’s the lingering childhood disappointment that superhero isn’t a viable career move, but part of him isn’t sure anything he thinks of would be enough. \| SUPPORTING CAST: \| Bailey & Harrison Williams – Mother and Father Andrew is close to both of his parents, often getting into emoji wars with his mother and watergun fights with his dad. He tries to get out to see them at least once a month, and usually manages more. He is greatly appreciative of everything they’ve done for him and the support they still offer, whether it be through tough love or just telling him to take a chance because he only lives once. They’ve been together since their own high school days and although they aren’t always obvious about their love, Andrew’s rarely seen them fight and swears they can read each other’s minds. Bailey is an aspiring writer who leads tours and assists researchers depending on the season, and Harrison works as an archivist at the New Alexandria campus. Dietrich Best – Grandfather Rough around the edges and still bitching about the bridge that ruined the ferry business, even though there’s still some tourists that want to ride on them, Dietrich isn’t the most forthrightly kind person you’ll ever meet. But he has a gruff voice and an easier temper than his sharp tone implies and a great deal of love in his heart, for all he finds it hard to show. He and Andrew are often co-conspirators when it comes to getting into mischief. His spirit’s dwindled since his wife died, burning a little more fitfully, and his mind’s starting to wander, but he’s still a force to be reckoned with in his lucid moments. He worked on the Regal ferry from 14 to 65, with a break only for the war. Ellen Best – Grandmother(deceased) She was her grandson’s bestest friend, her daughter’s greatest supporter, the harshest critic of her son-in-law, and the light of her husband’s life. Now that she’s gone, they all feel her absence, and for all it’s been eight years, Andrew still catches himself sometimes thinking that he’s found something she’d love to hear about. Janelle Foss – Best Friend and Roommate Friends since before they can remember, they had an on again, off again method of keeping up with each other during their school years when they were living across the city, but now that they live in the same apartment, they’ve given each other pseudo-sibling status and bicker about the rent while leaving silly little notes around the place for each other in the hopes of winning a smile. She knows about his power and his heart problems and his penchant for singing Disney songs in the shower. He knows about her string of weird boyfriends and very real crush on Gerald Butler and fear of driving. They’ve both agreed that if no one comes along for them by the time they’re 35, she’ll pity marry him and he’ll settle for what he can get. \| REFERENCE POST(S): \| Link One Link Two Link Three \| NOTES: \| Left-handed. Writing looks like this. Is an organ donor. He has a card. Also has a pacemaker ID card so he can flash it around when he sets a security alarm off and people start questioning his morals. Volunteers off and on at the children’s hospital. Collaboration and character driving noted.
1,231	23	23	2,300	468	The Mavericks \| Neo-Genesis Prologue "Blitzed, Bolts and Bad Luck Ram Ram scrambled back, suppressing his yelp of surprise to a grunt as he was nearly blinded from the change in light. As the shudder subsided, he risked rising to a low squat and peeking to see the damage. He was only dimly aware of the ambulance halted in the middle of the street, only having eyes for the destroyed door. ”What have I thrown myself into?” he whispered as he viewed the destroyed bank door. The darkness of the block dampened his vision, but he wanted to garner what he could from these men. The chances were slim that he could do anything as a solitary individual, the least he could do was get intel. Whatever these men wanted, standing in their way seemed suicidal to Ram. ”Don’t be a hero, unless you’re willing to pay the hero’s price” ”You’re damn right, abuelo,” Ram said with a nod as he prepared to back up and get better view elsewhere. The words rang fondly in his head, coloring the dark humor of the situation he found himself in. Those words also left his mind almost immediately as he saw the doors on the opposite end of the building he peeked around burst open, and a smaller figure charged out. As the figure came to the curb--Ram took a deep breath, stimulating his vision to make out more detail, able to see this person was likely a child-- purple light began to extend down both his arms and past them before quickly massing into a pair of larger glowing arms. Followed by another form, Ram saw as the two heading to the bank suddenly turned, alerted to more people. ”That...will not end well,” he stated as the first fireball was launched from the criminals. Miles “Dude! Don’t try to save the criminals,” Miles chided the older man with a cry. There was no time for more conversations as the pair across the street launched into action simultaneously. Miles dove to the side, narrowly missing the first wave of heat. Landing on his feet, he spun around and crossed Fitz’s arms in time to block the second fireball headed straight for him. “Ooph!” His feet slid back slightly from the force. That last fireball had packed more of a punch. Miles looked up in time to see the fire guy direct his efforts at the Not-Dead Guy. Miles took the opportunity to dip low and dart around, giving the Fire guy a wide berth before darting in and launching himself with Fitz’s hands from the hood of a parked car. Coming down on the man, Miles let out a holler! ”Get some!” Bad idea. The cry gave the man the heads up he needed and he turned to meet Miles, releasing a quick burst of electric energy. Miles’ body locked up, Fitz absorbing a good amount of the energy before quickly dissipating, and he fell to the ground with a soft thud. Miles saw the man look to his partner. ”Go!” he barked. The pain wasn’t overwhelming, but his joints were locked up and spasms ran the length of his body. Miles knew he was in a relatively tough spot. He felt like there might have been a lesson on being a Hero on the Rise, that covered something like this situation. “Dammit kid,” a voice said above him, he could just move his still tensed head to see the Fire-Lightning guy standing a few feet from him, “you really should have just stayed in your lane.” Ah. There it was. Allen First off, the job hadn’t said anything about civilians. Hell, that was the whole reason Allen had taken the job. No riff-raff, no problem. Secondly, “Are you fucking kidding me?” He asked, a beautiful blend of irritation, anger and fear playing into the inflections of his voice. At least one of these civvies were Hypes, and what were the chances of that? He took a pause, slumping forward. He was irritated because the dark figure had been right, even worse that fucking blitzed looking chick had been right. His anger stemmed from knowing the night had just become that much longer. And that voice of fear whispering in his ear told him, that blitzed bitch was probably right about everything. “Fuck that, fuck that fuck that!” His partner would kill him if he fucked up further, and he liked living. His proclamation rang out as he shook his head and produced a smooth black cube from the inside of his jacket. However, the memory still crept in for a moment. Jilted flashes of Allen leaving their assignment pick-up spot. Walking down a hallway. Peering--for one stolen second--into the crack of a partially opened door. Seeing that blitzed bitch from before, talking to someone. ”He isn’t ready. His error will be a great one.” Allen knew she spoke of him. There was no question about that. But, he wouldn’t fuck up, not with this much money on the line… Ventus shook his head and took off running, quickly building momentum as he neared the entrance of bank, it’s entrance still smoldering slightly. ”Get in and get out,”, he told himself as his image began to blur with his increasing speed. Ram Old memories of panic began to play in Ram’s mind as he ran into the fray unfolding itself. But a touch of exhilaration traced the length of his form as well. Some of the frenzy he felt just like that day back home, so long ago. This time though, maybe he could do something. He darted forward, noting the patient who had spilled from the back of the vehicle. This definitely was no place for someone already injured. ”Are you well?” Ram asked her, kneeling quickly beside her and hoisting her up into his arms, ”sorry about this. Gotta get you to safety.” He stepped into the back of the vehicle and set her down. Images of acrid smoke, coughing people and a toppled building met his minds eye, but he pushed it before it overwhelmed him. ’Not here.’ he scolded himself. He looked around the small area, before finding a fire extinguisher. Perfect! He took it and handed to her. ”You take this, and if that guy outside gets in here, you give him a hefty cooldown, yeah?” With a nod, he darted from the vehicle, peering around the open door, just in time to see the older figure from the abandoned building run through the ambulance! God, what was this night? He didn’t have time to worry, as his eyes rested on the boy from earlier. Things weren’t looking good. He focused on the figure hovering above the boy. What did he know? Quickly! ’His body is like a conduit. He channels the energy, but has the most control in his hands. The hands!’ Producing his pocket knife from the side of his shoe, Ram knew he only had one shot. But, with his enhanced aim, one shot would be all he needed. He hoped. Ram straightened, darking a deep breath and holding it. His eyes welled, pupils dilating and expanding. Gaze narrowed, breath held, heartbeats felt, the weight of the blade taken in, the path of the blade accounted. The man lifted his hands up, and a small glow appeared in between them, aimed directly for the young boy on the ground still. And, go! A swift motion and Ram chucked the blade through the air, the slice of it creating a small cycle of whistles. Its aim sat true as the knife lodged into the right hand of its target. Ren Ren felt blinding pain--jarring him from the budding cathartic release of expelling more energy. He had been about to toast this kid. He cried out, turning his hand over to see the knife blade sticking through it. His head whipped to the right, focusing on the ambulance, the source of the assault. Pain dulled the edges of his eyesight for a moment and a groan of pain doubled him over as he ripped the knife from his hands. He seethed now, bits of spittle dripping from his mouth following the effort of “de-knifing” himself. They had been assured there would be no external interference. Yet here they were, “And if I have anything to say about it, someone’s going to burn.” He lobbed a fireball at the ambulance, the concussive force more than the heat rocking the vehicle. Ventus appeared in the entrance of the bank, and Ren looked at him expectantly. He’d be damned if they didn’t finish their primary objective: switching out those metallic cube containers. Ventus nodded at him curtly, before Ren focused his attention back to the ambulance, momentarily forgetting the boy. He pointed to the vehicle. ”New rule: no loose ends,” he stated simply. Allen Allen sped forward, reaching the ambulance drivers side door and opening it in one swift movement. He gave the driver a quick smile, “Sorry bud, nothing personal. But, ain’t nothing more important than the moolah. You know how it is.” He gave the driver a weak smile before reaching in, un-belting the seat belt, taking out the keys and grabbing the man in less than a second. He flung the driver from the ambulance and out in the street. Allen shrugged again nearing him, ”It’s just business.” After he took care of this guy, he’d be taking care of that Hype from before. He’d leave the freakshow kid to Ren. Blitzed bitch predictions or not, Allen Ventus was getting paid tonight no matter what.	\| NAME(S): \| Miles Alexander Bergeron \| NICKNAME(S): \| Really just Miles, or Milaminute when he’s telling a story. \| ALIAS(ES): \| PsycheOut \| D.O.B.: \| 10/10/2001 \| AGE: \| 15 \| SEX: \| Nope \| SEXUALITY: \| Asexual \| APPEARANCE: \| Now coming to the tail end of his second round of that awkward “teenage development”, Miles is still adjusting to his latest growth spurt (standing at 5’8”). He’s more on the slender side, weighing in at around 120. His hazel eyes are typical filled with mirth and it’s quite easy to make him laugh. Fashion alludes him, even though his older cousin Illani has tried her best to help the poor kid out. He typically sticks to colored tees and fitted pants, ideal attire for getting into after-school shenanigans. \| ABILITIES/SKILLS: \| Magipsychic Energy Manipulation On the night of November 17, 2013 Miles snuck into his Grandfather’s study, searching for things he shouldn’t have been. Magical objects lined the wall but he made a beeline for a simple yet elegant crystal pyramid known as the Crystallis Memora. Upon placing his hands on it, such concentrated magic, Miles reacted to it. His dormant Minerva Hype (Pyschometry and Vague Aura Reading) gene was activated in response, flooding him with his grandfather’s memories. The trauma was such that his own magic was activated in defense, mingling with his hype gene, it threw up a psychic defense: a magic empowered psychic manifestation that shielded him from the expulsion of magic defense that was sent out from the Crystallis Memora. “Sticky Hands” - Primarily, Miles is able to generate psychic extensions of his own hands. His control over the hands allows him to enlarge them about roughly the size of a couch. He can use these hands to grab things, swat enemies and the like. He can only extend the “Sticky Hands” to about 10 feet and he can only produce two of them, stemming from his fists. Though they don’t feel pain, if they were to be severed or cleaved, Miles would feel it. “Dome Time” - By expelling psychic and magic energy at once, Miles is able to quickly “harden” it, creating a barrier to block physical attacks and psychic attacks. It doesn’t do well against most psychic attacks as of now, while Miles still has a way to go. As for the physical attacks, it can withstand multiple rounds of bullets. However, Miles can generally only hold the dome for about 120 seconds. 60 seconds if he widens it accommodate more people. “Fitz” - is the name Miles would come to call his initial manifestation of energy that saved him that night. Since then, Miles has only been able to generate a full Fitz twice, and both situations left him unconscious for a day. Fitz stands at about 6 and a half feet and encompasses Miles. In this form, Fitz is able to expel a limited number of psionic-magic blasts before his form is compromised. He is highly durable and mobile, but Miles is hard-pressed to hold his form for more than 5 minutes. him was a Magipsychic Energy manifestation. The name is mainly his way of describing what he can do in one term. Fitz has shown no external sentience besides Miles’ own. Miles is unconscious while Fitz is in full form and should he be woken, Fitz disappears immediately. He can typically only be woken by mental means as noises don’t affect him. \| BACKSTORY: \| It sucks when you know exactly where you went wrong. That one decision that led to This, and from This you wound up with That. That put you There and without a care you end up Here. November 17th, 2013. ’In front of this damn crystal. Always this crystal. I know this black, this dark. Why am I still afraid?’ Does the knowing make it better? I don’t think it does. ’I just wanted to learn the secrets of magic like the rest of the Bergeron family. My family’. Which is admirable, a man for the family, right? Especially when as a member of this Magni family, you still hadn’t shown any magical inclinations. No knowledge of the denotation of magic. ’It’s her fault. I can’t help thinking it and feeling certain of it. It’s her fault for making me a half-breed. Some human and Homo Magnus combination….. But she tried her best, gave unconditional love to a child ostracized by the rest of the Bergeron family in Louisiana. And a father who had left before the pee on the stick could even turn blue. But even with no husband, being a mother was always at the forefront of her mind. ’Life was awesome, before 10. Always her and me and Cousin Bebe. Any day was a new adventure, and I knew was that our family was supposed to be a special one because we were on of the first free black families. That’s what they always told us. Why couldn’t they have just told us the truth? I could have started to learn earlier maybe. Something that wouldn’t have put me….here…’ But a Bergeron child displays magic 7, on average. 5 if they are gifted and 10 if they’re a late bloomer. And then there are the Others, the Others that never do. Only a few in the history of Bergeron, but their lives are something to be dreaded. ’Dreaded heavily, as I soon came to find out. I just wanted to get away, I didn’t care at first. But the Bergeron family wouldn’t accept another “failure”. How do you excommunicate a child? From a family? And...I could see how much it hurt my mom. I couldn’t do that to her. I never imagined... Oh that imagination. Overactive, always creating a scenario, an imaginary friend. Some that lasted longer than others. The boy with the mind that could go a lightyear a minute, the family always said. They had such high hopes in that imagination, that wonderment. Second only to that uncanny intuition for reading people. Maybe it meant the birth of another prodigy. Then age 5 went by, while 7 slinked over the hill 2 years later and 10 didn’t want rear its head of reality. But I guess not even the greatest can halt the flow of time. ’And that’s when they saw I was one of the Others. The smiles disappeared, uncles stopped clapping me on the back, aunts were hard pressed to invite me to family birthdays and even my cousins looked at me a little sideways. I hated it.’ Endured it for 2 years, until enough had passed enough and was starting to trickle into the realm of violent resentment. ’Because no matter how hard I tried to learn it, magic just wouldn’t come to me. And I got to wonderin’...wonderin’ and plottin’. And that’s when Grandpa Remy-Lou’s Crystallis Memora started tinkling just a bit brighter. None of the other cousin’s knew what it was really for. But I figured it out and he told me years back. Everything that he’s ever learned and experienced, as the current Patriarch of the family. Passed down to the next, and so on. He’d been prepping it for the next heir. There it sat, in the midst of his study, deceived as a forgotten simple decoration. ’It was better that way, he said. That way no one would ever suspect it. And I got curious. Just one touch, was all. Maybe I could learn his trick, see his cheats...but I didn’t expect...I didn’t expect the pain. So many flashes of the hurt. That anger, pain, death...so many people. And then, nothing. But it’s okay to not remember. Sometimes, it’s even better that way. ’Curiosity killed the cat, but what if there was never any satisfaction to bring it back. What happens to it then, my little sly friend. What are you left with?’ You’re left with you and me. \| MOTIVATION/OBJECTIVE: \| Since leaving the Bergeron family, Miles has actually experienced a sense of freedom. He’s an intelligent kid and an innocently presumptuous one at that, he just wants to help and on another level, he wants to prove himself. Become something the Bergeron family never expected. \| SUPPORTING CAST: \| WIP So Far: -Claire Bergeron: Miles’ mother. A magni herself, she sealed her powers in a vow of solitude with her son when their family attempted to Ex-Communicate him. Now that Miles is older, she’s debating telling him this information. -Belina-Brooks “Bebe” Jackson: Miles’ cousin and childhood friend. -Ilani Marie Jackson: Miles’ older cousin. She’s more like an older sister, having lived with him and his mother for a few years. \| REFERENCE POST(S): \| .....my intro to Rise of the Mavericks should probably be weight enough. XoXo \| NOTES: \| I think me and Ray-J could be friend, if we ain’t love the same bitch Yeah he mighta hit it first, only problem is I’m rich (I’m rich).
1,232	23	24	1,419	3,681	J O S E P H T H O R E A U A . K . A N E M E S I S ► L A R I S S A \| O L Y M P U SMay 2016 - One Night After The Explosion Why is it things always go from bad to worse? Joseph's thoughts echoed through his head as he struggled to free himself from the locked seatbelt. Held taunt against the seat as a safety precaution, Joseph watched as the beam of energy he originally braked for became only the first strange thing he had witnessed tonight. Thankfully Travis was unconscious for this otherwise he'd have to deal with his ongoing commentary. Reaching forward, Joseph turned the keys in the ignition only for the ambulance to shake and sputter out. The sudden stop had seized up the engine meaning they weren't going anywhere fast and even if the engine had turned over it was unlikely the rest of the ambulance was in great condition. Unlike the corrupt police department which always seemed to have money in the budget for top of the line vehicles, the hospitals had to make due with ambulances that should have been retired well over ten years ago. If Joseph was forced to bet on it, there was a pretty good chance at least one tire had blown out in the screeching halt and he'd even venture to guess the same tire's rim was damaged in the sliding stop. That all said, Joseph wasn't about to simply just sit about and wait for rescue. Especially not after the blast of heat further rocked the already damaged ambulance. This was Larissa and Joseph and Travis were prepared for danger, perhaps not the kind brought on by people with extraordinary abilities but they were prepared to deal with hostile patients. Reaching into a medical bag kept up front, Joseph pulled a couple syringes out, each one filled with a potent sedative meant to be quickly injected to subdue rowdy customers. He was especially thankful that Travis had actually remembered to replenish their supply, a gratitude that swelled as his door was pulled open and he found himself launched from the ambulance and laying on the cold concrete below. "It's just business." The crook smiled as he stood over Joseph. A scowl crossed Joseph's face as he looked up at the sorry excuse for a man before he sprung into action. Lashing out with his legs, Joseph swung hard at the other man's feet, dropping him to the ground in order to buy himself time to scramble to his own feet. Despite being a paramedic, Joseph knew better than to work the streets of the city unarmed as he reached to the back of his belt, drawing a collapsible baton with his other hand held a ready syringe. "You need a career change." Joseph retorted as he rushed the man, hoping to keep him down. Swinging the baton, it was knocked from his hand by the more skilled opponent. But thankfully the man had anticipated the syringe as Joseph drove it down into his foe's forearm. Crying out in pain, the other man knocked Joseph's hand away before he could inject the sedative, delivering a swift kick to the paramedic's ribcage. Winded, Joseph stumbled backwards trying to regain his breath as the other man advanced on him, suddenly he disappeared, only to reappear behind Joseph as he launched a series of attacks seemingly moving at superhuman speeds as Joseph found himself hit from every side until suddenly his hand met skin and the crook appeared in front of him again. Joseph could tell from the man's face he was just as confused as he was but there was no time for hesitation as Joseph delivered a swift upper cut with his elbow, the man's nose spraying blood on the navy blue paramedic jacket. Reaching into his pocket, Joseph produced a second syringe and stabbed it into the man's neck, injecting the sedative into the man's blood stream. Maintaining his grip on the man, Joseph watched the crook's eyes roll backwards as he slowly slumped into unconsciousness. As the body went limp, Joseph let go before collapsing to one knee himself in order to regain his breath.	N E M E S I S"Mother had a saying, something about how sometimes a favourable outcome requires a few ill-advised actions." O S E P H E D W A R D T H O R E A U ◼ 0 2 / 0 8 / 1 9 9 4 ( 2 2 ) ◼ M A L E ◼ H E T E R O S E X U A L ▼ A P P E A R A N C E:"Yeah I know, I don't look like a Thoreau."//STATS: ◼ HEIGHT \| 5'-10" ◼ WEIGHT \| 164 lbs ◼ BUILD \| Athletic ◼ EYE COLOUR \| Deep blue outer iris with an inner ice blue iris ◼ HAIR COLOUR \| Dark brown with hints of ruddy auburn ◼ ETHNICITY \| Caucasian //DESCRIPTION: Joseph has a slender frame that is covered in compacted muscle built up from years of exercising and toning his body. His torso and legs are built like someone who regularly competes in marathons and free running competitions while his arms and shoulders are built more like that of a boxer mixed with a martial artist. Joseph prides himself on being more balanced in his physique and as such has kept his flexibility and somewhat slender frame despite his well chiseled biceps and abdominal. Joseph is especially known for his keen piercing blue eyes. Deep blue with flecks of icy blue strewn throughout, Joseph's eyes are known for being able to look right through someone as though he is staring into their soul. Joseph has deep brown hair with strands of gold and auburn acting as natural highlights, these are most visible in bright light where as in dim and barely lit places, Joseph's hair can seem to be almost black. He keeps his hair anywhere from a short to medium length, often grooming it into various ways. Joseph's general attire ranges from long sleeve mock tees to hoodies usually. Always paired with straight leg or boot-cut, dark-wash jeans. In collaboration with these, Joseph prefers to wear semi loose fitting tops in an effort to hide his more chiseled physique so as not to draw too much attention to himself. To that end he often will wear a t-shirt paired with a hoodie and jacket, or a long-sleeved shirt adorned with a hood and a jacket. Depending on the weather though Joseph may wear just a t-shirt, or a rolled up long sleeved mock tee. His outfit is almost always complimented with a leather jacket. ▼ B I O G R A P H Y:"Words don't define us, actions do." During the height of the Mavericks' career Joseph's grandfather, Forrest Emerson Thoreau was a officer with the Larissa Lilith Police Department, often providing support to the Mavericks themselves. Proud to call himself an ally to the Mavericks, Forrest often told a young Joseph tales of the daring heroics the vigilantes had once brought to Larissa and its surrounding areas. However, Joseph's father, Silas Edward Thoreau didn't see eye to eye with his own father and while Forrest had been aiding the Mavericks, Silas had been away at Harvard earning his law degree and developing a deep rooted seed of hatred against those who took the law into their own hands. Upon Silas' return to Larissa, the ambitious young lawyer set his eyes on the gross abuse of the law he considered the Mavericks to be. Appealing to the local district attorney, it was Silas who instigated the city's zero tolerance policy towards vigilantes and ultimately caused the Mavericks to vanish from history. Due in part to his contribution to the city's new anti-vigilante stance, Silas became a valued asset with numerous law firms trying to recruit the young hotshot. Having his pick of the crop, Silas settled in with Campbell and Reid quickly rising to partner over three short years. Eyed by the District Attorney's office, Silas was scouted to take over the position of state prosecutor. Settling into his new career with ease, Silas eventually met and impregnated a young woman by the name of Samantha Russells. Desperate to keep the bastard child out of public headlines, Silas married Samantha in a private civil ceremony. Nine months later, Joseph Edward Thoreau was born to his loving mother and career driven father. Growing up distant from his father, Joseph spent most of his time with his mother and grandfather. His mother provided the love and care every growing boy needed while Forrest filled the void left by Silas and taught Joseph many numerous life skills. Drawing upon his years of experience as a former police officer, Forrest taught Joseph to listen to the beat of the city, to hear its voice and learn its rhythms. Due to the teachings of his grandfather, Joseph grew to a strong set of street-smarts, taught to remain constantly aware of his surroundings and how to read those within them. But Joseph found he had trouble connecting to the city, especially on its crowded streets. Constantly overwhelmed, he found the only time he could clearly hear the rhythm of the city was from high above the street. Looking down on the world, Joseph learned how to pick apart the details and eventually found his groove. The city became his playground and Joseph would sneak out of the house to play among the roof tops. It was from this height that the corruption growing in Larissa first became clear to Joseph, he could see the city was sick and that the illness was only spreading. It was here that the idea to follow in his grandfather's footsteps was laid in Joseph's head, within him a fire had lit and the flames of passion ignited a need to help the people of Larissa, a need he wouldn't act on until quite a few years later. Originally traversing them by climbing fire escape after fire escape before eventually growing bold enough to jump from roof to roof. From there Joseph's skills only continued to expand as Joseph learned to move more efficiently from place to place, learning the city from a whole new angle. At least he would have until his mother, Samantha caught Joseph sneaking in through a window one dark Larissa night. Never before had the boy seen his mother so scared as she checked him over for any sign of injury, acting as though he had been out re-enacting the stories of the Mavericks. Making him swear to never use the roof tops again, Joseph was literally grounded from that point on. But he learned to adapt, find new ways to hear the city as he moved through the crowded streets and eventually behind the wheel as his grandfather taught him how to drive and he succeeded in gaining his driver's license. Despite never being the brightest in his class, Joseph never struggled through school. Maintaining above average grades and achieving honors upon graduation, Joseph had a wide selection of post-secondary institutions to choose from along with several sizable scholarships. However money had never been a concern for the Thoreau's thanks to Joseph's distant father. Deciding to take inspiration from his grandfather, Joseph turned his back on the numerous high brow institutions that had sent him accepted letters before deciding to pursue his education at the local community college. Enrolling for EMT certification, Joseph completed course after course until finding a career with the Larissa General Hospital as a paramedic. Never had Joseph felt so much pride as the day his grandfather shook his hand to congratulate the young man upon his first assignment. Silas however was disgusted with Joseph's career choices, his attitude towards Joseph causing friction between both Joseph and himself as well as Samantha and he. Combined with his constant distant behavior, Silas' negative attitude towards Joseph was the straw that broke the camel's back and Samantha and Silas divorced. Having moved out during his time at college, the split did little to upset Joseph's living arrangements. His mother however relocated from the Olympus district to a country home in the more rural district of Mount Nysa. Making time to visit his mother over the weeks that followed, Joseph was rather confused by how little the divorce seemed to bother her. Silas on the other hand was working hard to keep the divorce out of his public image least it reflect poorly upon him. On the night of the blackout, Joseph was awoken from his slumber in order to respond to an evacuation order at the Michaels' Nuclear Facility. Arriving at the scene just as the explosion rocked the area, Joseph's ambulance was rendered completely powerless. Nonetheless, Joseph wasn't deterred as he rushed the scene helping the wounded to safety until other first responders arrived. Working to clear the scene, Joseph worked into overtime, eventually being relieved after nearly eighteen long hours. ▼ A B I L I T I E S / S K I L L S:"Time to level the playing field." ▼ ABILITY AUGMENTATION ◼ STAGE 01 \| Joseph possesses the ability to enhance the abilities of other gifted individuals. By laying his hands on another who possesses extraordinary abilities, Joseph can increase the potency of their abilities beyond what they are currently capable of. This increase only lasts as long as Joseph remains in contact with the ability's host and its effects almost immediately dissipate as soon as Joseph lets go. At this stage, Joseph can only boost the abilities of another in one aspect meaning if he increased the range of an attack, he could not increase its potency. ◼ STAGE 02 \| As Joseph's powers continue to grow, his abilities are further able to increase those of another. The next growth in his powers allows Joseph to amplify all aspects of another's abilities. This means he increases the range, potency, duration and any other necessary aspects of the ability in question. Furthermore Joseph no longer requires physical contact with those he's familiar with. Joseph is able to form empathetic links with those who he's close to allowing him to amplify their abilities while they're nearby. However as with his early abilities, the effects are only temporary, wearing off an hour or so after Joseph terminates the link. ◼ STAGE 03 \| At Joseph's peak, he is able to evolve the abilities of others to their fullest potential. This could lead to any number of outcomes and may even hurt the host as their powers become too unstable to control or contain. This effect can last for upwards of a day depending on Joseph's bond with the host, those he has an empathetic connection with will find themselves empowered longer than another gifted individual who Joseph has just encountered. That said, Joseph's ability no longer requires physical contact and can operate solely on a field of effect although he can choose his targets. Physically touching another increases the duration of the evolution and its potency. While the field of effect can amplify abilities and with sustained effect can evolve the host, physical touch from Joseph accelerates the process, making evolution almost instant. ◼ ABILITY NEGATION ◼ STAGE 01 \| Joseph's secondary ability is the ability to negate the abilities of another gifted individual. When in physical contact with another, Joseph can choose whether to enhance or negate their abilities. Instinctively his body will always go with negate out of self preservation meaning that if Joseph were touched or assaulted while asleep or unconscious, his body will negate the abilities of his assailant. The negation of the host abilities only is sustained so long as the host is in physical contact with Joseph. Once physical contact is terminated, their abilities are returned within seconds. ◼ STAGE 02 \| As Joseph's ability grows, he'll be able to emit a small blast which can temporarily stun and negate the abilities of another. This blast will only negate abilities for several minutes, acting like a small taser blast. Repeated blasts will build up the duration of the negation but only to the extent of three hours. After this the host will recover unless Joseph incurs another attack upon them. Physical contact with Joseph has increased potency now, immediately rendering a gifted individual powerless for several hours. ◼ STAGE 03 \| Near Joseph's peak potency, his ability will be able to be projected in a field of effect, capable of rendering all gifted individuals in a set radius powerless. Furthermore, his offensive abilities will increase from a simple blast, to a prolonged beam or a wider-spread attack capable of targeting multiple foes. At this stage he is able to render most gifted individuals powerless for several days and may even be capable of stripping another of their abilities completely if prolonged physical contact is held. ◼ STAGE 04 \| With his final evolution, Joseph gains the ability to enhance his own body. These enhancements are only temporary and can only enhance one aspect of Joseph's body at a time. These enhancements can only be added to one existing aspect of Joseph's body such as accelerating his healing factor or boosting his physical condition. Joseph is able to keep his enhancements active for a period of twenty four hours after which his body will be weakened and unable to undergo another enhancement until fully recovered. //SKILLS: ◼ MEDICAL TRAINING \| As an EMT, Joseph is able to treat numerous injuries and ailment in the field. In addition to this, Joseph can sustain the life of a person, postponing death in the events of life threatening injuries until they can reach proper treatment. Notably, Joseph's skills are hinged on having the proper supplies although he can be pragmatic and use whatever is at hand when necessary. ◼ PARKOUR \| Although rusty, Joseph taught himself how to parkour during his youth before being stopped by his mother. His body still remembers the movements and he has since stayed in good physical condition both for personal interest and due to his chosen career. ◼ DRIVING \| Although Joseph isn't by any means a stunt driver, he is capable of driving most vehicles, including large vehicles such as ambulances. Even with such a large vehicle, Joseph is able to steer it an a manner that would be considered agile, capable of weaving in and out of traffic nearly as efficiently as the average motorcycle driver. ◼ SELF DEFENSE \| In a city as dangerous as Larissa, one knows better than to work on the streets without some sort of defense training. While attending college, Joseph attended several self defense classes in anticipation of picking up patients in Larrissa's seedier areas. //LIMITATIONS: Joseph can not use both of his abilities at the same, Joseph has to choose whether to enhance or negate constantly, he can't lay a hand on an ally to enhance while firing a negation blast at a foe. Furthermore, the effects of his abilities are not permanent, except in an extreme case when regarding his negation ability. Range of effect is also a major limitation, as even at his fullest potential, Joseph only has a maximum area effect of a twenty five foot radius. His abilities are most effective with physical contact which combined with his lack of physical enhancement requires Joseph to constantly be pragmatic enough to get close to a foe. In regards to Joseph's self enhancements, he can't just add any superhuman ability to himself. Joseph can only enhance his pre-existing physique. Once the enhancement wears off after twenty four hours, Joseph is left in a weakened state for upwards of twelve hours, requiring significant rest and nutrients in order to recover as he body deals with the 'devolution'. If Joseph tried to enhance himself within his rest period, he could potentially harm himself on a genetic level permanently corrupting his DNA and leaving it unstable. //WEAKNESSES: Joseph has no physical enhancements of his own, meaning he's vulnerable to every conventional form of harm. His abilities can be interrupted by a strike to his nervous system such as electrical shock from a tazer. A sustained electrical field, even at a harmless voltage would interrupt Joseph's abilities enough to render them useless. While enhanced by his own abilities, Joseph can be reduced back to a base human forcibly through extreme voltages which will render his abilities null and void, potentially even temporarily blocking them. Energy based attacks, particularly electrical ones are extremely dangerous to Joseph due to the way his abilities operate through bio-electricity. ▼ M O T I V A T I O N / O B J E C T I V E:"The city is hurting, it's time someone helped her." Ever since he was young, Joseph has felt a desire to help others. This need was only further honed by his grandfather who was a retired member of the Larissa-Lilith Police Department. As an officer who had served during the Golden Age of the Mavericks, Forrest believed in heroes and Joseph inherited this belief but Larissa was long past the age of heroes and crime was beginning to resurface without any opposition. Taking to the streets as a member of Larissa's paramedics, Joseph decided to help in the best way he could by tending to those hurt in the rapidly growing crime wave. ▼ N O T E S:"It's the people waiting for me at home that keep me going each and every day." //SUPPORTING CAST: ▼ ALLIES ◼ BERGERON, MILES \| TBD ◼ PLATEADO, ARTURO \| TBD ◼ PRINCE, EVELYN \| TBD ◼ WILLIAMS, ANDREW \| TBD ▼ FRIENDS ◼ CALLAHAN, BRYNNE \| Joseph's on again and off again girlfriend, they have a casual relationship. ◼ CASPIAN, WINTER \| A childhood friend of Joseph's and his first girlfriend before a nasty break up put a wedge between them. Winter works for Larissa's Channel 42 News as a field reporter. ◼ THOREAU, SILAS \| Joseph's father and Larissa's current District Attorney. ◼ THOREAU, FORREST \| Joseph's grandfather and father figure. Forrest and Joseph have a bond that Silas is incredibly jealous of both due to his distance from his father and the attention stolen from his son. ◼ THOREAU, SAMANTHA (neé RUSSELLS) \| Joseph's mother and one time lover to the billionaire Charles Micheals. Samantha had previously been involved in a whirlwind romance with the billionaire before being scorned and sent into the arms of Silas Thoreau. Finding herself with child, Samantha and Thoreau married giving birth to their son Joseph. ◼ YOUNG, TRAVIS \| Travis Young is Joseph's paramedic partner, the two have been friends since the first year of college and have been nearly inseparable since. ▼ ENEMIES ◼ N/A \| TBD //STOMPING GROUNDS ◼ SOUTH BEACH \| Owning a condominium in the South Beach District of Larissa, Joseph spends most of his off time on the beach, catching a few waves and mingling among the night time parties. //PARAPHERNALIA ◼ N/A \| TBD \| \| ~ Ɲ ǀ Ɠ H Ƭ S O Ɲ Ɠ ~ \| \| "You know I make you wanna scream, You know I make you wanna run from me baby" \| ᑎ ᗩ ᗰ ᕮ ( ᔕ ) : \| ■ Ellara Sofia Castell \| ᑎ I ᑕ K ᑎ ᗩ ᗰ ᕮ ( ᔕ ) : \| ■ El/Elle ■ Ella ■ Ellie ■ Lara \| ᗩ ᒪ I ᗩ ᔕ ( ᕮ ᔕ ): \| ■ Nightsong ■ 'Mouthpiece' ■ 'Scream Queen' \| ᗪ . O . ᗷ . : \| ■ 03/25/1995 \| ᗩ G ᕮ : \| ■ 21 \| ᔕ ᕮ ᙭ : \| ■ Female \| ᔕ ᕮ ᙭ ᑌ ᗩ ᒪ I T Y : \| ■ Heterosexual \| ᗩ ᑭ ᑭ ᕮ ᗩ ᖇ ᗩ ᑎ ᑕ ᕮ : \| "Her lips are devil red and her skin's the color mocha." //ᔕTᗩTᔕ: ■ HEIGHT \| 5'-8" ■ WEIGHT \| 118 lbs ■ MEASUREMENTS \| 34-24-34 ■ BRA SIZE \| 32B ■ HAIR COLOUR \| Black ■ EYE COLOUR \| Green //ᗪᕮᔕᑕᖇIᑭTIOᑎ: Standing at roughly five feet and eight inches tall (5'-8"), Ellara is a woman slightly above average height for her sex. That said, she doesn't cut an overly intimidating figure unless she locks eyes with you. It's Ellara's eyes which cause many would be suitors to second guess approaching the otherwise stunning woman. Her fierce green eyes give away the fact there's something wild and untamed behind them. Piercing and keen, it's almost as though her eyes can't stop moving as they swish from side to side, taking in their surroundings constantly. A side effect from the traumatic scaring of her childhood. Ellara has a scar above her collarbone on her right shoulder from where Strider held a knife to her. Her skin is naturally tanned, having a soft 'mocha' like tone to it due to the mixed heritage of her parents. Having roots in Catalan, Navajo and Mesoamerican cultures, Ellara's bloodline has a rich history within it. During the summer months, her skin tends to darken due to the sun's rays but even in the winter it retains its tan complexion. Preferring to keep her hair just past shoulder length, Ellara rarely ties her raven haired locks back in day to day activities but will tie it into a tight bun on the back of her head during vigilante activities. Prior to rescuing Alexis, Ellara's appearance was much more homely. Her grandmother kept her modest, not wanting to encourage the wandering male eye should it upset Ellara. She was never shown how to apply make up and would often practice in the mirror. Moving in with Alexis did miracles for Ellara as Alexis overhauled Ellara's wardrobe and taught her how to dress. \| ᗩ ᗷ I ᒪ I T I ᕮ ᔕ / ᔕ K I ᒪ ᒪ ᔕ : \| "Scream! When the pressure breaks me, When it's too hard to see." //ᗩᗷIᒪITIᕮᔕ: ■ SONIC MANIPULATION \| Ellara possesses the ability to