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45,402 | 1,234 | 55 | 1,650 | 712 | Illuna Forest
Coming quickly out of the woodwork a short man saw them, panicked, and started running in circles. He belligerently kept mumbling to himself. Even Senna growled for a moment before staring at him in confusion.
"Uh.. what are we looking at?" Rem addressed the other mage. The strange man kept flailing around a weapon of some sort as he apparently sought a way to escape without ever actually getting anywhere.
"Sir!?" He spoke up, trying to grab the man's attention. "Are you well?" | Name: Senna
Age: Difficult to determine the specific age but Senna is certainly in the prime of her strength.
Sex: Female
Species: Ironbristle - A great black creature that most resembles a monstrous version of a cat, normally eight to nine feet in length this beast is covered in thick black bristles, the bristles are springy, sharp and durable. They leave almost no vulnerable spots on the creature's hide. The bristles smooth over when they are calm leaving them sleek and shiny as if they were covered in metal appearing almost statuesque. When they are alert, ready to attack or just threatening you they will often bear the bristles out like hair standing on end. Getting brushed against like this could do quite a lot of damage to someone if they weren't sufficiently clothed or armored. Their teeth and claws are over-enlarged, a natural adaptation to living in a location that requires predators to break through tough armor for their meal. Their bristles can grow back within hours of losing them, popping out of their hide like thick hairs. By using their bristles they can resist a great deal of physical harm but are rather vulnerable to magical attacks, a form of strike they normally don't deal with.
Some rare breeds or Ironbristle are poisonous. Their coat feels smooth going one way and sharper than a bed of razors the other.
Appearance: A slightly smaller ironbristle, Senna has beautiful gold eyes. Her coat bristles are a jet black, acting as great camouflage in dark places.
Personality: Loyal to Rem but has a mean independent streak where she will disappear to scour a new area or wait for Rem outside of settled areas. She is careful of any humanoid that is not Rem and extremely protective of him, to the point that touching him or even getting slightly close to him would warrant a fierce growl.
Sounds of the tuning flute are very effective at calming her down when she has become tense but Rem reserves its use as much as possible. He wants her free of any magical influence when possible.
History: Senna was one of Rem's first successful attempts to communicate with the wildlife of No Man's Land. She has been by his side even when his comrades and other companions have perished.
Magical Capabilities: Through Rem's potential magic the two can be linked on an instinctual level, allowing them to act and hold eachother back based on their feeling and desires and work in unison in combat or other pursuits.
Specialties:
-Watch the bristles! Touch it the wrong way and you're leaving flesh behind, they're very sharp. |
45,403 | 1,234 | 56 | 1,132 | 1,873 | Diver's Paradise, Eastern Entrance
Jenso gave Luke a sad look as he spoke. It seemed like the war was really going to happen. Luke may not have been very specific about the Divers being in an all-out war with the CMAS now, but it was obvious enough. If he wanted to stop the war, he needed to solve this dispute between Luke and Sydney. If anything, the easiest way to get to Sydney was probably with Luke's help, but it was possible that many would die in the process. "Yeah...I brought Brian and Yvette here. Don't worry though, I'm positive that we weren't followed. Brian can sense people from a good distance, so we probably would have noticed. And I believe that Brian here can be trusted, too. He seems like a good guy." Jenso said reassuringly, tapping Brian gently on the shoulder. He was speaking more quietly this time around, to make sure that only the people nearby would be able to hear him. "Yvette's indeed looking for you, and assumed you'd be in the tower where you often discuss things." He added.
"You know, Luke...I agree that Sydney needs a lesson. But is going to war with the entire CMAS really smart? Isn't there a way to deal with Sydney without risking many Diver's lives?" He asked. He was unsure if Luke had some kind of plan already, but he hoped that he would tell him what he was up too soon. He was fully aware about how determined Luke was to take Sydney down, so he certainly didn't want to get in the way of that. The war was certainly coming, and it would be difficult to stop. But perhaps, at the very least, Jenso could help to reduce the amount of casualties. | - - - - (Personal Details)
First Name: Jenso
Age: 23
Sex: Male
Home Nation: Arcadia
Personality: He is a cheerful and nice person. He enjoys adventure and some combat along the way. He will do his best to protect those he cares about. He isn't one to start fights, but certainly would never back down from one. He respects strong opponents. He tends to be somewhat careless and hold back when entering combat with a new foe however, which could end up badly for him. He only gets serious when he really needs too. He is usually not one to kill, but will do so if absolutely nessecary.
History: Jenso had always been told within Arcadia that Divers were the scum of society, as they would venture into the lands beyond recklessly. He was always fascinated by them, however, wanting to discover what was within these large unexplored lands. He is intrigued by all the things that can be found. If he were to find a powerful relic or certain info, he would make sure it would not end up with the wrong person.
- - - - (Power Matrix)
Primary Focus: Ki
Magical Capabilities:
- Due to the high Ki within his body, he has super strength and high durability.
-Flame creation and manipulation.
- He is able to absorb any flame attacks with his palms. He can absorb flames from all over his body, but only those that he creates from his own arcane network. Besides this, he can still be hurt by any flame attacks, as flames that are not part of his arcane network can still burn him.
- Fire Solidification. Able to use flames to make a flame hammer that inflicts both physical and burning damage. The handle would be 122 centimeters, the hammerhead's height would be 51 cm and the length would be 75 cm. The hammer would essentially have the durability that a steel hammer would have. It's also light as a feather, due to being made out of flames.
Weapons and Equipment: Plenty of bandages, and a backpack of basic supplies.
Specialties: Basic martial arts. |
45,404 | 1,234 | 57 | 2,400 | 2,975 | Diver's Paradise, Eastern Entrance
Luke grunted at Jenso's commentary, and glared at Len. "I appreciate what ya did Jenso, but you're meddlin' in affairs ya don't understand. Besides, nothin's for sure yet. But while I'm here, I may as well satisfy a curiosity o' mine," Luke suddenly stepped towards Len and sized him up with a quick once over. Although Luke was big, he didn't quite match up to the titanic Len. Looking up to people wasn't uncommon, as Luke wasn't actually that tall, but it never bothered him. Muscles were muscles, after all, and Luke had strength where it counted! "Len! I figured you were a buddy o' Jenso, but I 'aint so sure about that no more. Still, I guess there's no harm in it- whattaya make of all this chaos? You lookin' forward to a war? Ya think there's any reasonin' with that dirt bag Duvell after what he's done? Or, is uprooting his corrupt little ass from the CMAS counsel lookin' to be a really attractive option to ya?" Luke inquired, tilting his head along with his statements. Luke turned back and glanced at Jenso momentarily before returning his focus to Len. Brian shuddered at the thought of hearing Len's own take on the prospect of war. The man seemed awfully stoic for one so curious. It bothered him to no end. But despite his demeanor, the hulking bronzed warrior didn't seem to harbor any evil intent. Luke waited patiently for a response from Len, whatever it may have been.
Truth be told, Luke himself wasn't keen on the idea of going to war with the CMAS just to take Sydney down, but with so few options, and the diver's way of life on the line, what else could he do? His preparations were well under way, at any rate. All Luke had to do was give the word when everything was in place, and a war could be set into motion. | Characters of Importance
- - - - CMAS Officials
- - - - (Personal Details)
First Name: Sydney
Last Name: Duvell
Age: 34
Sex: Male
Home Nation: Arcadia
Appearance: Standing 5'6'' and weighing in at 130 lb's, Sydney is not a man of tall stature. His build is very slim, but one wouldn't notice past the gaudy purple robes that he wears whenever he is in public. Sydney's hair is bleach blonde, and rather long, passing his shoulders entirely. His facial features are smooth, giving him a pointed chin, glossy lips and a pair of thin, menacing eyes.
Personality: Sydney is refined, but impatient. Unlike many others who hold positions of power, he can be very rash in making his decisions, and often acts on his own selfish desires, while maintaining a facade of professionalism to hide his true intentions. When speaking, he often interrupts others, and speaks as if his word is law. The power of becoming the head of the CMAS has definitely gone to his head.
Occupation: Head of the CMAS
- - - - (Personal Details)
First Name: Yvette
Last Name: Eridal
Age: 32
Sex: Female
Home Nation: Arcadia
Appearance: Yvette is a fairly tall, bright-skinned woman standing at about 5'8'' and weighs in at a lean 155 lbs. Her body type is very muscular, but it would be hard to notice as she often coats herself in a unique uniform that signifies her as the leader of Survey Group Alpha. The uniform consists of a pair of black slacks, a thick, but flexible blue overcoat with a single silver eyes embedded over the right breast, and a black undershirt. Her bust is medium, but her other curves do not stand out very much. Her hair is a couple inches long, dyed completely red, and messy in appearance. Most Yvette's facial features are very rough, but her eyes stand out with a strong shade of green, and a very elegant shaping. Her mouth is plump, but her nose is crooked, with a visible scar running down the bridge length-wise.
Personality: Yvette is very stern, and to-the-point at nearly all times of the day. She responds to all inquiries curtly, and shrugs off most insults, showing little regard for any who disrespect her. It's very rare to see Yvette express any form of anger, but when she does, she speaks very erratically and makes herself look like a fool. At rest, Yvette tries her best to be courteous without seeming like a weak-willed civilian, retaining her stern composure, even around other civilians and family.
Occupation: Previous Head of Survey Group Alpha
- - - - (Personal Details)
First Name: Sarah
Last Name: Eridal
Age: 32
Sex: Female
Home Nation: Arcadia
Appearance: Sarah looked almost identical to Yvette in all manners of speaking, as they are technically fraternal twins. The differences in their appears lie in their hair color, Sarah's being pink, Eye color, again Sarah's being pink, and muscular structure, with Sarah looking rather slender as opposed to very muscular. Otherwise, they look very similar to the point where it would be difficult to distinguish between them.
Personality: Sarah is firm, and immovable in her law. Her ranking is warranted, as she follows and hands out orders without a flaw. Her disposition is very, to put it simply, scary. She often puts on a fake smile, accompanied by a gentle disposition, which throws people off, making them a little too comfortable around her at times.
Occupation: Head director of CMAS HQ Hyznia Branch
- - - - (Personal Details)
First Name: Brian
Last Name: Tormal
Age: 24
Sex: Male
Home Nation: Arcadia
Appearance: Brian is a very frail looking tan-skinned young man standing only 5'6'' tall and weighing in at a measily 135 lbs. His uniform matches that of Yvette's but the top coat lacks much of Yvette's luster, and the eye over the right breast is made of copper. Brian's facial features are very mundane, aside from his almost black iris' and his messy bright orange hair.
Personality: Brian is a coward, short and simple, but a kind coward nonetheless. He places a lot of value in maintaining the happiness of his friends, family, and civilians of Arcadia. Hell, he'd prefer everyone was smiling, unless they have an aura of negative consequence about them. Brian is incapable of any sort of rude gesture, even when backed against the wall, making him relatively worthless in combat. He is however, particularly intelligent, and prides himself on his arcane knowledge as a scientist within the CMAS.
Occupation: Detection Officer
- - - - Popular Divers
- - - - (Personal Details)
First Name: Lucas
Last Name: Juuno
Age: 26
Sex: Male
Home Nation: Unknown
Appearance: Luke stand about 5'8'' and weight around 150 lbs. He puts most of his body on display rather willingly, wearing a pair of shorts, and a vest that is clearly far too small for his upper body, letting his abs breath for the world to see. His face is very rugged, covered predominantly with a thin layer of facial hair, and framed by his short, brown bangs. His eyes are a very light shade of green, and he has a thin nose that looks like it's way too small for his thick, bony face. Luke has a very large scar over his heart as well.
Personality: Light-hearted and eager to make people smile, Luke comes off as everyone's best friend. Nobody could hate him! Except for when he tries his best to sound intelligent. 'Smart' or 'Professional' are the last words anyone would use to describe him. Although he's lovable, and has a good heart, Luke is a moron, and often doesn't think before he speaks. A free spirit who prefers chaos to order, really.
Occupation: Self proclaimed head of the Divers.
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45,405 | 1,234 | 58 | 747 | 615 | Mira
Diver’s Paradise
The air filled with the rare sound of Mira’s laughter as Lila began the story of her last travels. “Oh well, I wouldn’t want to be that poor critter!” Mira commented with a grin as they both stood in front of the pub, staring at it’s Diver-filled interior. She kept looking at the many different faces of Divers inside of the pub, too many of them she had never spoken a single word to despite her roughly 2 years of being a part of this random guild of travellers.
If she had been by her usual alone self she could probably have been standing right there on the floor of the cavern, staring at the many Divers she did not know and wondered about her current existence. Luckily for her and everyone around her she was not alone. Instead, her thoughts got interrupted by Lila’s voice as she began to speak shortly after her last comment about that thieving critter.
An unconscious smile began to paint Mira’s face as Lila delved deeper into her proposition. Mira had always loved the adventures of No Man’s Land and the tales that the other Divers would sometimes pleasure her with. It gave her a sense of her old life: a vast world full of adventures and new experiences, but it also held the best chance for her to get rid of this wretched ‘Curse’: perhaps somewhere out there in the No Man’s Land was the answer to her many questions? Well, she certainly believed it to be so.
It was almost physically painful for her to wait for Lila to finish her proposition. Oh, how Mira craved to interrupt her with a cheer and excitement - but of course that wasn’t something ‘Mira’ would do: She buried her feelings beneath a cold and calculative exterior so that almost no one would notice the small signs of excitement and waited calmly for her friend to finish speaking.
“Ah Lila,” Mira began shortly after her friend had ended her sentence, “you really know how to get my attention! How could I refuse such a proposition?” Mira asked with a grin on her face. “Have you gotten a specific area in mind? Or perhaps you’ve even gotten a contract? Do you have everything ready, or should we ready some preparations? And how about a team? You know I don’t like to work with a group unless I am forced to, but perhaps one is required?”
As Mira barraged her friend with different questions from her well-hidden excitement she began to lead both of them away from the deeper areas of Diver’s Paradise, heading towards one of the exits and the outside world. | - - - - (Personal Details)
First Name: Miranda (though she mainly goes under the alias: ‘Mira’ these days).
Last Name: Kross (though she rarely uses it because of her past).
Age: 29.
Sex: Female.
Home Nation: Anu.
All rights to the artist.
Miranda Kross stands at around 5’8” weighing roughly 137 pounds. Her frame is athletically built: neither thin, but neither fat. Her body is clearly honed through training and hardship and can withstand a large amount of physical distress. Her skin has been colored with a nutty tan because of her long hours spent in the No Man’s Land and its, at times, grueling sun. She has petite sharp features that are a trait she inherited from her An’shinian heritage and is common among the women from her nation. Similar to her wild shoulder-length red hair is her sharp amber colored eyes that seem to penetrate anything she looks upon.
She tends to wear a remarkable amount of clothing, usually covering almost all of her skin. These outfits generally consist of a black cloak covering a black leather jacket and a white shirt underneath. Often Mira also wears a red scarf to keep her warm. She tends to wear relatively baggy military pants and leather shoes that have been made to withstand the harsh conditions of the No Man’s Land. Other than this another piece of important clothing she wears are a set of red and black leather gloves. If any part of her skin is exposed she tends to cover it with bandages.
Lastly, whenever she travels into the No Man’s Land she always wears a slim gas mask with a set of goggles.
Personality: Miranda Kross had always been an energetic and curious child from the first time she could notice the world around her. This cobbled together with her high intellect meant that she has never taken the reality she sees as given: she always wants to question everything around her and try all the possibilities: often this ended in her being reprimanded from some form of tease or problem she caused.
However, as she grew older she also became calmer: she learned the strictness of the military and became what can only be described as a precise person: she did everything as quick and precise at it was possible. Though she hasn’t forgotten her childhood fun: she can still crack a few jokes and tease those around her now and then, but sadly this energetic and life-fascinated persona has been buried beneath the layers of adulthood and suffering.
Ever since she realized the truth of her past she has become more and more distant from the world around her: she tends to shy away from physical approaches and hides behind her clothe and loneliness in the fear that her abilities might suddenly awake and hurt those around her. This is also one of the reasons why she joined the Divers: she is searching for a cure to her abilities. Because of this she forces herself beyond what others might generally do to themselves - and this sometimes bleeds onto those around her: she can at times expect too much of those she begins to trust, often expecting them to be as strict as herself and most of the times getting angry that they aren’t.
While she isn’t what could be called a “warm” person anymore, she still cares for those that has gotten close to her - sadly it is far too few that has, and most who has gotten to know her has ended up dead.
History:
Miranda Kross was born into the royal Kross family of the An’shin people. She was the first daughter of, but not the first child, however, because of the religious beliefs and culture of their society she became the heir to the throne through a series of unfortunate events. You see, in the An’shin society they worship what is known as The Void in the rest Thorisa, but The Void is not kind and devours those that are not deemed worthy. For a culture that is based largely around warriors and war, this means that the leader of the people must be one that is deemed worthy by The Void.
For this reason every child that is born into the Kross family is tested by The Void at the age of 5 by connecting with small doses of pure essence of The Void: if the child is deemed worthy it will be taken in by the priests and Priestesses of the Temple of The Void where it would grow up until the child reaches the age of 25. Over the course of this timespan, the child is taught in the ways of The Void, the art of war, leadership, and most importantly receiving a constant flow of essence from The Void in small doses, until finally, if it manages to survive that long, blooms into the captain of the feared special forces of Anu known as “Spectre” - and later the leader of the An’shin people.
For most this would be a grueling life full of pain and misery - not something you would wish for yourself or your child. But Miranda was the first child of the royal Kross family that survived the initial trial: her two older brothers were sadly both consumed by The Void. This meant that she grew up in hardship, but also with the responsibilities of a royal heir.
Luckily for Miranda she was blessed with not only royal blood but also an incredible genius: it didn’t take her long to learn any subject and even the elusive teachings of The Void came surprisingly easy to her - though the powers of The Void was not something even a genius like Miranda could control easily, and even through the many years of training she wasn’t able to control it.
Yet she kept trying and so the years went by and before she knew it she had finished her grueling training: she emerged as the captain of the Spectres and the future heir of the An’shin people. However, because her parents were still alive she accepted the role of the An’shin princess.
This position meant that she often had to travel to different regions of Thorisa: either as a Spectre or more frequently; on ambassadorial missions to the nations of Teknoh, Arcadia, Illon, Hyznia, and even at times Saiga. As she was part of the royal family she became well known among the upper echelons of the different societies of Thorisa, yet because of her people’s religious beliefs, she was aware of the whispers behind her back. Miranda didn’t think much of it, and her charming personality meant that even those that despised the An’shin society became enthralled by her.
Her life continued like this for many years, but as she entered into her 27th cycle her life began to change. She had always been an energetic and curious person and had ended up in a lot of unfortunate situations because of this. Over the years she had calmed down a bit, but she was still an individual that sought out excitement, unknowns, and knowledge. These traits lead her onto the path that would ultimately shape her future.
It was on one of her ambassadorial journeys to Arcadia that she overheard the whispers and tales of her older brothers: brothers she hadn’t known she had. For some reason this shook her on a personal level: her entire life was built on the corpses of her older brothers. She was only the person she was because they had sacrificed their lives for her.
Miranda didn’t decide to act after overhearing this: She was a person whose genius liked to consider all variables before she acted and as such she let this new information about her life reside in her conscious as she went over and over it more times than even she could count.
To her surprise she found herself filling with disdain. Disdain towards her life, her people, her parents, and even towards The Void itself: the religious idea that she had always found comfort in. It wasn’t soon until this disdain spread to her entire being and she began to despise herself and the abilities she had gained. She grew more and more distant as the months went by and began to refer to the abilities as a curse: “the Curse of The Void”.
This hatred culminated in the day that disrupted her life and changed it so drastically that even she couldn’t have foreseen it. It started with her confronting her parents about the truth: at first, they brushed it aside as pure gossip, but as the conversation turned into an argument it became clearer that these rumors and whispered the truth: She was a child born of the death of her older brothers and the sons of her parents.
Some people might not have cared much for this, but Miranda was different. She found herself despising everything about her: her family, her nation, even her religion. She could only see one way out of this ‘curse’: she had to escape.
It wasn’t soon after she let go of her old name and left her nation for good. She drifted through Thorisa’s many nations, surviving only on the skills she had learned from her many years of training on how to survive in the wilderness, yet no single individual can survive alone in the harsh environments of the No Man’s Land.
Having survived longer in No Man’s Land than anyone other than the Divers, Miranda’s luck finally disappeared. As she was making her way across a desert in an unknown part of Thorisa she was attacked by a group of wild beasts. Having survived on almost nothing she had no strength to fight this pack of carnivores. Her tries at fighting them off became more and more desperate and it wasn’t soon before she collapsed, but not before mustering up a wave of Void magic - something she hadn’t done since she ran away from her home. This wave pushed the beasts away from her and creating a large sand-cloud that rose above the endless desert.
Her world became black as she lost consciousness.
Luckily for her, this wasn't the end. Her last bit of magic had been strong enough to force the sand high enough up to alarm a group of Divers nearby and as the beasts came to their senses and readied themselves for a feast, they were once again forced back: this time by the group of Divers that came to Miranda’s rescue.
When she woke up she was resting in the Diver’s camp, but it wasn’t soon after she woke up that she was attacked again, this time by the questions from the Divers that had saved her life and wanted to know who she was and what she was doing alone in No Man’s Land.
As the questions overwhelmed her, Miranda somehow realised that she shouldn’t tell the truth: That she was the famously lost princess of the An’shin people, and despite the odds being against her that none of the Divers in front of her had seen her or heard of her, she decided that she had better keep her true identity a secret.
This was when the individual known as “Mira” was born.
She created a fragile background for herself as she was surrounded by the group of Divers; that she had been traveling with a group of soldiers and her family on the way to Saiga when they had been attacked by wild beasts and she had fled. Knowing that this story likely wouldn’t be believable, after all, who was sane enough to travel lightly in the No Man’s Land - other than the Divers, of course? But to her surprise, the Divers didn’t push her story further, for they could see in her eyes that she wouldn’t tell anymore.
Through a series of events the woman once known as Miranda Kross became a Diver that went under the name of ‘Mira’: a Diver that became well known for her daring journeys and mysterious abilities that didn’t seem to correspond with any of the known magics that the other Divers used. However, whenever someone pushed for her backstory she always kept quiet, a personality trait that only served to further increase her status as the mysterious Diver that always kept away from the different nations as much as she could and had a much too keen interest in old historical artifacts.
The reason for her obsession with old artifacts was born from a sudden realisation that occurred to her back when she had only just been saved by the group of Divers and were travelling towards one of their safe havens: She could never rid herself of The Curse of The Void, she would always be trapped by the magic that had been forced upon her and threatened her life every second of the day if she wasn’t careful - and she craved peace like nothing else in her life, peace to live without the burden of her dead brothers, without her past and without The Void.
As she learned more and more about the Divers and their society she realised that perhaps the very nature of the Divers could be her salvation: perhaps one of this world’s hidden artifacts would reveal a way for her to cut the ties she had with The Void - and as such she could gain her freedom once and for all.
Occupation:
Former occupation: Princess of Anu and captain of the Spectres.
Current occupation: Diver.
- - - - (Power Matrix)
Primary Focus: The Void
Magical Capabilities:
- Construction and deconstruction: because of the very nature of Void energies Miranda possesses the ability to construct and deconstruct matter: however it has to be done through physical touch of her skin, and proves unusable if anything is in between. This has also meant that she has had to construct special clothing that can withstand this effect. Unfortunately for her these capabilities are also the core of her problems: the Curse of The Void - as she likes to refer it to.
She lives on a knife’s edge, her body is constantly constructing and deconstructing itself because of the energies from The Void that has been imprinted on her through her time at the Temple of The Void and her closer ties with The Void. Because of these energies, it isn’t rare that certain small areas of her body are deconstructed, however, it all appears to depend on her mental stability and strength. Furthermore, she cannot construct or deconstruct just anything: the size and force of the matter will consume an equal portion of her energy - ultimately resulting in her own death by deconstruction. Because of this and her troublesome past she rarely, if ever, utilizes this ability despite her relative proficiency in it. This ability is also the reason she despises human contact and keeps to herself.
- Warping imitation: This magical ability, whose name Miranda herself has come up with after learning of the Warpers, is basically relying on the very foundation of The Void itself: the lack of space, time, or energy. Using these variables Miranda can somehow move herself or anything she is in contact with to any point she can observe, instantly. Mind you this requires quite a lot of concentration and calculation and as such isn’t easy to pull off: in fact, it might actually require someone of Miranda’s intellect to be able to use. This also means that a significant drawback is a danger of warping, or teleporting, yourself into something - or more horrifically: splitting yourself apart.
Luckily Miranda has yet to experience this... On herself.
Body Modifications: None.
Weapons and Equipment:
- Basic survival gear: healing materials, medical supplies, etc.
- 2 swords that are made of a black metal that once fell from the skies many millennia ago. These have been masterfully worked into thin blades similar to a Chokutō, but with blades on each side. They are so sharp that they can pierce thin sheets of metal with ease.
- Knives: Mira always carries around a more than necessary amount of knives for various purposes.
- 2 pistols with A/A bullets she herself have constructed.
- All of Mira’s clothing has been enchanted by runes to protect them against the touch of Miranda’s skin.
Specialties: Miranda is quite skilled as a tracker, utilizing her intellect and knowledge to consider the variables.
Mira is a skilled fighter and she can keep herself alive in close quarter combat because of her understanding and harsh training in the different martial arts that together with her sword-skills make her a feared fighter. Her skill with handguns is also something to take note of.