manipulate, shape or create soundwaves. She has control over both soundwaves she creates and soundwaves from another source. Soundwaves are a periodic disturbance of the medium (air, ground, water, etc) that radiates outward in straight lines in the form of a pressure wave. The effect these waves produce upon the ear is perceived as sound. From the point of view of physics, sound is considered to be the waves of vibratory motion themselves, whether or not they are heard by the human ear. Ellara can mimic, intensify, hush, and distort, as well warp, strengthen, echo, speed up, and slow down sound. She is able to use it as a powerful physical force and even for high-speed movement. At low frequencies, sound is potentially fatal to living beings by causing internal damage, while high frequencies cannot be heard by normal humans but can be used for sonar-like effects. Since sound vibrations can travel through the air, ground, water and any form of medium, defense by using physical barriers is difficult. In order for Ellara's body to be able to handle her abilities, she possesses super-humanly powerful lungs, throat, and vocal cords that can produce a sonic scream. She also has selective hearing, enabling her to focus upon, enhance, or totally block out any given sound in his environment; this shields Ellara from the deafening sound of her own sonic attacks, and makes her a super-humanly acute eavesdropper in surveillance situations. ■ OMNI-TONE \| Ellara always speaks in perfect pitch. This ability allows Ellara a very broad range of vocal manipulation leading to her ability to mimic other people's voices and create sonic waves with frequencies well above and below the human range. Due to Ellara's abilities she's able to mimic any voice she has heard. That said, the more she's heard a person speak the more she's able to mimic their voice and verbal tics. A conversation at length with a person will lead to an almost infallible impression but a fleeting sentence here and there will lead to simply a good impression. Ellara is able to project her voice over a distance much further than even the best town criers and manipulate her voice to sound like more than one person is speaking leading to a rather haunting effect. ■ ADVANCED VOICE MANIPULATION \| Tapping into her Omni-Tone, Ellara is able to make her voice have a persuasive effect over those he speaks to. She could also even hypnotize an open mind with her voice or lull them into a state of slumber. Further more she can empower her sonic scream with numerous effects such as causing fear, vertigo, or even to kill. Ellara can direct her sonic scream into a beacon sending out over an incredibly wide range to rally allies or attract enemies to her location.UNDEVELOPED ■ ENHANCED HEARING \| Ellara has hearing well above and beyond the human range both in terms of physical distance and frequencies. Currently her hearing isn't refined but once she has trained her ears she'll be able to do even more simply by listening. Ellara's ears are immune not only to her own sonic manipulation but also to any external sonic manipulation. Her body is especially adapted to completely resist sonic attacks and to to allow her to fully maximize her own abilities. ■ ADVANCED ENHANCED HEARING \| Ellara can refine her ability to listen in order to use her hearing in combination with her voice for the effects of echolocation or sonar. Furthermore Ellara can listen close enough to a person's heartbeat and detect if they're lying.UNDEVELOPED ■ CREATE/MANIPULATE SOUNDWAVES \| Ellara can create soundwaves using her vocal chords or by slapping her body against a hard surface. Clapping will create soundwaves just not with the same starting volume as her vocal chords could produce. Ellara can manipulate the loudness, pitch, tone and overall shape of the soundwave. Ellara can manipulate any soundwave generated from another source whether this is an instrument or a car crash. Ellara can do everything to an externally generated soundwave as he can do to one of his own.UNDEVELOPED ■ SOUND AMPLIFICATION/ABSORPTION \| Ellara can increase or decrease the volume of any soundwave. Furthermore she can make sounds completely inaudible including herself. Ellara can throw out soundwaves that can counteract unanticipated sounds by muting or nullifying the sounds. Ellara can manipulate soundwaves into a direct attack shaping them into a concussive blast or keeping them wide to affect a radius around her. Using her enhanced vocal chords, Ellara can produce a sonic scream or overwhelm opponents with deafening or disorienting noise. Low frequency sonic blast can stun opponents temporarily.UNDEVELOPED ■ BOOST/LEVITATION/FLIGHT \| Ellara will eventually be able to learn to manipulate soundwaves in such a way that she will be able to ride on them and channel them around her body to boost forward or slow her descent towards the ground. Further building upon this ability, Ellara in combination with a wing suit or glider or some kind will be able to fly through the air using a series of sonic boosts to propel her and keep her sustained. At her absolute best, Ellara will be able to propel herself at the speed of sound through the air creating a sonic boom as she reaches Mach speed.UNDEVELOPED ■ VIBRATION EMISSION \| Manipulating soundwaves in the correct way, Ellara can create vibrations which could topple whole buildings if she had the proper supply of soundwaves. These vibrations can be used to counter other movement and potentially deflect projectiles or shrapnel. If timed correctly these 'Counter Vibrations' could at the least minimize the kinetic energy in an attack and at best completely neutralize it.UNDEVELOPED //ᒪIᗰITᗩTIOᑎᔕ: ■ ABUSE \| Ellara is limited by her own physical condition as while she does have immunity to her abilities she can over-strain his system and temporarily cut off her own powers. She can also damage her throat or vocal chords from over-abusing them. ■ ADDICTION \| Ellara suffers from an addiction to sleeping pills, as well as predispostion towards alcohol. Often mixing the two depsite warnings from her roommate. In some instances she needs a drink to accompany a meal, often refusing to relax until she has one in her hand. Whether this is a placebo effect, addiction or both isn't yet determined. She can't sleep without sleeping pills, whether its an afternoon nap or a full night's rest. Ellara believes she needs the pills or her nightmares will come. ■ PTSD \| Despite having been in and out of therapy over the past ten years, Ellara still suffers from symptoms of PTSD due to Strider's actions. Ellara is completely dependent on sleeping pills in order to get anything close to a semblance of rest each night. Often tossing and turning due to nightmares and the haunting visage of the man with a knife pressed against her. Even during the day if Ellara allows her thoughts to wander, she finds herself reliving the event, experiencing intense flashbacks. The smell of blood or the brand of cheap body spray that Strider wore can act as a trigger. News reports of sexual assaults or rapes can set Ellara's PTSD off as can hearing the song 'Escape' by Rupert Holmes. For this reason, Ellara avoids playing music before bed since it was a tradition of her parents and one that lead to 'Escape' being played before their murders. Ellara also refuses to sleep with a window open or unlocked, and ensures every door has at least two locks on it. If Ellara tries to go to bed while anything in her apartment is similar to the night of the assault then she will end up avoiding sleep altogether. Ellara has trouble forming relationships, and can be seen as very untrusting. She tends to view the world at its worst and sees it as a dangerous and untamed animal. As such, Ellara has never had a boyfriend or any sort of significant other never being able to get past a first date. She's constantly on alert, her eyes twitching back and forth constantly searching for any threats to herself. Often Ellara fidgets, tapping a foot or hand on whatever surface is nearby, often jittery especially in new environments. While Ellara is attempting to earn a degree at Grimm, she has a hard time concentrating especially combined with her lack of sleep. She's prone to mood swings, suddenly becoming angry or irritable without any notice. Ellara always checks her surroundings, especially in a new location, always sitting with her back to a wall and never a window, door or open space. Additionally Ellara doesn't take kindly to being snuck up on or surprised. ■ BERSERK BUTTON \| At the age of eleven, Ellara was sexual assaulted and nearly raped by Marcus Strider. She also witnessed the death of her father while her mother's murderer was carted off and put in jail where he had a roof over his head and was provided three meals per day along with free education. While Ellara uses her memories to fuel her crusade against crime it is also a crutch to her. Victims of sexual assault often cause her to become unhinged and unfocused while guns can unnerve Ellara and she's especially vulnerable to seeing someone near death or dead in front of her. Unexpected displays of affection can also unnerve Ellara causing her to become hostile. ■ HUMANITY \| Even though Ellara has enhanced healing through sonokinetic stimulation, she's still essentially vulnerable to guns and knives. Ellara has no enhanced strength or durability and is currently untrained in using her abilities to boost her speed. //ᗯᕮᗩKᑎᕮᔕᔕᕮᔕ: ■ SOUND NULLIFICATION \| Ellara's abilities can be negated by anything that can nullify sound. Materials which absorb sound can also limit if not downright block the desired effects. ■ NOISE \| While Ellara manipulates sound, noise can greatly hinder her abilities causing her attacks to become unfocused or even render then completely null. Noise greatly reduces Ellara's ability to focus soundwaves and as such fighting around crowds or in busy public areas will diminish her efficiency. ■ MUTING/DEAFENING \| Since the majority of Ellara's abilities rely on her mouth and ears, removing either of these sensory organs from the equation can greatly weaken her. Ellara can't perform her sonic scream while gagged and can't focus her abilities without her ears. //ᔕKIᒪᒪᔕ: ■ ASL \| Having spent nearly ten years without speaking, Ellara's speech therapist introduced her to and educated her in American Sign Language. Being a competent user of it, Ellara can communicate proficiently with most individuals who have an understanding of it. She herself can be overwhelmed by the speed at which life long users sign but this can often be overcome. ■ VENTRILOQUISM \| Due to Ellara's abilities, she has a natural talent for voice manipulation. As such, she is able to throw her voice in a similar manner to a ventriloquist. Ellara can use this to distract or otherwise confuse both allies and foes alike. She's been known to pick up a puppet every now and then to entertain children too. ■ MARTIAL ARTS \| On an invitation from Alexis, Ellara took up Tai Chi as both a meditation technique and a physical outlet just over a year ago. Taking as many courses as she could over the past year, she's become rather skilled in the martial art, capable of holding her own against most average opponents. Ellara is however by no means a medal winning athlete or combatant and instead relies more on surprise and her abilities than being able to take an opponent head on. \| ᗷ ᗩ ᑕ K ᔕ T O ᖇ Y : \| "Scream till there's silence, Scream while there's life left, vanishing" A powerful set of lungs alerted the world of the birth of Ellara Sofia Castell as she was pulled from the womb screaming in the dead of one cold Larissa night. Born to doting parents, Alejandro and Liliana spoiled their little princess during her early childhood. However that all changed one hot summer when a notorious man by the name of Marcus Strider went on a crime spree throughout the city. This spree was isolated to the districts of Somerset, the Wharf, the Sound and Little Santiago. A sexual predator, rapist and family annihilator, Strider left a rather notable body count in his wake including both Alejandro and Liliana. During the attack on their home, Ellara managed to call 911 although she was caught by Strider before having the chance to express the situation to the operator on the other side. Having already dispatched both of Ellara's parents, Strider believed himself free to have his way with the young girl and began to take his time, tormenting Ellara. Pressing a knife against Ellara's skin as he began to cut off her shirt, Ellara screamed in terror as Strider smiled wickedly at her. However this scream was not the simple scream of a terrified girl, but the powerful scream of a new super waking up. The combination of trauma and puberty awoke latent superhuman abilities in Ellara which manifested in a super sonic scream. As the scream left Ellara's mouth, the windows in the house shattered along with Strider's ear drums as he fell to the floor clutching his head. Cursing as he pulled himself to his feet, Strider scrambled for his knife and lunged at Ellara before being pulled back by Alejandro. Having underestimated Alejandro's constitution, Strider believed he had left the man for dead however Alejandro managed to fight through his wounds, coming to his daughter's aid. Struggling with the older man, Strider found his knife being turned on him as the house was flood with red and blue flashing lights. As the police entered the room, Alejandro let go, rolling off of Strider and finally succumbing to his wounds. Strider was taken into custody as police tried to console the now parent-less Ellara. -From that point on, Ellara never spoke a word. Put in the care of her grandmother, Ellara was put into both speech and psychological therapy in order to help cope with what she had been through and witnessed. Still the girl refused to speak. -Terrified of what her voice had done, Ellara had convinced herself that her scream had killed her father. This only furthered her vow of silence. -Her grandmother was a devout Catholic and took Ellara to church for both confirmation and mass on a weekly basis. Unknown to both Ellara's grandmother and therapists, Ellara actually spoke to Father Juan in confessional. -At the age of nineteen, Ellara was on her way home from work. Caught in the rain, she turned down an alley to shield herself from the downpour when she came upon a man assulting a woman. Overcome with rage, Ellara found her voice again as she unleashed her sonic scream for the second time in her life. -Following up with Alexis, Ellara and the girl bonded with Alexis helping Ellara out of her shell and creating a newfound confidence within the girl. Eventually moving in with the single mother and her son, Ellara began to find both her voice and independence. -Taking Tai-Chi to both learn self defense and as a therapeutic response to her assualt, Alexis decided to invite Ellara out who immediately took a liking to the martial art. -With the fire lit inside her chest, Ellara took to the streets at night, hunting down crime. Naturally she had heard of the Mavericks, everyone in Larissa knew of the vigilantes. But she had become a vigilante by coincidence, not because of inspiration. Her life seemed fated to go this way. \| ᗰ O T I ᐯ ᗩ T I O ᑎ / O ᗷ ᒍ ᕮ ᑕ T I ᐯ ᕮ : \| When Ellara stopped Alexis' assault, something ignited within her. A desire to break her silence and use her abilities to help others who can't stand up for themselves. Fueled by her own helplessness during her youth and the death of her parents, Ellara strives to keep the few she cares about safe and ensure no one has to suffer what she did ever again. \| ᔕ ᑌ ᑭ ᑭ O ᖇ T I ᑎ G ᑕ ᗩ ᔕ T : \| ■ CASTELL, ALEJANDRO \| Ellara's late father. Alejandro used to regal his daughter with tales of Larissa's legendary heroes the Mavericks. In truth, Alejandro knew the Mavericks better than most having been on the receiving end of IllAdvised's fist more than once in his youth. Growing up, Alejandro had been pressured into gang life, ending up running with the Harbour Kings. However due to the interference of the Mavericks, the gang was eventually shut down and Alejandro was able to attend Grimm University, taking a degree in Power Engineering. Before his death he had been working at the Michaels' Power Plant. Charles Michaels himself personally ensured that Ellara would receive Alejandro's full pension on the day of her eighteenth birthday. ■ CASTELL (neé DELGADO), LILIANA \| Ellara's late mother. Named by her parents after the 'Lilly of the Valley' found outside of New Lilith, Liliana met and married Alejandro in their early twenties. She stayed at home during the first seven years of Ellara's life, eventually returning to work the year Ellara entered into the second grade. Working as a paralegal, Liliana made a decent wage and upon her death, the 'Reid and Reid' Lawfirm ensured Ellara was put into the care of her grandmother instead of into the system. ■ DELGADO, ADALIND \| Ellara's grandmother and caretaker for most of her life. A very religious and superstitious woman, Adalind was initially hesitant to take Ellara into her home. However, she was unable to say no to her own granddaughter and eventually the two bonding, Adalind learning sign language along with Ellara. In fact, sign language was a greater gift than Adalind could have anticipated as it allowed her to communicate with other elderly members of her church that had begun to lose their hearing. Seeing Ellara as a blessing in her life, Adalind made sure to thank God every time she prayed for showing her his plan for bringing Ellara into her life. ■ DEL CARO, JUAN \| Father or Padre Juan is the Priest which resides over St. Hillan's Cathedral. For most of Ellara's early teens he acted as a father figure to the young girl and still acts as her confident today. Padre Juan is aware of Ellara's nighttime activities but as part of his oath does not utter a word from confessional. While he tells Ellara that God does not appreciate violence, a small part of the local priest can't help but feel pride to see a new potential hero rising up in Larissa. Having grown up in Little Santiago, the Mavericks did a lot to bring prosperity into the poorer regions of Larissa and while most of the city turned on the heroes when challengers began to come to the city, Juan and his family stood by their heroes. ■ FITZROY, EUGENE \| Ellara's psychological therapist. ■ JAMES, ALEXIS \| Ellara met Alexis just over two years ago when she rescued the young woman from being assaulted. A waitress at the Silver Knot, Alexis had been on her way home after a long shift when Ellara rescued her. After the police took Alexis' statement, Ellara followed up herself, checking in with Alexis seeing a kindred soul in the woman. The two began meeting for coffee on a weekly basis before eventually becoming very close friends. When Alexis found out that Ellara was looking to move out of her grandmother's house in Little Santiago, she invited Ellara to come live with her and her son in the Sound. While Alexis is suspicious of Ellara's night time activities, she prefers not to voice her concerns as she knows Ellara finds a cathartic release in beating the snot out of Larissa's scum. ■ JAMES, HARLEY \| Alexis' son. ■ STRIDER, MARCUS \| When Marcus was seventeen his father divorced his mother leaving the pair nearly penniless. This planted the seeds of rage within Marcus who held both his parents accountable for the split and eventually leading to him murdering his mother and then hunting down his father. However, unbeknownst to Marcus, his father had left Larissa leading o him seeking our surrogates. Marcus went on a twelve day rapdily devolving killing spree that was ended when he invaded the Castell family home. Having taken Alejandro Castell by surprise, Marcus took his time assualting and tormenting Liliana before killing her and coming after their eleven year old daughter Ellara. Underestimating Alejandro, Marcus was prevented from raping the child as Alejandro re-engaged him. The fight was brought to an end when the police arrived and shot Alejandro to prevent him from killing Marcus. Marcus was then apprehended and sentenced to lifetime without chance of bail in Cliffside Penitentiary. After the explosion at the Michaels Power Plant, he has been reported missing, his cell having been compromised during the incident. \| ᖇ ᕮ ᖴ ᕮ ᖇ ᕮ ᑎ ᑕ ᕮ ᑭ O ᔕ T ( ᔕ ) : \| ■ Mavericks: Valiant Heroics \| 'Another School Year' ■ New Lilith: Shadows of Darkness \| 'A Late Winter' ■ VIGILANCE: Rise of the Mavericks \| 'IllAdvised Tracking' \| ᑎ O T ᕮ ᔕ : \| ■ Ellara drives a black 1969 Pontiac GTO Judge convertible. ■ Ellara is primarily of Catalan, Mesoamerican and Navajo descent.
1,233	23	25	1,655	862	ANDREW You know, there were some things Andrew had never really thought about dealing with. Exploding doors, men with fireballs for hands, and someone moving in fast forward motion were among that illustrious (and not well liked) list of things he’d never thought about that he was now regretting having no contingency plan for. In fact, they were just about the only things on that list. He didn’t usually sit around making lists of things just so he couldn’t plan for them. Plus, that would have disqualified them from the list in the first place aaaand… He was babbling in his head. He wasn’t sure if that was more or less sane than babbling out loud, but hey, at least he was willing to acknowledge that he was way out of his depth right now and didn’t know what was going on. But he could summarize the situation pretty succinctly all the same. It was bad. Thank you, Captain Obvious. It took him a moment longer to realize that he was standing frozen on the sidewalk in front of a crashed car, ambulance, definitely an ambulance, and much as he was grateful for the reprieve it offered, he didn’t like the reminder it gave him that he was in no fit state for whatever he was about to do. Probably something stupid. But he was still standing, which was better than any worse case scenario, so he might as well do something with that good luck. And though he was sheltered from the fireballs and had no idea where the running dude had gotten to, he could see that another guy, hopefully on their side since he’d just pulled out a knife, was obviously focused on something, and he snuck around to look for himself just in time to see that knife lodge itself in the fiery man’s hand. Good aim. And definitely on their side, good, great, because if that wasn’t the kid who’d tackled him, then Andrew didn’t know where the youth had gotten off to, and it didn’t really matter, because either way, the guy with sparkplugs for hands didn’t look like he was playing around. “Cripes!” He ducked back behind the ambulance when the fireball was tossed their way, covering his head because it seemed like the smart thing to do, and was half a step towards the driver’s door, thinking to get him out of the line of fire, or at least out of the vehicle that was under attack, when that other guy got there first. “Aw hell…” Tonight was not awesome. Tonight was the very definition of blown to hell. Well aware that he wasn’t likely to be any use in a close quarters fight with someone who could move that fast, or really, with anyone, Andrew backed off before he got in the way, or attracted attention, hissing towards their impromptu ally with the above par knife throwing skills, trying to keep quiet. “Hey, can you uhhh…” Do something about that? “Help the driver? I got to get the, uh, the kid.” Yes, this was a great plan. He didn’t wait for an answer. Didn’t have time. Sparkplug and thief chaser were much closer together than he was to either of them, but if he picked up some momentum… maybe… He’d already been reminded twice today that lighter meant people could throw him farther. He had no idea if he could time it right, or what he’d accomplish once he got there, but hey, if you didn’t try, you weren’t going to succeed (at potentially getting fried). He set a foot to the ground and started running (so much slower than Speedy, thank you) before fear could freeze him up again. He could already feel his heart skipping a few beats—and no, it wasn’t because it was in his throat, good excuse though—and his breathing had already been ragged, but he couldn’t stop once he’d started. It was mostly just a matter of flinging himself forward as hard as he could manage and then letting momentum do the rest. He couldn’t carry anyone fast enough to get out of range of a fireball or whatever had ruined those doors, but he could distract the man, maybe for long enough to let the kid get off the ground at the very least. And as he dropped his density, he did pick up speed, or at least, each step took him farther until he drifted up a little too high and had nothing to push off of besides air. Then he started slowing down again, but maybe, maybe he was close enough. With a determined, out of breath growl to see this through no matter what, Andrew forced his density back up as fast as it would go, higher, higher, higher and he didn’t even notice when he passed the usual cut off point because he was focusing all his energy on just getting there before Sparky did anything. But he arrived with quite a bit more weight behind him than he’d ever intended, barreling straight at Ren.	\| NAME: \| Andrew Blythe Williams \| NICKNAME(S): \| Annie, Andy, Drooly, Cherry \| ALIAS: \| Someone else make something up. \| D.O.B.: \| 10/05/1992 \| AGE: \| 23 \| SEX: \| Male \| SEXUALITY: \| Heterosexual \| APPEARANCE: \| At 5’7” and over 180lbs, Andrew is a heavy man in a round rather than intimidating way. With a bit of a paunch, no obvious muscle and a penchant for smiling, he’s about as unthreatening as they come, and he likes it that way. His hair is brown, straight and longer on top than on the sides. It tends towards flyaway fashion due to its thinner wispiness as well as his habit of running his hand through it absentmindedly. He has small brown eyes that, more often than not, are complemented by dark circles beneath them. They are close set under straight, thin eyebrows, with a button of a nose and thin lips. He also has a bit of dark scruff on his cheeks and chin that he keeps short. He is of the opinion it makes him look older. He has no distinguishing birthmarks, only a few small scars on his hands and arms from work or stupid accidents and a raised, angry looking scar about three inches long, running vertically from just under his left collarbone. It leaves him with slight difficulty raising his left arm above his shoulder, but he doesn’t do that very often anyway. Another, older scar runs down the middle of his chest to just past his sternum as a thin, puckered line. His voice is light, with an easy speaking rhythm, though it drops to a lower register when he’s speaking thoughtfully. His clothing choices usually consist of jeans and plain coloured shirts, sometimes vests, with comfortable shoes. Nothing fancy. He wears a medical alert bracelet on his right wrist. \| ABILITIES/SKILLS: \| Density Manipulation. Andrew is able to alter the density of his body and other objects to great extremes. He can lower his density or raise it. With enough practice, he will be capable of stopping the alteration at any point between the two extremes he is capable of, and so, limit the effects it has on his body as well as using the partial changes to different advantage. He is far more familiar with shifting to a lighter density, though he still hasn’t explored all it has to offer, but he has figured out that he can move through objects that are usually considered solid, such as walls, and let moving objects pass through him. He becomes lighter, making it easier to move him or for him to move himself, and he’s used this to move heavier things than he sometimes should, provided they’re small enough to affect the whole of them. He can walk on water and even air, though it’s not easy to move without something a little more solid to push against. He can also cool himself or something else down by lowering the density, and can withstand higher temperatures while his density is lower, but, so far, nothing that isn’t already humanly possible. On the opposite end of the spectrum, while he has yet to realize that he can and so is completely unfamiliar with raising his density, it should have similar, though opposing effects on his physiology. Having a higher density would make it harder to inflict damage to his body or whatever he’s raised the density of. He’d also be harder to move, and far heavier in general(12 tons top weight, currently about 4 tons). At his highest peak, he could stop bullets and speeding cars, but he’d definitely be bruised afterwards. Explosions and heavier weapons would do less damage than usual, but he’d certainly feel it, and extremely small projectiles, like, grain of sand size, might penetrate his skin or pierce his eyes and do almost the same damage they would were he at normal density. Swimming would be impossible and fragile structures could break under him. He’d be stronger though, capable of dragging semis and lifting smaller cars. Though I doubt he’d ever throw them, both for insurance reasons and because he’d need both arms over his head and that hurts. He wouldn’t be able to heat himself up the same as he can cool down, as the latter is due to air movement, but he could gain a little extra heat from densely packed molecules, and would certainly lose heat much slower. Through skin on thing contact, he can affect inanimate objects, and might develop the ability to affect other people, animals and plants, or at the least he’ll keep trying just to see if he can. Separate, small objects are easily isolated and altered, and he has to think about it as little as he thinks about changing his own density. He can change the density of part of a large object, like a wall or the floor or a car door, but it is much harder, and the default shape he manages each time is a circle, unless there’s already a line for his eye to follow, like an archway. With time, he might be able to change that. The amount he can alter is still limited to matching his mass. And provided he hasn’t gone over this limit, he can alter more than one substance at a time just as long as it is in contact with what he’s in contact with. Knows he can -phase through things -walk on water -cool himself off -lighten/phase smaller things He can’t change the density of particular body parts, though he can control the size of the area for other things, with his body it’s all or nothing, and with smaller things, it’s usually all or nothing as well, just by default. With practice and concentration, he might eventually be able to alter only a portion of the object. He has to be touching the thing he wants to affect or the alteration will go back to normal on its own. Usually within 30-60 seconds. So far, he has only been able to affect objects up to his own mass or down to a large pebble. With enough time to stretch his power muscles, the limit might go up by a fair bit, but it won’t go down by much. While he can walk on both water and air, it’s rather like moving on very loose sand. Difficult to do at speed. While he has the potential to maintain the density alterations indefinitely, or at least, for as long as he’s ever bothered to without it turning off on him, neither his heart nor his pacemaker appreciate the changes to their molecular structure. At lower densities, his heart rate speeds up due to the lowered blood pressure and at higher densities it slows down. Both leave him feeling lightheaded and might provoke fainting spells, though the former includes chest pains and the latter puts him at risk of his pacemaker shocking his heart out of sync, which at best means a few seconds of palpitations and at worst an artificially created cardiac arrest that won’t stop until he goes back to normal density and finds a magnet to switch it off and back on or collapses. Depending on his activity levels and amount of density alteration, 5 minutes might be his limit on the short end, though he has managed to walk for half an hour at his lightest before he started to suffer consequences. (This limit only applies to his own body, he can keep a thing’s density altered as long as he wants. And until he gets his pacemaker fixed, he's not at risk of the malfunctioning bit.) Because he needs air to stay alive and there is an unsurprisingly limited amount within most solid objects, he can't stay phased inside them for long unless they are also at a much lighter density to allow airflow. He can only keep up the alteration while conscious. When he changes part of a thing’s density rather than a whole, there can be consequences. Such as raising the density of a car door causing it to become too heavy for the hinges holding it in place. Or making a part of the ceiling lighter might mean the things he didn’t realize were hanging from it fall down. Usually, unless it’s a small wall, the integrity wouldn’t be compromised, but it’s a good idea not to prolong the alteration. Also, there’s no visible change in the object’s appearance except that it might not move in the wind or stop water from moving through it. He has limited, if any, protection against psionic, energy, or electrical(even less) attacks. He can quote all of the Lion King, most of Lilo & Stitch, and still cries when Bambi’s mother dies. He also knows the lyrics to most of the better known Disney songs. He has no idea how this happened, and it has nothing to do with the number of times he’s watched their movies. Nope, nothing. He is a bundle of useless trivia, from bug facts to flower meanings, from historical significance to the average number of people that can fit in an elevator or what the Guinness world record is for how long a chicken lived without its head. He can drive. He knows CPR, first aid, and emergency response protocol. He has taken several self-defense courses, because you never know (and his grandma insisted). He’s probably forgotten more than half of them though. Balloon animals. Fluent in English, yep. Also knows rudimentary Spanish and German. He will try to make whatever food you ask of him, provided you can give him the recipe. It still might not taste great, but he's handy enough in a kitchen. \| BACKSTORY: \| Born in New Alexandria, Andrew didn’t stay there long as his parents very quickly decided to move closer to the bigger hospital on the mainland when his birth came with the major complication of hypoplastic left heart syndrome and the commute between there and home cost too much time and energy, not to mention money they didn’t have. He was in and out of that hospital more times than his parents cared to count over the next several years, occasionally due to false alarms, and his heart acting up, and sometimes from the more usual troubles children can get themselves into. But he was otherwise a happy enough child, eager to make friends and see his grandparents and ride the ferry to get to them. He was just lucky his grandparents had the money set aside for travel to be able to offer some financial help and forego their planned years of vacationing. Although things had started to settle down a little when he was six, he was waiting for a new heart for two years during which his health gradually diminished again. Thankfully, the worst moment that year, was also instrumental in bumping him up the wait list. He went into full cardiac arrest when he was 8 years old, and though they managed to shock his heart into resetting itself, continuing to live was not the only ‘gift’ he thinks that shock gave him. He’s not entirely sure, but he figures something about the electrical impulses combined with the emotional rush must have sparked awake some dormant genes in his cells a few years before puberty might have flipped the switch naturally. Or it triggered something that would have remained quiescent his whole life. Either way, after that day, he had a few accidents that involved falling through things he shouldn’t have fallen through. Like walls and floors… It took him some time, witnesses, and several colourful bruises to realize he wasn’t hallucinating. During this time, he also had a brief fling with his neighbor, who was a nice girl and a good friend, after a talk about boyfriends and girlfriends turned into him admitting that he wasn’t sure he’d get that far. So, she invited him to be her boyfriend, her ‘ghost’ boyfriend after she saw him fall through the counter he was leaning on, which mostly amounted to proudly holding hands when they were together and doing most of the same things as they always had. With an extra side of her encouraging him to figure out the whole falling through things… thing. They talked about lots of things that fall, from her collection of beetles to the sorts of things he’d do once he had his power under control. From their different teachers and the notes he’d missed while dozing off to what they wanted to be when they grew up. She wanted to be an astronaut for a brief stint; he wanted to be a doctor, or a clown. The boyfriend thing lasted about two months before they sort of mutually forgot it and then his family moved again, to a more affordable place in East Beach when the project started up. He didn’t forget her though, or the plans he’d had to be a superhero. But it never amounted to much of anything. Never in the right place at the right time, and he didn’t know anything about saving people. The fact that too much stress on his heart made it act up worse than usual didn’t help. Gradually, the ideals slipped to the side and the power was just this thing he couldn’t do that well anyway. When he finally got his new heart, things were looking up, he was feeling good and there was only one fright when his body tried to reject it. But that cleared up and he avoided all the other risks through chance and a very faithful following of the care plan his doctor put together. So, he focused on school, and friends, and asking the neighbours if they wanted him to mow their lawn or walk their dog for a dollar or three until he was old enough to work. He liked visiting New Alexandria and his maternal grandparents, occasionally managing to convince his grandfather to take him out in his boat (it really wasn’t that hard). He spent plenty of time, too, in figuring out how the whole slipping through walls worked, and what else he could do with it. He showed his grandma, because she always seemed to have the answer to everything, and his parents were fully aware that he was up to something and being sneaky. Ellen probably told them, because they did sit him down to talk to him about behaving responsibly a few days after he’d told her, but they never asked explicitly. Unfortunately, in practicing and being unsure of what he was doing, Andrew wasn’t always balanced in shifting the density of his body, and it had a detrimental effect on the healing nerves around his heart. Eventually, they settled into a far slower heartbeat than was healthy, resulting in regular fainting spells that had his doctor reluctantly suggesting a pacemaker to regulate it. He didn’t enjoy the process, or the feeling of something else making his heart beat, but he got used to it eventually, and now it’s second nature to go through his daily routine with it and to talk about it if he has to. Because although he doesn’t do a lot of travelling, he has occasionally set off a store’s security. He is definitely relieved to be free of the fainting spells though, and has learned to be even more careful with his power than he was, but is far less limited than before. He’s gone through the rest of growing up pretty normally, managing to keep in touch with Janelle, the girl he’d ‘dated,’ and meeting up with her as often as they could manage. He did have one girlfriend in highschool too, though that barely lasted a full school year before she broke up with him at the start of summer. It hurt, but thinking back on it now, he’s not sure how they even lasted that long, given their extremely different approaches to practically everything. He got a job as a grocery store clerk where he used his power to shelve heavy things until he graduated. Then he followed Janelle to the university campus since he liked spending time with her and wanted a change of scenery anyway. They rent an apartment together in the Sound while his parents have moved back to New Alexandria to live with his grandfather. He took a semester of classes with an undeclared major, but found his attention constantly drifting no matter what class he was taking and decided not to use up his money until he could figure out what he wanted to take and stick with it. He has stayed on as groundskeeper though, and is saving up what he can while he works out what he wants to do with his life. The explosion’s left him with a faulty pacemaker and, although he doesn’t realize it yet, the other side of his power’s spectrum. He’s more concerned about his friends and family being okay than he is about himself though. \| MOTIVATION/OBJECTIVE: \| Andrew’s daily goals include making the most of the opportunities he’s given, having fun, and brightening at least one stranger’s day. He doesn’t have the means to make it big or hugely generous, but if he can do something for someone else, he’s going to try; handing over small change or giving a bit of his time or just offering an encouraging compliment are easy to do and a good habit to have, he figures. His motivation comes from wanting to do something with his life to give back to a community that helped his family through hard times. He just hasn’t managed to figure out quite what he’s capable of or what he wants to do. Maybe it’s the lingering childhood disappointment that superhero isn’t a viable career move, but part of him isn’t sure anything he thinks of would be enough. \| SUPPORTING CAST: \| Bailey & Harrison Williams – Mother and Father Andrew is close to both of his parents, often getting into emoji wars with his mother and watergun fights with his dad. He tries to get out to see them at least once a month, and usually manages more. He is greatly appreciative of everything they’ve done for him and the support they still offer, whether it be through tough love or just telling him to take a chance because he only lives once. They’ve been together since their own high school days and although they aren’t always obvious about their love, Andrew’s rarely seen them fight and swears they can read each other’s minds. Bailey is an aspiring writer who leads tours and assists researchers depending on the season, and Harrison works as an archivist at the New Alexandria campus. Dietrich Best – Grandfather Rough around the edges and still bitching about the bridge that ruined the ferry business, even though there’s still some tourists that want to ride on them, Dietrich isn’t the most forthrightly kind person you’ll ever meet. But he has a gruff voice and an easier temper than his sharp tone implies and a great deal of love in his heart, for all he finds it hard to show. He and Andrew are often co-conspirators when it comes to getting into mischief. His spirit’s dwindled since his wife died, burning a little more fitfully, and his mind’s starting to wander, but he’s still a force to be reckoned with in his lucid moments. He worked on the Regal ferry from 14 to 65, with a break only for the war. Ellen Best – Grandmother(deceased) She was her grandson’s bestest friend, her daughter’s greatest supporter, the harshest critic of her son-in-law, and the light of her husband’s life. Now that she’s gone, they all feel her absence, and for all it’s been eight years, Andrew still catches himself sometimes thinking that he’s found something she’d love to hear about. Janelle Foss – Best Friend and Roommate Friends since before they can remember, they had an on again, off again method of keeping up with each other during their school years when they were living across the city, but now that they live in the same apartment, they’ve given each other pseudo-sibling status and bicker about the rent while leaving silly little notes around the place for each other in the hopes of winning a smile. She knows about his power and his heart problems and his penchant for singing Disney songs in the shower. He knows about her string of weird boyfriends and very real crush on Gerald Butler and fear of driving. They’ve both agreed that if no one comes along for them by the time they’re 35, she’ll pity marry him and he’ll settle for what he can get. \| REFERENCE POST(S): \| Link One Link Two Link Three \| NOTES: \| Left-handed. Writing looks like this. Is an organ donor. He has a card. Also has a pacemaker ID card so he can flash it around when he sets a security alarm off and people start questioning his morals. Volunteers off and on at the children’s hospital. Collaboration and character driving noted.