It should be noted that because of her hate towards her the power of The Void she has used a lot of her time training to rely more heavily on her weapons and equipment so that she doesn’t have to rely on anything but the smallest amount of power from The Void to keep her alive. |
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Kasumi
"I can think in a few ways of doing it... But since you mentioned Necromancy..." Kasumi replied, going near the window and looking outside.
"For someone to traverse the swamp, enter an Archmage's quarters without being noticed and getting out in an equally "undetectable" manner, only to die after this? Its almost like it was a spirit, wraith or something like that." she said, squinting her eyes, looking to the swampland.
"Necromancy... Those who practice it are always very shady... Usually crazy or insane... not the type of person who I would like to talk with..." Kasumi said, clearly showing disdain towards that type of magic and those who practiced it.
"The dead should remain dead..." she mumbled.
"Anyways, we need to start searching somewhere, and i don't think that the one behind all this will be hiding in the swamp. We can go to the slums. We will most certainly get some information there." she said, walking impatiently towards the door. "Correct me if i'm wrong, but i think that our target is not the puppet, but the one pulling the strings." Kasumi opened the door with some violence.
"Suddenly i feel like ending this quickly. I hate those who don't have the courage to do the dirty work themselves..." Kasumi waited for Pride, her eyes brimming with rage. "I believe we are done in this room." she said.
"It might be a good idea to give a look at the swamp before going to the slums. If we get lucky, we might even find some useful information. Perhaps the remains of our beloved puppet... So, what do you say? Swamp or Slums?"
One thing about Kasumi was that she HATED being lost. She absolutely despised the feeling of suddenly losing the trail of her prey, having to double her efforts to find it again. It was very rare for that to happen, and usually happened when unique types of magic, ki or other abilities that she wasn't familiar with were involved. Pride was the one that she called when that happened. Pride should know well that Kasumi gets really impatient and irritated when that happened, losing all the will to play with her prey, instead wanting to end it quickly and violently. Maybe is was exactly why she was assigned to that type of job when she played too much with her prey, or ignored orders on her previous mission. | - - - - (Personal Details)
First Name: Kasumi "Fox" "The last Kagerou"
Last Name: Kuromoto
Age: 19
Sex: Female
Home Nation: A small island on the south-east of Thorisa. Home to the now extinct group, the Kagerou.
Appearance: Purplish, long hair, usually adorned with beads and strings. Two locks of hair are tied with a blue neon string.
Standing at 1.70m, she is of an exotic beauty. Slender, flexible and athletic body, shaped by years of training. Mysterious and treacherous eyes coupled with a mysterious smile draws the attention of those who look at her.
Casually she wears a brown buttoned coat with black pants, but while in a mission, her attire of choice is a black leather suit, with a hoodied cape made of straps of black cloth, making it easier for her to blend in the environment while dark and move silently. Her armor isn't fancy or complex. It wasn't made for being flashy or beautiful, it was made to be effective and not restrict her movements. The cloak can even look raggedy with the black straps dangling around, but it fills its purpose perfectly.
Personality: Kasumi is a trained assassin and accomplished infiltrator, sure, but at the same time she is still a 19 years old girl. While in a mission she is very focused and centered. When blood is drawn though, she fights with a smile on her face, enjoying the hunt. Her eyes and expression are of excitedness and joy, while she pounces on her prey with a wild, fast and furious style.
Outside of combat she has a very fox like behavior. Cunning, manipulative, flirty and provocative, she enjoys provocating others, particularly those she find interesting or men which she finds attractive. She wont refrain from using her charm to get what she wants, but can be surprisingly warm and sweet to those who are able to earn her trust and admiration.
History: Kagerou, a group of very select individuals. Sons of the shadows they were called. The best assassins and infiltrators. Different from other mercenaries though, Kagerous were famous for abiding by the "old code". They offered their services only to those who they deemed "worthy" and with goals who were worthy of them. Their loyalty was absolute, and would not betray their "lord" or left his side until his death or the completion of said goal. Not surprisingly, those who had their blades by their sides, had every information they needed, and their blade would reach everywhere. There was no escape to a person marked by the Kagerou.
Due to this, they became very feared. Their names were synonym of an unstoppable force. Even nations feared them. They were actually not serving, but controlling the path that Thorisa would follow by serving those who they deemed worthy.
Each year that passed, they became even more feared. People would treat them like deities. Some even started cultuating them as the will of the gods.
The Kagerou rule Thorisa until one day.
The day of the betrayal. All the nations agreed that something had to be done. Every single man and woman in Thorisa was subject to their "code". Betrayed by their own lord, the Kagerou were mercilessly slain. Every single one of them, wiped out of existence. Or that was what they thought.
Hidden in the shadows, the last Kagerou disappeared from the world. Ages passed, and their name became an old myth.
Many years later, a rumor began spreading. A name that was long forgotten. The Kagerou.
A very effective assassin and killer, abiding by the same old code. Her name was unknown. Her alias "Fox" was said in hushed tones by important people around Thorisa. Many said that she was only pretending to be a Kagerou to earn money, that the Kagerou were long gone, but a few swore by the fact that the Kagerou weren't dead, "The last Kagerou" they called her.
...
Kasumi's life was a constant battle. Many assassins were sent to take her life. Wishing to protect her identity, she refrained from killing them, instead, always fleeing, never staying for too long at the same town.
She didn't have a "Lord", and didn't cared about one either, Kasumi was different from the other Kagerou. The old code was exactly what it was: old and outdated, it served only to lead the former Kagerou to their demise.
Kasumi didn't wanted to live slave to a "Lord". She wanted her own freedom.
Deciding to serve no one, only her, Kasumi made her mind: She wouldn't make the same mistake as the former Kagerou made. She would live. She would do whatever did her happy and fulfilled. She would only take missions and hunt when she wanted to, she would never offer her body to someone who didn't deserved it, as the female Kagerou did back then. She was her own master.
Occupation: Former assassin/infiltrator
- - - - (Power Matrix)
Primary Focus: Ki
Magical Capabilities:
- Shadow walk: Kasumi is completely invisible and undetectable by any means while on shadows.
- Predator's body: Ancient Kagerou technique reinforces one's body with ki, giving it absurd agility, speed and precision. Unlike other body reinforcing techniques, this one focuses on speed, agility and precision. Although strength and toughness are also enhanced, they are only enhanced about half of what the standard body reinforcing techniques would allow to. Plus it allows her to climb steep walls and move without difficulty even in the roughest terrains.
- One with the dark: Emits an aura of complete darkness around a large area around her. Anyone inside it are completely in the darkness. Although light sources work inside this aura, their effectivity is severely reduced.
Body Modifications: None.
Weapons and Equipment:
-
-
-
-
Specialties:
- Infiltration/Assassination
- Very flexible body
- Knowledgeable about poisons and healing herbs
- Able to craft a myriad of equipment such as alchemical smoke bombs, poisonous smoke, tranquilizer, etc.
- Naturally silent
- Thanks to her abilities, is able to see in the complete darkness
- Survival techniques and first aid |
45,407 | 1,234 | 60 | 2,400 | 2,975 | Hyznia, CMAS HQ
"Whoa, whoa, Sulfrax?" Zack blurted, moving towards Pincy, only to have his path blocked by Sarah. He caught himself and staggered. "You can't expect me to-"
"I expect you to do as you are told, lest we find our arrangements to be less agreeable than once thought. You wouldn't want that, now, would you Zachary?" Sarah barked with untouchable fortitude. It made her guards shudder. Zack was less phased, but took her vague threat rather seriously. "Be happy that his choice falls upon Stephanie, and not you. Perhaps it is better this way."
"It's fine, Zach," Stephanie grunted, "I'll do as I'm told." Zack flinched at the woman's remark, and backed away from Sarah, throwing Pincy a deadly glare. Working under mutually agreeable conditions? What an ignorant oaf. The CMAS were not agreeable with anyone, unless you found yourself within their ranks. Even then, you could not consider yourself safe.
"Excellent. I shall make preparations for your journey. You two will be free to roam Hyznia as citizens for now. Report to the main gates within the hour, or we will fetch you ourselves," Sarah ordered, nodding to her guards. "We will provide a small vehicle, and any supplies we can spare. If you have any specific requests, you can speak with me via telepathic link." Sarah placed a hand on Pincy's shoulder as she said this. A moment later, an echo found itself inside of Pincy's head, one that matched Sarah's voice with absolute perfection.
"I will maintain this link, as long as i see fit"
"Stephanie, you know what you are to do. Please, do not disappoint me," Sarah said, narrowing her eyes. With that, she left the room with her soldiers, leaving the door wide open. "Zack, Jo-Jo, you may leave at your leisure as well. However, it is imperative that you do not leave the city. Good day to you all."
Illon, Reginald's Quarters
"That is unlike you," Pride mused, turning towards the room's exit, "The swamp is too large and too dangerous to investigate further. We shall follow this path to the slums. But if this is indeed a rite of necromancy, then the living puppet which we may face is still walking upright." Jaymee was unnerved by the prospect of the living dead. Not once in the past several years had there been a documented case of necromancy in Illon. She hadn't even seen the magic performed herself. What little she did know about it, was not enough to explain what she saw. Lingering Ki? That didn't make any sense. It felt too strange, different than that of the dead.
"How peculiar."
***
Illon Slums
Jaymee and Kasumi arrived within minutes, finding their way through the castle's main lobby, and across the drawbridge that lead towards Illon's main square, a devoid circle of stone and dirt that connected all of the major districts surrounding them. The castle district, the Slums, the residential area, the marketplace, and the Hill district. Citizens that recognized Jaymee and Kasumi, however few they were, averted their gazes and minded their own business. It was wise to do so in Illon, regardless of your affiliation outside of the king's inner circle. The city was a breeding ground for crime and horrendous acts. Murder wasn't uncommon, at least, when it came to the common rabble. Yvin rarely acknowledged it, but with Reginald's death, it became clear that this was a threat to Illon as a body, not just the lives of its people.
The slums were a husk of Illons previous secondary residential district, several broken homes with holes in their roofs, missing walls, and critters that posed threats beyond being simple pests. The dreaded marsh was not divided by any sort of barrier, and Illon's FFG was inept at keeping Snappers at bay. Those wretched little reptiles killed any who fell into the thick marshlands that divided the island-like terrain of Illon, but also served as a natural defense for the city. The fortress was practically unbreachable from any angle.
"The smell is strong here," Jaymee remarked, leading Kasumi through the streets of the slums. Few people lived out in the open here. It was a hub for crime and illegal activity. The branch of CMAS in Illon never bothered going anywhere near the slums. It posed too much of a danger to mages with curious little noses. "I do not know what, or whom, we are looking for."
Jaymee's eyes were sharp, but not sharp enough to detect the presence that followed them closely, from behind. Through the alleys, like a snake, it moved quickly. But within moments, Jaymee had heard its footsteps, and no doubt Kasumi would be aware of its presence as well.
"I cannot track it," Jaymee grunted, "This Ki is too thick, spread like a mist. It is interfering with my eyes.." | Characters of Importance
- - - - CMAS Officials
- - - - (Personal Details)
First Name: Sydney
Last Name: Duvell
Age: 34
Sex: Male
Home Nation: Arcadia
Appearance: Standing 5'6'' and weighing in at 130 lb's, Sydney is not a man of tall stature. His build is very slim, but one wouldn't notice past the gaudy purple robes that he wears whenever he is in public. Sydney's hair is bleach blonde, and rather long, passing his shoulders entirely. His facial features are smooth, giving him a pointed chin, glossy lips and a pair of thin, menacing eyes.
Personality: Sydney is refined, but impatient. Unlike many others who hold positions of power, he can be very rash in making his decisions, and often acts on his own selfish desires, while maintaining a facade of professionalism to hide his true intentions. When speaking, he often interrupts others, and speaks as if his word is law. The power of becoming the head of the CMAS has definitely gone to his head.
Occupation: Head of the CMAS
- - - - (Personal Details)
First Name: Yvette
Last Name: Eridal
Age: 32
Sex: Female
Home Nation: Arcadia
Appearance: Yvette is a fairly tall, bright-skinned woman standing at about 5'8'' and weighs in at a lean 155 lbs. Her body type is very muscular, but it would be hard to notice as she often coats herself in a unique uniform that signifies her as the leader of Survey Group Alpha. The uniform consists of a pair of black slacks, a thick, but flexible blue overcoat with a single silver eyes embedded over the right breast, and a black undershirt. Her bust is medium, but her other curves do not stand out very much. Her hair is a couple inches long, dyed completely red, and messy in appearance. Most Yvette's facial features are very rough, but her eyes stand out with a strong shade of green, and a very elegant shaping. Her mouth is plump, but her nose is crooked, with a visible scar running down the bridge length-wise.
Personality: Yvette is very stern, and to-the-point at nearly all times of the day. She responds to all inquiries curtly, and shrugs off most insults, showing little regard for any who disrespect her. It's very rare to see Yvette express any form of anger, but when she does, she speaks very erratically and makes herself look like a fool. At rest, Yvette tries her best to be courteous without seeming like a weak-willed civilian, retaining her stern composure, even around other civilians and family.
Occupation: Previous Head of Survey Group Alpha
- - - - (Personal Details)
First Name: Sarah
Last Name: Eridal
Age: 32
Sex: Female
Home Nation: Arcadia
Appearance: Sarah looked almost identical to Yvette in all manners of speaking, as they are technically fraternal twins. The differences in their appears lie in their hair color, Sarah's being pink, Eye color, again Sarah's being pink, and muscular structure, with Sarah looking rather slender as opposed to very muscular. Otherwise, they look very similar to the point where it would be difficult to distinguish between them.
Personality: Sarah is firm, and immovable in her law. Her ranking is warranted, as she follows and hands out orders without a flaw. Her disposition is very, to put it simply, scary. She often puts on a fake smile, accompanied by a gentle disposition, which throws people off, making them a little too comfortable around her at times.
Occupation: Head director of CMAS HQ Hyznia Branch
- - - - (Personal Details)
First Name: Brian
Last Name: Tormal
Age: 24
Sex: Male
Home Nation: Arcadia
Appearance: Brian is a very frail looking tan-skinned young man standing only 5'6'' tall and weighing in at a measily 135 lbs. His uniform matches that of Yvette's but the top coat lacks much of Yvette's luster, and the eye over the right breast is made of copper. Brian's facial features are very mundane, aside from his almost black iris' and his messy bright orange hair.
Personality: Brian is a coward, short and simple, but a kind coward nonetheless. He places a lot of value in maintaining the happiness of his friends, family, and civilians of Arcadia. Hell, he'd prefer everyone was smiling, unless they have an aura of negative consequence about them. Brian is incapable of any sort of rude gesture, even when backed against the wall, making him relatively worthless in combat. He is however, particularly intelligent, and prides himself on his arcane knowledge as a scientist within the CMAS.
Occupation: Detection Officer
- - - - Popular Divers
- - - - (Personal Details)
First Name: Lucas
Last Name: Juuno
Age: 26
Sex: Male
Home Nation: Unknown
Appearance: Luke stand about 5'8'' and weight around 150 lbs. He puts most of his body on display rather willingly, wearing a pair of shorts, and a vest that is clearly far too small for his upper body, letting his abs breath for the world to see. His face is very rugged, covered predominantly with a thin layer of facial hair, and framed by his short, brown bangs. His eyes are a very light shade of green, and he has a thin nose that looks like it's way too small for his thick, bony face. Luke has a very large scar over his heart as well.
Personality: Light-hearted and eager to make people smile, Luke comes off as everyone's best friend. Nobody could hate him! Except for when he tries his best to sound intelligent. 'Smart' or 'Professional' are the last words anyone would use to describe him. Although he's lovable, and has a good heart, Luke is a moron, and often doesn't think before he speaks. A free spirit who prefers chaos to order, really.
Occupation: Self proclaimed head of the Divers.
- - - - (Personal Details)
First Name:
Last Name:
Age:
Sex:
Home Nation:
Appearance:
Personality:
Occupation: |
45,408 | 1,234 | 61 | 1 | 1,947 | Illon, Slums
Kasumi
"Ugh... the smell..." Kasumi said, covering her nose with her hands.
"There is no law in this place. If necromancy is really at play here... then we can safely assume that the necromancer in question has a wide influence in this area. He succeeded in killing an Archmage after all..."
"I dont know exactly what, but something is wrong here. The atmosphere is somehow... wrong. The air reeks of something, and i'm not talking about the usual smell of the slums." she said, her eyes darting around, scanning every nook and cranny. It was too quiet... Even for the slums... Something odd was happening, and Kasumi could feel it.
She continued walking through the slums in full alert. Her eyes were darting, scanning every little movement she saw in front of them.
"I dont see anything... at all... Its too quiet, too empty... even for the slums. Be ready for anything."
Just as she finished that sentence, she heard footsteps behind her. Turning her head to Pride, she looked to her with a mischievous smile that Pride surely understood.
Kasumi quickly reached her throwing needles with an imperceptible movement. Two needles rested in her grasp, ready to be thrown, as Kasumi continued walking like nothing had happened, waiting for Pride's movement.
Whatever it may be, it was wise to not kill it straight away. It could provide them with valuable information. | - - - - (Personal Details)
First Name: Kasumi "Fox" "The last Kagerou"
Last Name: Kuromoto
Age: 19
Sex: Female
Home Nation: A small island on the south-east of Thorisa. Home to the now extinct group, the Kagerou.
Appearance: Purplish, long hair, usually adorned with beads and strings. Two locks of hair are tied with a blue neon string.
Standing at 1.70m, she is of an exotic beauty. Slender, flexible and athletic body, shaped by years of training. Mysterious and treacherous eyes coupled with a mysterious smile draws the attention of those who look at her.
Casually she wears a brown buttoned coat with black pants, but while in a mission, her attire of choice is a black leather suit, with a hoodied cape made of straps of black cloth, making it easier for her to blend in the environment while dark and move silently. Her armor isn't fancy or complex. It wasn't made for being flashy or beautiful, it was made to be effective and not restrict her movements. The cloak can even look raggedy with the black straps dangling around, but it fills its purpose perfectly.
Personality: Kasumi is a trained assassin and accomplished infiltrator, sure, but at the same time she is still a 19 years old girl. While in a mission she is very focused and centered. When blood is drawn though, she fights with a smile on her face, enjoying the hunt. Her eyes and expression are of excitedness and joy, while she pounces on her prey with a wild, fast and furious style.
Outside of combat she has a very fox like behavior. Cunning, manipulative, flirty and provocative, she enjoys provocating others, particularly those she find interesting or men which she finds attractive. She wont refrain from using her charm to get what she wants, but can be surprisingly warm and sweet to those who are able to earn her trust and admiration.
History: Kagerou, a group of very select individuals. Sons of the shadows they were called. The best assassins and infiltrators. Different from other mercenaries though, Kagerous were famous for abiding by the "old code". They offered their services only to those who they deemed "worthy" and with goals who were worthy of them. Their loyalty was absolute, and would not betray their "lord" or left his side until his death or the completion of said goal. Not surprisingly, those who had their blades by their sides, had every information they needed, and their blade would reach everywhere. There was no escape to a person marked by the Kagerou.
Due to this, they became very feared. Their names were synonym of an unstoppable force. Even nations feared them. They were actually not serving, but controlling the path that Thorisa would follow by serving those who they deemed worthy.
Each year that passed, they became even more feared. People would treat them like deities. Some even started cultuating them as the will of the gods.
The Kagerou rule Thorisa until one day.
The day of the betrayal. All the nations agreed that something had to be done. Every single man and woman in Thorisa was subject to their "code". Betrayed by their own lord, the Kagerou were mercilessly slain. Every single one of them, wiped out of existence. Or that was what they thought.
Hidden in the shadows, the last Kagerou disappeared from the world. Ages passed, and their name became an old myth.
Many years later, a rumor began spreading. A name that was long forgotten. The Kagerou.
A very effective assassin and killer, abiding by the same old code. Her name was unknown. Her alias "Fox" was said in hushed tones by important people around Thorisa. Many said that she was only pretending to be a Kagerou to earn money, that the Kagerou were long gone, but a few swore by the fact that the Kagerou weren't dead, "The last Kagerou" they called her.
...
Kasumi's life was a constant battle. Many assassins were sent to take her life. Wishing to protect her identity, she refrained from killing them, instead, always fleeing, never staying for too long at the same town.
She didn't have a "Lord", and didn't cared about one either, Kasumi was different from the other Kagerou. The old code was exactly what it was: old and outdated, it served only to lead the former Kagerou to their demise.
Kasumi didn't wanted to live slave to a "Lord". She wanted her own freedom.
Deciding to serve no one, only her, Kasumi made her mind: She wouldn't make the same mistake as the former Kagerou made. She would live. She would do whatever did her happy and fulfilled. She would only take missions and hunt when she wanted to, she would never offer her body to someone who didn't deserved it, as the female Kagerou did back then. She was her own master.
Occupation: Former assassin/infiltrator
- - - - (Power Matrix)
Primary Focus: Ki
Magical Capabilities:
- Shadow walk: Kasumi is completely invisible and undetectable by any means while on shadows.
- Predator's body: Ancient Kagerou technique reinforces one's body with ki, giving it absurd agility, speed and precision. Unlike other body reinforcing techniques, this one focuses on speed, agility and precision. Although strength and toughness are also enhanced, they are only enhanced about half of what the standard body reinforcing techniques would allow to. Plus it allows her to climb steep walls and move without difficulty even in the roughest terrains.
- One with the dark: Emits an aura of complete darkness around a large area around her. Anyone inside it are completely in the darkness. Although light sources work inside this aura, their effectivity is severely reduced.
Body Modifications: None.
Weapons and Equipment:
-
-
-
-
Specialties:
- Infiltration/Assassination
- Very flexible body
- Knowledgeable about poisons and healing herbs
- Able to craft a myriad of equipment such as alchemical smoke bombs, poisonous smoke, tranquilizer, etc.
- Naturally silent
- Thanks to her abilities, is able to see in the complete darkness
- Survival techniques and first aid |
45,409 | 1,234 | 62 | 2,033 | 9,326 | ~Lila Vyner~
Divers Paradise
Lila followed Mira, the barrage of questions catching her slightly off guard. Should have expected it, really. Most people wouldn't just say 'sure, lets waltz into a potentially dangerous area no questions asked!' She wouldn't. She'd need more information most of the time, but this little venture was just a bit too good to pass up. She wasn't afraid of a calculated risk every now and then. She could at least answer everything Mira was asking, though.
"Not any specific area or contract," Lila answered, leaving the deeper parts of the paradise slowly behind as they made their way towards the exits. "Nothin' official like that. Just something I cooked up on my own after stumbling across some overly chatty and possibly drunk CMAS officers. Now, I don't know the details," Lila began. "But they said something about the CMAS sending some sort of team or something to investigate out in the desert. After a bit of...let's call it, 'intel gatherin' I managed to work out where I think they might possibly be headin, or at least the route they're takin'." The only problem was, she currently didn't have any way of traveling out there. Not without some vehicle of her own or something that she could...'borrow' from another Diver maybe. "So we got some preparations to make and need to get our mitts on some sort of transportation, but whatever the CMAS are doin' out there, could be fun...and might get our mitts on something pretty cool."
By now, they had nearly reached one of the exits. Lila turned to Mira, giving her a smirk.
"And don't worry your pretty head over it. I ain't about sharin' loot with anyone I don't know or trust so it'll be just us. It'll probably be dangerous, but that ain't nothin' new. Them CMAS fucknuts are gonna have to learn the hard way not to fuck with No Man's Land. We just need some supplies, somethin' to carry 'em in...and who knows. Even if it ain't nothing, it'll be worth it just to fuck with the CMAS." | - - - - (Personal Details)
First Name:
Lila
Last Name:
Vyner
Age:
24
Sex:
female
Home Nation:
Saiga
Appearance:
While fairly tall 5'8" and weighing at a 135lbs, Lila is far from intimidating as far as natural looks go. She has blond hair, typically tied up by a red ribbon with dark blue eyes with dark colored skin from days spent working outdoors in the sun. She has a slim, though not unhealthy build with some fairly obvious muscles - she likes to take care of her body as best as she can. A few scars run across her back, as well as her leg and abdomen. Results from a few ill-run ins with things out in No-Man's land.
Typically, she wears thick leather clothes, and keeps a mask drawn up over half her face to protect both her identity and face while working. At her sides, typically rest two self made pistols, and on her belt, ammo. On her back, a modified rifle designed to take out targets at long distances.
Personality:
Lila? Living mostly by herself as made her rough, somewhat on the gruff side and definitely not well mannered. While not intentionally rude or antagonistic, she has almost no filter for what she says and can irk more than quite a few people. She doesn't particularly care, though. If someone gets their panties in a knot over something someone said, they might as well just go get shot. Rather cynical as well, she mostly tends to not work with others unless she's forced, preferring to remain mostly independent.
That said, she isn't particularly unfriendly either. She just prefers being by herself unless she has reason to. The only thing one should watch out for, is getting on her bad side. Once she's set her sights on something - barring death, nothing will stop her from trying to get it. Thankfully, there's not much she wants in life so this shouldn't be much of an issue.
History:
Many would be surprised that if they traced back Lila's origins, it'd be all the way to Saiga. The small, peaceful nation of monks and philosophers who generally don't particularly engage in warfare. Indeed, she was born and raised there for most of the first Seventeen years of her life until she got fed up with the life and left. She had a loving mother and father, as well as a fairly funny old man for a teacher. She had it good, really. But she had always had a bit of a chip on her shoulder and a rebellious streak. Always getting into some small bit of mischief, liked going out of the city and exploring the wilds, much to her parents dismay.