1,234	24	0	151	262	Max checked his tablet for the millionth time again today. He was waiting for some sort of lead on any sort of mission, but nothing had come through. He was anxious to find some souls and for the rest of the group to have some work. It had been a few days of downtime for them and this was not something Max valued, albeit a day here or there, but not 4 days in a row. As soon as he started to lose hope for the day his tablet buzzed with a message. It came from an unknown sender. He was unsure of the nature at first, but reading it, he got a lead about a soul they must go and retrieve. All the message led him to know was they were looking for something big and something dealing with stone. Max thought about this for a few moments and then he sent a message to the rest of the seekers. He instructed them to meet up back at the house. Though they were on downtime, they never fully disbanded. They shared the home of Max and were either there or out and about enjoying the relaxation. Max sat and started to think about what this soul could be. He had an idea in mind, but wasn't totally sure and he thought about where he could find such a soul. A bunch of ideas ran through his mind. As he sat there thinking, his tablet buzzed again and another message came through. It was John. John's replay was brief and to the point, letting Max know that he had a strong feeling about the soul and it's location. John mentioned quickly that he's heard about a similar soul in the mountains, so this could very well be it, but he would explain more when he arrived back at the house. Max closed the message and brought up the net. He started to look up details on mountain ranges in the surrounding areas and wait for the group to return.	Name: Max Avendir Age: 20 Gender: Male Appearance: Tall and thin with spiky hair and glasses. Wears a long trenchcoat and carries a mobile tablet with him, as he keeps records of everything. Personality: adventurous, easygoing and quirky Back story and how you became a seeker: Unknown to Max, his father and mother are both seekers. His father left when he was very young on a trip and hasn't been back since. Only recently has max learned about his mother being a seeker, due to Max finding an amulet belonging to his father, which he was later told was left for him by his father. After learning about being a seeker, and Max bonding with the soul in the amulet, he decided to keep on being a seeker and follow in his parents footsteps. Later on he joined with a group of seekers to continue on the seeker legacy that his family upheld.
1,235	24	1	271	2,302	Ashlinn was working in a little atelier where she made her own clothes and sold them when she had some time away from being a soul seeker. Nobody in the atelier knew who or actually what she was. Her first soul gem hang around her neck as she had made it into a necklace. She was using her phone to listen to music as she suddenly heard a buzzing sounds trough her songs. She laid down her pencil and took her phone. It was Max. A new soul had been detected and they had to go search for it. She texted back: 'Never a good timing those souls have! I just had some great inspiration.. I'll be there in 20 minutes''. She then cleaned up her drawing table and grabbed her coat and shoulder bag. ''Sorry Linda! I got to go.. My brother locked himself out and I must be there before he is going to try to climb up the roof again'' she said and then ran off. Ashlinn took her motorcycle and got onto it, she putted on her helmet and started it. Then she drove towards the house they all shared and exact 20 minutes later she arrived at the house. She took the keys out of her motor and then walked inside, taking of her helmet. ''Honey! I am home'' she said, not to anyone special. She was the only female in the house and called everyone of the guys Honey or Sweetheart.	Name: John Overlord Age: 24 Gender: Male Appearance: 6 ft 5 tall. Thin. Wears black leather clothes. Cloak with hood and a pocket where a rather large book is held. Personality: Serious but friendly. Loves the idea of souls. Back story and how you became a seeker: He growed up travelling with his seeker parents and was introduced into the idea of souls and soul seeking from a very early age. Gaining his first amulet and soul at the age of 15 and went from there collecting and recording as he went. He knows a lot about the different types of soul and loves learning about them. He now continues travelling as most of the older members leave and the newer ones arrive.
1,236	24	2	271	2,302	John walked out of his secret library after talking to Max. He believed this new type of soul would be very exciting to look for and find. He couldnt wait to find out more about it. He put on a bag full of amulets as well as some other useful stuff and walked a couple of streets to arrive at the house. He liked the house almost as much as his library and was smiling as he walked through the door. Smiling to Alissa and nodding to the boss he settled in a chair in the corner and put his feet up on a table in front of him, one that hed bought 3 years sgo at a car boot sale, waiting for Max to explain further to the others Whilst he played around with a new amulet (one the group hadnt seen before) that had been glowing blue in his pocket.	Name: John Overlord Age: 24 Gender: Male Appearance: 6 ft 5 tall. Thin. Wears black leather clothes. Cloak with hood and a pocket where a rather large book is held. Personality: Serious but friendly. Loves the idea of souls. Back story and how you became a seeker: He growed up travelling with his seeker parents and was introduced into the idea of souls and soul seeking from a very early age. Gaining his first amulet and soul at the age of 15 and went from there collecting and recording as he went. He knows a lot about the different types of soul and loves learning about them. He now continues travelling as most of the older members leave and the newer ones arrive.
1,237	24	3	271	2,302	He smiled as she tried to grab his new blue amulet as he quickly pulled it out of her reach. "This my dear Alishnn is a rather strange, rarely recorded soul that I recently found inhabiting one of the graves in the cementry. It is quite interesting. But now is not the time to show it. I will reveal it to you all later, after Max here talks" he said looking at Max whilst he then put the amulet into the top of his bag and took out of a special pocket in his bag his favourite fiery red one.	Name: John Overlord Age: 24 Gender: Male Appearance: 6 ft 5 tall. Thin. Wears black leather clothes. Cloak with hood and a pocket where a rather large book is held. Personality: Serious but friendly. Loves the idea of souls. Back story and how you became a seeker: He growed up travelling with his seeker parents and was introduced into the idea of souls and soul seeking from a very early age. Gaining his first amulet and soul at the age of 15 and went from there collecting and recording as he went. He knows a lot about the different types of soul and loves learning about them. He now continues travelling as most of the older members leave and the newer ones arrive.
1,238	24	4	151	262	Max looked over at John and nodded, then turned to the rest of the group. "As you all know, we have a mission to find a new soul here which is attributed to stone. John, has let me know he thinks it could have something to do with a soul located in the mountains, possibly even a golem. I have been doing some research as I waited for you guys to return. What i did find was a legend of a secret cave with a series of caverns in the Orthos mountains not too far from here. I suggest we go check it out, as this is most likely where our soul lies." He held up his tablet with a map showing the group just where they would be traveling. he waited till they had a good look at the map before he spoke again. "It seems the cave is hidden and may be sealed with a magic lock. We need to search it out, and undo any magic seals. It's gonna be tough, but we're a strong crew. We can handle it. Any questions?" With that, Max sat down and awaited for whatever questions or comments the rest of the group had. He was really anxious to find out just what this soul was and retrieve it as soon as possible.	Name: Max Avendir Age: 20 Gender: Male Appearance: Tall and thin with spiky hair and glasses. Wears a long trenchcoat and carries a mobile tablet with him, as he keeps records of everything. Personality: adventurous, easygoing and quirky Back story and how you became a seeker: Unknown to Max, his father and mother are both seekers. His father left when he was very young on a trip and hasn't been back since. Only recently has max learned about his mother being a seeker, due to Max finding an amulet belonging to his father, which he was later told was left for him by his father. After learning about being a seeker, and Max bonding with the soul in the amulet, he decided to keep on being a seeker and follow in his parents footsteps. Later on he joined with a group of seekers to continue on the seeker legacy that his family upheld.
1,239	24	5	151	262	Damian finally had managed to find Max's house, he quickly parked his car outside of his grey unearthed pavement, He got out of his car and locked the doors of his vehicle then proceeded onwards to the front porch of Max's vibrant house. "Hello?" Said Damian, he slowly looks down to notice the front door of the house has already been opened. He pauses for a brief moment, takes a deep breath and pushed open the door quickly to find the rest of his team sitting around before him. Embarrassment clouds Damians face for a moment and overshadows him. "So sorry for being late, there was a bit of trouble with the traffic." Damian looked around at everybody in shock and awe, he felt so embarrassed that he could possibly be late at an extremely important time like this. "So, what did I miss?" said Damian to John Overlord in an questionably eager manner. Damian's embarrassment vanished from thin air and out came excitement, he was ready, ready to face any danger that was thrown at him. This sickly eagerness had scorned him of continuing his sentence to ask even more questions.	Name: Max Avendir Age: 20 Gender: Male Appearance: Tall and thin with spiky hair and glasses. Wears a long trenchcoat and carries a mobile tablet with him, as he keeps records of everything. Personality: adventurous, easygoing and quirky Back story and how you became a seeker: Unknown to Max, his father and mother are both seekers. His father left when he was very young on a trip and hasn't been back since. Only recently has max learned about his mother being a seeker, due to Max finding an amulet belonging to his father, which he was later told was left for him by his father. After learning about being a seeker, and Max bonding with the soul in the amulet, he decided to keep on being a seeker and follow in his parents footsteps. Later on he joined with a group of seekers to continue on the seeker legacy that his family upheld.
1,240	24	6	37	1,038	John nodded and patted his bag. "All I need is in here!"	Name: Damian Hunter Age: 19 Gender: Male Personality: Damian was a quiet child when he was born into this world. He was born an orphan and spent most of his early life in an orphanage. His real parents were said to have been killed in a train crash, derailing over the tracks resulting in the fate of his parents where his mother gave birth to Damian after the crash, and died of blood loss from the shock. His father was said to have not survived and remained trapped in the wreckage. All Damian had left from his parents was a single golden amulet encrypted with a code, almost like hieroglyphics surrounding it's inner dark but bright purple center that somehow always brought Damian protection. Due to the fate of being brought up in an orphanage, Damian had became lost without a sense of purpose in his life and was often teased by other orphans, and became a very troubled individual at a young age.But later on he had managed gain that purpose when he came across a wise man who was openly aware of Damians special gift that he had possessed. From then on Damian began to learn of this gift at the age of just nineteen. Damian has a very dark personality due to his over sense of pain that bewildered him ever since birth. Damian isn't the talkive type to his fellow peers because of the way others had treated him before. As a result of lacking confidence to stand up to bullies, Damian is more of the type to be a common bookworm rather than socialize. He is not known by many and does not know himself well. But he wants to. This special gift he had contained was that he...was a soul seeker. He had always delped and dived deep into the fairytales of witches and wizards through his imagination when reading, he always dreamed he could live in a fairytale of where such atrocities of his darkness were kept at bay. But he never thought that a legend like a soul seeker would ever exist. How Damian joined the league of seekers: This wise man (unknown name)that Damian previously met before 3 years ago met him again at age 19. He taught Damian that life is not what it was meant to be and that he is gifted and will soon make a sudden change in people's lives for the better in the future as he described Damian as the foundation, the cinderblock pillars of the earths protection, he owns a high responsibility. At first Damian disregards what the man says and mistakens him for being insane, but he is shown that Damian does have powers and that all this is true by angering Damian by causing him to set a tree ablaze and thus a forest fire begun. From then on, Damian learns and starts to truly believe that he has purpose and that he has these powers. Later on this wise man teaches Damian how to unleash his powers as a seeker and he becomes Damians spiritual father. Appearance: Damian Hunter withholds a very sophisticated and pale complexion. He has dark green eyes, messy black hair swooping to the side, he is wearing a black duffle coat, orange shirt and navy blue jeans with brown slip on shoes. He is wearing his amulet around his neck.
1,241	25	0	71	6,312	The Demonic Palace The dread king sat on his ebony throne with an uncharacteristically excited look on his face. And why shouldn't he be? The day had come. No more fire fights over the last leg of meat. No more wrestling matches in the royal gardens. No more duels over maidens in the presence of their mothers. No more exceedingly extravagant bills covering the living expenses of his sons- cars that hadn't even been released on the Surface yet, watches with more diamonds than a mine, clothes fit for world rulers rather than joint ruling princes- all this to an end. Now his wallet could rest in peace... Somewhat. Before he could speak, his attendant announced, "Now speaks Demon king of the damned Tielham Famzhur the first of that name. Lord of hells, ruler of the Circles, Dread King of-" "Yes yes- thank you Birchen- I believe my sons know who I am." He cut the attendant off, waving the lesser demon to step back behind the throne. The demon king turned his eyes upon his sons, taking on the cold and serious demeanor once more. "You five must assume that you are here for some reward. And you would be wrong, boys. Today is the day that I strip you of your titles and names- today you become human." He paused, allowing that to settle in to their minds, "Well.. Virtually human, that is. Your powers remain- however limited they now are. After this meeting is concluded you will be escorted to the Surface. Where you will pick your human names and live amongst the human race. You will attend a school and learn- ah but not simply academia- but life. You will learn how to be grown men. Your mother and I refuse to continue being the safety net that you fall into when things get tough. From this point on you are all exiled. You will attend this school and maintain your grades. You will attend for a full year or face my wrath. You must abide by human law- no matter how small- and not gain detention or be jailed. You all have curfews- which will be enforced by my servants who watch you at all times- which is 11 pm. How can you return? Show to me that you are worthy of being my son. Find a bride. Choose a mortal sin to rule. But your bride is the key to your new kingdoms." At this point the king grinned, "But- of course- there is always the question of failure. If you fail this task not only will you remain without titles, without a demon name, and ultimately without rulership- but you will lose your place in my heart as a son. You will remain on earth, made fully human, and thus without power. I will have you walk the sands of the Sahara, with an oasis always on the horizon, never to be reached until you parish." He nodded in a way that showed he'd just made this up on the spot and, pleased with the extreme measure of it, continued, "My final conditions are thus: your budgets will only provide for the school. Meaning you must find jobs. I also expect you to call me and report in at the end of each week. My servants see everything, yes, but call your parents- its only polite." He motioned to a servant who walked over with a mirror, "I assume you all know what this is?" He showed them the simple mirror, "Simply fog the surface and write Famzhur backwards. It will contact me or your mother." He cleared his throat, glancing over at his wife before continuing, "As for who you will be watched by- even I do not know. But they will be there and they will probably never make their presence known. If I learn that one of them has been harmed by your hands, boys, then I will personally choke the damned life out of you." In conclusion he looked at each of them individually, "Be gone from my sight. For you are nothing but mortal to me now. Entrance to the Eternal Palace will be forbidden of you. When you return, if you return, I expect to meet men and not boys."	Character Name: Bessy Miller Demon Name: Pandora (Greek name composed of the elements pan "all" and doron "gift," hence "all-gift.") Lilit (Hebrew Lilith, meaning "of the night.") Age: 17 The 3 assigned Traits/Characteristics (colored word): Absent-minded - Preoccupied to the extent of being unaware of one’s immediate surroundings. Abstracted, daydreaming, inattentive, oblivious, forgetful. Withdrawn - Not friendly or Sociable. Aloof. Naïve - Lacking worldly experience and understanding, simple and guileless; showing or characterized by a lack of sophistication and critical judgement. Other Characteristics: Bookworm – preferred activity is reading any book-old or new Craftsy- if she is not reading, she is doing some kind of craft or sewing. She even makes her own clothes and jewelry.
1,242	25	1	1,436	1,413	Drienuhn's long dark hair was loosely tied over one shoulder. He wore loose dark clothing, the kind that would easy to take off or sleep in comfortably. His handsome cold features were arranged in their usual indifference. Being called before their parents... How tedious. He didn't like it. He'd much rather be left to drink or watch a pretty demon dance. Now that was his idea of a good time. His dark sharp eyes showed not even a hint of amusement at the long uninteresting speech the attendant gave to introduce him. To his own sons. Idiot. Of course they knew all the titles and powers their own father lorded over. And they called him stupid. Letting out a small thinly veiled yawn, he brushed his dark hair over one ear, just letting the rest of it fall where it liked. His feet were bare and he lifted one foot, as if suddenly realizing he wasn't wearing shoes. Missing a bit of the first part of his father's speech, he looked up with a tilted brow when there was a small pause. What? Had he missed something important? By the look on the King's face he had. Hells Bells... Glancing over at his brothers, he rest on arm in the loose cloth of his yukata. Human? Drienuhn scowled. That sounded like too much work. Humans were stupid creatures, but they were always worried and buzzing about doing something useless. "Ah, learning..." his deep and sleepy voice was more than a mutter, "The most tedious of all mundane tasks..." Also something he had never bothered with. Reading was too frustrating. All those symbols like to rearrange themselves, flipping upside down and blurring together into an unrecognizable lump. What was the use of it? All that was enjoyable was to be seen and done, not wasted in reading about it. Or worse. Written about. "E-Exiled..." he looked a bit surprised, his usually sharp hooded eyes growing wide for once. That... was harsh, wasn't it? He looked to his brothers. And a curfew as well?! Glowering, he gritted his teeth and shifted his body so that his arms were crossed over his chest. Everything interesting, wine, shooting stars, fireworks, dancers, those all happened after the sun went down. And human laws as well? Why not send them to the center of the Earth then? That might be a better prison. "And marriage as well," he scoffed in disbelief. A nagging, whining, fish woman wife. Wonderful. Just what he always wanted. A warrant to go with his prison sentence. Or was it 'warren'? 'Warden'? What did it matter?! In the end it was just another person to tell him what to do and give him more tedious chores to attend to. Disgusting. How could Father grin at a time like this? Drienuhn at this point was too shocked and disgusted. He could hard even imagine what life would be like as a worm-skinned human. What in the Seven Hells was he going to do? Humans would make him try to read and go places. They'd make him do things. And there would be hardly enough money to feast and drink wine. And what even was a human job? His head was starting to hurt... His father looked at them each, and he could hardly hide his contempt. Shaking his head, he rubbed her forehead. What a pain all of this was going to be. Bared from home. With hardly any money. To be mortal and have to take up a human job...go to human school... He would be sick, if it weren't so much effort. Looking up at the Queen, his last hope of maternal pity and someone to save him from the horrors that lay before them were gone. "Mother...please..." But no. She just added to the punishment. A box? What the Hellfire was that was suppose to do? Open it when he had a castle? Did worm brained humans even have castles? Rubbing his forehead, Drienuhn sighed heavily. Remember her? Oh yeah he would. Anyone the exact opposite of the Queen for his so called 'wife' would be great. Someone who left him alone would be nice. "I need... a drink," he sighed heavily, barely addible. The ivory carved out box, lavishly decorated with Arabic patterns, handed to him, the prince frowned. Drienuhn sighed once more, separating himself from his brothers. The elegant, lazy prince looked with indifference on his siblings. Often he was ignored, to some great relief, but this time he watched their reactions.	Appearance: Demonic Name: Drienuhn Human Name: Darien Age: 20 Three Traits: +Aimless - Devoid of direction or purpose +Illiterate - Unable to read and write +Shallow - Lacking depth of intellect or knowledge; concerned only with what is obvious Other Characteristics: + Indifferent - The trait of lacking enthusiasm for or interest in things generally, remaining calm and seeming not to care; a casual lack of concern. Having or showing little or no interest in anything; languid; spiritless + Overprotective - To protect too much; coddle + Soft-hearted - Having softness or tenderness of heart that can lead them into trouble; susceptible of pity or other kindly affection. They cannot resist helping someone they see in trouble, suffering or in need, and often don’t think of the repercussions or situation before doing so If Demon Prince, what Mortal Sin do you wish to control? Sloth ____________________________________________________________________________ Appearance: Demonic Name: Hermessent Human Name: Hermonia Age: 17 Three Traits: +Callous - They are hardened to emotions, rarely showing any form of it in expression. Unfeeling. Cold. +Judgemental - Inclined to make and form judgements, especially moral or personal ones, based on one’s own opinions or impressions towards others/practices/groups/religions based on appearance, reputation, occupation, etc. +Reckless - Heedless. Headstrong. Foolhardy. Unthinking boldness, wild carelessness and disregard for consequences. Other Characteristics: +Dishonest – Given to or using fraud, cheating; deceitful, deceptive, crooked, underhanded +Flirt -To make playfully romantic or sexual overtures; behaviour intended to arouse sexual interest. Minx. Tease +Audacious - Recklessly bold in defiance of convention, propriety, law, or the like; insolent; braze, disobedient
1,243	25	2	2,239	464	Ruomahl/Rowan Being summoned by his father, Ruomahl nonchalantly ran his fingers through his hair, looking at everything in front of him except his parents. His fine black hair was long enough to run your figure across its luciousness, but not long enough to call it shoulder-length. Ruomahl didn't really care about being summoned. He'd just wait until this was all over, then go back to his things. The servant spoke, but the King cut him off. Everyone else seemed annoyed, but Ruomahl didn't care. He didn't even know his name. What came next, however, Ruomahl did care about. The King was going to make them human, he said. Ruomahl tried to make sense of this statement, but couldn't. Ruomahl couldn't think of why, and he couldn't figure what this meant. It sounded horrible, however, whatever it was. Then the King continued, which only served fuel Ruomahl's rage. Perhaps the food bill was a bit big and maybe they did buy a few things, but that obviously wasn't Ruomahl's fault. Except for the jewels, and the elaborate clothes, and maybe that crown he had ordered was a bit excessive, but his brother's had all done the same thing! Ruomahl couldn't rightfully let them surpass him. But to be stripped of his birthright was an unfathomable usurpation of himself that Ruomahl felt like doing nothing but screaming. The King continued, and he made it worse. Of course they were being sent to the human world. That wasn't so bad in itself, at least for Ruomahl. Ruomahl assumed his father knew this, and so he had done everything to make it miserable. Ruomahl would have to follow so many rules that he would likely go insane, and his brothers would go even more insane. At least he'd get a wife. Although Ruomahl had heard that mortal women were a bit difficult to woo. Everything about this was going to be hard. He knew nothing about the mortal world, but now he was supposed to do something as difficult as to seduce a young girl with his devilish good looks. It seemed that a war was beginning, and it would be a war of attrition. When his mother spoke, Ruomahl wasn't expecting much. That was what he got. For now, he might as well have received an empty box. Maybe it'd be important one day, but not today. "I suppose that's it, then," Ruomahl said, very unsatisfied. Ruomahl would have to take one last look at his things. Hopefully there would be time for at least that.	Demon name: Chobach Human name: Silas Maddox Age: 20 The 3 assigned Traits/Characteristics: Cursed - A person who has befallen a prayer for evil or misfortune, placed under a spell, or borne into an evil circumstance, and suffers for it. Damned. Deranged - Mentally decayed. Insane. Crazy. Mad. Psychotic. Impatient - Unable to wait patiently or tolerate delay; restless. Unable to endure irritation or opposition; intolerant Other Characteristics: Mortal Sin: Wrath
1,244	25	3	1,640	2,702	As per usual, it was Skeixura who was the last to arrive in his father's throne room, fortunately missing out on the tediously long title-calling which only made him want to dash someone's skull against the wall. Similarly as usual, his shirt was nonchalantly splayed open, exposing the chiseled body which garnered him considerably more attention from females than his brothers could boast of. It was for no arbitrary reason either - there was a new maid servant and he was determined to be the one to get his experienced hands on her. Yawning, he casually leaned upon one leg, throwing a bored look towards the rest of his brothers before letting his gaze rise to his father. Most of his brothers were sorry excuses for demon princes and tolerating them during the few times they were mashed together was a painful experience for Skei. When his father actually announced that they were becoming human, he couldn't help but crack a grin, a laugh finding its way to his lips before escaping into the cold silence that normally befell the throne room when his father spoke. His father would never dare ruin his reputation by kicking his own seed down into the mud! Humans were naught but squealing pigs with little to no use except for being exceptionally good expendable-castle-builders. Raising his fingers to his temples, he massaged them, allowing his almost translucent, blue eyes slide closed. School didn't bother him. From his understanding of human cultures, female teachers were typically experienced, busty lovers. Even the mere thought had him craving but then his father went and kicked him into his grave. Eleven pm curfew. Eleven pm curfew? Eleven pm curfew! How dare he! Those other bastards he had for brothers could exist during the day but from his understanding of humans, they only mated in the dark! This was horrible... Why? Why would his father do this to them? They were only young men! They didn't deserve this fate! After that, his mind blanked in pure sorrow, allowing him to skim over the details. He caught onto bride and job but in his sadness, he chose to ignore them, instead focusing on reaching out to grasp a shoulder of a nearby brother, holding himself up. There was no fate worse than one of condemnation to Hell itself - the mortal world. Although there were capable bed partners present there, their arousal paled in comparison to demonesses. He had read classical human literature such as Fifty Shades of Grey! If anything, it just showed that they were completely inexperienced. He groaned, his metaphorical wound growing bigger each time his father uttered a single word. Finally, he snapped and set into a cold fury just as soon as his father finished speaking. Although his father had betrayed him, he turned his attention to his mother. The woman liked Skeixura the least which he put down to him being the best looking. Mothers always preferred the uglier ones. "Dear mother!" He greeted, his grin widening and his sorrow dampening as he casually stepped forward into the limelight. "Surely you know your fate if we all fail? Even I seem daunted by this task and I am the most capable when it comes to females. I dare not think how hopeless the situation of my brothers is! Their needless suffering brings me much pain." Smiling sadistically, he set his cold blue eyes on her, continuing. "Nevertheless, you must know that if we all fail you shall be cast aside, correct? Father will lose all five of his heirs and he will be forced to make more which will require a more... fertile wife." After that, he turned his gaze towards his father, bowing his head in mock respect - he knew his father doted on his mother so he hoped the thought of having to take another would inspire some wisdom in the fool. Moving forward, he clasped a richly decorated box with gold rimming before lifting it with considerable ease and turning, his intentions of leaving already prevalent. Extending a hand back to them, he waved goodbye and advanced towards the exit. It was then that his mind finally caught up with him and he collapsed in sheer pain. "No! By all things evil and hateful! Tell me you did not say bride!?" He cried out, his features falling into deep anguish. "I can never marry! She'll demand commitment then she'll want little... beasts! Forgive me father! Do not curse me to such a fate!"	Character Name: Acacia Blackwell Age: 17 The 3 assigned Traits/Characteristics: Temperamental - Moody, irritable, or sensitive. Excitable, volatile, emotional. Proud - Filled with or showing excessive self-esteem and will often shirk help from others for the sake of pride. Perfectionist - A propensity for being displeased with anything that is not perfect or does not meet extremely high standards. Other Characteristics: Overambitious - Having a strong excessive desire for success or achievement. Nervous - Easily agitated or distressed; high-strung or jumpy. Phobic – They have a severe form of fear when it comes to this one thing. Examples: Dark, Spiders, Cats
1,245	25	4	71	6,312	By now Queen Fraerusa was quite tired of her sons attitudes. She smiles pleasantly to her demon sons. "Perhaps all of you should have paid more attention to your father and I. I have been up there and I don't think that any of you will die by being up there for a short year. All you have to do is go to school, keep your grades up, find a decent job so that you may buy a few things, get to know a few girls and choose yourself a female for your bride. It is all part of life. As far as your father and I, what goes on between us is our secrets that none of you need to worry yourself with. What you need to worry yourself with is your own exile. You will each have a set of clothes in your assigned room which you will keep clean at all times. You will do your own laundry. You will do as you are told or suffer the extreme consequences. Oh by the way, boys, if I hear one more compliant, I will add more chores to all of you. Have I made myself clear?" she asked sweetly.	Character Name: Bessy Miller Demon Name: Pandora (Greek name composed of the elements pan "all" and doron "gift," hence "all-gift.") Lilit (Hebrew Lilith, meaning "of the night.") Age: 17 The 3 assigned Traits/Characteristics (colored word): Absent-minded - Preoccupied to the extent of being unaware of one’s immediate surroundings. Abstracted, daydreaming, inattentive, oblivious, forgetful. Withdrawn - Not friendly or Sociable. Aloof. Naïve - Lacking worldly experience and understanding, simple and guileless; showing or characterized by a lack of sophistication and critical judgement. Other Characteristics: Bookworm – preferred activity is reading any book-old or new Craftsy- if she is not reading, she is doing some kind of craft or sewing. She even makes her own clothes and jewelry.