While she didn't have any issue with the monks, their teachings, or their way of life - she was utterly bored being kept there all day and told to study. She could already manifest Ki from quite a young age, but quiet meditation and contemplation was not the way to go about making yourself better with it. Only practical applications of things, ever made one better at something. That was her philosophy and what she's always believed.
One day, when she was about seventeen years old, she had finally got fed up with the quiet life - and left. She learned real quick, that No-man Land wasn't as forgiving and fun to 'explore' as she thought they were. In her first week, all of her supplies she had taken with her, had been either stolen or she had to drop to save her own skin from wild animals and other dangers. She was able to live long enough to make it to Arcadia, and despite the danger No Mans land presented, she couldn't help but to be drawn back to it after a while of resting up. This time though, she'd be more prepared.
Pistols that she'd eventually modify, as well as a rifle. Since then, she's just been exploring and living off of No-Man's land as best she can, making only occasional stops in any of the cities. Sometimes, only a few times a year. Also may or may not have occasionally stolen from people to help with that. Especially the CMAS or any other big organizations that ever wander into No-Man's land for whatever reason.
Occupation:
Diver, outlaw, and self proclaimed explorer.
- - - - (Power Matrix)
Primary Focus:
Ki
Magical Capabilities:
-While most who focus on KI go for raw strength, Lila has decided to go for a more...subtle approach. Increased Speed, Agility, Reflexes, Sight, and Hearing are her main usage of it. She's not going to be doing any instant transmission stuff, but she's an acrobat and one might find her doing ninja flips to avoid bullets and blows whilst simultaneously unleashing a few precise shots of her own.
-Fairly durable, and can take a few hits though she's not going to be dishing out any strong blows.
-Aside from her training with Ki, she has taken up some small form of Arcane training from a brief stint in Arcadia, specifically of the element of Electricity to use in tandem with her guns. Her Arcane Network isn't all that powerful and she can't use it that well, but she can use it enough to charge the guns to fire them. However, it tends to be a bit draining and can be used only a few times before she's exhausted.
-Can manifest it without the guns, but it doesn't have much range and it's not typically lethal. Used mostly to temporarily stun enemies so she can finish them off if they get to close or otherwise unable to use her guns. It can be quite devastating with a combination of martial arts if she has to use them.
Body Modifications:
None
Weapons and Equipment:
-Modified pistols, designed to both function like a regular fire arm, as well as a rail gun when supplied with electricity. Made them herself.
-Rifle, for taking out targets at long distances.
-Several different types of ammo. Explosive rounds (Basically a volatile piece of A/B. Trying to railgun these results in bad times usually), Armor Piercing rounds, and of course regular ammo.
Specialties:
-Basic knowledge of martial arts, though typically reserved for situations she doesn't have her guns.
-Fairly good head on her shoulders, though isn't some big inventor. She's just learned to make do with what she's had, and has learned to jury-rig or modify existing pieces of technology well enough.
-Knows how to survive for extended periods out in No-Mans land.
-Not really helpful, but she doesn't do so well in large crowds or small spaces. |
45,410 | 1,234 | 63 | 1,963 | 1,054 | Oswyn Ainsworth
Diver's Paradise, Western Entrance
Oswyn merely watched as the large man walked off. It seemed he got tired of dealing with his shitty attitude. Much like everyone else. The alchemist shrugged as the other man spoke to him. As the small gathering of people slowly dispersed, Oswyn figured it'd be a good time to get back to what he was doing. Resupplying and then leaving. However a few things weighed on his mind, his curiosity hanging about like a bad smell. 'The orb dudes and the CMAS couldn't possibly be allies.. or could they..?' He pondered as he sat in front of his portable alchemy station, the potions bubbling away as he got lost in thought. He really wanted to meet these 'orb dudes', but they'd surely attack him on sight. There's just not telling what these guys would do.
Perhaps he should get into contact with this Luke person. Maybe he knows more about this. | - - - - (Personal Details)
First Name: Oswyn
Last Name: Ainsworth
Age: 23
Sex: Male
Home Nation: Illon
Appearance:
Oswyn stands at an average 5’7”, weighing around 130lbs. He has medium-short hair (As shown in the picture) and it’s completely white due to failed experiments. His eyes have also become quite clouded, however this is merely by appearance and has no effect on his vision (Alchemy is weird.). Os has quite an athletic body; he may not look strong, but he can still lift some pretty heavy things, like his equipment. Minor burn scars litter his body which were caused by aforementioned ‘failed experiments’. The largest of these scars covers his left forearm.
Oswyn is almost never seen without a white lab coat on, even when he’s out on the field. This coat has two diamond-shaped arcanite crystals which are purple in colour. Under his coat, he wears a white long-sleeved, collared shirt that is unbuttoned at the neck 100% of the time (Why choke yourself?), he also wears a part of black trousers and black leather boots. You probably wouldn’t even know that he was from Illon.
Personality:
Oswyn is quite unconcerned about the happenings in the world, often engrossed in his own work or whatever he’s looking at. If someone was to try to talk to him while he is working, he would either be unresponsive or ask them to assist him by giving them a menial task. If someone is annoying enough, he'll actually respond properly. He will, however, get involved in all sorts of situations in the world if it benefits his research.
He sees no reason to give respect to authority, thus he will talk to anyone in a very casual manner. If he were to be corrected by someone, he would comply in a very sarcastic manner. Oswyn can be quite talkative when he wants to be. Actively exchanging banter if he isn't doing any serious work.
History:
Oswyn had always been a strange child, often choosing to create strange concoctions using any kind of liquid he could find within the general vicinity, but most would say "Like father, like son". Such activities often led to him being scolded by his mother, but praised by his father.. After he ‘accidentally’ injured a group of children with it.
His mother was a Machinist from Teknoh, and his father was an Alchemist from Illon, both of whom were Divers, so it was only natural for him to follow in their footsteps. However, life on the road and in Illon wasn’t as easy as one might imagine. Or rather, it was as difficult as one might imagine. On top of his rigorous studies in alchemy and machinery, Oswyn also had to deal with the homeless ruffians in the streets of Illon. At the time, he had a very weak physique, thus he was beaten up a lot; but this worked out for the better. He became a very resilient person because of it.
As he grew older, he became more experienced in his crafts, he was able to create two pieces of alchemical engineering wonders which one will never see him without. By the age of 20, Oswyn became independent of his parents, seeking his own fortune as a Diver and Alchemist.
Occupation: Diver, 'Doctor', Alchemist
- - - - (Power Matrix)
Primary Focus: Alchemy
Magical Capabilities:
Oswyn possesses a fair amount of Arcane energy within him, however this was never really trained, thus it can only be used to charge A/Bs and create a weak ‘force-field’ around himself, which can only line his body like a suit. Something he learnt from being beaten up so much. This ‘force-field’ is supported by the two small arcanite crystals on his sleeves.
Body Modifications: None
Weapons and Equipment:
Experiment No.1432 (A.K.A Alchemical Rotary Machine Gun)
It looks like an average minigun, however it’s actually the 1432nd attempt at making a stupidly destructive weapon. The last 1431 attempts exploded, each in their own unique ways. The ammunition drum of a ‘normal’ minigun has been replaced with multiple bottles of alchemical liquid that are connected via tube.. Slotted within this gun is a rather large A/B, which operates the rotation, fire mechanism, as well as the crystallization of the liquid. The A/B is also used to create a small barrier on the bottles to prevent them from breaking. When the trigger is pulled, the liquid in the tubes passes the A/B, entering the barrels. As it enters the barrel, the liquid is turned into a crystal, which is then fired out at high velocity. The effect of the crystal bullet is dependent on which bottle of liquid it’s currently set to. The recoil and kick on the minigun is quite easy to control… For Oswyn that is.
This gun is pretty ‘easy’ to store as the barrels can retract to some extent. The gun has a long shoulder sling, allowing him to let it sit diagonally across his back and have quick access to it if need be.
So the question is, “Why a minigun?”
The answer is “Why the fuck not?”
Experiment No. 1431.5 (Alchemical Revolver)
“So, does Oswyn have any… smaller weapons?”
Yes. Yes he does.
Experiment No. 1431.5 is a weapon that was miraculously created without a hitch.. Yet. This revolver works off the same premise as the minigun, except in a smaller, more compact form.. Which is less destructive, but still as deadly, depending on the type of shot. Each chamber of the cylinder holds a small amount of alchemical fluid, however the cylinder doesn’t rotate after firing, allowing Oswyn full control over what’s actually being shot out.
Other nice things:
Oswyn carries around a mobile alchemy station, as well as many dangerous and volatile chemicals, within his sling bag. He also had a few potions slotted into his belt. The effects of which are only known to him. He also has a gas mask.
Specialties:
- Very good at understanding the situation, but not the feelings of others
- Surprisingly, he’s a good cook.
- Good at tripping over things. |
45,411 | 1,234 | 64 | 985 | 319 | Illuna Forest
At the...disturbance?
Sulfrax took a long pause to stare at the tiny drunken man with an odd-looking gun running around in circles and spouting nonsense. He had been distracted by this? Of course it would start a fire. It was likely too stupid to use whatever sort of cannon that was in the first place, let alone use it safely. Even its arcane network looked like a strange jumbled mess that he didn't care enough to make heads or tails of. There was only one thing he came to care about after his quick analysis.
He didn't like it.
"This little...thing, is already annoying me, and I don't even know its name. I thought there was a chance of being ambushed by a beast or assassin. I'd rather be in Illon facing Dictator Yvin right now. I'm tempted to kill it, if it doesn't make itself useful and leave." Sulfrax's fingers twitched a little. His disregard for life was showing, although it could be arguably justified against the smelly dwarf. | - - - - (Personal Details)
First Name: Sulfrax
Last Name: Lauchlin
Age: 37 (Physically 26)
Sex: Male
Home Nation: Hyznia
Sulfrax is a somewhat short individual for a man, standing at 5'7" and weighing only about 110 lb. His skin is very pale, with bright silver eyes, and very recognizable bright magenta hair kept somewhat short, barely covering his ears and the back of his neck, with hardly any bangs covering his forehead. His garb is very traditional of a mage, especially from Hyznia. He's commonly seen in a deep, deep blue hooded robe, almost black, and somewhat over-sized for him, with the hood hanging slightly over his eyes and the base occasionally dragging along the ground. His arms and legs are covered up just past the elbows and above the knees in black leather straps, adorned with several arcane runes, although his sleeves hang past his hands so these always noticeable. Regardless of his common garbs, he is a well-recognized presence across all of the Nations, a powerful Arch Mage responsible in the ability to create the arcane node being used for the survey and expansion projects.
Personality: "If you want to chase dreams, then go back to sleep. If you want to achieve ambitions, then get back to work."
Sulfrax is extremely detached and calculative. His only ambitions at this point seem to be towards furthering the knowledge of the arcane, and towards enhancing his already infamous magical prowess. While he is more widely known as a brilliant mind and an example for those with ambitions of power and knowledge, over the past several years he has gradually faded from the public eye, his known deeds rarely mentioned, and himself becoming more of a recluse, both politically and personally. His mental stability is often called into check, and his continued study of the arcane has gone from diligent to obsessive. He will change both moral views and objectives seemingly at a whim, as long as they meet the criteria of benefiting himself, or his arcane knowledge as a whole.
History:Sulfrax was a well-respected and famous Arch Mage, directly responsible for the ability to create a synthetic arcane node. Ten years prior, Arcadia announced it's creation of a functioning synthetic arcane node. At this same time, the famous arch mage became infamous. He was taken off of development teams, slowly stripped of authority, and fell from the public eye, at a pace that garnered questions from very few. None are sure why this has happened, but regardless, Sulfrax's impact on the magical community over the years remains. Any proper scholar or even ranked mage would know him at a moment's notice, for none could contain the books written of him.
Occupation: Ex-CMAS Arch Mage, former head of the S-S Project, former Hyznian scholar.
- - - - (Power Matrix)
Primary Focus: Arcane
Magical Capabilities: Being a (former) Arch Mage of his talent, his mastery of the arcane is well-renowned, and properly feared. His repertoire is vast, consisting of elemental, mental, and physical manipulation on a grand scale, all while using his arcane network to pinpoint efficiency. Rumors since his fall from the public eye have been varied, with some saying that he must have lost power...or has only been gaining more without government distractions.
Body Modifications: Apparently none.
Weapons and Equipment: A small satchel beneath his robe carries a notebook, where he keeps notes for future archiving, as well as a roll of spare leather wrappings. The leather bindings on his arms and legs must have some arcane property, but it is not apparent what.