1,246	25	5	1,436	1,413	Drienuhn's long unusually cut hair was draped over his shoulder and tied loosely. Compared to his other brothers, he usually looked as though he had just gotten out of bed. With the ivory box cradled in his one arm, his dark eyes narrowed slightly. Normally he had no opinion to whatever his brothers did, or to what his parents insisted was necessary to teach them all a lesson. Cold, quiet indifference was his answer to most of their overly dramatic actions. All he wanted from life was comfort and quiet. Human school and a human job and a wife, those were the exact opposites of how he believed life should be lived. Perhaps he didn't care much about anything in particular, but his sole reason for even putting up with his brothers was to live an easy life. Of course... It could also be entertaining to persuade humans to his way of life as well. It was always nicer to lounge about when surrounded by the warmth of other lazy souls. With a small ghost of a smile, Drienuhn looked down at the box and then up at his mother. "It will be amusing to see how humans differ from us," he murmured softly. He always said passive things, but the prince had his father's eyes. Something dark and dangerous was always brewing under the surface. Even he and his minuscule wit might not yet understand it, but it would boil over in the right hour. It always did. Compared to his energetic brothers, Drienuhn was a background noise no one ever seemed to take seriously. But he was still a demon. And he could get others to listlessly drown in laziness. To give up hopes and goals. To live in an endless fog of dreams. It was the only thing he was good at after all. Maybe their parents did truly realize how dangerous it could be uptop. For the humans anyhow. Indifferent as he was, it didn't mean he was without emotions. Even he got angry. Yet the only thing that showed any amount of emotion on his face was one small cold smile.	Appearance: Demonic Name: Drienuhn Human Name: Darien Age: 20 Three Traits: +Aimless - Devoid of direction or purpose +Illiterate - Unable to read and write +Shallow - Lacking depth of intellect or knowledge; concerned only with what is obvious Other Characteristics: + Indifferent - The trait of lacking enthusiasm for or interest in things generally, remaining calm and seeming not to care; a casual lack of concern. Having or showing little or no interest in anything; languid; spiritless + Overprotective - To protect too much; coddle + Soft-hearted - Having softness or tenderness of heart that can lead them into trouble; susceptible of pity or other kindly affection. They cannot resist helping someone they see in trouble, suffering or in need, and often don’t think of the repercussions or situation before doing so If Demon Prince, what Mortal Sin do you wish to control? Sloth ____________________________________________________________________________ Appearance: Demonic Name: Hermessent Human Name: Hermonia Age: 17 Three Traits: +Callous - They are hardened to emotions, rarely showing any form of it in expression. Unfeeling. Cold. +Judgemental - Inclined to make and form judgements, especially moral or personal ones, based on one’s own opinions or impressions towards others/practices/groups/religions based on appearance, reputation, occupation, etc. +Reckless - Heedless. Headstrong. Foolhardy. Unthinking boldness, wild carelessness and disregard for consequences. Other Characteristics: +Dishonest – Given to or using fraud, cheating; deceitful, deceptive, crooked, underhanded +Flirt -To make playfully romantic or sexual overtures; behaviour intended to arouse sexual interest. Minx. Tease +Audacious - Recklessly bold in defiance of convention, propriety, law, or the like; insolent; braze, disobedient
1,247	25	6	2,239	464	Ruomahl/Rowan As Ruomahl had been listening, his brother Taelor leaned up against him, and he whispered to Ruomahl, that he was their father's favorite. Ruomahl knew this to be true. Of course he was their father's favorite. There was no one else who would be worthy enough to earn his admiration, Ruomahl thought. The thought of it being someone else was unthinkable. Taelor continued with his sweet words, and told him that his brother Chobach laughed at him. Certainly not, Ruomahl thought. He must have only been laughing, but what was he laughing at? But then Ruomahl thought that maybe Taelor was right, and maybe Chobach was laughing at him. If this was true, then Ruomahl would show him just who he was laughing at. "Is it true?" Ruomahl said to Taelor. "Chobach laughs at me? That is unacceptable! Tell me, brother, is he the only one, or do the others laugh as well? I have seen how Skeixura mocks me as I turn my back." Ruomahl then heard his mother gave one last scolding. It was unnerving for Ruomahl to hear even more of this. He was being forced to do so much. It really was like prison labor. "Brother," Ruomahl said to Taelor. "I will not be convincing anyone of anything today. It would probably be best if we don't start any fights today, unless we want to go to the Sahara early."	Demon name: Chobach Human name: Silas Maddox Age: 20 The 3 assigned Traits/Characteristics: Cursed - A person who has befallen a prayer for evil or misfortune, placed under a spell, or borne into an evil circumstance, and suffers for it. Damned. Deranged - Mentally decayed. Insane. Crazy. Mad. Psychotic. Impatient - Unable to wait patiently or tolerate delay; restless. Unable to endure irritation or opposition; intolerant Other Characteristics: Mortal Sin: Wrath
1,248	25	7	71	6,312	Tielham Famzhur King Tielham closed his eyes as he listened to his sons bitch and moan about their situation. Honestly it was this kind of behavior that made him regret the mistake of giving them royal liberties. He should've sent them away when they were younger and unsure of who they were as individuals. At their twenty years they already knew the sins they wanted to rule. When a demon is aligned to their sin- who they are rarely changes after the fact. What they said mattered little to him. The demon king snapped, his face shifting into a dreadful scaled creature with eight eyes, hellfire flaring from his hands and nostrils, "Silence. You are all serpents- who's heads I will pin to the Gates with lances thrown by my arm- if you disobey one syllable of my orders. You leave here today not as mere leeches who have been dining on the ichor of your parents for far too long- but born anew and given the opportunity at redemption. Redem yourselves in the eye of your father. Show me that you are worthy of my love, of my respect, of the royal blood the courses black through your veins." Disgusted with them he scrunched up his nose, as if they were shit he accidentally stepped in on the sidewalk, "We hail from a long line of damned, fallen angels. Our ancestors are monuments of blazing glory that would pale to see their line culminate- no, reduced- to the pathetic excuses of children that I have." His face settled back into the beautiful contours of his kingly form. However, the blue hellfire remained bright in his eyes. "Leave at once. Bring glory upon the name Famzhur. Honor your father, your mother- the Kingdom." He sighed and stood, leaving the room before his royal attendant could even announce the end to the meeting. Several servants rushed after him in distress, picking up the train of his cloak so it would not drag against the floor. The king disappeared farther into the palace without so much as a farewell to his children.	Character Name: Bessy Miller Demon Name: Pandora (Greek name composed of the elements pan "all" and doron "gift," hence "all-gift.") Lilit (Hebrew Lilith, meaning "of the night.") Age: 17 The 3 assigned Traits/Characteristics (colored word): Absent-minded - Preoccupied to the extent of being unaware of one’s immediate surroundings. Abstracted, daydreaming, inattentive, oblivious, forgetful. Withdrawn - Not friendly or Sociable. Aloof. Naïve - Lacking worldly experience and understanding, simple and guileless; showing or characterized by a lack of sophistication and critical judgement. Other Characteristics: Bookworm – preferred activity is reading any book-old or new Craftsy- if she is not reading, she is doing some kind of craft or sewing. She even makes her own clothes and jewelry.
1,249	25	8	2,239	464	Ruomahl/Rowan Ruomahl heard the King tell them how oh so horrible they had been, spending all of his hard-earned cash. Hailing from a long-line of fallen angels who had decided it was better to reign in hell than to serve in heaven , and now being reduced to what laid before him. That was what Ruomahl was being told, anyway. He was told that they would have to earn their father's love. "Well," Ruomahl thought. "He's obviously not talking about me." Ruomahl expected that his mother would not make anything any better. Every time she opened her mouth, things just got worse. A military Academy. Ruomahl didn't know much about human warriors, but he knew enough to make this news torturous. Humans weren't like demons. Humans were fragile, docile things which weren't so fearsome even to each other, so they were taken to places where they were made strong, and were taught in martial arts, in tactics, and in arms training. The Queen showed the princes the standard uniform, and Ruomahl took a good look. Snazzy. She then showed them them another uniform. Snazzy. From the looks of things, Ruomahl wasn't being sent to the barracks. He hoped that this was where officers were trained, which was a little better. Gritty still, but a bit better. What was on Ruomahl's mind now was how he was going to accomplish this quest. He couldn't have his brother's having one up on him, so he'd have to swift, even swifter than Skeixura, which was impossible. Ruomahl would assign someone to take care of his things while he was gone. It should probably be Kalinis, as he had always been so dependable. He'd probably have one last laugh with that fool Dormius, and play one last game of chess with Fornyeus before talking over one last cup of demonic coffee. He of course would give one last kiss to Antinigua and give her a heartfelt kiss and then give her a merry goodbye and - Shit. Where in his father's name was he now? Everything around him seemed so foreign and so damned bright. Nothing around him looked familiar. He couldn't handle it. Ruomahl was too confused to think properly. What had happened? Just then, a thought went through his mind. Those bastards. That was one of the things Ruomahl liked about humans. They took care of their young. Demons? Nope; throw them out with the trash. It was all well and good to be rude and callous, but it wasn't so sweet when you're on the receiving end. He didn't even have time to get ready. Ruomahl thought that surely his parents valued his son's social ties. Apparently not, however. Ruomahl decided to look around. After all, it couldn't hurt. He could get busy later. He knew someone was watching him, but he couldn't deal with that now. For now, he had to figure out more about the place he was. He wanted information. Ruomahl searched through the desk on one end of his room, but he only found books with knowledge that was unnecessary for now. Good information, he was sure, but not for now. Disappointed, Ruomahl turned his attention to the other desk that held a strange contraption. This strange machine was connected by many thick wires with a bulky block that held on it a large button. Ruomahl was only slightly afraid. He assured himself that his power was still with him, and that a human device this small had no way of hurting him in any meaningful way. Ruomahl pressed the button. There was a loud sound, and it continued for a while. He pressed another button on the uppermost contraption after nothing happened for a minute. The fear had given way to fascination. Was this uppermost contraption really a conduit for the powers upon which the lowermost device operated. Was it a sort of portal, or perhaps it a screen? Ruomahl thought that yes, this must be a screen. He recalled a phrase upon which a great human sage had said; "sufficently advanced science is indistinguishable from magic." So this was science, the cold, methodical magic garnered by humans through logic and experience. Ruomahl found it so very interesting. Ruomahl saw a white speck in the center of that conduit, the screen. Ruomahl thought that perhaps this was the key to controlling this human contraption. He put his hand on the lower device, and used his magic to delve deep into its fundamental elements. Big mistake. Ruomahl was overloaded with a seemingly infinite amount of data, and his mind could not take it. He immediately released his hand, and moved it to his mouth to prevent himself from puking. "By my father, what was that monstrosity," Ruomahl said. "That eldritch abomination. How could mortals, in their finite wisdom, develop such a thing?" Yet even with a newfound fear, Ruomahl forced himself to continue. After looking around, Ruomahl found a device which he had neglected to investigate thoroughly. When he moved it, so too did the white speck on the screen. "Beast!" Ruomahl said. "I have tamed you." Ruomahl clicked upon a box which was labeled "guest." He assumed it was as good a place to start as any. There was a high-pitched, harmonious sound, and the screen was somewhere else. This screen was quite impressive. Ruomahl moved the cursor to one of the few labeled things on screen, something which said "Mozilla Firefox." Hopefully the wisdom of the Firefox would enlighten him. Ruomahl looked down, and saw on the desk something sprayed with human letters. From the few words spread a across it, Ruomahl could assume that it was in the most common human language, English. After a bit of foolishness, Ruomahl figured out how to use the mouse and the search bar. He typed into it the English name for the human world, Earth. Today was going to be a day of independent studying.	Demon name: Chobach Human name: Silas Maddox Age: 20 The 3 assigned Traits/Characteristics: Cursed - A person who has befallen a prayer for evil or misfortune, placed under a spell, or borne into an evil circumstance, and suffers for it. Damned. Deranged - Mentally decayed. Insane. Crazy. Mad. Psychotic. Impatient - Unable to wait patiently or tolerate delay; restless. Unable to endure irritation or opposition; intolerant Other Characteristics: Mortal Sin: Wrath
1,250	25	9	2,575	119	Chobach \| Silas Chobach found himself in a room not his own. He deduced from the uniform that this was, in fact, his room- because the name tag read "Silas Maddox"- the human alias he used when he dealt with humans on the Surface. These "dealings" were often his selling artwork or when he slipped to the surface to prowl the nightclubs. These were secrets of his, of course, that he kept from his family. Although he suspected his father knew and this was a major reason for the distaste between the two. The demon ignored the gadgets on his desk- the textbooks, also, failed to garner his interest- instead he stepped out of his bedroom. As he closed the door he heard his brother, Taelor, cry out in pain. The demon took pleasure in the pain that his brothers inflicted on one another- none of them were ever really on good terms- and so he held very little affection for them. In fact, they were more like sttangers than family. And so Chobach wanted to see what his brother had done to hurt himself. He stepped into one of the rooms- he didn't recognize its function- mainly because he had never cooked a day in his life. The same could be assumed of Taelor, who was nursing a wounded hand. "Its only like you to hurt yourself within minutes of arriving, Taelor." He said as he leaned against one of the counters. It wouldn't be wise to show his brother that he knew what the sink was and that it could provide water to cool his wounded hand. Plus he really didn't care to help his sibling. So he tilted his head and made no move to help. "Have you chosen your name yet? I have no idea when classes start- but it would be wise to choose a name before then." Something beyond the kitchen caught his attention and so he walked toward the living room, failing to wait for his brothers reply. He plopped down infront of the televison and began to fiddle with the remote. Local cable in hell only ever showed torture or porn- which was what he expected to see when he turned on the tv. Instead he saw two men in a car, talking about the flight to some city he had never heard of before, to see a catfish (whatever the hell that was) that may or may not be in this city. He didn't understand. "Pointless." He said as he changed the channel and began to watch a show called "Hells kitchen", the demons interest was piqued. Demonic cuisine explored by humans? Where humans even aware that demons ate? But instead of seeing hellish delicacies he saw a man screaming at other humans while they toiled over the strangest looking food. Chobach was confused. There was obviously nothing demonic about this show. He began to channel surf- exclaiming his confusion every now and then.	Character Name:Uriko Ryuta Demon name:Strife Age will be 20 if a Demon or 15 to 17 for females:17 The 3 assigned Traits/Characteristics (colored word):Egotistical - Characteristic of those having an inflated idea of their own importance. Boastful, pompous. Selfish - Concerned chiefly or only with oneself. Rebellious - Defying or resisting some established authority, government, or tradition; insubordinate; inclined to rebel. Appearance:
1,251	25	10	1,436	1,413	Waking up was always the easiest part of her day. Human life was so mundane, they practically had everything planned out. Slipping out of bed, Hermessent brushed her long ink black hair, till it shined like the sick black blood from a dying hell hound. In the mirror she lined her dagger sharp eyes with khol and pressed the barest hint of red to her full lips. Sultry sharp eyes and beautiful bow shaped lips on the smoothest of pale skin. Giving her own reflection a heart melting wink, she pulled on her uniform. Somehow the modest clothing seemed to hug her womanly figure in a very suggestive way. Perhaps that was why the human men at this school adored her so much. She was their idol, their queen, their goddess. They adored her. The boys wanted to have her and the girls wanted to be her. It was only natural of course. Their weak human hearts couldn't handle her demonic perfection. And the delight she took from lapping up their desire was indescribable. Being cast out for punishment had never been so fortunate for her. Giving a haughty flick of her wrist, her dark hair fell behind her in a majestic dark wave of silk. Taking up her bag, she gave her reflection one last wink. Those mundane suckers wouldn't be able to keep their poor eyes off her. Walking from the girl's housing apartments, Hermessent was approached by two of the human girls that had rooms near her. "Hermonia!" they called her human name with such delight and adoration, she couldn't help but grace them with a smile, "Good morning!" "Good morning," her voice was like a warm caress, and the two girls trembled like happy puppies, "You two are hyper this morning." "New arrivals!" one of the girls chirped, "And they are boys this time!" "I heard that you'll be looking after one of them too!" the other girl giggled, "I bet the senior boys are all green with envy!" "Oooh~ Are you kidding?" the first girl whimpered, "Half the girls are jealous too! What I wouldn't give to be taught by Harmonia!" "Now, now, little flowers," Harmonia's liquid sweet voice dripped from her red smiling lips, "No need to be jealous. Doesn't it simply mean that you are already so advanced, you won't be needing me any longer?" "Never!" they cried together, "We will still get to ask you for help, right?" "Of course," she tilted her head to the side, "It always makes me so happy when you come to visit. You always brighten up my evening." The two girls blushed and quivered in happiness. Harmonia waved goodbye to them and continued her walk. Foolish humans. They so eagerly ran to their own ruin. At least she never had to worry about doing too many mundane tasks, like cooking or shopping with such hyper little followers doting on her. Smiling contently to herself, her long legs carried her quickly to the campus, throwing a 'hello' here and a 'good morning' there as she saw fit, leaving a path of blushing teens in her wake. Getting her assigned schedule and tutoring notice, she scanned over the names of the new recruits. With a small smirk to herself, she quickly replaced her tiny evil grin with that of a pleasant smile fit for an idol. Humans only ever saw what they chose to see. And she'd make them all she her for the beautiful creature she knew she was. _________________________________________________ Drienuhn closed his eyes. When he opened them he was in a small odd room with white seamless walls. Ugly. That was his first thought. There was hardly any decoration and absolutely no attention to aesthetic taste. Rather, the only true color was an irritating sky blue heap of cloth on the bed. Setting the ivory box down, he pushed it under the bed with his foot. The cloths were far more interesting than anything his mother could try and win him back with. The clothes were odd looking. Stripping down, he put them on slowly and with a little difficulty. Tight. They were too fitted. There was no easy way to get out of them and they were snug on his lean body, hugging his muscles like some sort of clingy wine barer. Mirror. He wanted to see just how ridiculous these clothes looked on him. But when his reflection met him, he was surprised. Had he always been this broad in the shoulders? Had he always been so...elegant looking? Standing up straight, he was pleasantly surprised to find that he was every bit as handsome as his brothers. Maybe even more so. His long hair tied over one shoulder, the blue blazer on his figure, he looked good. With a small snort, he finally took a look around the rest of his room. A thin and rather plain bed, but at least it wasn't a pile of hay on a dirt floor. A flimsy desk of drawers, unlike any design he had ever seen before, but in their hideous natural shade of skinned wood. Some sort of desk with a large decapitated head on it. The severed head was oddly square, as if it had been flattened, and there were no features to its face, except for one giant eye. The eye took up the entire face too. Peculiar, if a bit disturbing. He dare not touch it, less it be too freshly severed, what with the way it shined in the light like that. This room... It was so strange. And with only one door, he could only guess that it was the only exit and entrance. Leaving the room he was surprised to find more door, leading who knew were. At the end of the short hall of doors was a lounge. Only it wasn't any lounge he was used to. Just like his room, it was plain and an ugly shade of white. A giant decapitated head, much like one in his room, was on the left, surrounded by choppy tall cushions he could only guess were chairs. On his right there was some small and pathetic version of a kitchen. Rubbing his forehead, he sighed. Chobach was sitting before the giant severed head, watching strange tales of humans though its gaping eye. Going to his brother, he fit his hands into the pockets of his odd lower clothing. Taelor was behind them in the small mockery of a cooking area. He stood over Chobach till he was sure that his brother at least knew he was there. Often times he moved too quietly and would end up scaring his own brothers, who were not quiet used to his presence, for more often than not Drienuhn spent his time alone. "Brother..." his slow and deep water voice was strangely clear over the noise of the magic severed head's eye stories, "The symbols on my clothing," he peered down at the name tag on his chest, "what does it say?" It was so prominent on his chest. Perhaps it was a name? His name? The name of someone who owned the clothing? If they were to go about the human school as humans, his parents had said that they would be considered human. So that meant a human name right? Hopefully it had been chosen for him and that was the reason it was on the tag on his clothing. Too many tedious things were happening today. He didn't want to have to put out more energy than was needed just to get through one bloody day.	Appearance: Demonic Name: Drienuhn Human Name: Darien Age: 20 Three Traits: +Aimless - Devoid of direction or purpose +Illiterate - Unable to read and write +Shallow - Lacking depth of intellect or knowledge; concerned only with what is obvious Other Characteristics: + Indifferent - The trait of lacking enthusiasm for or interest in things generally, remaining calm and seeming not to care; a casual lack of concern. Having or showing little or no interest in anything; languid; spiritless + Overprotective - To protect too much; coddle + Soft-hearted - Having softness or tenderness of heart that can lead them into trouble; susceptible of pity or other kindly affection. They cannot resist helping someone they see in trouble, suffering or in need, and often don’t think of the repercussions or situation before doing so If Demon Prince, what Mortal Sin do you wish to control? Sloth ____________________________________________________________________________ Appearance: Demonic Name: Hermessent Human Name: Hermonia Age: 17 Three Traits: +Callous - They are hardened to emotions, rarely showing any form of it in expression. Unfeeling. Cold. +Judgemental - Inclined to make and form judgements, especially moral or personal ones, based on one’s own opinions or impressions towards others/practices/groups/religions based on appearance, reputation, occupation, etc. +Reckless - Heedless. Headstrong. Foolhardy. Unthinking boldness, wild carelessness and disregard for consequences. Other Characteristics: +Dishonest – Given to or using fraud, cheating; deceitful, deceptive, crooked, underhanded +Flirt -To make playfully romantic or sexual overtures; behaviour intended to arouse sexual interest. Minx. Tease +Audacious - Recklessly bold in defiance of convention, propriety, law, or the like; insolent; braze, disobedient
1,252	25	11	71	6,312	Bessie had quietly packed her two roll along suitcases and a duffle bag for her tutoring duty. She was not ever given a clear answer why she was chosen. Outside of her great grades but that is another subject. The reason why she was chosen had nothing to with her grades but with her introvertedness. She prefers books and crafts to associate with some people who are so loud and can’t sit still. Bessie hated excessive noise and people asking stupid questions like why her hair was all white and why she flinches when someone is loud. And now she had to face new people and these new people were boys which in her own opinion were the worse offending people she ever knew. Another thing…. These are not the normal type boys since they are being trained by one of the girls. They were being housed in the Apartment Complex which is usually reserved for Academy guests. These guys must have a few serious problems if she was to guess….. With a loud heavy sigh, Bessie began to pull her two suitcases out of her room to face a dreaded ordeal of tutoring. As she left she heard all of the chatter of the girls and knew that Hermonia’s fan club was around the corner. Bessie carefully went around the group of girls without a mishap. Once Bessie was outside with her suitcases, she looked for the bus. It was off to one side waiting for them. Academy Island was a small island but students come here for a reason. Which is why there was a lot of staff around. Each student had a problem of one sort or another. This academy vows to bring out the best of each student or the student would not be leaving the Academy. What ever that meant. Of course, the older students spoke of rumors of various kinds but Bessie rarely listen to them. She climbed into to the bus to wait for the other four to join her. She chose a seat in the back and sat in the corner with a book in her hands to entertain her while she waited.	Character Name: Bessy Miller Demon Name: Pandora (Greek name composed of the elements pan "all" and doron "gift," hence "all-gift.") Lilit (Hebrew Lilith, meaning "of the night.") Age: 17 The 3 assigned Traits/Characteristics (colored word): Absent-minded - Preoccupied to the extent of being unaware of one’s immediate surroundings. Abstracted, daydreaming, inattentive, oblivious, forgetful. Withdrawn - Not friendly or Sociable. Aloof. Naïve - Lacking worldly experience and understanding, simple and guileless; showing or characterized by a lack of sophistication and critical judgement. Other Characteristics: Bookworm – preferred activity is reading any book-old or new Craftsy- if she is not reading, she is doing some kind of craft or sewing. She even makes her own clothes and jewelry.
1,253	25	12	2,575	119	Chobach \| Silas The demon was tempted to ignore the laziest of his brothers- but he couldn't find a plausible excuse to. Chobach was not as witty as Taelor- so he failed to think of something funny to say in place of what he read. As he peered at the nametag and read "Darien", Chobach could not help but think about how fucked his siblings are. Here Drienuhn was, disabled due to overpampering and endless laziness, unable to read and yield the world of written knowledge as his own. Behind them Taelor stood, brooding over a wound like a baby- because he had never felt the flames of any fight- simply due to the fact that he incited all of the fights himself. Chobach thought of his other two siblings as he passed the nametag back to Drienuhn. The most handsome of them, Skeixura, was also the most blind. Life to him was one sexual conquest after another. Their fathers Task would be almost impossible for him- the fear of settling down could be too much for him. And finally there was Ruomahl- who could not live comfortably unless he had the same as his brothers. His achievements paled if his brothers had more than him. He would never be happy unless he came out on top- was the most favored in every situation. And then there was himself... But when the demon thought of himself- he failed to see anything wrong. Hell- he was impatient and often didn't care to wait when he had the power to get it for himself. But.. Otherwise he was the golden child. Chobach was sure that his father punished all of his children simply to be fair. Sending him away was, in a way, to protect his beloved son from the wrath of his vengeful brothers. He didn't approve of his being sent away in this way- but he was sure once his brothers settled down here- then his father would have him sent back home. It was only a matter of time. So for the time being he'd play along. "Darien.." he repeated, "human names sound so odd, don't they, Drienuhn?" He looked back to the tv. On its screen there ran about the fuzziest hellhounds he had ever seen- some pathetically small while others had excessive wrinkles and slobber. At the corner of the screen "AnimalPlanet" was pinned to the images. For some reason he wanted one. A ridiculous hellhound.	Character Name:Uriko Ryuta Demon name:Strife Age will be 20 if a Demon or 15 to 17 for females:17 The 3 assigned Traits/Characteristics (colored word):Egotistical - Characteristic of those having an inflated idea of their own importance. Boastful, pompous. Selfish - Concerned chiefly or only with oneself. Rebellious - Defying or resisting some established authority, government, or tradition; insubordinate; inclined to rebel. Appearance:
1,254	25	13	71	6,312	Bessie looked up from her book and at Uriko who was the closest person friend she had if she had a friend. She might be a bit of a rebel but Uriko was a nice rebel. "Actually, Uriko, I'll be glad when the two weeks are up. I dread meeting those boys. They probably are renegades or worse. Teaching full grown boys how to cook, clean, do laundry and basic class skills mean that they must be some of the slowest males on Earth. If I am right then I definitely will not find any kind of a boyfriend let alone a husband. I'll most likely be single for the rest of my life." Bessie spoke softly before returning to her book again.	Character Name: Bessy Miller Demon Name: Pandora (Greek name composed of the elements pan "all" and doron "gift," hence "all-gift.") Lilit (Hebrew Lilith, meaning "of the night.") Age: 17 The 3 assigned Traits/Characteristics (colored word): Absent-minded - Preoccupied to the extent of being unaware of one’s immediate surroundings. Abstracted, daydreaming, inattentive, oblivious, forgetful. Withdrawn - Not friendly or Sociable. Aloof. Naïve - Lacking worldly experience and understanding, simple and guileless; showing or characterized by a lack of sophistication and critical judgement. Other Characteristics: Bookworm – preferred activity is reading any book-old or new Craftsy- if she is not reading, she is doing some kind of craft or sewing. She even makes her own clothes and jewelry.
1,255	25	14	2,575	119	Bessie looked up from her book and at Uriko who was the closest person friend she had if she had a friend. She might be a bit of a rebel but Uriko was a nice rebel. "Actually, Uriko, I'll be glad when the two weeks are up. I dread meeting those boys. They probably are renegades or worse. Teaching full grown boys how to cook, clean, do laundry and basic class skills mean that they must be some of the slowest males on Earth. If I am right then I definitely will not find any kind of a boyfriend let alone a husband. I'll most likely be single for the rest of my life." Bessie spoke softly before returning to her book again. Uriko taps the book, she can't leave Bessie on a note like that. "Bes. Don't be so hard on yourself, most boys don't know how to clean,cook,do laundry or do basic class skills. That's why women have to take care of all of those things most of the time, so that they don't keel over and die. You could shape one of them into a proper husband if you used some tough love on them, maybe bend a few rules. I'm sure those books have given you a few ideas on that matter." Uriko chuckles, before speaking again. "So, Bes, what are you reading today? What's it about?" That was a question Uriko asked every time Bessie was reading a book she hasn't seen and wanted to say she was done talking with Bessie for now at the moment. So Bessie could rest easy.	Character Name:Uriko Ryuta Demon name:Strife Age will be 20 if a Demon or 15 to 17 for females:17 The 3 assigned Traits/Characteristics (colored word):Egotistical - Characteristic of those having an inflated idea of their own importance. Boastful, pompous. Selfish - Concerned chiefly or only with oneself. Rebellious - Defying or resisting some established authority, government, or tradition; insubordinate; inclined to rebel. Appearance:
1,256	25	15	71	6,312	All the males that I know seem to think that all a female is good for is to cook and clean unless she to keep his bed warm which I will not do. I am reading a new book about magic and a girl who discovered the magic source. Wouldn't it be cool to have magic ability? Bessie gave up on reading her and put a bookmark in her book. She carefully put her book in the duffle bag. She looked towards Uriko and frowned. "Uriko, what do you mean by 'bend the rule'? I never ever even dreamed of breaking a rule or bending one..... I have no clue as to ..... shape one of them into a proper husband. That sounds like I am training a puppy or something." Bessie spoke in a puzzled voice. "By the time a person gets our age, I would think that the person would all ready be set in their ways. If that is true then someone would not change his or her ways. That is my opinion."	Character Name: Bessy Miller Demon Name: Pandora (Greek name composed of the elements pan "all" and doron "gift," hence "all-gift.") Lilit (Hebrew Lilith, meaning "of the night.") Age: 17 The 3 assigned Traits/Characteristics (colored word): Absent-minded - Preoccupied to the extent of being unaware of one’s immediate surroundings. Abstracted, daydreaming, inattentive, oblivious, forgetful. Withdrawn - Not friendly or Sociable. Aloof. Naïve - Lacking worldly experience and understanding, simple and guileless; showing or characterized by a lack of sophistication and critical judgement. Other Characteristics: Bookworm – preferred activity is reading any book-old or new Craftsy- if she is not reading, she is doing some kind of craft or sewing. She even makes her own clothes and jewelry.