Specialties: Sulfrax has studied the arcane to the (apparent) point of madness. Only the ridiculously obscure and obscene in the realm of magic would surprise him. Being a magic-happy recluse doesn't exactly do wonders for the physical body though; he's quite weak in muscle and slow on foot, often using magic for even mundane tasks. Despite this, he doesn't seem to tire easily, although whether his stamina is natural or not could be questionable. |
45,412 | 1,234 | 65 | 937 | 10 | Heedy Haw Haw The Disturbed
Where all the wood's burning
Heedy Haw Haw pauses, noting he saw the same tree for the fiftieth gazillioth millionth time. He looks up at the B-rated horror villain and his compatriot, then immediately pulls out his flask and takes a solid drunk. "Nope. Not okay. I got asshat McGee callin' me an it and threatenin' my life cuz he's got an edge complex sharp enough to kill 'emself with." He gives the three round "ammunition chamber" of the B.O.B. cannon a test spin and looks up at said grumpy-face frilly pants McGee.
"Although if yaz expectin' good 'ol Heedy Haw Haw to waste his time play destroyer of frilly asshats, then fetch yourself a beer cuz I ain't here to do that. Ya'll know anythin' bout the smoke smell goin' about?" | - - - - (Personal Details)
First Name: Heedy
Last Name: Haw Haw
Age: *Hic*
Sex: Male
Home Nation: Satan’s Asshole (not really but he’s drunk)
Appearance: HEEDY HAW HAW, is a short, 3’ 9” tall man who wears a bucket on his head. It is made of tin, and it keeps the sanity out and the sanity in and the sanity in all the right places and the sanity in the bottle too! He wears a magnificent white beard, full of alcoholic scent, dirt, random people’s mother’s...things, and white! His wonderful coat, stained from last night's margarita mix, houses enough pockets and the like to store over thirty thousand lost emails.
He carries multiple packs on his person, each full of ammunition and alcohol to fuel his latest experiment, the S.O.B. Cannon.
The S.O.B. (Shittons of Booze) Cannon is a state of the art, BoozeTech grade heavy weapon that requires one hand to fire, one hand to aim, one hand to fill it, and one hand to give a kiss when it’s time for bed. It’s long, grey barrel can leave any performing man feeling lacking from its length, its powerful triple revolver chamber...probably makes no relevance. A singular pouring slot rests at the top of the revolver chambers, ready for the next shot of whatever to come pouring in
Personality: He’s a heavy drunk, always testing out the taste, kick, and power of the concoctions he may or may not have on his person. He’s loud, explosive, and drunk as much as possible. So much that it’s likely that he’ll never experience a hangover...because he’s never not drunk. The world is his playground, and the bed for he and his cannon to rest on when shit gives ugly and he needs a drinking break. Did he mention how drunk he is?
When he’s drinking, he’s working on his so called BoozeTech creations which at the moment solely consist of the S.O.B. Cannon. His official title, listed on his Diver’s License, is The BoozeTech Magus.
History: Heedy Haw Haw remembers extremely little of his past. In fact the only thing he does remember is how many drinks he hasn’t had. Which is all of them. The majority of his life spent so far has been under a table, lips on a bottle, or face on a workbench as he goes day by day living it to the fullest, then emptiest, then fullest again after he gets another beer.
He does keep some sort of book though, that he doesn’t let anyone look at. Those who have managed to look at it, find only blank pages in the book. Yet Heedy manages to write in it every day, and vividly recall what he wrote where.
Occupation: Driver, under the callsign BoozeTech Magus.
- - - - (Power Matrix)
Primary Focus: Alchemical, because fuck you he shoots booze
Magical Capabilities:
Alcholocaust: Due to the sheer amount of alcoholic consumption that Heedy Haw Haw has undergone, his body’s arcane network has adapted to the sheer amount of mind altering effects from the alcohol. He is immune to mind altering/controlling
effects.
BoozeTech Magi: If Heedy Haw Haw has a machine that he can pour alcohol into, it will work. He himself has no idea how it explains it, but due to his unrealized mastery of drinking so much, his arcane network has adapted. he can tap into that adaptation to cause machines, for a short amount of time, to alter and be fueled by the booze intake in a manner that Heedy Haw Haw may or may not want.
Body Modifications:
BoozeTech Infuser: In the form of his tin cap, Heedy Haw Haw can use his Arcane Network to charge at most two bottles or cans of booze at a time. Simply slide them into the slot and his drunk booziness will do the rest. Each charge requires three hours at least to appropriately infuse the alcohol with Arcane Energy.
Weapons and Equipment:
The S.O.B. Cannon: Each shot of Arcane Booze supplies six shots of randomosity.
BoozeBoots: His steps, staggery and weird, will never have him fall over.
Jacketized Aim Stablization: An attachment on Heedy’s outfit that allows his drunken self to compensate for the loss of everything forever when hipfiring with his cannon
Specialties: Engineering, Explosives, Wine-tasting, Booze tasting, exploration, Bullshitting, fourth wallbreaking, More Bullshitting, Sensing Motives, Drinking, Bullshiting Especially, and Counting. |
45,413 | 1,234 | 66 | 2,400 | 2,975 | Illon, Reginald's Quarters
"Ahoy!" A raspy voice called out joyfully. Pride spun towards it and summoned a layer of Ki around his hands, forming visible claws that protruded past her fingertips and resembled those of a beast. A unique trait among Ki users, the ability to manifest Ki outside the body, even if only slightly. The approaching figure became clear as day, not hidden by any trickery, and revealing himself as a relatively tall, lanky man with long silver hair that he kept tied back in a braided ponytail. He widened his hands and offered a sparkling white smile, wide as he could manage. His skin was pale, similar to that of a dead man, and his eyes were hollow, white as well with slightly faded pupils. Peculiar, that it was. His features were strange, from his pale skin and hair, down to his elongated, sharpened canines. This man was trouble, but he walked without alertness in his stride. "Aren't we out past our bedtimes, oh but what a silly fool I'm being as the sun is still high, Idiot! Greetings, salutations, a bundle of hellos, to my two new friends of the Seven Sins! Pardon me for asking, I'm quite uninformed about this region's deadliest, but would you be so kind as to offer me your names?" The man asked, shifting the speed and tone of his voice at random. He spoke with a melody in his voice sometimes, and shrilly with increased tempo others, with the occasional brutish overtone that made him sound more vicious than he initially appeared. Pride looked to Lust for a moment, somewhat puzzled on how to proceed.
"He is the source of this wretched Ki," Pride said, "He was present in Reginald's chamber, but.."
"Oh, pish posh! Accusations so soon? We've only just met!" The stranger said, bowing politely. His new posture revealed a long, straight blade, sheathed on his back. It was at least 5 feet in length, unusually long, and had a black hilt that seemed to suck all light away. "I am called Damien Valefor," The man stated, "Kust call me Vale, if you'd please," He hissed. | Characters of Importance
- - - - CMAS Officials
- - - - (Personal Details)
First Name: Sydney
Last Name: Duvell
Age: 34
Sex: Male
Home Nation: Arcadia
Appearance: Standing 5'6'' and weighing in at 130 lb's, Sydney is not a man of tall stature. His build is very slim, but one wouldn't notice past the gaudy purple robes that he wears whenever he is in public. Sydney's hair is bleach blonde, and rather long, passing his shoulders entirely. His facial features are smooth, giving him a pointed chin, glossy lips and a pair of thin, menacing eyes.
Personality: Sydney is refined, but impatient. Unlike many others who hold positions of power, he can be very rash in making his decisions, and often acts on his own selfish desires, while maintaining a facade of professionalism to hide his true intentions. When speaking, he often interrupts others, and speaks as if his word is law. The power of becoming the head of the CMAS has definitely gone to his head.
Occupation: Head of the CMAS
- - - - (Personal Details)
First Name: Yvette
Last Name: Eridal
Age: 32
Sex: Female
Home Nation: Arcadia
Appearance: Yvette is a fairly tall, bright-skinned woman standing at about 5'8'' and weighs in at a lean 155 lbs. Her body type is very muscular, but it would be hard to notice as she often coats herself in a unique uniform that signifies her as the leader of Survey Group Alpha. The uniform consists of a pair of black slacks, a thick, but flexible blue overcoat with a single silver eyes embedded over the right breast, and a black undershirt. Her bust is medium, but her other curves do not stand out very much. Her hair is a couple inches long, dyed completely red, and messy in appearance. Most Yvette's facial features are very rough, but her eyes stand out with a strong shade of green, and a very elegant shaping. Her mouth is plump, but her nose is crooked, with a visible scar running down the bridge length-wise.
Personality: Yvette is very stern, and to-the-point at nearly all times of the day. She responds to all inquiries curtly, and shrugs off most insults, showing little regard for any who disrespect her. It's very rare to see Yvette express any form of anger, but when she does, she speaks very erratically and makes herself look like a fool. At rest, Yvette tries her best to be courteous without seeming like a weak-willed civilian, retaining her stern composure, even around other civilians and family.
Occupation: Previous Head of Survey Group Alpha
- - - - (Personal Details)
First Name: Sarah
Last Name: Eridal
Age: 32
Sex: Female
Home Nation: Arcadia
Appearance: Sarah looked almost identical to Yvette in all manners of speaking, as they are technically fraternal twins. The differences in their appears lie in their hair color, Sarah's being pink, Eye color, again Sarah's being pink, and muscular structure, with Sarah looking rather slender as opposed to very muscular. Otherwise, they look very similar to the point where it would be difficult to distinguish between them.
Personality: Sarah is firm, and immovable in her law. Her ranking is warranted, as she follows and hands out orders without a flaw. Her disposition is very, to put it simply, scary. She often puts on a fake smile, accompanied by a gentle disposition, which throws people off, making them a little too comfortable around her at times.
Occupation: Head director of CMAS HQ Hyznia Branch
- - - - (Personal Details)
First Name: Brian
Last Name: Tormal
Age: 24
Sex: Male
Home Nation: Arcadia
Appearance: Brian is a very frail looking tan-skinned young man standing only 5'6'' tall and weighing in at a measily 135 lbs. His uniform matches that of Yvette's but the top coat lacks much of Yvette's luster, and the eye over the right breast is made of copper. Brian's facial features are very mundane, aside from his almost black iris' and his messy bright orange hair.
Personality: Brian is a coward, short and simple, but a kind coward nonetheless. He places a lot of value in maintaining the happiness of his friends, family, and civilians of Arcadia. Hell, he'd prefer everyone was smiling, unless they have an aura of negative consequence about them. Brian is incapable of any sort of rude gesture, even when backed against the wall, making him relatively worthless in combat. He is however, particularly intelligent, and prides himself on his arcane knowledge as a scientist within the CMAS.
Occupation: Detection Officer
- - - - Popular Divers
- - - - (Personal Details)
First Name: Lucas
Last Name: Juuno
Age: 26
Sex: Male
Home Nation: Unknown
Appearance: Luke stand about 5'8'' and weight around 150 lbs. He puts most of his body on display rather willingly, wearing a pair of shorts, and a vest that is clearly far too small for his upper body, letting his abs breath for the world to see. His face is very rugged, covered predominantly with a thin layer of facial hair, and framed by his short, brown bangs. His eyes are a very light shade of green, and he has a thin nose that looks like it's way too small for his thick, bony face. Luke has a very large scar over his heart as well.
Personality: Light-hearted and eager to make people smile, Luke comes off as everyone's best friend. Nobody could hate him! Except for when he tries his best to sound intelligent. 'Smart' or 'Professional' are the last words anyone would use to describe him. Although he's lovable, and has a good heart, Luke is a moron, and often doesn't think before he speaks. A free spirit who prefers chaos to order, really.
Occupation: Self proclaimed head of the Divers.
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Last Name:
Age:
Sex:
Home Nation:
Appearance:
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45,414 | 1,234 | 67 | 2,400 | 2,975 | Divers Paradise
A shriek of pure terror ripped across the entire breadth of Diver's Paradise, sounding loud enough to alert Anyone inside the cavernous space. It was Abigail Mara, a casual Diver who's ear-rending vocal magics made monsters flee in fear. With he last breath, however, she'd done well enough to alert the entire cavern to her distress. Only a few hours after the CMAS attack, the local Divers were under attack once again.
Divers Paradise, East Entrance
Luke immediately backed away from Jenso and Len, shocked by the sudden burst of noise. He recognized it immediately, Abigail's voice, just as he'd recognize any other unique magical prowess among the Divers in his paradise. "Abbie??" Luke croaked, moving towards the edge of the eastern overlook, and scanning the many facilities within the pit of the Paradise. "Jenso, hey! Jenso!" He called out, immediately trying to catch the man's attention when he noticed that something wasn't right. "Everyone! Everybody, scatter! We're under attack!"
The streets and paths below him were suddenly tainted with chaos. In mere moments, men and woman were being pulled out of plain view and into the shadows. A chorus of screams rang out briefly, one after another, only to be silenced by whoever had pulled them aside to begin with. Luke caught sight of a few victims before they'd been disabled, at least 5 Divers he'd recognized by name, and shook his head angrily.
These new attackers were specifically targeting the most powerful Divers in the paradise.