1,257	25	16	2,575	119	"All the males that I know seem to think that all a female is good for is to cook and clean unless she to keep his bed warm which I will not do. I am reading a new book about magic and a girl who discovered the magic source. Wouldn't it be cool to have magic ability?" Bessie gave up on reading her and put a bookmark in her book. She carefully put her book in the duffle bag. She looked towards Uriko and frowned. "Uriko, what do you mean by 'bend the rule'? I never ever even dreamed of breaking a rule or bending one..... I have no clue as to ..... shape one of them into a proper husband. That sounds like I am training a puppy or something." Bessie spoke in a puzzled voice. "By the time a person gets our age, I would think that the person would all ready be set in their ways. If that is true then someone would not change his or her ways. That is my opinion." Uriko raises her eyebrows once she put her book away, it's rare enough for her to do that. Seems she's interested. "Magic, I'd be cool Bes, but all we got is our strength and minds... Well if they are so set in their ways how are we able to train them in the first place Bes. If you're setting out for a man here, you'd add a little something to the training they won't notice... So you're right it's exactly like training a puppy, Pavlov's theory of conditioning is made for this. You do something and condition them to do it to the point it's natural to them. Throw in unconditional stimuli and you'll shape them without them knowing it. Same goes for me, but I did it to myself on purpose. Proper training requires it." There is a glimmer in Uriko's eyes "But yea, I agree with ya. Not going to be some man's concubine. I'll be giving them the work around instead."	Character Name:Uriko Ryuta Demon name:Strife Age will be 20 if a Demon or 15 to 17 for females:17 The 3 assigned Traits/Characteristics (colored word):Egotistical - Characteristic of those having an inflated idea of their own importance. Boastful, pompous. Selfish - Concerned chiefly or only with oneself. Rebellious - Defying or resisting some established authority, government, or tradition; insubordinate; inclined to rebel. Appearance:
1,258	25	17	71	6,312	Bessie listened with an open mind. She thought to herself for a bit before speaking. "Well.... it might be worth a try. These guys need to have some instruction so I could put a little effort in some extra training IF and only IF one of the guys seem to be worth retraining. I'll have to think on how to help one of them and know the guy a bit before I can really set up a short course on how survive..... no I'll call it Academy Survival course. Males like battle terms so why not try to put it in their own terms? Perhaps it is worth a try so I'll try to retrain one of them. And on his terms if I can figure out his terms." Bessie spoke thoughtfully.	Character Name: Bessy Miller Demon Name: Pandora (Greek name composed of the elements pan "all" and doron "gift," hence "all-gift.") Lilit (Hebrew Lilith, meaning "of the night.") Age: 17 The 3 assigned Traits/Characteristics (colored word): Absent-minded - Preoccupied to the extent of being unaware of one’s immediate surroundings. Abstracted, daydreaming, inattentive, oblivious, forgetful. Withdrawn - Not friendly or Sociable. Aloof. Naïve - Lacking worldly experience and understanding, simple and guileless; showing or characterized by a lack of sophistication and critical judgement. Other Characteristics: Bookworm – preferred activity is reading any book-old or new Craftsy- if she is not reading, she is doing some kind of craft or sewing. She even makes her own clothes and jewelry.
1,259	25	18	2,575	119	"That's the spirit Bes. Lets make this fun!" Uriko looks around. Where are the other girls? Shouldn't they be on the bus by now. "Ara, the rest of the girls better not be late, it's important for a plan of attack before we start."	Character Name:Uriko Ryuta Demon name:Strife Age will be 20 if a Demon or 15 to 17 for females:17 The 3 assigned Traits/Characteristics (colored word):Egotistical - Characteristic of those having an inflated idea of their own importance. Boastful, pompous. Selfish - Concerned chiefly or only with oneself. Rebellious - Defying or resisting some established authority, government, or tradition; insubordinate; inclined to rebel. Appearance:
1,260	25	19	1,436	1,413	As pain as it was to admit her faults, Hermessent detested public transportation. It was loud and often sticky, and she always felt as though someone was watching her. Usually attention was all but welcome, but this kind of attention was different. It was oppressive. Stifling. The same kind that forced her to follow laws to the letter and never misbehave. Such order... It was repulsive. Speaking of watching eyes, she had spotted the loud mouth on the boat ride over earlier. What was her name? Umiko? Uritama? Ursula? Something like that, but more annoying... Ah, right! Uriko the irritating. Planting a smile on her pretty face, her cold and hollow eyes held nothing but distant distaste for the other girl. And it appeared as though she'd be seeing more of her too, since they were on the same bus to the same tutoring gig as well. Wonderful. The irritating one seemed to fancy a bit of a mindless conversation with the ever quiet Bessie. It was almost too generous of the bookish little mundane. For surely the skittish thing was too intelligent for such idle gossip. Sitting all by herself, the once she-demon chose to try an ignore the girls' conversation. Looking out the window, Harmonia wound a lock of her long dark hair around her finger. If humans spent less time chattering they might actually be useful in achieving their own goals. Gossiping was all well and good, but actions were what defined the world's future. _________________________________________________ Drienuhn watched his brother closely. It wasn't as if he trusted any of his brothers. He wasn't that dimwitted. But all he had asked of his brother was to tell him about the dizzying symbols on the tag. For surely there was some hidden meaning to the strange thing. And so when his brother told him their meaning, it was all confirmed. A human name for a human life. "Darien," he murmured in his soft wind of a voice, "It is similar to 'Drienuhn', but you are right, brother. It sounds lacking and empty." Human names... They were short enough, so they should be easier to remember and yet there was a strange magic to them. So many humans were named exactly the same thing, only differing in the second or third name they carried. A confusing hassle. Drienuhn was glad to only have the single one though. He'd never be able to remember anything more than one. Reclaiming the tag, he sat in one of the oddly plush chairs provided near the severed oculus of a tale-teller. With a small sighed he leaned back and closed his eyes. Just for a moment...just one....moment...	Appearance: Demonic Name: Drienuhn Human Name: Darien Age: 20 Three Traits: +Aimless - Devoid of direction or purpose +Illiterate - Unable to read and write +Shallow - Lacking depth of intellect or knowledge; concerned only with what is obvious Other Characteristics: + Indifferent - The trait of lacking enthusiasm for or interest in things generally, remaining calm and seeming not to care; a casual lack of concern. Having or showing little or no interest in anything; languid; spiritless + Overprotective - To protect too much; coddle + Soft-hearted - Having softness or tenderness of heart that can lead them into trouble; susceptible of pity or other kindly affection. They cannot resist helping someone they see in trouble, suffering or in need, and often don’t think of the repercussions or situation before doing so If Demon Prince, what Mortal Sin do you wish to control? Sloth ____________________________________________________________________________ Appearance: Demonic Name: Hermessent Human Name: Hermonia Age: 17 Three Traits: +Callous - They are hardened to emotions, rarely showing any form of it in expression. Unfeeling. Cold. +Judgemental - Inclined to make and form judgements, especially moral or personal ones, based on one’s own opinions or impressions towards others/practices/groups/religions based on appearance, reputation, occupation, etc. +Reckless - Heedless. Headstrong. Foolhardy. Unthinking boldness, wild carelessness and disregard for consequences. Other Characteristics: +Dishonest – Given to or using fraud, cheating; deceitful, deceptive, crooked, underhanded +Flirt -To make playfully romantic or sexual overtures; behaviour intended to arouse sexual interest. Minx. Tease +Audacious - Recklessly bold in defiance of convention, propriety, law, or the like; insolent; braze, disobedient
1,261	25	20	1,112	134	May Chandler An annoying buzzing was quickly silenced as a young girl rolled herself out of bed. Truly, the alarm was unnecessary, as May had not slept a wink the last five hours. Her anxiety had been getting to her even since she found out about this two week excursion. She had never been asked to participate in such an activity before and had little idea of what to expect. She had heard from other girls on campus that such things went on, but this seemed to be a special case. However, May was confused as to why exactly she, of all people, had been one of the chosen few. She was nothing special. It's true she did well academically, but that's because she obsessed over getting good grades. She didn't necessarily have to be the best, but she strived to do her best. It often frustrated her to see how some people in her class didn't take school as seriously as she did, especially given the school they attended. Rubbing her eyes, May made her way to her desk, where she had laid out her uniform the night before. It was bright and pink with long sleeves. Cute, in a sense, if you liked flamingos. The length of everything was the real issue though. Wearing such a long garment made her feel like a child playing dress up because of her short stature. Regardless, she undressed and slipped it on before carefully going over her lists again. Yes, that's right. Lists. She had not one, not two, but three lists of items to bring with her. May always came prepared. Physically anyway, not mentally. Mentally she was a train wreck. Her constant worrying was bound to give her an ulcer and could only ever be satiated by detailed planning. Actually, she didn't even need to go over anything again. She had been packed for days and went over everything at least three times yesterday. Afterward, May finished up her morning routine and braided her hair. Normally, she would also have eaten, but her anxiety left her with no appetite. She knew she should eat something anyway, but it just wasn't going to happen today. The idea of food, in her current state, repulsed her. Finally, the blonde slung her backpack over her shoulders and headed out the door. Being dragged along behind her was a large teal suitcase with a red duffle bag precariously placed on top. She could have taken two trips, but she didn't trust anyone not to take something. She also could have even just asked for someone's help, but she always felt she had something to prove. It had a lot to do with her height, really. Call it a complex if you will, but standing at only five feet tall hindered her in a lot of ways and she hated it. She felt she should be able to do everything on here own, but in actuality that's not practical. While May would never believe it, she probably suffered from the same delusions as most sixteen year olds. Eventually, May made her way out to the bus. Once there, she was faced with the task of lugging her luggage up the steps without dropping something or hurting herself. For this short distance, she took two trips and tetrised her belongings on the right seat of the second row. May then say herself in the same row across the way so she could see both her luggage and whoever was entering the bus. She had seen two girls already in the back but she didn't really know either of them. Recognizing them from around campus was as good as it got. However, Hermonia she knew. May had read the names of the other girls who were chosen, but only knew of Hermonia. She had few interactions with her personally, but so many of the girls yammered on and on about her that she'd probably heard her name at least once a day. Hermonia was definitely beautiful, May would give her that. She was tall, which May envied, and had gorgeous, long, dark hair. However, she was going to try to save all other judgement until she actually spent time with the woman. If she was as great as everyone claimed, then they shouldn't have any issues. For now, however, she wasn't going to attempt to approach everyone. After all, May wasn't very social. Her snarky attitude and smart ass comments didn't make her many friends. She thought herself to be rather humorous however.	Character Name: May Chandler Demon Name: Carmine Sable Age: 16 The 3 assigned Traits/Characteristics: Anxious - Full of mental distress or uneasiness because of fear of danger or misfortune; greatly worried; solicitous. Obsessive - An unhealthy and compulsive preoccupation with something or someone. Smart Ass - Thinks they know it all, and in some ways they may, but they can be greatly annoying and difficult to deal with at times, especially in arguments. Other Characteristics: Short - In stature and tends to have an attitude about it Snarky - Sharply critical; makes snide remarks.
1,262	25	21	2,239	464	Taelor ✬ August Before he could even reply to Chobach, the demon had already shuffled out of the kitchen to brood on a seat before the black panel on the wall. Taelor pouted- he hated to be ignored- and raised his voice so his brothers could hear him over the droning panel, alive now with colors, "I've put much thought into it, brother-" not really, "and I think-" he looked around the room and spotted a leaflet hung on the wall, segmented into 30 or so squares and labeled "August 2015" at the top, "August. Yep. August would be a nice name. Arden August." The improvised name sounded nice enough as he mulled it over in his mind. He strode over and sat on the arm of Chobach's chair, snatching the remote from his brother, "So this is the device that controls the panel- bend to my will!" He exclaimed as he pressed the volume button. The narrators voice filled the room- The pomeranian is one of the most highmaintenance of the dog breed- Nathans pom is named Fluffelina and today she has her first nail appointment. Taelor, in his haste to undo whatever he did, fumbled the remote- it fell out of his hands and back onto Chobach's lap. "I've angered it!" His hands flew up to the sides of his face as he fretted, "Brother what do I do?"	Demon name: Chobach Human name: Silas Maddox Age: 20 The 3 assigned Traits/Characteristics: Cursed - A person who has befallen a prayer for evil or misfortune, placed under a spell, or borne into an evil circumstance, and suffers for it. Damned. Deranged - Mentally decayed. Insane. Crazy. Mad. Psychotic. Impatient - Unable to wait patiently or tolerate delay; restless. Unable to endure irritation or opposition; intolerant Other Characteristics: Mortal Sin: Wrath
1,263	25	22	71	6,312	Bessie was going to speak but another girl boarded the bus. She decided to say nothing more and simply nodded at the girl before looking out the window. Her wandered to the guys that they were going to train. She heard of guys that were from the big cities. Those type of guy were usually part of gangs. Gangs tended to be involved in fights over nothing worth fighting over. Many participants and bystanders get hurt in fights and sometimes even die. These kinds of guys wear their scars as badges of courage for some odd reason. Suddenly Bessie shuddered. She glanced around in hope of perhaps seeing who else was going to be include in this trip into the unknown and unpredictable experience of tutoring strange guys. The sponsor of this particular tutoring project was waiting for all five chosen girls to arrive on the bus before he went on. He did not need notes because it will come from his heart. If he messed up.... well let's say that his skin would be fried off and his insides would be delicately exposed.	Character Name: Bessy Miller Demon Name: Pandora (Greek name composed of the elements pan "all" and doron "gift," hence "all-gift.") Lilit (Hebrew Lilith, meaning "of the night.") Age: 17 The 3 assigned Traits/Characteristics (colored word): Absent-minded - Preoccupied to the extent of being unaware of one’s immediate surroundings. Abstracted, daydreaming, inattentive, oblivious, forgetful. Withdrawn - Not friendly or Sociable. Aloof. Naïve - Lacking worldly experience and understanding, simple and guileless; showing or characterized by a lack of sophistication and critical judgement. Other Characteristics: Bookworm – preferred activity is reading any book-old or new Craftsy- if she is not reading, she is doing some kind of craft or sewing. She even makes her own clothes and jewelry.
1,264	25	23	1,640	2,702	Skeixura / Sky Groaning, Skeixura gently raised his hand to block his eyes from the cursed light that filtered in through the blinds of his room. Earth was truly a wretched place where even the great fire in the sky, which they named the Sun for some odd reason, could burn your skin and annoy your eyes. Whoever deemed it to be a good idea was clearly a fool. Sitting up and peeking around, he inspected his room. The first major problem was the bed, of course - it was a single bed. Single beds were utterly useless in his opinion; after all, how could you possibly be so rude as to ask three different females to share that small space? Pitiful! The meagre state of his bedding was perfectly mirrored by the poor quality room he had been gifted. It was the size of a broom closet with a simple wardrobe and some weird devices which Skei didn't recognise. It would definitely take some getting used to, this life that he had been cursed with. Rising onto his feet, he stretched, his refined muscles rippling as he admired himself in the mirror. He was the personification of male sexuality so of course he was an easy sight upon the eyes. Once he was significantly satisfied with staring at himself in the mirror, he turned towards the odd contraptions that littered his desk. The first that caught his attention was an odd box with buttons on it, numbered from zero to nine. On the side, another part was attached by some sort of cord making Skei think it to be some sort of weapon. "This will indeed be useful..." He murmured, hoping that it was his father who had gifted him with such a weapon. It was no secret to the Demon Prince that his father loved him the most so it only seemed obvious for him to supply him with a means to kill off his competition. It was only when he lifted this weapon that he was proven painfully wrong. The part that was attached by the cord seemed to hiss with an annoying buzzing noise. It didn't sound like a blade blessed with hellfire - it sounded much more like some of the demons that inhabited the darker caves of the underworld. Maybe this was the one that his father had dispatched to spy on him. Frowning, he raised the part to his ear so he could listen better. It indeed sounded like a foul demon. "Listen for I will not repeat myself, evildoer! I warn you now, leave this place and never return lest I smite you down and curse the land upon which you crawl so that the spawn of your spawn and all who follow after them may never walk your lands again! Heed my words!" In his anger, Skei yanked at the cable, pulling it out and suddenly causing the buzzing noise to disappear. Satisfied that he had indeed sent away the spy that was sent to watch him, the young Demon Prince smiled to himself and let the room to meet his brothers in the main living area. "Brothers! I have already rooted out a demon father sent to haunt us! I recommend you find the contraption that looks like a weapon in your room and throw a few foul threats at it! If the bastard knows what's good for him, he'll leave!" Acacia Blackwell A knock at her door dragged Acacia from the light, nightmare-prone sleep she had been cursed with for the past week since she heard of her new duties. Acacia was a proud girl and she believed in her own abilities but when even an ounce of pressure was placed on her shoulders, she regularly was incapable of dealing with it. The duties she had been tasked with sounded like hell. Not only would she have to teach a bunch of baboons in the hopes that they got something into their thick skulls but she would also have to contend with the other four girls that had been selected for the trip. Namely Hermonia, whom she despised. Of course, she had heard all the rumours about the boys. Apparently, they were the sons of some rich fellow and they had gotten themselves in some serious trouble with allegations of rape and drugs. They were then sent to the military academy in hopes that it would straighten them up. Although it sounded outlandish, it made perfect sense and it completely terrified Acacia. Another thing about the red-head was that she had her own little bubble. Her world existed in that bubble and she was comfy with. All the other students also existed in that bubble and she was ok with that as well. Acacia never wandered from her bubble and that was good. But then there had to be some people who just came and popped her bubble and she was beginning to feel like these boys were some serious bubble-poppers, not to mention the others things they probably enjoyed popping - barbarians, the lot of them. Planting her face in her pillow, she groaned loudly before sliding onto her feet and stretching out. Five foot, three inches and not an inch above it. She was satisfied with her height because it never regularly got in the way plus it made people undermine her capabilities. Acacia was frail, small and almost pale white so people never really valued just how much bite she had under those red locks of hers. That was their downfall. Standing in front of her mirror, she frowned at herself, casually running a hairbrush through her wild tangles before giving up - they were nigh on impossible to tame. Casting her eyes over to her uniform, she frowned against. Pink was an awful colour in her books (mainly because it just didn't go with her hair) so she disliked the prissy little thing but unfortunately, she had no choice in the matter. A few minutes later, after stripping down, she was dressed and ready to go. I think it would be best to mention now that Acacia was a Blackwell, an influential family of British nobility that had migrated to America and found massive success. She was proud to be part of such a family but being the future matriarch just caused a knot in her stomach every time she thought of it. Acacia simply carried a bag slung over her back as she walked out towards the bus. A member of staff had been ordered to carry her bags which she felt ok with - it allowed her time to think and more importantly, strengthen her resolve. "You are a Blackwell." She told herself in a whisper, frowning at the ground. "Some pompous, private schoolboys can do nothing to you." The servant gave her an odd look but stayed silent until they finally reached the bus. Once her bags were safely placed on the vehicle, he gave her a hopeful smile. "Good luck, Miss! I'm sure you'll do wonderful! I will inform your father that you send your regards." Giving him a grateful nod, Acacia looked around the others on the bus before sliding down into her seat and withdrawing her iPod from her bag. Briefly, she wondered why she had been selected in the first place before she remembered that she was practically a star pupil at the school. Namely in literature, which she had won awards in. Either way, she didn't like the sound of these boys but it was her duty to represent her school and try ram some information into them.	Character Name: Acacia Blackwell Age: 17 The 3 assigned Traits/Characteristics: Temperamental - Moody, irritable, or sensitive. Excitable, volatile, emotional. Proud - Filled with or showing excessive self-esteem and will often shirk help from others for the sake of pride. Perfectionist - A propensity for being displeased with anything that is not perfect or does not meet extremely high standards. Other Characteristics: Overambitious - Having a strong excessive desire for success or achievement. Nervous - Easily agitated or distressed; high-strung or jumpy. Phobic – They have a severe form of fear when it comes to this one thing. Examples: Dark, Spiders, Cats
1,265	25	24	71	6,312	The man walked over to the bus after the five girls were on the bus. His stride was swift and his hand whipped out a pair of dark sunglasses from his suit coat pocket as he went out of the door. He was soon on the bus and looked at each girl before speaking. "Good morning ladies. You each have been hand chosen for this special tutoring assignment. I have thought about pairing each of you but maybe it would be best if the ten of you figure out how to get the assignment done. The males already know what their assignment is and while they are not exactly happy about it, they are here. Your assignment is to teach these males how to survive on their own. Make sure that they have all of the necessary skills to make their year an academic success whether it is how to properly clean their own room to doing laundry to cooking, even how to use the computer to find what they need to know for a report paper. I shall leave you to travel to the apartments and get settled in. I expect great things from you five ladies. I wish you all the luck in this world." Once the man was done speaking, he simply walked off the bus and into the grassy area of the yard where he simply faded away.	Character Name: Bessy Miller Demon Name: Pandora (Greek name composed of the elements pan "all" and doron "gift," hence "all-gift.") Lilit (Hebrew Lilith, meaning "of the night.") Age: 17 The 3 assigned Traits/Characteristics (colored word): Absent-minded - Preoccupied to the extent of being unaware of one’s immediate surroundings. Abstracted, daydreaming, inattentive, oblivious, forgetful. Withdrawn - Not friendly or Sociable. Aloof. Naïve - Lacking worldly experience and understanding, simple and guileless; showing or characterized by a lack of sophistication and critical judgement. Other Characteristics: Bookworm – preferred activity is reading any book-old or new Craftsy- if she is not reading, she is doing some kind of craft or sewing. She even makes her own clothes and jewelry.
1,266	25	25	2,575	119	The man walked over to the bus after the five girls were on the bus. His stride was swift and his hand whipped out a pair of dark sunglasses from his suit coat pocket as he went out of the door. He was soon on the bus and looked at each girl before speaking. "Good morning ladies. You each have been hand chosen for this special tutoring assignment. I have thought about pairing each of you but maybe it would be best if the ten of you figure out how to get the assignment done. The males already know what their assignment is and while they are not exactly happy about it, they are here. Your assignment is to teach these males how to survive on their own. Make sure that they have all of the necessary skills to make their year an academic success whether it is how to properly clean their own room to doing laundry to cooking, even how to use the computer to find what they need to know for a report paper. I shall leave you to travel to the apartments and get settled in. I expect great things from you five ladies. I wish you all the luck in this world." Once the man was done speaking, he simply walked off the bus and into the grassy area of the yard where he simply faded away. "All the luck in the world, who needs luck when ya got me. We'll whip them into shape easy. So lets get going."	Character Name:Uriko Ryuta Demon name:Strife Age will be 20 if a Demon or 15 to 17 for females:17 The 3 assigned Traits/Characteristics (colored word):Egotistical - Characteristic of those having an inflated idea of their own importance. Boastful, pompous. Selfish - Concerned chiefly or only with oneself. Rebellious - Defying or resisting some established authority, government, or tradition; insubordinate; inclined to rebel. Appearance:
1,267	25	26	1,436	1,413	Hermonia continued to wind the lock of dark hair around her finger when another girl got on board. She looked…familiar. Wait, she knew this one. Let’s see, it was something to do with flowers and showers and- May! Ha! All of her memorization was working to her advantage. Knowing which humans were which had been difficult at first, but it only took a bit of effort to fit them to their names. After all, knowing others and who held advantageous positions was how she had become so well famed with some of the other students. Ah, she really was pretty great, wasn’t she? Smiling at the more petite girl, she rested her face in the palm of her hand as she sat back regally. The pink uniform suited the delicate looking girl. Sitting up straight, she offered her hand in a casual friendly greeting. “Miss May isn’t it?” her voice was gentle and rather kind, but somehow her dark eyes always looked a bit cold, no matter what she said or did, “Pleased to meet you. I am Hermonia. I hope we will get along.” But another girl entered the bus after she spoke. A girl with a rather regal air of her own and fire red hair to match. What a haughty looking girl, Hermessent’s thoughts sneered in delight, The one who is a little better with words than even I. How peevish! Were there indeed good things about humans? Yes, of course, but she wasn’t overly fond of females. Perhaps it was the internal desire to out shine them, or her natural likeness for destruction. Chaos. And females turned on one another so easily. It was like a ripe red fruit was being dangled before her. It was almost too painful to resist and continue her pleasant façade. Luckily there was someone to interrupt her demonic thoughts. A man, plain enough, but wearing dark glasses and a suit, so he somehow still stood out. Peculiar. He scanned over every girl on the bus and Hermonia resisted the urge to glare. Instead she continued to smile pleasantly. Ah, so they would all be left to assigning themselves. What a wonderful situation, all too easily set up for a chaotic mess. Her smile seemed to become a little warmer. “Odd, isn’t it?” she whispered to May, “Boys who don’t know how to use computers… I wonder if they are foreigners.” But once the man had finished his little speech, he exited the bus with ease. Curiously Hermonia peered after him, ignoring Uriko the Irritating. The man simply faded away. The once she-demon stilled and her smile fell away, leaving her a bit too pale and a bit too unnaturally pretty. Narrowing her eyes, she pressed her lips together. Curious-er, and curious-er… Uriko didn’t seem to notice. Perhaps she shouldn’t remark on it then… But instead she placed an innocently surprised look on her face, pressing her hand to her cheek. Looking over at May with wide eyes, she spoke softly. “How odd!” she murmured, “One minute he’s there and the next he isn’t? Almost like he disappeared.” She giggled demurely then. “What a fast walk. It must be useful.” _________________________________________________ Drienuhn dozed quietly in his chair, lounging with one leg over the armrest, the other on the ground. His long hair fell into his face, his dark eyes opening slightly as he heard more of his bothers enter the common area. Skeixura was the one who spoke of spies hiding in their rooms, but Drienuhn was too comfortable in his spot to actually get up and go see what he was talking about. If there was a spy, they would get quiet bored in his room watching him. Then they would leave. Or fall asleep. Because Drienuhn hardly ever did anything all that interesting; others did the interesting things for him. Like his brothers for instance. Always shouting about one thing or the other, they were far more interesting to watch than he. Taelor, for example, was quiet amusing. He controlled the tale-teller with some sort of small bar and somehow managed to anger it. It was merely a head with a giant eye, yet somehow he had gone and made the thing angry. Leaning over, his long arm helped his hand pick up the controlling bar with little disruption to his comfortable sitting. Turing the bar over in his hands, he examined it. More odd symbols dancing on the little square scales…Symbols were everywhere in this realm. How tedious. Pointing the controlling bar at the tale-teller, he played with the odd scales. One of the long was controlled volume, making it louder or softer depending on which end of the scale he pressed. The other long rectangular scale changed the story. Convenient. He could get used to this. The red scale made the tale-teller sleep and wake up as well. So as his brothers chattered away, he switched through story after story, till something interesting appeared. It looked different from all the other stories. ”Angels are the beings who protect us from the outside threats to our moral upstanding. But in the end it is you, you very soul, that determines wether or not you are successful in defending yourself from demons. That peaked his interest. He ever sat up right in his chair, leaning forward and watching attentively at the tale-teller’s story. Demons called Desire (the audience jeered) And Greed (another jeer) And Laziness! (one more loud jeer) Our children do not know how to defend themselves against these demons! We must be the ones to show them! When they refuse to do their homework…. And on and on and on it went. But Drienuhn mulled over what the man in the white suit had said. Humans knew of Angels? But who were these Demons they spoke of? He knew of no respectable demon by such a ridiculous name as ‘Desire’ or ‘Greed’. They were sins, yes, but who was stupid enough to call themselves by one of the Sins? Stranger… It sort of…irritated him, this man and his odd speech. Glowering at the tale-teller he changed the story.	Appearance: Demonic Name: Drienuhn Human Name: Darien Age: 20 Three Traits: +Aimless - Devoid of direction or purpose +Illiterate - Unable to read and write +Shallow - Lacking depth of intellect or knowledge; concerned only with what is obvious Other Characteristics: + Indifferent - The trait of lacking enthusiasm for or interest in things generally, remaining calm and seeming not to care; a casual lack of concern. Having or showing little or no interest in anything; languid; spiritless + Overprotective - To protect too much; coddle + Soft-hearted - Having softness or tenderness of heart that can lead them into trouble; susceptible of pity or other kindly affection. They cannot resist helping someone they see in trouble, suffering or in need, and often don’t think of the repercussions or situation before doing so If Demon Prince, what Mortal Sin do you wish to control? Sloth ____________________________________________________________________________ Appearance: Demonic Name: Hermessent Human Name: Hermonia Age: 17 Three Traits: +Callous - They are hardened to emotions, rarely showing any form of it in expression. Unfeeling. Cold. +Judgemental - Inclined to make and form judgements, especially moral or personal ones, based on one’s own opinions or impressions towards others/practices/groups/religions based on appearance, reputation, occupation, etc. +Reckless - Heedless. Headstrong. Foolhardy. Unthinking boldness, wild carelessness and disregard for consequences. Other Characteristics: +Dishonest – Given to or using fraud, cheating; deceitful, deceptive, crooked, underhanded +Flirt -To make playfully romantic or sexual overtures; behaviour intended to arouse sexual interest. Minx. Tease +Audacious - Recklessly bold in defiance of convention, propriety, law, or the like; insolent; braze, disobedient
1,268	25	27	2,239	464	Chobach \| Silas "Brother please calm down, look- Drieunh has bent the will of the creature. He has saved us." Came Chobach's dull reply as he edged away from Taelor. He looked at the demon who shared the same chair space as him, wondering why he took it upon himself to get so close to him. Taelor's mere presence was a taunt towarda violence- something Chobach knew had to do with his brothers power of adulation. The program on the tv spoke of angels and demons. Chobach listened but refused to look at the screen. Humans loved to talk shit about their kind- most of it was mere exaggeration based on nothing but their fears. They spoke of Hell as a place of horrors and torment- which it was, only to mortals, however. To demons Hell was home. There were beautiful parts to the inferno as well. These places, of course, never to be seen by the damned mortal souls. And so he disregarded the speaker on the program. Instead he turned his attention up to Skeixura, as he pushed Taelor off of his seat on his armrest, "Spies? And you scared one off? I thought Father told us not to harm them. They are his Eyes now. What if he retaliates and stifles you some more, brother." He doubted their father would retaliate- but it was always nice to scare his siblings.	Demon name: Chobach Human name: Silas Maddox Age: 20 The 3 assigned Traits/Characteristics: Cursed - A person who has befallen a prayer for evil or misfortune, placed under a spell, or borne into an evil circumstance, and suffers for it. Damned. Deranged - Mentally decayed. Insane. Crazy. Mad. Psychotic. Impatient - Unable to wait patiently or tolerate delay; restless. Unable to endure irritation or opposition; intolerant Other Characteristics: Mortal Sin: Wrath
1,269	25	28	2,239	464	Taelor ✬ August He dropped his hands when Drienunh claimed control of the creatures voice, dominating it with a simple wave of the magic wand. "Kindest brother- you have turned the beasts will to your own. He purrs now like a hellcat quenched on blood. You have a gift with Surface creatures, surely." He complimented sweetly, grinning a pointy-toothed grin. And, taking up Chobach's phrase he added, "Yes you've saved us, dearest Drienunh." At Skeixura's entrance he spun to greet his brother- but Chobach had pushed him from his seat. He landed on the floor with an "unf" before rubbing his bottom, standing up at once. He glared at Chobach for a moment before turning his attention on Skei, he smiled, although the smile did not reach his eyes. "Ah do not listen to Chobach, brother. You have thwarted off spies meant to do us harm, no doubt. Our brother here is merely envious of your intelligence and bravery- the true mark of a prince." He laughed as he looked at the three of them, beaming as if he were proud of them, "To think! I have such exceptional kin. One tames a beast while the other fights off a fiend! Remarkable, truly. I must get on my game." Said Taelor as he walked passed them all, toward his room. On his way out he gave Chobach a fleeting look. Seemingly that of a jovial brother- but underneath the demon was plotting. He closed the door to his bedroom behind him before making a bee-line to the textbooks set up on his desk. He wondered what subjects the humans would teach. Although a major concern of his was finding anything to use against his brothers.	Demon name: Chobach Human name: Silas Maddox Age: 20 The 3 assigned Traits/Characteristics: Cursed - A person who has befallen a prayer for evil or misfortune, placed under a spell, or borne into an evil circumstance, and suffers for it. Damned. Deranged - Mentally decayed. Insane. Crazy. Mad. Psychotic. Impatient - Unable to wait patiently or tolerate delay; restless. Unable to endure irritation or opposition; intolerant Other Characteristics: Mortal Sin: Wrath
1,270	25	29	71	6,312	Ruomahl/Rowan Ruomahl had been surprised to find such a plethora of information so readily available. Ruomahl had already found a lot about this world, Earth. Earth was the English name, but it had many other names in many other languages. This world was full of water, most it which remained undrinkable to humans. Apparently, humans had a limited tolerance to salt. There were many thousands of species of animals who shared Earth with humanity, much to Ruomahl's surprise, but it appeared that none of them had been as successful. Ruomahl set out to learn more about what humanity was. For the moment, that was more important than learning about Earth. Apparently they were split into hundreds of different hundreds of different nations, and worse, they were content with the situation. The kings of old had all but disappeared. Only a handful of kings remained, and even fewer held on to the power their ancestors possessed. Ruomahl had always assumed that monarchy was the only form of government, and that without a King,everything would fall apart. Ruomahl wondered if humans were really so different, or had the humans discovered something that had escaped the knowledge of Hell? Ruomahl shook his head. This was not why he was sent here, and his father likely wouldn't aporove of such thoughts. Ruomahl, curious, looked up what the humans thought of demons. It was absolutely infuriating. Demons were defined as vile creatures, beings of evil, who sinned for sins sake. All true, but Ruomahl didn't appreciate how ugly they were. It seemed that many humans saw demons as fallen angels. The tales of angels and demons were so true, yet so false. This was a completely foreign world. There was so much to learn, and so little time. He could sit here all day, and still not fully understand humanity. However, that wasn't enough to discourage him. Ruomahl would find out more about humanity's history, and how humanity acted and functioned. In the background, Ruomahl could hear his brothers act like idiots. They thought they were taming monsters, but Ruomahl knew that the only monster in their rooms were the thing he was on right now. Earth apparently didn't have monsters, or nothing humans would admit were. He definitely wasn't going to lose to these fools. Ruomahl had to make sure that he was the one who got back home first. He thought that maybe the best way to do that wasn't at the edge of this thing, but he put the thought out of his mind. He needed information; he wasn't going to walk around blindly.	Character Name: Bessy Miller Demon Name: Pandora (Greek name composed of the elements pan "all" and doron "gift," hence "all-gift.") Lilit (Hebrew Lilith, meaning "of the night.") Age: 17 The 3 assigned Traits/Characteristics (colored word): Absent-minded - Preoccupied to the extent of being unaware of one’s immediate surroundings. Abstracted, daydreaming, inattentive, oblivious, forgetful. Withdrawn - Not friendly or Sociable. Aloof. Naïve - Lacking worldly experience and understanding, simple and guileless; showing or characterized by a lack of sophistication and critical judgement. Other Characteristics: Bookworm – preferred activity is reading any book-old or new Craftsy- if she is not reading, she is doing some kind of craft or sewing. She even makes her own clothes and jewelry.
1,271	25	30	2,575	119	Uriko Ryuta/Strife Uriko starts to doze off a bit due to the bus taking motion, her backback making many clinking sounds of metal against each other like that of metal plates. She could have sworn that the man vanished into thin air. But she thought best to not bring attention to it, because that'd be crazy. "A secr... under... maybe?" Uriko mumbles half drowsy next to Bessie, before rubbing her face to wake herself back up. Uriko looks around for some of the other faces, she wants to stay awake. She recognizes one, it's a person she's seen somewhere before... Acacia Blackwell. Bessie recommended one of her books once and Uriko liked it enough to look her up. She was on the list of people as well, though it didn't occur to Uriko until now. "Hey little miss, aren't ya Acacia Blackwell? Bes, here likes books." Uriko points to Bessie who is looking out the window "Maybe ya can get together sometime once we figure out what the boys are about?"	Character Name:Uriko Ryuta Demon name:Strife Age will be 20 if a Demon or 15 to 17 for females:17 The 3 assigned Traits/Characteristics (colored word):Egotistical - Characteristic of those having an inflated idea of their own importance. Boastful, pompous. Selfish - Concerned chiefly or only with oneself. Rebellious - Defying or resisting some established authority, government, or tradition; insubordinate; inclined to rebel. Appearance:
1,272	25	31	1,112	134	May Chandler May jumped, startled by a near by voice. Looking up, she was staring into the face of the famous Hermonia. "Oh, um, yes," she replied, taking the offered hand. "Same here." May's speech was much less graceful and far less tactful in comparison to the school idol's, but she tried to smile anyway. Although, she was surprised that Hermonia knew her name at all. Sitting back, the young girl smirked to herself when she realized how many of her classmates would love (and probably kill) to be in her shoes right now. However, as far as May could tell, the girl before her seemed like a normal person. Albeit, there was something off about the way she smiled. It made May nervous, but she wasn't sure why. May tried to ignore it and chalked it up to the fact that Hermonia was an upperclassman. Just then, occurred to May that the other girls were probably a different year than her, and that's why she knew none of them. A moment later, another girl entered the bus. It was again a face she recognized but wasn't familiar with. Shortly after the red head, a man stepped aboard and began elaborating on their assignment. He seemed odd and unlike most of the facility and staff that worked at the academy. Having Hermonia lean over and whisper made May jump again. Her face even went a bit flush. It felt strange for her to have someone so physically close to her, especially someone who had such a large following. Regardless, it comforted May to know that Hermonia was just as surprised by the news as she was. May, however, could kind of understand a lack of computer knowledge and was more concerned that they'd need help doing laundry! What kind of background could these boys have come from that they had so few life skills? What kind of parents could have possibly raised their child with such little knowledge of how to survive? Probably prissy rich kids who had everything done for them. These thoughts worried the blonde as she listened intently to the rest of the speech. She had been under the impression this was going to be a normal tutoring job, however, it was turning out to be much more. She could feel a knot forming in her stomach. Anxiously, May slid her hands under her thighs to stop herself from fidgeting with them and began to bite her lower lip instead. She had not mentally prepared for this. After his speech, May watched as the man exited the bus and disappear into the distance. "Yes...That is odd," May replied thoughtfully. "He...he didn't even go back into the building," she noted, perplexed by the whole situation. "Does he even work for our school? I didn't recognize him at all..." May looked to Hermonia for answers. Surely, she of all people would be most familiar with the school staff. Just then, the bus began moving and the closer they got, the more anxious May became. She knew she had to tough it out, but she wanted nothing more than to go back to her dorm and focus on something else. Anything else.	Character Name: May Chandler Demon Name: Carmine Sable Age: 16 The 3 assigned Traits/Characteristics: Anxious - Full of mental distress or uneasiness because of fear of danger or misfortune; greatly worried; solicitous. Obsessive - An unhealthy and compulsive preoccupation with something or someone. Smart Ass - Thinks they know it all, and in some ways they may, but they can be greatly annoying and difficult to deal with at times, especially in arguments. Other Characteristics: Short - In stature and tends to have an attitude about it Snarky - Sharply critical; makes snide remarks.
1,273	25	32	71	6,312	Ruomahl/Rowan Ruomahl began to hear some racket outside. It wasn't the normal type of racket, either. Likely, there had been some development in regards to their reason for being here. Ruomahl took a step out of his door and heard this man speaking. He seemed to have a lot of confidence for a random grunt sent out on a backwater shadowing mission. Ruomahl found himself scoffing at his arrogance. If they were to be punished, it would be by their father's hand, not his. What surprised Ruomahl the most was his immense incompetence. Ruomahl noticed that they had company, human company. He only spotted one human girl, but that was enough to warrant no making a scene. In addition to giving away pivotal and secret information, he teleported away in front of them. Ruomahl scoffed. "You'd think they'd send someone who knew at least a little about the human world," Ruomahl said. Nonetheless, he would have to accommodate his company soon. Given the situation, he couldn't imagine they were all lining up for the task. He'd do his best. Ruomahl wanted to head back home, and he wanted to beat his brothers. He couldn't let them beat him. He wouldn't be able to stand it.	Character Name: Bessy Miller Demon Name: Pandora (Greek name composed of the elements pan "all" and doron "gift," hence "all-gift.") Lilit (Hebrew Lilith, meaning "of the night.") Age: 17 The 3 assigned Traits/Characteristics (colored word): Absent-minded - Preoccupied to the extent of being unaware of one’s immediate surroundings. Abstracted, daydreaming, inattentive, oblivious, forgetful. Withdrawn - Not friendly or Sociable. Aloof. Naïve - Lacking worldly experience and understanding, simple and guileless; showing or characterized by a lack of sophistication and critical judgement. Other Characteristics: Bookworm – preferred activity is reading any book-old or new Craftsy- if she is not reading, she is doing some kind of craft or sewing. She even makes her own clothes and jewelry.
1,274	25	33	2,575	119	Uriko Ryuta/Strife Uriko starts to doze off a bit due to the bus taking motion, her backback making many clinking sounds of metal against each other like that of metal plates. She could have sworn that the man vanished into thin air. But she thought best to not bring attention to it, because that'd be crazy. "A secr... under... maybe?" Uriko mumbles half drowsy next to Bessie, before rubbing her face to wake herself back up. Uriko looks around for some of the other faces, she wants to stay awake. She recognizes one, it's a person she's seen somewhere before... Acacia Blackwell. Bessie recommended one of her books once and Uriko liked it enough to look her up. She was on the list of people as well, though it didn't occur to Uriko until now. "Hey little miss, aren't ya Acacia Blackwell? Bes, here likes books." Uriko points to Bessie who is looking out the window "Maybe ya can get together sometime once we figure out what the boys are about?" "Ok ladies. Your ride is over. I don't have time to wait for tomorrow." the driver grumbled as he waited for the ladies to leave the bus. Bessie began to gather her stuff up. "I guess we might as well go inside and see what kind of guys we have to deal with." she spoke to the other girls. Uriko stands up picking up the heavy bag moving it out of Bessie's way. "Ah, well I guess talkin will come later Blackwell." Uriko makes her way off the bus causing it to shift weight for a moment. "Meet cha at the apartments." Uriko runs towards the apartments ahead of everyone and once inside makes large thumping noises from the impact of her legs that reverberate throughout the entire complex. She stops in front of the boys side and knocks hard "YA BOYS FINALLY HERE! COME OUT AND INTRODUCE YOURSELVES OR ELSE I'LL GET YA!"	Character Name:Uriko Ryuta Demon name:Strife Age will be 20 if a Demon or 15 to 17 for females:17 The 3 assigned Traits/Characteristics (colored word):Egotistical - Characteristic of those having an inflated idea of their own importance. Boastful, pompous. Selfish - Concerned chiefly or only with oneself. Rebellious - Defying or resisting some established authority, government, or tradition; insubordinate; inclined to rebel. Appearance:
1,275	25	34	71	6,312	Bessie quietly walked into the Apartment Complex with her two pull a long suitcases, ignoring the males and went to the girls dorm to claim Room two. She began to unpack her belongings and settled in the room.	Character Name: Bessy Miller Demon Name: Pandora (Greek name composed of the elements pan "all" and doron "gift," hence "all-gift.") Lilit (Hebrew Lilith, meaning "of the night.") Age: 17 The 3 assigned Traits/Characteristics (colored word): Absent-minded - Preoccupied to the extent of being unaware of one’s immediate surroundings. Abstracted, daydreaming, inattentive, oblivious, forgetful. Withdrawn - Not friendly or Sociable. Aloof. Naïve - Lacking worldly experience and understanding, simple and guileless; showing or characterized by a lack of sophistication and critical judgement. Other Characteristics: Bookworm – preferred activity is reading any book-old or new Craftsy- if she is not reading, she is doing some kind of craft or sewing. She even makes her own clothes and jewelry.
1,276	25	35	2,575	119	Ruomahl heard a girl yelling and felt as though the number of women of which he could choose from was lessened by one. He looked around at his brother's wanting to see how they would react. He would let one of them get it, he thought. He thought that he should let them do the work. But then a thought came to him. There could be only one who could open the door first, and if it was not himself it would be one of his brothers. If it was one of his brothers, it would not be him. Ergo, one of them would have something he wouldn't. While it sounded ridiculous, that was only because it was. Ruomahl rushed to the door. If someone got ahead of him, he would light them on fire. Roumahl answered the door to two girls. It would be the time to introduce himself. He half-wondered which one had made that obnoxious howl, but decided that he should just forget about it. Nn "Hello, my name is Ruomahl," I said. Damn. "Yes, Rowan Mullen. Pleasure to, uh, make your, um, acquaintance. Yes." Now, that could have gone a lot better, but now there's now helping it. I should have let my brothers do it.	Character Name:Uriko Ryuta Demon name:Strife Age will be 20 if a Demon or 15 to 17 for females:17 The 3 assigned Traits/Characteristics (colored word):Egotistical - Characteristic of those having an inflated idea of their own importance. Boastful, pompous. Selfish - Concerned chiefly or only with oneself. Rebellious - Defying or resisting some established authority, government, or tradition; insubordinate; inclined to rebel. Appearance:
1,277	25	36	2,239	464	Taelor \| August He heard the main door to their dorming complex being brutally knocked on by someone- only to then hear the roar of no doubt one of their future mates. That was such an odd thought to him- these girls knew not what they were getting themselves into- but the same could be said for himself and his brother princes. Personally? Taelor did not care for finding a wife. Human girls were much too... delicate, for his tastes. Although, the aggressive display of the girl outside lead him to believe otherwise. Perhaps there might be hope. (aka Taelor is a masochist lmao) He stepped outside of his room and made for the door- but was pushed aside by Ruomahl. The princes eyebrows shot up to hide behind his black hair- why was he in such a rush? When Ruo opened the door he managed to catch a glance of the girl- red hair and rather muscular. Ah, no doubt Ruo wanted this maiden for himself. Taelor's mind began to go over various plots to sabotage their happiness and make it his own. But before he could run up an introduce himself- perhaps a tad more smoothly than Ruomahl's attempt- Uriko had retreated back to the girls dorms ( a new concept to him). "You impressed her, brother!" He calls with a laugh, suddenly glad that he had not gotten there first. She would no doubt have Ruo doing all manner of odd and pointless human activities. Although... She did send for all of his brothers. Taelor looked over his shoulder at the others in the common area, "The females have arrived and bid us attend our first Life class." he called, "None are as thrilled as I." He finished sarcastically.	Demon name: Chobach Human name: Silas Maddox Age: 20 The 3 assigned Traits/Characteristics: Cursed - A person who has befallen a prayer for evil or misfortune, placed under a spell, or borne into an evil circumstance, and suffers for it. Damned. Deranged - Mentally decayed. Insane. Crazy. Mad. Psychotic. Impatient - Unable to wait patiently or tolerate delay; restless. Unable to endure irritation or opposition; intolerant Other Characteristics: Mortal Sin: Wrath
1,278	25	37	71	6,312	Bessie was finished in her room and decided to face the music so to speak. She walked into the girl's commons area to see just what was going on but nothing was. Her next stop was the Co-Ed commons area to meet the guys. She wondered who would want to pair up with her...... She got her self a soda and found a corner to sit in and wait.	Character Name: Bessy Miller Demon Name: Pandora (Greek name composed of the elements pan "all" and doron "gift," hence "all-gift.") Lilit (Hebrew Lilith, meaning "of the night.") Age: 17 The 3 assigned Traits/Characteristics (colored word): Absent-minded - Preoccupied to the extent of being unaware of one’s immediate surroundings. Abstracted, daydreaming, inattentive, oblivious, forgetful. Withdrawn - Not friendly or Sociable. Aloof. Naïve - Lacking worldly experience and understanding, simple and guileless; showing or characterized by a lack of sophistication and critical judgement. Other Characteristics: Bookworm – preferred activity is reading any book-old or new Craftsy- if she is not reading, she is doing some kind of craft or sewing. She even makes her own clothes and jewelry.
1,279	25	38	2,239	464	Ruomahl/Rowan Ruomahl had undoubtedly messed up this time. He might of just gave himself away. He was to be Rowan in the human world, he must remember that. He was Rowan. The girl introduced herself as Uriko Strife. After mocking him, after which Rowan was surely sore, she pointed out that there was an area in which he and his brothers were to go. She had already chosen him, it seemed. Lucky him. Then Uriko left. Wait, did she say "hellish" training? "It really is Rowan," he said. "Rowan Mullen." He heard Taelor approach from behind, if only to mock him. "Screw you, brother," Rowan said. "I have already won."	Demon name: Chobach Human name: Silas Maddox Age: 20 The 3 assigned Traits/Characteristics: Cursed - A person who has befallen a prayer for evil or misfortune, placed under a spell, or borne into an evil circumstance, and suffers for it. Damned. Deranged - Mentally decayed. Insane. Crazy. Mad. Psychotic. Impatient - Unable to wait patiently or tolerate delay; restless. Unable to endure irritation or opposition; intolerant Other Characteristics: Mortal Sin: Wrath
1,280	25	39	71	6,312	Bessie was watching and noting that Uriko and Rowan had paired up. So she wouldn't have that one to deal with. She glanced at the next one and wondered what his name was.	Character Name: Bessy Miller Demon Name: Pandora (Greek name composed of the elements pan "all" and doron "gift," hence "all-gift.") Lilit (Hebrew Lilith, meaning "of the night.") Age: 17 The 3 assigned Traits/Characteristics (colored word): Absent-minded - Preoccupied to the extent of being unaware of one’s immediate surroundings. Abstracted, daydreaming, inattentive, oblivious, forgetful. Withdrawn - Not friendly or Sociable. Aloof. Naïve - Lacking worldly experience and understanding, simple and guileless; showing or characterized by a lack of sophistication and critical judgement. Other Characteristics: Bookworm – preferred activity is reading any book-old or new Craftsy- if she is not reading, she is doing some kind of craft or sewing. She even makes her own clothes and jewelry.
1,281	25	40	1,436	1,413	Hermonia grinned at May, but said nothing more. Instead once the bus had stopped, she pleasantly followed the flow of girls. They all had brought so much with them. Tilting her head to the side, her eyes narrowed slightly, their dark depths flickering red before turning back to regular black. From the bus she grabbed a bag which she slung over one of her shoulders. She looked elegant and even fashionable in the bright pink uniform, though red or black would of surely suited her tastes far more. Following the group, she enter the complex and looked about in disinterest. Umiko-Urita-no, Uriko, had summoned the boys to come and greet them, but no sooner than she meet face to face with one of the boy than the little loud mouth turned tail and ran off. Coward. This overly good looking boy was nothing. The one that stood behind him, examining the options it seemed, was unnaturally good looking too. With black hair. This stunk of the abnormal. But just how abnormal was the question. Following Bessie's exampled she tilted her head back almost a bit haughtily, brushed her long black hair over one shoulder and went to claim her sleeping quarters. Choosing the third room, she threw her bag onto the bed with quiet a lack of interest. The room was too orderly. She didn't like it. Snapping a finger, a small air pressure flew through her room. It was weak, but a good wind did wonders in whipping things about, unsettling sheets and tipping the mirror on its axis. A little stress relief, that was all it was. And it wasn't near enough. But there was work to be done. With a small demure smile, she picked up her notebook, a pen and a ruler. By passing the girl's common room, she head straight to the co-ed common room, every step overly graceful and fluid, as if the air passed beneath her feet. Urita, or whatever her name was, had dragged one of the poor boys into her clutches, but quiet little Bessie remained a curious observer. Standing by the quiet girl's side, Hermonia watched on too, her stance perfectly straight and her face a beautiful mask of elegant beauty. Her poise was remarkable, but her thoughts were dark and those lovely lashed black eyes of hers flickered red for a moment. _________________________________________________ Drienuhn was unimpressed by the man creature who had silenced the Tale-Teller. To say he was annoyed would be too exaggerated. More like irritated. Peeved. He was not one to show much emotion, but he also did not like people looking down on him. Standing, he rubbed the back of his neck as Taelor and Ruomahl made a fuss about the female who had shouted out orders. Entering the co-ed common room, he merely stood with his pockets in his uniform slacks, the slight slouch to his posture looking more like a magazine model's pose than a real stance. With narrow dark eyes, he looked at the girl with the long black hair, standing by the girl who was sitting. That girl... There was something not very 'mundane' about her. Perhaps it was the cold look in her eyes. Whatever it was, it kept it to himself. It was none of his business. He didn't care as long as it didn't effect him. One of the human girls, the shocking loud one, claimed his brother and even he couldn't hold back a small smirk. He almost pitied Roumahl. That human was surely the over energetic and nagging type. An hour with her and ones ears would surely start to bleed from such loudness. Father would of loved her. His long dark hair fell over his shoulder as he moved. Quietly he sat in one of the chairs and rested quiet casually, with his chin in his palm. His eyes slowly ran over the quiet girl. This one was far more his kind of girl. Quiet. He continued to watched her till a small slow smile crept across his face.	Appearance: Demonic Name: Drienuhn Human Name: Darien Age: 20 Three Traits: +Aimless - Devoid of direction or purpose +Illiterate - Unable to read and write +Shallow - Lacking depth of intellect or knowledge; concerned only with what is obvious Other Characteristics: + Indifferent - The trait of lacking enthusiasm for or interest in things generally, remaining calm and seeming not to care; a casual lack of concern. Having or showing little or no interest in anything; languid; spiritless + Overprotective - To protect too much; coddle + Soft-hearted - Having softness or tenderness of heart that can lead them into trouble; susceptible of pity or other kindly affection. They cannot resist helping someone they see in trouble, suffering or in need, and often don’t think of the repercussions or situation before doing so If Demon Prince, what Mortal Sin do you wish to control? Sloth ____________________________________________________________________________ Appearance: Demonic Name: Hermessent Human Name: Hermonia Age: 17 Three Traits: +Callous - They are hardened to emotions, rarely showing any form of it in expression. Unfeeling. Cold. +Judgemental - Inclined to make and form judgements, especially moral or personal ones, based on one’s own opinions or impressions towards others/practices/groups/religions based on appearance, reputation, occupation, etc. +Reckless - Heedless. Headstrong. Foolhardy. Unthinking boldness, wild carelessness and disregard for consequences. Other Characteristics: +Dishonest – Given to or using fraud, cheating; deceitful, deceptive, crooked, underhanded +Flirt -To make playfully romantic or sexual overtures; behaviour intended to arouse sexual interest. Minx. Tease +Audacious - Recklessly bold in defiance of convention, propriety, law, or the like; insolent; braze, disobedient
1,282	25	41	71	6,312	Bessie finally turned her head towards the one who happened to sit not to far away and seemed to be watching her. "Hello there. My name is Bessie." she spoke to the guy. She was not going to get too involved yet. He was handsome in an unruly way. Long hair did fit fit him too. Perhaps she should let him talk to her for a while. This might be the one who she would be able to civilize.	Character Name: Bessy Miller Demon Name: Pandora (Greek name composed of the elements pan "all" and doron "gift," hence "all-gift.") Lilit (Hebrew Lilith, meaning "of the night.") Age: 17 The 3 assigned Traits/Characteristics (colored word): Absent-minded - Preoccupied to the extent of being unaware of one’s immediate surroundings. Abstracted, daydreaming, inattentive, oblivious, forgetful. Withdrawn - Not friendly or Sociable. Aloof. Naïve - Lacking worldly experience and understanding, simple and guileless; showing or characterized by a lack of sophistication and critical judgement. Other Characteristics: Bookworm – preferred activity is reading any book-old or new Craftsy- if she is not reading, she is doing some kind of craft or sewing. She even makes her own clothes and jewelry.
1,283	25	42	2,575	119	Ruomahl/Rowan Rowan decided it would be better not to wait for his brothers. If he was to be at an advantage, what was the advantage in waiting for them to catch up? None, he thought, so he'd better hurry along. Rowan decided that to go to that building that Uriko had pointed out. Rowan took his leave of the building, and he headed for the building. He didn't think his brothers were following yet. He arrived at the building, and pushed open the doors.	Character Name:Uriko Ryuta Demon name:Strife Age will be 20 if a Demon or 15 to 17 for females:17 The 3 assigned Traits/Characteristics (colored word):Egotistical - Characteristic of those having an inflated idea of their own importance. Boastful, pompous. Selfish - Concerned chiefly or only with oneself. Rebellious - Defying or resisting some established authority, government, or tradition; insubordinate; inclined to rebel. Appearance:
1,284	25	43	2,575	119	Ruomahl/Rowan Rowan hated what he heard from Uriko. Yes, he hated it indeed. Too much was mustered on to him. How was he supposed to keep tabs on his contemptible, irresponsible, loathsome, inferior siblings. He would just have to force them, then? Indeed, Rowan was given a full plate of misfortune. Rowan swore that one day he would he would make his father answer for the treachery he had committed here. This suit was a ridiculous matter. So he was supposed to wear a heavy suit, even while he bathed? Rowan thought that maybe the real punishment was never taking it off, but it was so heavy. He could not lift it. Lift it he could not. The action known as lifting was something which Rowan could not do. The suit exceeded the amount of pounds that he was able to force upwards. And he was supposed to live in this contemptible suit of intolerable miserableness. This was madness. Rowan wanted to complain. He wanted to say what thoughts he felt in this situation. Oh, but he was sure she would be having none of that. So he would just say his questions and begin the misery. Rowan asked, "Okay, so what is this thing called fishing, and does it involve something called a fish? And why are we using a washboard of all things? And could I get your number?" He would probably need it, after all, in case he couldn't handle his brothers alone.	Character Name:Uriko Ryuta Demon name:Strife Age will be 20 if a Demon or 15 to 17 for females:17 The 3 assigned Traits/Characteristics (colored word):Egotistical - Characteristic of those having an inflated idea of their own importance. Boastful, pompous. Selfish - Concerned chiefly or only with oneself. Rebellious - Defying or resisting some established authority, government, or tradition; insubordinate; inclined to rebel. Appearance:
1,285	25	44	2,575	119	Ruomahl/Rowan Rowan supposed he missed some human social queue with one of his questions, which would explain Uriko's laughing. He hoped that he didn't mess up too badly. Nonetheless, maybe it was good that he was able to get her to smile and laugh. "My name's Rowan," he said again. For now, he'd be putting. on this suit, even though it was much too heavy. However, he couldn't start without he brothers. He could only be so much ahead of his brothers, even if that was all that was expected of them. It was good, however, that he got here first. Even so, they couldn't start in earnest until they arrived. He didn't want to have to wait too long.	Character Name:Uriko Ryuta Demon name:Strife Age will be 20 if a Demon or 15 to 17 for females:17 The 3 assigned Traits/Characteristics (colored word):Egotistical - Characteristic of those having an inflated idea of their own importance. Boastful, pompous. Selfish - Concerned chiefly or only with oneself. Rebellious - Defying or resisting some established authority, government, or tradition; insubordinate; inclined to rebel. Appearance:
1,286	25	45	1,436	1,413	He sat in his chair leisurely and tilted his head slightly to the side, black silk hair falling into his face a bit. His sharp dark eyes were fixed on her and the small ghost of a smile on his lips made him look like an intrigued feline. A predator with too much time on his hands. But that was ridiculous. He was only a human boy after all. There was absolutely nothing intimidating about him. Nothing at all. "Hello, Miss Bessie," his smooth and cool water voice was soft and yet all to clear, "Pleased to meet you. My name is... Darien." He hesitated. But hopefully it would be taken only as amusement. Truthfully the very average human name somehow seemed foreign with the way his tongue rolled it out. In fact, her name too had been taste and savored as it had been spoken in that slow and hypnotic voice. Ruomahl had already left with the commanding and all too energetic girl tutor of his. His other brothers were no where to be seen. So that just left this little Miss Bessie... and him. Well and the peculiar girl with long black hair, who was contentedly sitting far off into a corner now, reading something. Drienuhn never took his eyes off of Bessie though. "Were you all...assigned to specific people...?" he asked slowly, languidly, curiously, "Or...are you allowed to choose your own...student?"	Appearance: Demonic Name: Drienuhn Human Name: Darien Age: 20 Three Traits: +Aimless - Devoid of direction or purpose +Illiterate - Unable to read and write +Shallow - Lacking depth of intellect or knowledge; concerned only with what is obvious Other Characteristics: + Indifferent - The trait of lacking enthusiasm for or interest in things generally, remaining calm and seeming not to care; a casual lack of concern. Having or showing little or no interest in anything; languid; spiritless + Overprotective - To protect too much; coddle + Soft-hearted - Having softness or tenderness of heart that can lead them into trouble; susceptible of pity or other kindly affection. They cannot resist helping someone they see in trouble, suffering or in need, and often don’t think of the repercussions or situation before doing so If Demon Prince, what Mortal Sin do you wish to control? Sloth ____________________________________________________________________________ Appearance: Demonic Name: Hermessent Human Name: Hermonia Age: 17 Three Traits: +Callous - They are hardened to emotions, rarely showing any form of it in expression. Unfeeling. Cold. +Judgemental - Inclined to make and form judgements, especially moral or personal ones, based on one’s own opinions or impressions towards others/practices/groups/religions based on appearance, reputation, occupation, etc. +Reckless - Heedless. Headstrong. Foolhardy. Unthinking boldness, wild carelessness and disregard for consequences. Other Characteristics: +Dishonest – Given to or using fraud, cheating; deceitful, deceptive, crooked, underhanded +Flirt -To make playfully romantic or sexual overtures; behaviour intended to arouse sexual interest. Minx. Tease +Audacious - Recklessly bold in defiance of convention, propriety, law, or the like; insolent; braze, disobedient
1,287	25	46	71	6,312	Bessie smile her prettiest at Darien. "Actually, Darien, we are allowed to make our own choices. Perhaps we could be partners?" she asked softly as she looked at the dark haired guy. She immediately thought panther. A large and dangerous cat of the night. A very smooth talking one at that. "I won't work you all that hard. I will try to be patient but you will learn or I could become a shrew. Or even worse if angered. I have a list of things that you must accomplish and a few other things that I would like to see you learn if you have the ability."	Character Name: Bessy Miller Demon Name: Pandora (Greek name composed of the elements pan "all" and doron "gift," hence "all-gift.") Lilit (Hebrew Lilith, meaning "of the night.") Age: 17 The 3 assigned Traits/Characteristics (colored word): Absent-minded - Preoccupied to the extent of being unaware of one’s immediate surroundings. Abstracted, daydreaming, inattentive, oblivious, forgetful. Withdrawn - Not friendly or Sociable. Aloof. Naïve - Lacking worldly experience and understanding, simple and guileless; showing or characterized by a lack of sophistication and critical judgement. Other Characteristics: Bookworm – preferred activity is reading any book-old or new Craftsy- if she is not reading, she is doing some kind of craft or sewing. She even makes her own clothes and jewelry.
1,288	25	47	2,575	119	Ruomahl/Rowan Rowan supposed he missed some human social queue with one of his questions, which would explain Uriko's laughing. He hoped that he didn't mess up too badly. Nonetheless, maybe it was good that he was able to get her to smile and laugh. "My name's Rowan," he said again. For now, he'd be putting. on this suit, even though it was much too heavy. However, he couldn't start without he brothers. He could only be so much ahead of his brothers, even if that was all that was expected of them. It was good, however, that he got here first. Even so, they couldn't start in earnest until they arrived. He didn't want to have to wait too long. "Rowan, okay Rowan. We have to wait for everyone else to get here. I suggest you listen to everyone else for meetings. It's part of the learning process after all." Uriko puts her feet on the table and relaxes "Course if they take too much longer I might have to drag them here myself... or maybe just you outside to get a headstart. Whatever sounds more fun."	Character Name:Uriko Ryuta Demon name:Strife Age will be 20 if a Demon or 15 to 17 for females:17 The 3 assigned Traits/Characteristics (colored word):Egotistical - Characteristic of those having an inflated idea of their own importance. Boastful, pompous. Selfish - Concerned chiefly or only with oneself. Rebellious - Defying or resisting some established authority, government, or tradition; insubordinate; inclined to rebel. Appearance:
1,289	26	0	1,154	1,925	We have heard stories of your tales, Witcher. Before the Great Purge, and after. You have accomplished things no other creature has. You should be killed for these actions, but you are of importance to us. A small village two day's west from Vizima was sleeping safe and sound for the first time in years. A few days before, a rugged man and boy arrived in the village, and offered to take care of the monster problems, in exchange for a place to stay for a few days and some food. It didn't take long for the two to hunt down the multiple counts of harpies, a griffon, even a Spriggan. The town soon realized who the two were. Witchers. They let them stay in the barn on the outskirts of town, and fed them what they needed, but kept their distance. So some, Witchers are still compared to the monsters they are forced to kill. Although the village is safe, it wasn't Rilden and his apprentice's real purpose to come to the town. The Grand King asked" Rilden to do a certain task. Not only was he to help fight against this dark army that came out of the Second Conjunction, but also gather all the remaining Witchers, mages, and anyone else, and convince them to help as well... Witchers were known to be neutral, they weren't supposed to be involved with politics, but this was a whole new world. They didn't have a choice, and time wasn't anything they had. Rilden knelt on the barn floor, meditating, and listening to the quietness around him. Rilden started a fake bounty in the town, and it spread across the Continent. A beast was eating crops, stealing from homes, and there was a strong magical presence. To a witcher that would mean a Sylvan was near.For a mage, it meant a beast capable of using that much magic should be looked into. Either way, it'll attract some people that are interested in the hunt... It had been days since the bounty was sent, and in the meantime, Rilden continued Foltest's training. He was doing exceptionally well. He was quick, strong, willing to do what was necessary, but he had a lot to learn. He has a family, but if he goes through the Trials, he will have to leave that all behind. But until then, he was ordered to be a lookout, and practice until he saw signs of anyone suspicious entering the town. A scream was heard from a distance, and Rilden immediately opened his cat-like eyes. He grabbed his freshly sharpened swords, and stood up. Silence again. What happened? Did someone encounter a Witcher? A Mage? Or maybe a new creature that appeared in the village? It was known for beats to appear as if out of nowhere nowadays. This new Conjunction has brought a lot of surprises, and evil, more intelligent creatures. He had to find Foltest, and make sure everything was alright.	Name: Rilden of Redania, Slayer of the Thousand Army, "Gweintalan" in Elder Speech Age: Roughly 150 years old, but looks like he's in his 30's Appearance: Rilden stands at 6'2", and has a rugged, and angry look to him, like most Witchers. Besides his golden cat-like eyes, he has short dark brown hair, with a matching trimmed beard, a scar going across his eye, with many, many more all over his body. His skin is pasty white, also like normal Witchers, and his mouth is always curled in what people would mistake as a frown. He wears his wolf medallion over dark leather armor, with chain-mail embedded into the leather on his shoulders, and forearms. His two swords are placed parallel to his spine for easy access. Race: Witcher School: Wolf Bio: I never knew my parents. There wasn't a time I can remember that I wasn't at Kaer Morhen, home of the Witchers. I arrived with a couple dozen other children, and we were put to work very fast. years of pain, and beatings, and fighting, and memorizing every single creature and potion and fighting style. It was hell, and half of us didn't make it through the training. After me and the 12 others proved ourselves capable, we underwent the Trials... the Less said about that the better. When I woke a few days later, I could tell the effects have taken over. I was a Witcher, and only four other colleagues made it. Before we left our home, we were told to create "normal" names so that people would feel more comfortable with us. I chose Rilden of Redania, and with my swords, I left to the Continent. After being alone with your kind for so long, going into the normal way of life was a shock. No one treated you like an equal, you were spat at, glared at, people would talk to you as little as possible, and your only task was to kill monsters. For fifty years I did that. I learned that people tried so hard to not be compared to monsters that they turned out to be one in their own rights. I drank, fucked, ate, slept, all around the Continent. It is said that Witchers lose all emotion when they go through the trials... I think they say that only to help us deal with the fact of who we are. Not everyone hated Witchers that much. I had acquaintances. mages, townspeople, bartenders, a couple people who knew me. I was efficient, fast, and reliable. Lords would call unto me for assistance, and there were few bards that would sing about my travels. When the purge started, my first instinct was to go back to Kaer Morhen. It took longer than expected, I didn't know how many survived, who was after us, or why. When I arrived, the fort was under attack, by the Redanians. I assisted in the battle against the army, but we were pushed back into the main hall. In an attempt to protect the younger children, I tried to find the hidden exit into the mountains, but when i opened it, the elite killing force erupted, knocking me unconscious. They were known was the Thousand Army, because their skill was equal to that. When I awoke, the Thousand Army slaughtered the last of the children. I was relentless. I killed them all in a fit of rage, and then left, going into hiding. One hundred years passed, hiding, keeping my head down, and doing what I had to to survive. I hid in Dryads' forests, took refuge with the friendly forest spirits, I told them my story, and said I was different from normal Witchers, and they named me "Gweintalan"; "Burden of Youth." As the decades passed, I didn't age, but people soon forgot about the mages, and the Witchers. I would ask around, and the answer was always the same: The Witchers were nearly extinct. I continued my profession, I was not hunted, but I was not welcomed even more than I was a hundred years ago. But it didn't matter. Sometimes I heard stories of a Sorceress rebelling against a Lord, or that another witcher came through and killed their beast problem. But it didn't matter. Many would think that the Second Conjunction would have made me happy to be in work again, but it didn't. It left me more cautious, weary, and longing for a companion to assist me in my travels. It left the world in fear, even more than before. One night, I was abducted in my sleep, and taken to the Grand King, Ezli. He showed me with a surprising amount of respect while I was chained and poked at. It was not a man I wanted to talk to, but I had no choice. He gave me my "destiny." He gave me the choice of "redemption" for what I've done to humans. He told me to gather up the rest of my kind, the rest of the sorcerers, and recruit as many as I can for the cause. The cause to kill monsters, and the Dark Lord. I started my journey almost a year ago, looking for anyone and anything that would help in the quest. I'm not doing it for the Grand King. I'm not trying to find redemption. I'm doing it to prove something to myself I suppose. That not all of us need to be monsters. Personality: Like most Witchers, Rilden seems cold, expressionless, and menacing. He has a biased hatred for soldiers, but does his best to stay neutral, because of the Witcher Code. He does have sympathy, and small senses of dry humor, and does his best to conceal any other emotion, because of what he was taught. Weapon(s): Small blades, a "Witcher's Kit" filled with potion ingredients and medicine, but mainly used the Witcher crafted steel and silver swords. Family/Relationships: Anyone interested let me know! Other: Although he'll deny it, he's a sucker for a really well written poem.