"Shit! Shit! Shit!! Shit!!!" Luke howled, turned towards the exit ramp as quickly as he could. But before he could leave, another scream echoed from behind him, further back to where the Pillar had been undergoing repairs. Another man he'd recognized, Tulio, was pulled behind a pile of stone by one of the Divers that were initially working with Len. Not moments later, the two aggressive Divers behind Len, lurched towards him and Jenso with spherical objects in their hands, eager to press them against the skin of their new targets. "Jenso, Len!" Luke shouted, too late to assist either of them with his own strength. He hoped dearly that it was enough, that they would turn around and fend off their attackers without issue.
Diver's Paradise, Western Entrance
After the initial shriek, there were more, and more. Shouts of agony, whiffed out one after another but an unknown threat. Oswyn could hear it all, but one voice rang familiar. It was Kevin's, closer than any other, not too far from where he'd been set up. Such a powerful man, at least in theory, was shouting for help. But his voice was not immediately snuffed out. What in the world was happening? | Characters of Importance
- - - - CMAS Officials
- - - - (Personal Details)
First Name: Sydney
Last Name: Duvell
Age: 34
Sex: Male
Home Nation: Arcadia
Appearance: Standing 5'6'' and weighing in at 130 lb's, Sydney is not a man of tall stature. His build is very slim, but one wouldn't notice past the gaudy purple robes that he wears whenever he is in public. Sydney's hair is bleach blonde, and rather long, passing his shoulders entirely. His facial features are smooth, giving him a pointed chin, glossy lips and a pair of thin, menacing eyes.
Personality: Sydney is refined, but impatient. Unlike many others who hold positions of power, he can be very rash in making his decisions, and often acts on his own selfish desires, while maintaining a facade of professionalism to hide his true intentions. When speaking, he often interrupts others, and speaks as if his word is law. The power of becoming the head of the CMAS has definitely gone to his head.
Occupation: Head of the CMAS
- - - - (Personal Details)
First Name: Yvette
Last Name: Eridal
Age: 32
Sex: Female
Home Nation: Arcadia
Appearance: Yvette is a fairly tall, bright-skinned woman standing at about 5'8'' and weighs in at a lean 155 lbs. Her body type is very muscular, but it would be hard to notice as she often coats herself in a unique uniform that signifies her as the leader of Survey Group Alpha. The uniform consists of a pair of black slacks, a thick, but flexible blue overcoat with a single silver eyes embedded over the right breast, and a black undershirt. Her bust is medium, but her other curves do not stand out very much. Her hair is a couple inches long, dyed completely red, and messy in appearance. Most Yvette's facial features are very rough, but her eyes stand out with a strong shade of green, and a very elegant shaping. Her mouth is plump, but her nose is crooked, with a visible scar running down the bridge length-wise.
Personality: Yvette is very stern, and to-the-point at nearly all times of the day. She responds to all inquiries curtly, and shrugs off most insults, showing little regard for any who disrespect her. It's very rare to see Yvette express any form of anger, but when she does, she speaks very erratically and makes herself look like a fool. At rest, Yvette tries her best to be courteous without seeming like a weak-willed civilian, retaining her stern composure, even around other civilians and family.
Occupation: Previous Head of Survey Group Alpha
- - - - (Personal Details)
First Name: Sarah
Last Name: Eridal
Age: 32
Sex: Female
Home Nation: Arcadia
Appearance: Sarah looked almost identical to Yvette in all manners of speaking, as they are technically fraternal twins. The differences in their appears lie in their hair color, Sarah's being pink, Eye color, again Sarah's being pink, and muscular structure, with Sarah looking rather slender as opposed to very muscular. Otherwise, they look very similar to the point where it would be difficult to distinguish between them.
Personality: Sarah is firm, and immovable in her law. Her ranking is warranted, as she follows and hands out orders without a flaw. Her disposition is very, to put it simply, scary. She often puts on a fake smile, accompanied by a gentle disposition, which throws people off, making them a little too comfortable around her at times.
Occupation: Head director of CMAS HQ Hyznia Branch
- - - - (Personal Details)
First Name: Brian
Last Name: Tormal
Age: 24
Sex: Male
Home Nation: Arcadia
Appearance: Brian is a very frail looking tan-skinned young man standing only 5'6'' tall and weighing in at a measily 135 lbs. His uniform matches that of Yvette's but the top coat lacks much of Yvette's luster, and the eye over the right breast is made of copper. Brian's facial features are very mundane, aside from his almost black iris' and his messy bright orange hair.
Personality: Brian is a coward, short and simple, but a kind coward nonetheless. He places a lot of value in maintaining the happiness of his friends, family, and civilians of Arcadia. Hell, he'd prefer everyone was smiling, unless they have an aura of negative consequence about them. Brian is incapable of any sort of rude gesture, even when backed against the wall, making him relatively worthless in combat. He is however, particularly intelligent, and prides himself on his arcane knowledge as a scientist within the CMAS.
Occupation: Detection Officer
- - - - Popular Divers
- - - - (Personal Details)
First Name: Lucas
Last Name: Juuno
Age: 26
Sex: Male
Home Nation: Unknown
Appearance: Luke stand about 5'8'' and weight around 150 lbs. He puts most of his body on display rather willingly, wearing a pair of shorts, and a vest that is clearly far too small for his upper body, letting his abs breath for the world to see. His face is very rugged, covered predominantly with a thin layer of facial hair, and framed by his short, brown bangs. His eyes are a very light shade of green, and he has a thin nose that looks like it's way too small for his thick, bony face. Luke has a very large scar over his heart as well.
Personality: Light-hearted and eager to make people smile, Luke comes off as everyone's best friend. Nobody could hate him! Except for when he tries his best to sound intelligent. 'Smart' or 'Professional' are the last words anyone would use to describe him. Although he's lovable, and has a good heart, Luke is a moron, and often doesn't think before he speaks. A free spirit who prefers chaos to order, really.
Occupation: Self proclaimed head of the Divers.
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45,415 | 1,234 | 68 | 1,132 | 1,873 | Divers Paradise, East Entrance
Jenso stared in shock as he heard the scream and got in a combat stance immediately. Had the CMAS already launched another attack? He looked over to Luke as he shouted his name, about to dash to Luke's side in order to ask him what was going on. Things happened rather quickly before he could do so however, and two divers were already about to attack himself and Len as Luke shouted a warning. Jenso turned to face the incoming attackers and saw that they were Divers rather then CMAS troops. 'More bounty hunters..?' He thought, unsure why else a group of Divers would turn against Luke and other strong Divers. It was possible that some of them no longer felt safe under Luke's rule, but Jenso wouldn't be able to find out right now.
As one of the attackers rushed at him, he took note of the spherical objects in their hands. They didn't seem harmful at first glance, but Jenso has no intention of letting his guard down. As the Diver tried to push the spheres into him, Jenso attempted to duck under the incoming strike and attempted to grab the man's wrists with his hands. He thrusted his left knee forward after doing so, aiming for the man's stomach. "I don't know who you are, but you messed with the wrong people!" He barked in an angry tone. The Divers were still recovering from the attack from the CMAS, and now this? Jenso certainly wasn't happy, mainly because the Divers would suffer even more now. | - - - - (Personal Details)
First Name: Jenso
Age: 23
Sex: Male
Home Nation: Arcadia
Personality: He is a cheerful and nice person. He enjoys adventure and some combat along the way. He will do his best to protect those he cares about. He isn't one to start fights, but certainly would never back down from one. He respects strong opponents. He tends to be somewhat careless and hold back when entering combat with a new foe however, which could end up badly for him. He only gets serious when he really needs too. He is usually not one to kill, but will do so if absolutely nessecary.
History: Jenso had always been told within Arcadia that Divers were the scum of society, as they would venture into the lands beyond recklessly. He was always fascinated by them, however, wanting to discover what was within these large unexplored lands. He is intrigued by all the things that can be found. If he were to find a powerful relic or certain info, he would make sure it would not end up with the wrong person.
- - - - (Power Matrix)
Primary Focus: Ki
Magical Capabilities:
- Due to the high Ki within his body, he has super strength and high durability.
-Flame creation and manipulation.
- He is able to absorb any flame attacks with his palms. He can absorb flames from all over his body, but only those that he creates from his own arcane network. Besides this, he can still be hurt by any flame attacks, as flames that are not part of his arcane network can still burn him.
- Fire Solidification. Able to use flames to make a flame hammer that inflicts both physical and burning damage. The handle would be 122 centimeters, the hammerhead's height would be 51 cm and the length would be 75 cm. The hammer would essentially have the durability that a steel hammer would have. It's also light as a feather, due to being made out of flames.
Weapons and Equipment: Plenty of bandages, and a backpack of basic supplies.
Specialties: Basic martial arts. |
45,416 | 1,234 | 69 | 1 | 1,947 | Illon, Slums
Kasumi
The moment he bowed down, showing its blade, Kasumi's fingers tensed around the needles
"Pride, don't take your eyes off him, even for a second. We don't know his abilities, nor anything about him." she whispered to her
"You are in a very delicate position, Damien Valefor." Kasumi said, walking around the man, watching every movement he made, analyzing him.
"Reginald is dead. Just like many others. They met their demise in similar circumstances as Reginald. And you are the main suspect." she said.
"Reginald was a powerful Archmage. To kill an archmage without any resistance, and getting out of there without without any trace but some clumps of hair and a small cut on the window? And this weird aura you emanate... We know that you were there, Mr. Valefor." she said, standing behind him, with Pride just in front of the man.
"I suggest you drop your tone, and start explaining yourself. The only reason you are still alive is because we need information. Be careful with what you will say, we are not known for being merciful."
"Who are you working for? What were your reasons to kill Reginald?" Kasumi asked, hissing. Her eyes piercing the man, with a predatory glare.
"And don't you dare to try escaping, doing anything funny or using this beautiful blade on your back. If you do... be prepared, because I DO like to... play... with my prey before killing them." she said, licking her lips with a grin. | - - - - (Personal Details)
First Name: Kasumi "Fox" "The last Kagerou"
Last Name: Kuromoto
Age: 19
Sex: Female
Home Nation: A small island on the south-east of Thorisa. Home to the now extinct group, the Kagerou.
Appearance: Purplish, long hair, usually adorned with beads and strings. Two locks of hair are tied with a blue neon string.
Standing at 1.70m, she is of an exotic beauty. Slender, flexible and athletic body, shaped by years of training. Mysterious and treacherous eyes coupled with a mysterious smile draws the attention of those who look at her.
Casually she wears a brown buttoned coat with black pants, but while in a mission, her attire of choice is a black leather suit, with a hoodied cape made of straps of black cloth, making it easier for her to blend in the environment while dark and move silently. Her armor isn't fancy or complex. It wasn't made for being flashy or beautiful, it was made to be effective and not restrict her movements. The cloak can even look raggedy with the black straps dangling around, but it fills its purpose perfectly.
Personality: Kasumi is a trained assassin and accomplished infiltrator, sure, but at the same time she is still a 19 years old girl. While in a mission she is very focused and centered. When blood is drawn though, she fights with a smile on her face, enjoying the hunt. Her eyes and expression are of excitedness and joy, while she pounces on her prey with a wild, fast and furious style.
Outside of combat she has a very fox like behavior. Cunning, manipulative, flirty and provocative, she enjoys provocating others, particularly those she find interesting or men which she finds attractive. She wont refrain from using her charm to get what she wants, but can be surprisingly warm and sweet to those who are able to earn her trust and admiration.
History: Kagerou, a group of very select individuals. Sons of the shadows they were called. The best assassins and infiltrators. Different from other mercenaries though, Kagerous were famous for abiding by the "old code". They offered their services only to those who they deemed "worthy" and with goals who were worthy of them. Their loyalty was absolute, and would not betray their "lord" or left his side until his death or the completion of said goal. Not surprisingly, those who had their blades by their sides, had every information they needed, and their blade would reach everywhere. There was no escape to a person marked by the Kagerou.
Due to this, they became very feared. Their names were synonym of an unstoppable force. Even nations feared them. They were actually not serving, but controlling the path that Thorisa would follow by serving those who they deemed worthy.
Each year that passed, they became even more feared. People would treat them like deities. Some even started cultuating them as the will of the gods.
The Kagerou rule Thorisa until one day.
The day of the betrayal. All the nations agreed that something had to be done. Every single man and woman in Thorisa was subject to their "code". Betrayed by their own lord, the Kagerou were mercilessly slain. Every single one of them, wiped out of existence. Or that was what they thought.
Hidden in the shadows, the last Kagerou disappeared from the world. Ages passed, and their name became an old myth.
Many years later, a rumor began spreading. A name that was long forgotten. The Kagerou.
A very effective assassin and killer, abiding by the same old code. Her name was unknown. Her alias "Fox" was said in hushed tones by important people around Thorisa. Many said that she was only pretending to be a Kagerou to earn money, that the Kagerou were long gone, but a few swore by the fact that the Kagerou weren't dead, "The last Kagerou" they called her.