1,290	26	1	2,629	2,920	Foltest never imagined he would one day gaze upon the mighty walls of Vizima, or even stand within the Throne Room while a Witcher had a personal hearing with the High King and his court. Of course, had anyone told him two years ago that he would wound up to become the learner of said Witcher, such discussion would only end with their fists behind Midcopse's local winesink. And yet here he was, sitting near the warm fire to cull the nightly cold wind from rattling his bones, dining with overcooked beans and drinking old vodka. It wasn't like they didn't deserve such lavish meal, after all, these last days had been bone-breaking for the young hunter. Waking up with the rise of the sun, practicing the sword forms and then sparring with Rilden for three hours, before spending most of the mid-day with Contracts or studying Signs and the differences between Rotlfiends and Devourers, and then returning to swordsmanship until the sun hid behind the horizon, then they ate, meditated and back to sleep. And today wasn't any different, as Foltest was given the task of crafting Dimeritium Bombs or gathering bait for the Griffin while Rilden handled the execution of the creature they were after. When he dared to ask why he wouldn't track the Harpies down with his enhanced senses, the Wolf gave him a proper tongue lashing, claiming that when he was half his age he could trace a nekker nest in the middle of the Blue Mountains just by the spit of the buggers. No one as old as him was ever trained to become a hexer, but desperate times called for a bend of the doctrine. He was repeating the Fast Style chain for the tenth time, his body was just recently getting used to the pirouettes and acrobatics when the sound of a shriek shot through his ears. Grabbing his steel longsword, Vosons instincts and training kicked in and rushed back to the barn. He was told by Rilden to never engage a beast on his own, at least not until he took the trials. "What was that?" he asked his master as he saw him rushing out of his confines, blades in hand "We cleared out everything in the area, the Contract was supposed to be a fluke..."	Name: Ferghus of Haakland Age: 117 (Appears as though he is 40) With a stature of 5 foot and 8 inches, the weathered Ferghus stands shorter and more nimble footed compared to his witcher peers who often focuses more on brute strength and sheer tenacity. With an athletic build that rivals the infamous Cat School, blood-slit witcher eyes and his famous Haakian curved blades; no movement is uncalculated in the eyes of this monster hunter. Race: Witcher School: Wolf Bio: In Progress Personality: Serviceable is a word most people would use to describe Ferghus. It's the kind of attitude that's there to get the job done and move on to the next hunt. He has a tendency to keep other's matters outside of his sights unless it was their life that was on the edge of his katana. Other than that-- he possesses a laissez faire demeanour. Weapons: A pair of steel and silver katanas adorning his left waist. A tanto blade is also often seen when gathering trophies of his kills. Rilden of Redania Fellow Wolf. Scilla of the Dancing Blades "During a short trip to Skellige, Ferghus met with a woman known as Scilla aboard a galleon and spent the time together with a few drinks-- until they become notable friends. Scilla and Ferghus travelled together for a time with a common goal of refining their best tools of the trade; blades." Elanil the Silent "Ferghus' far-reaching travels brought him to many parties and social gatherings of note. One in particular was during a series of strange events when he undertook a Doppler Contract in Novigrad. The local ruler held a lavish party and invited many entertainers to come and entertain guests. When midnight passed, Ferghus was allured by a particular raven female dancer who performed a hypnotising performance." Koldar, Bear School Witcher "As Ferghus continued to undertake Haakland's harrowed woes, he would often find several contracts already fulfilled by another witcher who was around the area prior. Gossips of an eerie wraith with a fearsome flickering flail became common rabble and scare stories of many taverns which permeated villages where the contracts had been completed." Yuna, Manticore School Witcher "Sometimes the people that he encountered in the Continent are far more interesting than the contracts Ferghus undertakes. Such was the case of a particular female individual whom he witnessed picking herself a monster contract on the notice boards despite of her blindness. What thickened the atmosphere further was when she had realised she was being watched-- a quick dart that Ferghus felt when the eyes behind the cloth had locked on to his." Other: Waterstone kit, alchemical supplies to craft Witcher Potions.
1,291	26	2	1,991	4,771	A rider was slowly moving down the road, her pretty great horse carrying her and a big wolf behind herself without any difficulty. The woman wore clothes made out of cotton, linen and furs. Her fur coat currently completely buttoned up, only from a small opening could the linen shirt underneath could be seen. Down across her stomach over her coat she wore a corset of sorts that kept the fur coat nicely closed and tight, while also providing decent protection for her stomach in the form of tempered and layered leather. She also wore a set of pants made out of fur and linen also. Finally to complete her image, she had very high leather boots, tightened above and under her knee with straps. Effectively making it so water would hardly enter them. The very last detail was a strange belts tied to some small steel chains to her corset. It was a log leather strip with steel and silver round plates across it on even intervals, adorned with the moon cycles. On her forehead could be seen a braided band of leather strips. Her long raven hair softly flowed behind herself almost like a black silken cape and from underneath said cape only the metal on two handles of swords shone. The handles were curved and adorned with some kind of red wood. Aside the curious swords she carried, this woman appeared to be hailing from Skellige. The woman threw a glance behind herself where she had strapped the dead wolf to the saddle. It was truly a great beast with beautiful gray fur. It's pack had made the mistake of attacking her 2 days back and she had taken it as a trophy. The wolf was clearly dead, from a great slash across it's neck. She had even wrapped the wound with cloth so it's blood doesn't dirty her horse and the rest of it's fur. From what she knew, there was a village not far from where she now stood... maybe half an hour slow ride until there. The wolf was starting to smell a little so she had no other choice, but go there. They should have leather workers or hunters to skin this beast. She liked it's fur and frankly it would make a fine set of new gloves at the very least, but she had other plans for the beautiful gray fur of this one. She was decent at sewing, but not so great at skinning thus she wanted a trained person to do it. She had heard the rumors of a Sylvan praying on this village, but frankly wasn't as convinced. AS far as she was concerned, she was just here to get the wolf skinned and it's pelt prepared. Suddenly as she heard a distant scream coming from the village up ahead, her horse stopped in it's tracks, shacking head in disapproval and stopping in place. “Eeasy... easy, Aslan.” The woman stated, caressing the horse's head.” When were you ever afraid from some screams?” She added, calming the horse down until it started to move again.” Let's go see if they have someone to take care of my wolf problem. Eitherway you get to not carry that heavy as hell wolf anymore once we arrive.” The rider whispered to the horse that finally calmed enough to move again. ' Maybe it's the bad grass and he feels restless. I should buy him some proper feed if they have at the village.' She thought, once more riding with confidence forward.	Name: Scilla of the Dancing Blades. Age: 132 looks around 25 Appearance: Scilla stands at 5'8'' feet tall with very long black hair, fair skin and piercing gray eyes. Like all women of her vocation, she's very beautiful, but at the same time currently her body appears a lot better trained than all her colleagues. Her muscles are well defined, but not invasive to the eye and it's clear she's no pushover when it comes to physical activity. Race: Human sorceress School: N/A Bio: Scilla was born sometime before the great purge that nearly turned her kind and the witchers all but extinct. In fact she was just a young sorceress when it happened. She was just traveling with her direct mentor when they were jumped on by a great number of soldiers. Everything happened so fast that even to this day she is not completely sure how it all transpired. One moment they were simply riding a carriage down a road and the next a rain of arrows struck the vehicle. The carriage driver and the horses died right away, she and her mentor survived because of a shield he put. The following was a rather quick battle as a great number of soldiers died to magical fires and lightning, but her mentor also took an arrow to the back. Not wanting to die like a common mutt, Scilla was forced to defend herself, but she was considerably weaker than her mentor at the time. Still in that desperation, she reached into her mind and pulled a way of using magic that no one had taught her. By instinct, using her ability to manipulate objects and energy, she grabbed a great number of the scattered arrows, swords, axes and shields, anything that could be thrown and using her magic turned the hail of death onto the soldiers. First by a handful then by the dozens, as the weapons were hurled with ever so greater speed. She was mostly lucky that those were rather common troops, but non the less she managed to escape while the majority of the soldiers were trying to close their wounds from the randomly hurled sharp metal objects at them... at least those who survived it. After that event, Scilla fled the continent and headed north towards Skellige. The islands were a great place to lay low from the massive witch hunt that was happening, especially since she dressed like a commoner and eventually joined a ship's crew. She spend the following 50 years on ships, before disembarking back on the continent. By now she had mastered sword fighting to a certain degree and in secret she had also advanced another skill she discovered when she escaped the purge. The precise and exact manipulation of energy, which allowed her to control objects and fight with them. Over the next 50 or so years she spend the time traveling, mostly spending her time as witchers would do, despite her not being one. The time with at Skellige taught her to appreciate great alcohol and all chaos that came with it. Eventually she was dubbed The Dancing Blades by a bard from a caravan she happened by complete chance to safe from some rampaging nekkers. In general she did prefer to not use her additional blades though, keeping a low profile and being confused with one of the many warrior women out there suits her just fine... When the Second Conjuring happened it came as only a very vague surprise. So was the massive hunt down for witchers and sorcerers that followed in the desperate attempt by the Grand King to safe his skin by throwing those they deemed evil and unnatural at their enemies. Well for now at least they have not yet realized what she was, so she kept quiet for the moment, simply spending her time, planning a next move. Wondering which would be more beneficial... the death of the new monsters or the death of the...Grand King. Personality: Mostly calm, Scilla is a very level headed individual who would rarely explode in bursts of rage, but once she does, her wrath could be stated to be legendary. She's has incredibly good memory for people who wronged her in some way and eventually she will always deliver her vengeance down the line. Besides that she's someone who loves nature in almost all of it's forms. One of her most favorite things to do is lay down on a sunny beach, enjoying the sun. Weapons: 2x Curved steel swords 4x Steel straight narrow blades Leather bundle wrap for the blades Family/relationships?: Ferghus of Haakland - Scilla met him a good half a centure ago now while she was still in Skellige. They happened to share a ship and got to talking, then drinking and finally traveling together for a while. She came to consider him a friend, during their journey to forge great weapons for themselves. Other: Immense hatred for The Grand King .
1,292	26	3	1,649	1,452	Near the outskirts of the village - a merchant' caravan was slowly arriving at the small village, carrying various goods to sell. Being pulled along by a strong and healthy black horse, bred for endurance and pulling heavy loads. The finely dressed merchant was holding the horses reins, guiding it towards the village. In the back sat a burly guard, whom was busy cleaning his poleaxe - while dropping looks at the woman sitting next to him. They had picked up the hooded gray-haired woman, about six days ago - namely she was asking them for a ride to nearby village near Vizima. Soon enough, when she was picked up - did they notice, her eyes were covered in several linen bandages, likely making her blind. Yet somehow, she was very adept at using her other senses - as she caught his hand, when he tried to grope her a few times. Namely having her senses better tuned than most other humans - and having been a soldier, before she lost her sight. Despite her odd 'abilities', she seemed rather meek and sociable at that - always eager to talk and discuss, about the current politics of kings, the new monsters popping up, or the usual best locations for a good drink. She was a good distraction - namely cause on the road, you either had to deal with boredom or the occasional bandit - rarely a few of the monsters, in which those cases ended with a very quick and bumpy ride away from said monster. He didn't think much about that - namely whenever a woman came along long trips, there was always bound for a certain tension to develop. She was nice and average on the eyes - but a woman was a woman. As both of them got to know, about two days ago - during a longer stop near some mountains, when the boss was asleep and he had a bit of some vodka he brought on the road. A rough bump, however soon brought him out of his daydreaming - signaling their arrival into the village. He jumped down and helped the former maiden down from the caravan. No need to have her, trip and brake something on that pretty face of her. "Mmm, thank you for the assistance," she spoke, giving him a warm smile. "Anythin' fer a lady," he replied, kissing her hand. "Nee' any 'elp?" "No need...I will find my way," she replied, soon disappearing into the village. --- Yuna soon took a deep breathe, rotating her neck to get the kinks out of it. Sleeping in a merchant' caravan for five days, left one' body sore - no matter how inhuman they were, the old pain of bed-ache still haunted them. The trip had been a rather bumpy one - namely cause the one they took, didn't have well-paved roads and mostly was all rocky or muddy. The caravan guard had been rather...well, handsome on the eyes - if as gropy and pervy as most men of his age. But his performance wasn't lacking atleast. She giggled at the thought, as she soon pulled on her hood and started walking through the village. Having slipped into her traveller persona, keeping her face hidden underneath the hood. With the night' darkness, it was much easier to hide it - namely cause many a person, would likely come and ask, if she was lost. Namely her initial appearance would make most people think - that she was blind. The numerous cloth bandages covering her eyes, made many commoner think she was wounded, lost or...vunerable. The truth was, she coul easily see through them - a simple enchantment, gotten from a mage, whom had visited her School many years ago. Namely she had been taught in the Manticore School - which many assumed was as average as the other handful of Witcher schools in the world. In some ways it was true, they taught people like her to fight monsters, track them and prepare special potions to counter them. But they were taught to approach the subject in a different fashion. Out East - they were taught to utilize more of the beasts they slew; since if they were taught many ways to kill them, why not teach how to make use of the kills. Hunting such creatures themselves was an experience - why go after the money, if you weren't planning to save it, and used it to hunt more monsters later. It was a dead circle - one filled with nothing, but dead beast and disgruntled villagers. Manticores were taught also to be more self-sufficient - namely cause not every town or village would be happy to have Witchers over. In addition, those that did have monster issues and were looking for people to help them, weren't always the most able to pay the coin. If there was one thing, that the Manticores were different from the others - is that they could understand. Namely, they were more 'street-smart' - having prestige or a 'reputation' was bad for their line-of-work. Since people remembred the bad more than the good - and in their work, it was better that people knew less about them. A willingness to hire help, didn't always translate to an ableness to pay - she had encountered many villagers whom couldn't pay the bounty. Unlike others, whom would demand coin - she was more willing to work around it - food, shelter, transportation even a good tavern song, suited her. Since, their pay and work was ultimately in the hands of regular men. Not many of them could afford, to travel the world and slay for a living. It also helped overall, when one left the village with a better mood - than the one they had before her arrival. Their teaching also reflected upon Yuna - as she wore something of a sellsword appearance. A steel sword at her hip, and a hood drawn over head - not the appearance of a Witcher, whom carried an aura of fear and cold to them. Her tools were hidden, her varius bombs attached to her belt and unseen - several knives of silver and steel make, poisoned a few were hidden at her ankles and inside sleeves. While the silver blade, a telltale give-away was a short-blade of her and kept inside her coat. Dressing like a cold mercenary prompted people to treat you as one - as Yuna had learned over the years. Instead it was better to approach them from a position of aid or of meekness. After all - whom would suspect, the blind mercenary girl walking down the streets to be a Witcheress? In cases, that she did explain her job description - the lack of cat eyes, put some humans at ease. If she looked human, then she was likely human in their eyes. Her thoughts, were soon interrupted when she heard a scream - her senses being tuned as they were, while over the years - her hearing had become much better too. As she soon turned and started in a half-jog to head over to the location. Not too fast, and not too slowly - always better to blend in than to stick out; as many other villagers likely would also go to check out the location of the scream.	Name: Foltest Voson Age: 17 Race: Human School: Training to join the Witcher School of the Wolf. Bio: Born in the village of Midcopse, Foltest was the son of a man that descended from a long line of Temerian mercenaries and a mother who hailed from a now deserted village. Their parents had met as star-crossed lovers, initially forbidden to romance, since Foltest's mother was the daughter of the ealdorman. When her village was destroyed, she fled to Midcopse with the help of Foltest's father. With the threat of the ealdorman gone, fate entwined Foltest's parents together. The Second Collision was a grim and bleak time, so Foltest's father decided to prepare his young son for the horrors that were to come, fearing a possible incursion from monsters into Midcopse itself despite its relative obscurity. A soldier by birth, the elder Voson was keen on teaching his son the craft, a craft that Foltest relished in. It took quite a while, sure, but for the next eight years, life seemed to continue in its normality. The agitation that gripped the Voson family and the rest of Midcopse eased, and Foltest became an avid hunter, sometimes skirting the outskirts in search for easy prey. But, hunting could have its dangers, and on one particular day, such a danger came. At thirteen summers and almost a man now, Foltest had decided to venture further into the woods, curiosity piquing his interest. Ignoring his father's stern warning of not going any deeper than he did, Foltest's boyish curiosity almost saw him mauled by a bear! Having spotted the black creature in the midst of dusk, Foltest's had overestimated the durability of the great bear, thinking that two arrows to the head would do the trick. And, while it certainly would have felled the majestic creature, Foltest's anxiety got the better of him, only piercing the bear's hardened back. With a mighty roar of cold-blooded rage, the bear was Foltest's prey no longer. Foltest surely would have been mincemeat, had the timely intervention of a witcher not saved him. Coming from out of nowhere, things were a blur for the young hunter, who, despite being knocked down and dazed, witnessed the sheer power of the mutant's abilities. He'd heard of witchers before, but only of their callous attitude and emotionless stares. When the unknown witcher offered Foltest a hand to lift him up, Foltest was wary at first, thinking that the witcher was going to feed on him. Contrary to popular rumours, the surprisingly altruistic witcher did not. Instead, the witcher mended his bruises and quietly sent him back to the village. He didn't dare tell the rest of the village, clearly aware of what the presence of a such a figure would incite in them. The incident left a profound mark on the young Foltest, who would never forget the witcher's cat-like eyes..or the medallion of a wolf that he wore around his thick neck...It was his first experience with a mutant. At the tender age of fourteen, would Foltest become the only male relative of the Voson household, and burdened with the task of caring for his newborn sister, Effy, and his mother who had fallen sick in the aftermath of her pregnancy. With his father's death, all the innocence that made Foltest enjoy the simple life he had, was lost to the claws of the beasts that roamed the night. From thereon, Foltest became a different man. Stern, cynical and bitter about the tragic circumstances that he was forced in, Foltest dreaded every second of his new surroundings. Food became like ash to him, and most of what he caught were given to mother and sister. And, since there wasn't enough to eat as a result of the wars, the Voson family suffered hardship, only persevering when Foltest started selling the furs of his kills as well. It was still a harsh life, but they managed to survive their mundane existence. An existence that Foltest decided to finally change for the best when he heard that the King announced hefty rewards for those brave enough to stand against the invading darkness of the Second Collision. Realizing that he didn't have the necessary skills to hunt monsters, Foltest sought out the mutant that saved him in the past and volunteered to be trained in the ways of the School of the Wolf so Rilden could restore their ranks, and in exchange, a good sum of coins would be delivered to his family in Midcopse.... Personality: Having lost his father at a young age of 14, Foltest was forced to mature at a very young age. At a time where food was scarce and families went hungry, Foltest adopted a very cynical take on life. Whereas most of Midcopse's peasants fretted over the dangers, and feared the woods, Foltest hated the sanctity of where he was born, but having a sick mother and little sister to provide for, family always came first for the boy. Almost devoid of any support, Foltest's bears a strong sense of drive, independence and survivalism. Yet, for the maturity that he developed early on, he is also very prone to taking risks, especially when hunting. A reckless soul, as the villagers would label him as such. In short: Caring towards those he cares about, brave, reckless and a survivalist. Despises his mundane lifestyle, and is wary around individuals he is unfamiliar with. Weapons: optional Family/relationships?: Roland Volen(Father/Deceased) Elena Volen nee Burst(Mother) Effy Volen(Sister) Rilden of Redania(Teacher/'Father') Other: As a Witcher-in-Training, Foltest realizes that when he takes the Trial of the Grasses, he could very well not survive the process. For that occasion, he makes sure to prepare an efficient amount of money to cover for his sister and mother in the case that he is perished.
1,293	26	4	800	3,846	In the tavern he sat, a corner booth in the far end of the place near the kitchen door. He eyed up the patrons from within. Currently, two of his clients and two of his targets were side by side, each wanting the other dead. It was something about a feud relating to land and missing cattle, to which he cared for neither. He was to be simply a means to an end. He told each one to meet the other in the tavern, claim to the other that one wishes to end the feud with a drink and a fresh start. The poor sods. Too stupid to realize that they would end each other off by the same poison given to them by the same witcher. Behind the mask he couldn't help but smirk as he watched them both clank the mugs together and took a sip of the tainted liquid. As they did he stood up and made his way over to them and reached into the one's pocket for his coin. "Oi wadderya do-do....du" "Did is fer mah lahnd and cahttle yew stole from meh...wait a tick...I dun feel so well." "This one said payment is to be half up front, half when the job is completed. A man does not remember nor shall he again." The other soon begun to feel the poison take effect and shortly collapsed onto the ground, spilling the rest of the drink. Distant eyes met his lifeless ones as the client/target's last breath was drawn. With the contracts completed he left the tavern, only becoming a moment in its ever growing history.	Samuael of Grimoire, The Phantom of Grimoire Age: Has lost count but believes to be around 127 (looks to be in his mid to late twenties) Appearance: He stands around 6'2" with a very well defined physique. Underneath his armor and mask, scars are brushed across his body like a violent canvas, each one with a story to tell. His hair is long and white as so with most witchers but still has a slight highlight of black near his forehead. He has deep golden cat eyes that are steeled to age and experience. He has never removed his mask since he has put it on unless in the privacy of his own room. Race: Witcher School: Cat Bio: To be explained through the RP Personality: Sort of detached from society, he finds humans to be fascinating little creatures even though he was one himself. He prefers to remain silent and be a listener rather than a speaker as interactions with the regular crowd seem to put him off a bit as he has become somewhat apathetic towards them, seeing as they are more coin than anything else. One thing to particularly note is his like of proper nouns, preferring the pronoun game by saying "his", "her", "a man" or "a woman" when speaking about himself or anyone else. It isn't too difficult however to figure out when he is being serious as he then moves into the third person communication. Only when he is angered does he turn to first person speak though this is very hard to do. He comes off as blunt and dangerously so, to his own physical health as he does not filter what he says. On the battlefield he is cold, cunning and analytical. Leaning towards quick and easy tactics that are precise and effortless while providing the most efficient outcome but even then he still has his faults. He prefers to work alone but has gotten use to the idea of group effort, although agitation tends to raise inside himself as stupid moves are made by others, sometimes causing him to blatantly knock them out so they can stay out of his way. Weapons: 1x Two handed Silver/steel Damascus blade 1x Single hand Silver/steel short sword 2x Silver daggers forged with poisons running across the blade. 1x Bow made of dense rare wood and strung together with a mix of fibers and hairs to create a tough and durable bowstring. 1x quill of silver dipped arrows (roughly 25 arrows) 1x Witcher's kit Family/relationships?: (To be discussed with others) Other: Has a pet Raven named Dahlia,
1,294	26	5	1,442	1,854	Valter strolled through the streets of Vizima quite casually, despite being surrounded by so many humans who would have his head if they had the means, had they known his true nature. This, of course, they did not. Not even a Witcher's pendant would give him away, such was the nature of his species. As it was, he walked as a mortal in appearance, though his clothing was closer to that of the Nilfgaardian Nobility than the peasantry which surrounded him. The blood in the throngs that pressed against him and around him seemed almost to beat communally, as if the city's populace was all one massive goblet running over with his sanguine tempter. Luckily for him (and perhaps more so for the civilians around him) Valter had gorged himself in the palace dungeons the previous night, forcing his bestial urges down with copious blood from the murderers and rapists of the city. At the moment, the thought of a draft of blood made him slightly queasy. And so, he moved toward the meeting spot described in the notice for a Witcher. He of course, was not a Witcher, but the notice reeked of foul play. Firstly, if there had been a spell-slinging Sylvan in his territory, he'd almost certainly have known. Valter made it a point to introduce himself (a polite way of saying threaten) to any creatures who entered his territory which may disrupt the delicate balance of his ecosystem. That was not the only trouble he had found with the situation, either. He had noticed at least two Witchers in the city, very likely here pursuing the same contract that he was investigating. Valter felt as if a greater force was at work here, and couldn't help but consider the implications of such things in relation to the recent Second Conjunction Of The Spheres. Was this a trap? After the Legendary Geralt of Rivia's various successes against Eredin and his cronies, most non-human creatures had held a newfound respect and fear of Witchers. So, was it possible that some intelligent non-human creature had set all of this up, in an effort to make the Witchers in the area show themselves? Valter smirked. Of course it was possible. He had just thought of it, so certainly some more malicious entity could do the same. His musings were interrupted abruptly by a distinctly feminine scream. He turned in the direction of the scream, his supernatural inhuman senses all focusing in that direction. The throngs of people around him began to rush pointedly in the direction opposite the noise, but not Valter. With so much going on in the city at the moment, he couldn't risk something of import unfolding without knowing what was happening. He began to move against the crowd, toward the scream, which would have been difficult if he wasn't subtly using his supernatural strength to force his way.	Name Valter Everard Von Drechen Aliases Val, The Sanguine Scholar Age 375 Race Higher Vampire History As with many of his species, Valter's life has been long and storied. His driving goal, however, has always been the study of his species, their origins and their mysteries. This quest has lead him to many strange places, and to many interesting individuals. He has become somewhat infamous among his Vampiric kin for his brazen lack of regard for vampiric hierarchy when it comes to the availability of knowledge, particularly regarding the vampiric races. When he's not pursuing a lead regarding such ancient knowledge, he usually haunts the Northern Realms and the northern tip of the Nilgaardian Empire, occasionally sating his habit with the blood of the local peasantry's undesirables. Personality Valter is a polite, erudite being, though he can sometimes come off as rather haughty and superior. This is never his intent, however, and he often attempts to rectify such miscommunications, though frequently to no avail. His vampiric nature is quite expertly concealed, though on occasion he has been known to strut about blood-drunk and belligerent, abusing his power and preying on the innocent. The addiction to blood is a difficult beast to master, and Valter is still relatively young for a vampire, and so has less control over his thirst than the more ancient of his kin. He has developed a code of conduct to cope with this. That is, he tends to raid dungeons, prisons, and stockades to sate his thirst. By feeding only on the "evildoer," Valter keeps his conscience relatively clear, whilst also keeping his bloodthirsty nature in check, and avoiding the ire of local populations. Abilities Superhuman strength, speed, and agility beyond that of any mortal, save perhaps a very skilled Witcher. He always has access to these abilities, yet when he takes his bestial true form, they increase exponentially. Invisibility. Though he cannot mask his scent by any magical means, he can obfuscate from view, chamelionizing into his surroundings. This is not a perfect invisibility, however, and Valter has little talent for it, often making too much noise to avoid suspicion, or faltering in his concentration, thus losing the effect. As such, he tends not to rely on this power. Levitation. Exactly as it sounds, Valter has the gift of slow, graceful levitation in human form. (Note, this is not full-blown flight, though some higher vampires can achieve this. Valter cannot fly swiftly, trasnformed or not. His levitation is however, a very convenient means of silent traversal. Transformation. Valter can assume his more bestial true form at will, though he rarely does this save when need is dire, as he does not enjoy the ghastly appearance. Valter can partially-transform as it suits him, giving him access to his bestial claws when in human form, etc. This too, he disdains, however, as he sees his natural weapons as a bit gruesome and inelegant. He will often rely simply on his strength and speed to overwhelm an enemy in martial combat, without bringing his transformation to bear in any capacity. Functional Immortality. Higher Vampires are as close to immortal as it gets. They are extremely difficult to dispatch, able to withstand losing limbs and more. Should one manage to slay a Higher Vampire, there's no guarantee the creature will remain dead, as a Higher Vampire given enough time can regenerate nearly any wound, including the severing of the creature's head. Weaknesses Though ordinary fire is effective against lesser vampires, Higher Vampires like Valter are essentially immune to mundane temperature increases or decreases. However, sorcerous fire produced by mages (or the Igni sign used by Witchers) is highly effective, often more effective than it would be against a human being. Vampire Blade Oils employed by Witchers are quite potent against higher vampires, provided the Witcher is swift and accurate enough to land a blow. Black Blood Potion can be ingested if one knows they are about to be fed on by a Vampire. The potion works as a targeted poison for the vampire, and will deal them great harm, potentially leading to loss of consciousness or even temporary death. Family/relationships? Have some things in mind here, will get to it soon.
1,295	26	6	1,991	4,771	'Hmmm... this is curious.' The skellige warrior woman thought as she was slowly approaching the village. The scream was only single thing since she heard it, no other signs of chaos happened at least so far. Maybe they saw something scary like a … witcher? It wouldn't surprise her. There is a bounty on a bloody Sylvan after all. She'd better keep aside from any witchers that happen to be around, they could most certainly detect her magic with those amulets of theirs. She didn't want to be dragged into anything troublesome at the moment. Still most witchers she met so far didn't want to also cause themselves problems with tangling with her. A memory suddenly rushed into her mind as she was directing her horse with great care... ~~~~ “Lady Scilla, don't be like that! If you leave now, I will be out of business by the end of the week! It will bankrupt me!” A rugged old man shouted while the woman was just about to leave his shop. The man had always tried to stay on the woman's good side. She regularly came to his leatherworks to order clothing and so many things he had no idea what she needed them for. This time she had come to request a set of most intricate leather boots. The warrior had even supplied best quality leathers, furs, gold, silver, ivory and a number of other supplies such as snake skin. He was a great artisan, but his shop was a small one and the price on all components was more gold than he had or made for a month. He figured she must be a woman of stature to order such things and this was his chance to impress her and her friends, maybe get more people to visit him. For his worst fears when he left the workshop for just a little while for a work issue, someone looking like him had arrived and his dumb apprentice had allowed him to take all the materials for the woman's boots. Now he found himself in debt as he was forced to pay the woman for the loss. If she left now like that he was done for, he'd never recover from this financial blow. “ Please, wait for just 3 more days, I will find the thief and return the materials! Will even craft the boots for half the monetary price!” The man stated, his apprentice still cowering at the corner. Scilla's reaction whe she flipped a table in anger when she learned had affected him hard. “From the things I've heard of your apprentice... You have work with some kind of doppler.” The woman replied turning towards the craftsman.” You need a witcher for this job... lucky for you I hear one arrived in town just earlier this morning. My ship's going to stay for 4 days. You have until then to sort this out... If by the dawn of day four the materials aren't found, I'm leaving with this money. Hire the witcher, if he wants to be paid in advance, direct him to my tavern...” She replied leaving the workshop. “Gods... how stupid can you be! Why would I want to take the materials and leave!?” Scilla heard the craftsman shout to his apprentice after she left the atelier. Later that night was one of the best she had had for a long years to come... ~~~~ She was torn away from her memory as a crow made an ugly sound from a nearby tree. She was getting close to the village. She was curious what caused the scream from earlier, but frankly she also wished it was just someone startling a helpless damsel and she screaming her lungs before calming down. She didn't wish any monster troubles today. A nice bottle of wine would be great though...	Name: Scilla of the Dancing Blades. Age: 132 looks around 25 Appearance: Scilla stands at 5'8'' feet tall with very long black hair, fair skin and piercing gray eyes. Like all women of her vocation, she's very beautiful, but at the same time currently her body appears a lot better trained than all her colleagues. Her muscles are well defined, but not invasive to the eye and it's clear she's no pushover when it comes to physical activity. Race: Human sorceress School: N/A Bio: Scilla was born sometime before the great purge that nearly turned her kind and the witchers all but extinct. In fact she was just a young sorceress when it happened. She was just traveling with her direct mentor when they were jumped on by a great number of soldiers. Everything happened so fast that even to this day she is not completely sure how it all transpired. One moment they were simply riding a carriage down a road and the next a rain of arrows struck the vehicle. The carriage driver and the horses died right away, she and her mentor survived because of a shield he put. The following was a rather quick battle as a great number of soldiers died to magical fires and lightning, but her mentor also took an arrow to the back. Not wanting to die like a common mutt, Scilla was forced to defend herself, but she was considerably weaker than her mentor at the time. Still in that desperation, she reached into her mind and pulled a way of using magic that no one had taught her. By instinct, using her ability to manipulate objects and energy, she grabbed a great number of the scattered arrows, swords, axes and shields, anything that could be thrown and using her magic turned the hail of death onto the soldiers. First by a handful then by the dozens, as the weapons were hurled with ever so greater speed. She was mostly lucky that those were rather common troops, but non the less she managed to escape while the majority of the soldiers were trying to close their wounds from the randomly hurled sharp metal objects at them... at least those who survived it. After that event, Scilla fled the continent and headed north towards Skellige. The islands were a great place to lay low from the massive witch hunt that was happening, especially since she dressed like a commoner and eventually joined a ship's crew. She spend the following 50 years on ships, before disembarking back on the continent. By now she had mastered sword fighting to a certain degree and in secret she had also advanced another skill she discovered when she escaped the purge. The precise and exact manipulation of energy, which allowed her to control objects and fight with them. Over the next 50 or so years she spend the time traveling, mostly spending her time as witchers would do, despite her not being one. The time with at Skellige taught her to appreciate great alcohol and all chaos that came with it. Eventually she was dubbed The Dancing Blades by a bard from a caravan she happened by complete chance to safe from some rampaging nekkers. In general she did prefer to not use her additional blades though, keeping a low profile and being confused with one of the many warrior women out there suits her just fine... When the Second Conjuring happened it came as only a very vague surprise. So was the massive hunt down for witchers and sorcerers that followed in the desperate attempt by the Grand King to safe his skin by throwing those they deemed evil and unnatural at their enemies. Well for now at least they have not yet realized what she was, so she kept quiet for the moment, simply spending her time, planning a next move. Wondering which would be more beneficial... the death of the new monsters or the death of the...Grand King. Personality: Mostly calm, Scilla is a very level headed individual who would rarely explode in bursts of rage, but once she does, her wrath could be stated to be legendary. She's has incredibly good memory for people who wronged her in some way and eventually she will always deliver her vengeance down the line. Besides that she's someone who loves nature in almost all of it's forms. One of her most favorite things to do is lay down on a sunny beach, enjoying the sun. Weapons: 2x Curved steel swords 4x Steel straight narrow blades Leather bundle wrap for the blades Family/relationships?: Ferghus of Haakland - Scilla met him a good half a centure ago now while she was still in Skellige. They happened to share a ship and got to talking, then drinking and finally traveling together for a while. She came to consider him a friend, during their journey to forge great weapons for themselves. Other: Immense hatred for The Grand King .
1,296	26	7	1,492	1,121	(In collaboration with & ) The wind was nipping in the chill of the night and all was silent along the game trail. It was a thin trail with soft prints splattered across the ground running to and fro, and speckles of blood dotted it's edges like the soft pattering of a paintbrush from a bushy haired man. It was a peaceful night however as the moon was still new to the sky, the light was dim but growing gently with each passing hour. It was through this time that a fair few things had transpired and were working beneath the scenes of the world. Howling and growling were muttering and clattering against the night, below the tree line this nose arose and yet it was instantly silenced. The world had been made quiet again, the sounds were fierce in their own right and now they were cold and silent. The nose to any ear of familiar trade would recognize the howls of wolves without mistake, but the real mystery is what silenced them all instantly. It was eerie to hear the howling of wolves, but to hear one be cut off without any noise at all.. was far more eerie. This was what Koldar had heard, and it put him on alert almost as quick as the howls were silenced. Few things could quiet a wolf without a fight and fewer things could silence a pack entirely. However this almost begged a notion from Koldar's mind, for those howls were wolves, but how many wolves were in the area..because Koldar was already carrying three of the larger wolves in the area. They were genuine alpha material, stout fast, and powerful hunters, the wolves hadn't gone down without a fight. Koldar had hoped to kill them like a true hunter with his Crossbow, but after the first one went down with a bolt in it's head, the others weren't keen on the same treatment so they quickly closed the distance. However they took less of his axe before going down than they would have if they went against the Crossbow. This is why Koldar was out though, he had arrived just the day before and he had went out on a hunt. It was for him, his mind, and his relations with the townsfolk. A man who can provide food and safety, even as a Witcher, can still be seen as less of a monster. That is why Koldar always hunted food for the town he stayed in, he hunted meat and hide and he always gave back to those who housed him. The night continued on much like any other night, the animals of the night roamed and others bedded down, all things either scurried or romped as the moon dragged across the sky like a silver Medallion. The world seemed peaceful in this small corner of the world, as it should be, as all of creation should be, but alas soon came the rise of the morning sun and with it came a new day. Normal people would not think of much of the Morning Sun, however to a man like Koldar the Morning Sun and the Rising Moon are everything. Koldar was present in the Tavern the next morning, it was here that he found himself most outside of his work and his personal interests, and it was here that he also enjoyed the nature of life. He was taller than all those around him and certainly bulkier too. Many made remarks both kind and not and yet Koldar never dropped his smile. His right hand held a mug fit for a giant and yet it seemed to empty out quicker than any glass. In his left hand was nothing but to the trained eye one could see that the supposedly empty hand was holding something, it was holding him back. His left hand was clenched in a fist, for the town was no Vizima, but it was still Temerian and the racism Koldar heard about the back corners of the tavern were beginning to grate on his patience. While he wasn't one for holding back he was certain going off on townsfolk before work would always be the worst choice. This made him swallow the worst flavor in the bar.. his pride and with his pride came the distasteful nature of having to find something else to occupy his time. --- Cenkos kept her place atop the trees, munching on some piece of meat absentmindedly. She had already been briefed on how the situation would have to go down, but things were really out of proportion when she first got to the town. The original plan was to hope for some Witcher or Sorcerer to be out of the water regarding the town, as for him to belive that a Sylvan was around, and then try and convince them to join the effort, just to go look elswhere when they had one or two around. Not counting the other Witcher who was in charge of the whole thing and his apprentice or something like that, they had other four interesting people that came around town for this thing. Four. That was three more than they were expecting. She had no idea what was the plan regarding the situation now, and she had only arived yesterday, so she decided to play spy. The town was almost like any other town that she had seen for the moment, with its usual people doing usual stuff and being unnaturally boring. But she also wasn't paying that much attention to anything in particular, she was just looking at the town in general to see if anything weird came around. Weird in deed came around, as she could see every day. Yesterday alone she had seen that apprentice or something boy and the Witcher chief of operations strolling throught the outskirts of town and carrying some slain monster or another, a couple of other Witchers she had been able to spot, besides a Vampire that had come in the dead of night. The day that was winding down was more of the same, the people were going about as usual, minding their own buissineses, the boy and the chief kept to their training, the vampire came strolling towards the notice of the Sylvan, there were only two things worth a mention: the arrival of a caravan, a caravan carrying a blind mercenary, who didn't look in the slightest suspicious and who had Cenkos' full attention for the moment; and the arrival of yet another Witcher, carrying no less than three wolves behind him. Those two were surprises. That was, at least, until she heard a piercing scream in the middle of the day, right to her right. She turned just in time to see a panicking girl, trembling under the gaze of a Barghest hound. That was something that she was not prepared for, as she leapt from her branch and unsheathed her silver, preparing to strike the foe in the middle of its neck. She came right in time, as she saw the monster drawing itself back and the girl cowering behind her flimsy arms, trying to get some amount of cover. Cenkos landed right besides the monster, plunging her sword at the base of the fiend's neck. The corpse burst into flames as the victim opened her eyes and breathed irregularly. Go back to town! Cenkos had her back turned to the forest, but heard a growl and immediately turned with her right arm up, and another Barghest charged right into it. It bit down on her arm, but luckily she had the right amount of armor as to just be injured and keeping her arm. From her knelt position, she laid on her back and kicked at the beast, sending it reeling back a little ways. But even as she stood up, she heard another low growl from the forest, and knew things were taking a turn for the worst. She saw that it really wasn't one Barghest, the things always traveled in packs, and this ones were no different, being three right there, one already gone and the other two looking at their new prey. --- In all her years of travelling, Elanil found that small villages had taverns that were almost as busy as the ones that appeared in some towns. At first it was a surprise, but it soon became something she took into stride without a second thought. There was no point in wondering about the reasons why, nor was there a point in disbelief. She had been in this town for a few days already and the locals loved her. Or at least, she liked to think that they did. The tavern patrons often greeted her with smiles and sometimes a perverse look from some of the older looking men. Such things didn't bother the young Sorceress, because she knew that she was in no danger. Townsfolk posed no threat to her at all. Even in the morning, the tavern was lively. The travelling bard that showed up in town was a popular one, his music was melodic and well composed. Elanil was seated at one of the tables, enjoying the music, feeling the urge to dance to it. Much to her surprise, one of the tavern regulars called out to her, "C'mon Ela! Let's see a nice jig from ya!" She promptly got up from her seat, a cheerful smile of her face as she approached the bard. A small crowd seemed to gather around the two performers, the patrons giving Elanil a small circle of space around the bard to dance. And dance she did. Her body leapt into action, a series of flowing movements and spins that captivated her small audience, her body moving in sync with the melodic tunes of the bard's voice and lute. At some points, she would flick her hand causing a string on the lute to be plucked gently adding more depth to the song, however such a movement would only be seen as part of the performance. To another sorceress or perhaps a Witcher, the use of magic would be quite apparent. Speaking of Witchers, Elanil had noticed a large presence of them in this one small town. Something that was very out of the ordinary, but she mostly paid no real attention to it. Witchers did their thing, and she did hers. --- Koldar was still pesent in the Tavern before the scream was made, and it was during this grace period that he had found the entertainment of a dancer and a Bard. He watched the pair but his primal eyes were more affixed to the female than the bard. Especially when his meddalion gave off the faintest vibration underneath his belt. He could feel it shimmy every little bit when the woman would flick her wrist to the music. He wasn't one for assumptions but once he noticed the faint blue glow that shone from his belt with every vibration he was cetain. She was a mage, it was a simple as that, red would detect a monster and any Higher Breed monster capable of blending into society can by-pass a Medallion undetected. Despite the Magi and her use Koldar felt no real threat and he quite enjoyed her dancing so he left her to do as she pleased for now. All the while he would watch and drink and occasionally turn to view a new arrival in the tavern. Koldar was enjoying the merriment quite hardily but it did not distract him from his thoughts. The Contract was for a spell-slinging Slyvan, a rarity, and it had already drawn in an unuausal number of witchers. He had noticed their signs when he entered and the various tracks to and from the village. This is where he began to note many things to himself in thought. "There are at least three wolves.. likely a Cat or two.. and myself included being the only Bear.. I have also noticed some interesting prints that head towards Vizima that seem to disappear as if they floated away into the sky. Few things can just disappear, hell even a Bruxae would leave a few subtle prints. Something is going on in this town, and I am beginning to believe less and less that a Sylvan.. a being who adopted humanities most ridiculous vices of laziness and glutton, would go around slinging spells and creating trouble. That would be far too much work for one of them. Someone is certainly not telling the.." His thoughts were immediately disrupted by a loud scream, and it pierced through the noise of the tavern with ease. Koldar reacted instinctively to the sound as the mountain of a man barreled through the tavern crowd and kicked open the tavern door. The door wasn't locked or even latched that tightly and it caused the door to fling open and swing out to the side, it then impacted the wall and flung off the hinges, the sound was a slight burst fo wood as the hinges were forced from the doorframe and it went shuttering to the ground with a loud thud. Koldar cared not for the door or for personal ownership as leaped up and mounted himself atop one of the horses outside the tavern. The horse wasn't his own, and he had no real clue of who it belonged to in the first place, all he knew is that it needed to stride faster as he started to the outskirts of town. Overall it only took him a moment or two before he finally rode up on the scene, a Barghest had initiated another strike on the recoiling female who had already disposed of one and fought the other away. This time however the female Witcher would not have to engage, as Koldar took his flail from his belt with his right hand and he lashed it back as the horse galloped quicker. Once he was in range his flail was slammed into the side of the Barghest and it immediately met the flail with an unholy howl into the day. The sound echoed through village and Koldar dropped from the horse with a shake to the dirt beneath him. His flail shook and fell to his side with Barghest blood dripping from the craftsmenship. The flail wasn't lit however, it was a weapon of silver destruction and he was ready for anything. That was.. until the pair of Barghests untied a howl and the crippled Barghest retreated into the tree-line. Their howl combined formed a call.. a call to their master. It was then that Koldar and Cenkos laid eyes on one of the beings of the second Conjunction.. "Foolish Witchers!" An harrowing voice of cold came from the treeline and was followed by a mighty leap into the air. The shadowed figure they saw rise into the skyline was unholy and monstrous. It came barreling to the ground and landed on it's feet with a ground-shaking force, but it's form was covered with a pair of massive wings. They had small tattered holes in them but they covered the ten foot tall creature with ease, and it wasn't until those large wings were thrust open that Koldar and Cenkos laid eyes on their foe. A FLEDER! The enemy was in fact a fleder.. but it was larger, and it could speak. It showed clear signs of higher intelligence, and it featured wings large enough for flight. These wings sprouted from the spine up near the shoulders and they came out nearly six feet to each side, large, bony, finger-like digits stretched through the wings like a bats, and the wings came down to a tail-like extenstion off the end of the spine. It's grizzly maw ran with blood and it's fangs clicked together as it spoke. It's form lowered and it proved to be a monstrous and as terrifying as it's lesser form, but now it was even more so. It's words struck the Witcher's like blinding arrows, they were not expected and they roused a confused sensation of unknowing. This Fleder.. it was clearly a Higher Vampire. It was something never before seen, and now it hunted in the middle of the day!	Name: Koldar Age: 159 Appearance: Koldar stands roughly six feet and six inches tall and his build is that of a powerful titanic man. He puts many figures to shame, but this was only due to the processes of Mutation he volunteered for at the School of Bear. Koldar's eyes are considered sharper than the average Witcher's, as his Witcher training and mutations were voluntarily more intense and unique to the School of Bear. Race: Human Witcher School: Bear Bio: Coming Soon Personality: Despite the general conception of a Witcher under full training being that of a Cold, silent person, Koldar is nothing of the like. His time and his being have formed something all it's own. He is boisterous and proud, and rarely quiet, but he isn't without his own beliefs and ideals. The School of Bear taught him how to be a Witcher, but he taught himself how to be a Hunter. He believes not only in the Witcher Code, but a code to hunt down Monsters to assure that he is one day sung about in the taverns for his trophies. He enjoys the hunt, and the way it effects a person, and this is why he often feels most peaceful and most himself when trailing his query. Weapons: Koldar of course has his Axe, a uniquely designed war-axe of Witcher Steel. This was his weapon of choice after he broke his Witcher blades during training, and the School Bear saw fit to give the man a weapon worthy of his strength. However he took only a steel Axe, and opted to craft his own tools of the hunt. The first creation was his Silver Lantern Flail. This weapon is a marvel in it's design, as it is both finely crafted and beautiful, but also strong enough to be swung against a mountain by Koldar. This Flail's lantern is also lit with a unique Sign, one that combines the uses of Igni and an unusual sign that hasn't been seen too often. This combination produces a blue flame that doesn't require a fuel source, and it seems to amplify the effects of Silver onto beasts susceptible to it. The Second weapon was a much simpler design, as the weapon is a merely an enlarged Crossbow. The Crossbow of the School of Bear were always larger than Cat's, but this one was made for a man who desired to shoot his query from the sky, and nail them to the ground. This mighty weapon, named "Medvedi Zub" or "Bear's Tooth" is one wielded by Koldar when his prey can fly, or when he knows that he must deal a blow long before the prey knows he is close. He carries both steel and silver bolts for the Crossbow as well, to ensure it can be used against all potential prey. Family/relationships?: Koldar doesn't have much family, his parents are long gone, and the only other person he ever came to know as family was a young huntress, however that story is long and full of moments both close and far from Koldar's heart. Other:
1,297	26	8	2,629	2,920	Ferghus' controlled breaths and light footsteps was drowned by the white noise of an active village at this time of day. Soft whistles of wind and the clattering of branches followed by a sudden draft of cold and unnatural breeze caught the wolf's skin that urged him to follow the path he undertook. It wasn't long until a series od tracks presented itself tattered along the ground like footsteps of army men in battlefield; except the shape of its paws and depth, followed by claws that seemed to scoop the earth as it leapt forward indicated that this was no regular wolves hunting a prey. Among them he too found a single set of small human footsteps-- its intended victim it gave chase to. "A child's in danger." He concluded. He followed the tracks as carefully as he could-- and upon hearing a frightened horse's neigh, a beast's painful whimper and the clashing of metal to flesh... The witcher's series of fingers formed to cast a protective ward around himself known as Quen as he proceeded to investigate the battle that was ensuing. He felt the adrenaline within enveloping his body as his hand reached the saya of his silver katana. "Foolish Witchers!" The voice of a throaty pipe smoker was instilled in the mind of the Witcher. Surprisingly fitting for whatever creature that had gained the ability of speech. Many intelligent beasts had uttered the same two words and suffered the fate that befell them for underestimating a Witcher's abilities. This too applied for 'intelligent beasts' known as witchers. Ferghus remained silent and lightly footed in his approach. Marvels of the Second Conjunction; no doubt. He witnessed before him a large, undead creature with claws that rivalled a gryphon's talons, arms and legs that would even make a werewolf howl in jealousy. Triangular and horned appearance with teeth in dire need of some kind of maintenance and eyes that belonged to an Easterner. He is certain they were stung by bees. Wings adorned this pinkish beast, and it seemed to have learned the ability to take flight with those-- meaning that there was an absolute priority to either sever its wings off or to anchor it to the ground using Yrden. Both were equally difficult tasks thanks to its vampiric nature... They're damn fast. He had never hoped for a vampire amongst villagers... Especially at this time of day where sunlight was aplenty. Normally this would've reduced vampire's ability to fight immensely enough that they retreat, but to have one brave enough to pick a fight with Witchers in daylight? He cursed himself for not preparing Black Blood or Vampire Oil. He was also able to observe for three other individuals. The first was the prey identified to be a little girl, with its hunter dead on the ground slain by a fair-skinned beefy woman and a giant with a silver flail for weapon carefully observing the foe in front of them. "Where have I heard that before?" The witcher thought to himself. "May have found the Wraith of Haakland they keep talkin' about." He had hoped that the fleder was still distracted and took this opportunity to do what Witchers do best; improvise. Ferghus returned into a state of stealth and circled around the party in front of them in order to gain an advantage and perhaps ambush this vampire. He drew his silver katana quietly... And proceeded to carefully manuever himself to a position where he was able to overwhelm the vampire from behind or above. The success of this ambush would depend on whether or not the witchers and little girl in front of him would give away his position by either shouting or looking obviously at Ferghus' position. Then again; if he was noticed by the little girl... That would've meant that he didn't pass his Trials after all. He was in position and his blade ready. Once he found the perfect moment where the witchers have its attention, he would leap from his position and attempt to eviscerate the enemy in a single downward katana slice in its middle, creating two equal halves of a dead vampire.	Name: Ferghus of Haakland Age: 117 (Appears as though he is 40) With a stature of 5 foot and 8 inches, the weathered Ferghus stands shorter and more nimble footed compared to his witcher peers who often focuses more on brute strength and sheer tenacity. With an athletic build that rivals the infamous Cat School, blood-slit witcher eyes and his famous Haakian curved blades; no movement is uncalculated in the eyes of this monster hunter. Race: Witcher School: Wolf Bio: In Progress Personality: Serviceable is a word most people would use to describe Ferghus. It's the kind of attitude that's there to get the job done and move on to the next hunt. He has a tendency to keep other's matters outside of his sights unless it was their life that was on the edge of his katana. Other than that-- he possesses a laissez faire demeanour. Weapons: A pair of steel and silver katanas adorning his left waist. A tanto blade is also often seen when gathering trophies of his kills. Rilden of Redania Fellow Wolf. Scilla of the Dancing Blades "During a short trip to Skellige, Ferghus met with a woman known as Scilla aboard a galleon and spent the time together with a few drinks-- until they become notable friends. Scilla and Ferghus travelled together for a time with a common goal of refining their best tools of the trade; blades." Elanil the Silent "Ferghus' far-reaching travels brought him to many parties and social gatherings of note. One in particular was during a series of strange events when he undertook a Doppler Contract in Novigrad. The local ruler held a lavish party and invited many entertainers to come and entertain guests. When midnight passed, Ferghus was allured by a particular raven female dancer who performed a hypnotising performance." Koldar, Bear School Witcher "As Ferghus continued to undertake Haakland's harrowed woes, he would often find several contracts already fulfilled by another witcher who was around the area prior. Gossips of an eerie wraith with a fearsome flickering flail became common rabble and scare stories of many taverns which permeated villages where the contracts had been completed." Yuna, Manticore School Witcher "Sometimes the people that he encountered in the Continent are far more interesting than the contracts Ferghus undertakes. Such was the case of a particular female individual whom he witnessed picking herself a monster contract on the notice boards despite of her blindness. What thickened the atmosphere further was when she had realised she was being watched-- a quick dart that Ferghus felt when the eyes behind the cloth had locked on to his." Other: Waterstone kit, alchemical supplies to craft Witcher Potions.
1,298	26	9	1,991	4,771	Her nice reminiscing about the past was interrupted as she was now getting closer to the source of the scream from earlier. Scilla had fought many things in her time, it wasn't wrong to say that she probably fought a variety as any witcher would, though admittedly she also had more experience with sea creatures than many witchers due the fact she spend over 50 years sailign with Skellige ships. Granted now with the Second conjuring the rules had changed. New stuff was emerging and she soon found herself in the presence of one such creature. Her trusty horse Aslan quickly got her to the place where there was currently a standoff between what appeared to be two witchers, a beefed up Fleder with wings and two Barghests. She made a mental conclusion the one who shouted "Foolish Witchers!" Earlier must have been the winged Fleder. A talking one of it's breed, now this was a new one. Wouldn't be wrong to call it a higher vampire now, granted it's ability to fly would be the most annoying thing about it, though up in the skies it would be probably slower than higher vampires on ground via simple fact flapping wings wasn't the same as using momentum on the ground. Maybe, she quickly made a mental note to be on guard. Still this was NOT her battle right now, the THREE witchers should have it bagged by the time she reaches the village that was not far now. This thing was hunting in plain daylight, it had some gall. “Mind you all to hold any possible clashes until I pass?” She asked with rather calm, but still completely serious voice, as if completely not caring about the abomination that was present and it's hounds. She back was straight, her head held proudly as was her general body language. She gave the appearance of a strong proud warrior of Skellige.” I'm not really in the mood to fight right now and I doubt I will get paid for it any even if I do.” She added, her eyes locked mainly on the Fleder. Frankly she'd gladly kill the thing, but didn't really want to deal with it right now when there were others who'd do the same thing and she wouldn't be paid to aid in any way. Still the entire time her focus was set, ready to unleash her magic at the moment's notice.	Name: Scilla of the Dancing Blades. Age: 132 looks around 25 Appearance: Scilla stands at 5'8'' feet tall with very long black hair, fair skin and piercing gray eyes. Like all women of her vocation, she's very beautiful, but at the same time currently her body appears a lot better trained than all her colleagues. Her muscles are well defined, but not invasive to the eye and it's clear she's no pushover when it comes to physical activity. Race: Human sorceress School: N/A Bio: Scilla was born sometime before the great purge that nearly turned her kind and the witchers all but extinct. In fact she was just a young sorceress when it happened. She was just traveling with her direct mentor when they were jumped on by a great number of soldiers. Everything happened so fast that even to this day she is not completely sure how it all transpired. One moment they were simply riding a carriage down a road and the next a rain of arrows struck the vehicle. The carriage driver and the horses died right away, she and her mentor survived because of a shield he put. The following was a rather quick battle as a great number of soldiers died to magical fires and lightning, but her mentor also took an arrow to the back. Not wanting to die like a common mutt, Scilla was forced to defend herself, but she was considerably weaker than her mentor at the time. Still in that desperation, she reached into her mind and pulled a way of using magic that no one had taught her. By instinct, using her ability to manipulate objects and energy, she grabbed a great number of the scattered arrows, swords, axes and shields, anything that could be thrown and using her magic turned the hail of death onto the soldiers. First by a handful then by the dozens, as the weapons were hurled with ever so greater speed. She was mostly lucky that those were rather common troops, but non the less she managed to escape while the majority of the soldiers were trying to close their wounds from the randomly hurled sharp metal objects at them... at least those who survived it. After that event, Scilla fled the continent and headed north towards Skellige. The islands were a great place to lay low from the massive witch hunt that was happening, especially since she dressed like a commoner and eventually joined a ship's crew. She spend the following 50 years on ships, before disembarking back on the continent. By now she had mastered sword fighting to a certain degree and in secret she had also advanced another skill she discovered when she escaped the purge. The precise and exact manipulation of energy, which allowed her to control objects and fight with them. Over the next 50 or so years she spend the time traveling, mostly spending her time as witchers would do, despite her not being one. The time with at Skellige taught her to appreciate great alcohol and all chaos that came with it. Eventually she was dubbed The Dancing Blades by a bard from a caravan she happened by complete chance to safe from some rampaging nekkers. In general she did prefer to not use her additional blades though, keeping a low profile and being confused with one of the many warrior women out there suits her just fine... When the Second Conjuring happened it came as only a very vague surprise. So was the massive hunt down for witchers and sorcerers that followed in the desperate attempt by the Grand King to safe his skin by throwing those they deemed evil and unnatural at their enemies. Well for now at least they have not yet realized what she was, so she kept quiet for the moment, simply spending her time, planning a next move. Wondering which would be more beneficial... the death of the new monsters or the death of the...Grand King. Personality: Mostly calm, Scilla is a very level headed individual who would rarely explode in bursts of rage, but once she does, her wrath could be stated to be legendary. She's has incredibly good memory for people who wronged her in some way and eventually she will always deliver her vengeance down the line. Besides that she's someone who loves nature in almost all of it's forms. One of her most favorite things to do is lay down on a sunny beach, enjoying the sun. Weapons: 2x Curved steel swords 4x Steel straight narrow blades Leather bundle wrap for the blades Family/relationships?: Ferghus of Haakland - Scilla met him a good half a centure ago now while she was still in Skellige. They happened to share a ship and got to talking, then drinking and finally traveling together for a while. She came to consider him a friend, during their journey to forge great weapons for themselves. Other: Immense hatred for The Grand King .
1,299	26	10	1,963	1,054	As she danced, she could feel the watchful presence of someone.. Of course, all eyes were on her as she moved around the makeshift stage, but the gaze of a Witcher was always had a distinct feeling behind it, not that she'd be able to describe it at all. Despite the presence of the Witcher, Elanil continued to use her magic in the playful way she normally does. She was of no threat to the Witcher and her intentions should be clear to him; which they thankfully were. Elanil heard a scream pierce the noise of the tavern, however her dance did not stop. Or at least, not for the moment. As though it was wonderfully timed, the bard's song drew to a close. She had noticed that the Witcher in the tavern had already left after brutally kicking the tavern door open. The wood splintered and cracked as it slammed against the wall. She couldn't help but flinch as the door was flung clean off it's hinges. Elanil didn't know if the scream was that urgent to respond to, but it was certainly interesting to her. A heroic Witcher, perhaps? The young sorceress waited as the bard collected his tips from the crowd. As the patrons dispersed to buy more drink, the bard approached Elanil with a warm smile on his face. Her lifted her hand and gave it a light kiss. "That was a wonderful performance, perhaps you'd like to travel with me? Of course, I'll split the earnings with you." His voice was smooth like silk, making his offer quite tempting. The dancer took half a step back as she brought out her parchment and quill, much to the Bard's confusion. She showed him the note that she wrote, "I'm sorry, but I am just a simple girl who enjoys dancing to good music. I wish you all the best!", she gave him a warm smile as she put away the parchment. The bard simply nodded in acknowledgement, resuming his seat after she had refused the money. She bid him farewell with a bow and a small wave. The patrons expressed their displeasure as Elanil bid them farewell with a slight curtsy. Now, it was time to follow after that Witcher. The young sorceress sensed the presences of other Witchers in the area as she drew near.. There was another with them? It wasn't a Witcher. Things were getting interesting. Elanil could see the small group surrounding what she recalled to be a Fleder.. Or was it a Fleder? What was it doing in daylight? How strange. The sorceress approached the group from a distance, sitting down on a rock not too far away from them, but far enough to show that she had no intention of participating. She simply decided to watch the conflict unfold. She came to the conclusion that the other woman was a sorceress. It was rare to see anyone other than Witchers and Sorcerers that acted with such disdain towards a massive Fleder. Of course if it came after her, she wouldn't hesitate to kill it.	Elanil The Silent Age: Appears to be around her early to mid 20's Sex: Female Appearance: Elanil stands at a somewhat short, 5'7". Her long, black hair stops at the middle of her back. Her icy blue eyes contrast with her tanned skin and dark hair, making it a feature that is often used to describe her. Her body is quite slender, somewhat similar to other sorceresses that rely on their magic. Race: Human, Mage Bio: Elanil was born mute, such a defect would've warranted being thrown out onto the street to die or given to an orphanage. Fortunately, her magic was realised before such an incident could occur. The Lodge of Sorceresses saw her potential as an asset and believed that wasting such potential would be against their goals to preserve magic in the world. Thus, like many magical children, she was put under rigorous studies and training, honing her powers and teaching her the science that is Magic. Had she not been taught in this way, Elanil would've been doomed to die or become mad. Either path was one of destruction. Although she was under strict training, Elanil always found a way to have fun, whether it be pulling pranks on passerbys or simply dancing to the music of bards. She'd often get into trouble for spending too much time dancing with bards, but such things made her popular with some of the locals. Upon finishing her training, she set out on her own. Wanting to travel from town to town, learning more about the land and it's people. Due to her appearance and 'muteness' (Which is seen as a quirk), she is famous to some, and unknown to others. She goes by the name "Elanil The Silent", which was given to her by her mentor. Personality: If Elanil had a voice, she would not have the title that she current has. She often makes jokes about her disability, although it makes things a little awkward at times. The sorceress is quite cheerful and upbeat for someone who lives in a world full of danger and scorn. She's often quite compliant when it comes to the requests of Witchers, for she understands that being on their bad side is a terrible idea. Elanil can be quite cheeky, using her magic in subtle ways to mess with others, mostly in the ways of telekinesis and illusion. Due to her mostly sheltered life, Elanil doesn't really understand the meaning of 'friendship' or 'love', but she mostly just goes with the flow. Going where the wind takes her. Weapons: None Family/relationships: Ferghus of Haakland Although Elanil doesn't know his name, she remembers his appearance quite clearly. A Witcher was always a rare sight, however this Witcher looked a little different from the rest. How different? She probably couldn't tell you, she was too busy dancing to the wonderful tune of the tavern bard. Novigrad was indeed a nice place for an audience, especially when a local ruler starts a party. Other: Elanil is surprisingly good at dancing and she isn't shy about it. Good music will always put her in the mood to dance, thus making her a wonderful impromptu entertainer at taverns. Due to her inability to speak, Elanil is never without a roll of parchment and a quill, writing out what she wants to say. She uses her magic to mask previously written messages, thus allowing her to use the same parchment over and over. Unfortunately, most people don't know how to read, making life just a little more difficult.

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