...
Kasumi's life was a constant battle. Many assassins were sent to take her life. Wishing to protect her identity, she refrained from killing them, instead, always fleeing, never staying for too long at the same town.
She didn't have a "Lord", and didn't cared about one either, Kasumi was different from the other Kagerou. The old code was exactly what it was: old and outdated, it served only to lead the former Kagerou to their demise.
Kasumi didn't wanted to live slave to a "Lord". She wanted her own freedom.
Deciding to serve no one, only her, Kasumi made her mind: She wouldn't make the same mistake as the former Kagerou made. She would live. She would do whatever did her happy and fulfilled. She would only take missions and hunt when she wanted to, she would never offer her body to someone who didn't deserved it, as the female Kagerou did back then. She was her own master.
Occupation: Former assassin/infiltrator
- - - - (Power Matrix)
Primary Focus: Ki
Magical Capabilities:
- Shadow walk: Kasumi is completely invisible and undetectable by any means while on shadows.
- Predator's body: Ancient Kagerou technique reinforces one's body with ki, giving it absurd agility, speed and precision. Unlike other body reinforcing techniques, this one focuses on speed, agility and precision. Although strength and toughness are also enhanced, they are only enhanced about half of what the standard body reinforcing techniques would allow to. Plus it allows her to climb steep walls and move without difficulty even in the roughest terrains.
- One with the dark: Emits an aura of complete darkness around a large area around her. Anyone inside it are completely in the darkness. Although light sources work inside this aura, their effectivity is severely reduced.
Body Modifications: None.
Weapons and Equipment:
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Specialties:
- Infiltration/Assassination
- Very flexible body
- Knowledgeable about poisons and healing herbs
- Able to craft a myriad of equipment such as alchemical smoke bombs, poisonous smoke, tranquilizer, etc.
- Naturally silent
- Thanks to her abilities, is able to see in the complete darkness
- Survival techniques and first aid |
45,417 | 1,234 | 70 | 1,963 | 1,054 | Oswyn Ainsworth
Diver's Paradise, Western Entrance
Oswyn clicked his tongue in irritation as people began screaming for help all around. He couldn't catch a break, he just wanted to restock his potions and be gone. Obviously he picked the wrong time to be here. A familiar voice screamed nearby. It was that angry guy's voice, how interesting to hear it in such a state. The alchemist sighed as he packed up his table once again, swiftly placing everything back under the rock. It couldn't be the CMAS, they only just passed through. Perhaps it was the orb dudes? Here's a good opportunity. Interrogation time.
He shifted his gun from his back, getting it ready for a fight if need be. He quickly walked over to the nearby scream, not wanting to run as that would consume too much energy. "Can't a guy resupply in peace around here?" He grumbled as he arrived at the scene, his lab-coat fluttering dramatically in the slight breeze. | - - - - (Personal Details)
First Name: Oswyn
Last Name: Ainsworth
Age: 23
Sex: Male
Home Nation: Illon
Appearance:
Oswyn stands at an average 5’7”, weighing around 130lbs. He has medium-short hair (As shown in the picture) and it’s completely white due to failed experiments. His eyes have also become quite clouded, however this is merely by appearance and has no effect on his vision (Alchemy is weird.). Os has quite an athletic body; he may not look strong, but he can still lift some pretty heavy things, like his equipment. Minor burn scars litter his body which were caused by aforementioned ‘failed experiments’. The largest of these scars covers his left forearm.
Oswyn is almost never seen without a white lab coat on, even when he’s out on the field. This coat has two diamond-shaped arcanite crystals which are purple in colour. Under his coat, he wears a white long-sleeved, collared shirt that is unbuttoned at the neck 100% of the time (Why choke yourself?), he also wears a part of black trousers and black leather boots. You probably wouldn’t even know that he was from Illon.
Personality:
Oswyn is quite unconcerned about the happenings in the world, often engrossed in his own work or whatever he’s looking at. If someone was to try to talk to him while he is working, he would either be unresponsive or ask them to assist him by giving them a menial task. If someone is annoying enough, he'll actually respond properly. He will, however, get involved in all sorts of situations in the world if it benefits his research.
He sees no reason to give respect to authority, thus he will talk to anyone in a very casual manner. If he were to be corrected by someone, he would comply in a very sarcastic manner. Oswyn can be quite talkative when he wants to be. Actively exchanging banter if he isn't doing any serious work.
History:
Oswyn had always been a strange child, often choosing to create strange concoctions using any kind of liquid he could find within the general vicinity, but most would say "Like father, like son". Such activities often led to him being scolded by his mother, but praised by his father.. After he ‘accidentally’ injured a group of children with it.
His mother was a Machinist from Teknoh, and his father was an Alchemist from Illon, both of whom were Divers, so it was only natural for him to follow in their footsteps. However, life on the road and in Illon wasn’t as easy as one might imagine. Or rather, it was as difficult as one might imagine. On top of his rigorous studies in alchemy and machinery, Oswyn also had to deal with the homeless ruffians in the streets of Illon. At the time, he had a very weak physique, thus he was beaten up a lot; but this worked out for the better. He became a very resilient person because of it.
As he grew older, he became more experienced in his crafts, he was able to create two pieces of alchemical engineering wonders which one will never see him without. By the age of 20, Oswyn became independent of his parents, seeking his own fortune as a Diver and Alchemist.
Occupation: Diver, 'Doctor', Alchemist
- - - - (Power Matrix)
Primary Focus: Alchemy
Magical Capabilities:
Oswyn possesses a fair amount of Arcane energy within him, however this was never really trained, thus it can only be used to charge A/Bs and create a weak ‘force-field’ around himself, which can only line his body like a suit. Something he learnt from being beaten up so much. This ‘force-field’ is supported by the two small arcanite crystals on his sleeves.
Body Modifications: None
Weapons and Equipment:
Experiment No.1432 (A.K.A Alchemical Rotary Machine Gun)
It looks like an average minigun, however it’s actually the 1432nd attempt at making a stupidly destructive weapon. The last 1431 attempts exploded, each in their own unique ways. The ammunition drum of a ‘normal’ minigun has been replaced with multiple bottles of alchemical liquid that are connected via tube.. Slotted within this gun is a rather large A/B, which operates the rotation, fire mechanism, as well as the crystallization of the liquid. The A/B is also used to create a small barrier on the bottles to prevent them from breaking. When the trigger is pulled, the liquid in the tubes passes the A/B, entering the barrels. As it enters the barrel, the liquid is turned into a crystal, which is then fired out at high velocity. The effect of the crystal bullet is dependent on which bottle of liquid it’s currently set to. The recoil and kick on the minigun is quite easy to control… For Oswyn that is.
This gun is pretty ‘easy’ to store as the barrels can retract to some extent. The gun has a long shoulder sling, allowing him to let it sit diagonally across his back and have quick access to it if need be.
So the question is, “Why a minigun?”
The answer is “Why the fuck not?”
Experiment No. 1431.5 (Alchemical Revolver)
“So, does Oswyn have any… smaller weapons?”
Yes. Yes he does.
Experiment No. 1431.5 is a weapon that was miraculously created without a hitch.. Yet. This revolver works off the same premise as the minigun, except in a smaller, more compact form.. Which is less destructive, but still as deadly, depending on the type of shot. Each chamber of the cylinder holds a small amount of alchemical fluid, however the cylinder doesn’t rotate after firing, allowing Oswyn full control over what’s actually being shot out.
Other nice things:
Oswyn carries around a mobile alchemy station, as well as many dangerous and volatile chemicals, within his sling bag. He also had a few potions slotted into his belt. The effects of which are only known to him. He also has a gas mask.
Specialties:
- Very good at understanding the situation, but not the feelings of others
- Surprisingly, he’s a good cook.
- Good at tripping over things. |
45,418 | 1,234 | 71 | 2,047 | 750 | Pincy nodded to his orders, looking expectantly as Sarah left the room. He was not concerned about the little details. He didn't concern himself with those things for the most part, since he liked to allow his employers their privacy. Most of his workings are not exactly legal and often frowned upon by the majority of society, as he has expressed before. Besides, a key identity of any fun adventure was not knowing what will happen next, right? And he was always good at improvising his way out of a deep hole, if they ever found themselves in trouble. The first step was easy anyways, it was doing the dirty work that would provide them with the most trouble on this little 'odd job'. As soon as they were alone, the lanky mage then started out the room and waltz off down a random corridor, puffing his chest and confidently swinging his arms. He looked like a over-blown ostrich of sorts, but brimming with gusto, of course.
Suddenly, he popped his head back in, the mask leaning to the side, "Umm. Actually, does anyone know the way out? They kept a bag over my head the whole time. Can't say it really helps self-navigation."
... | - - - - (Personal Details)
First Name: Pincy, the Pierrot
Age: Unknown
Sex: Male
Home Nation: Hyznia
Appearance:
(I drew a quick sketch! I hope it doesn’t look too rushed… I dunno if I’ll finish it.)
In all aspects of the word, Pincy is an oddity, from each of his peckish mannerisms, to most especially the way he looks. The faceless man is all things one would expect from a Warlock from the age-stilled Hyznia, perhaps even then some. Standing at a staggering 6’8 ft, approximately 207 centimeters according to other metrics, though this is less than impressive since his girth is practically skeletal. Donned almost entirely in a dress-like black cloak adorned with feathers and strange etchings and an expressionless pale mask, the only telling signs of his humanity are the exposed arms. But even this is questionable. His skin is sickly ashen and layered by blackened tattoos of symbols that band around the lanky limbs, which to the eyes of an ordinary mage, serve an unknown purpose. His eyes mark an eerie mystery about the man, faintly purple glowing orbs within the sockets of the mask, pupil-less, and if not for his occasional blink, there would be no sign of even living.
Personality:
Despite his unsettling appearance, Pincy is quite the social and outgoing personality. He can be described as passionate, if not completely carefree, the first to crack a snide joke when a chance presented itself, even in places of danger, often following along with a laugh imbibed with incredible gusto. Perhaps it is for this reason he has earned himself the title of ‘Pierrot’. As a self-proclaimed scholar, Pincy has an unquenchable love for the unknown and mysterious, and the more taboo or widely feared, the more compelled he is to delve deeper to uncover the truth for ‘his own eyes’. He also harbors a fascination that borders obsession when it comes to dreams and nightmares, believing they are a plane of hidden potential in sentient beings.
History:
All humans were once bathed in blood. This was the very first truth he would learn in life, before he was even able to speak or understand all the little things. His birth was laced with screams and crying, but not that of his own. When the ashen baby emerged, it marked the end of the horrific ritual conducted by a coven of deranged warlocks, which had been to create a life that would be able to see through the fabrics of something they dubbed ‘The Waking Dream’ and commune with otherworldly forces. Ripped from the cold dead hands of his sacrificial mother, a young teenage girl adorned atop a mound of grisly carved corpses molded together into that liken of a hellish womb. The baby was, as the cult had worked so hard for, gifted with pale eyes that peered not at what lay before them, but as though far beyond.
In simpler terms, the boy as made blind to allow him a greater sense of arcana. But this gift was did not come with it’s own flaws. He was plagued with horrific nightmares and gripped with vivid audible hallucinations that twisted reality into an awful state that he could barely decipher what was in fact real and what was the figment of his traumatized mind. Not to mention the insufferable aching in his head. He would go into episodes of violent rage or extreme emotion, the warlocks locking him alone in a dark cell for whole days, even weeks, until he stopped crying and thrashing about, dragging him out only to resume using him as a medium for their studies into the forbidden and vast unknown planes.
Only the occasional dream of a pale moonlit ocean soothed him from the painful headaches and relentless visions, giving him a briefly conjured haven from all the madness. In this place, he was able to meet with his deceased mother whom waited underneath the reflection in the still expanse of water. Welcoming the weary boy into her arms, she would whisper lovely words into his ears to quiet the pain.
But it was only a dream.
He would awaken to just another session where they tortured him with magic in order to slip into a painful subconscious state of dreaming where he can relay what he saw and what he heard to them. The boy was nothing but a tool for their enlightenment, but they were not the only ones learning from his sessions with the otherworldly beings. He was gaining control of the terrible power through just the exposure and a cunning plan hatched when he witnessed a pheasant devour a wolf in one of his nightmares. One day, during one of their bloody rites, he tricked them with false knowledge and caused them to be dragged screaming away by creatures even he did not properly understand.
He burned all that remained of the coven and their rituals, even the other captive slaves, making sure none of the terrible memories survived. He then adopted a new identity, assuming the name of Pincy, the name of the mother he never knew.
Occupation: Diver
- - - - (Power Matrix)
Primary Focus: Arcane
Magical Capabilities:
-Touch of the Cosmos; An avid lucid dreamer and astral projector, Pincy has traveled to the depths of consciousness and tapped into a place of higher knowledge by listening to the voices of mysterious beings located in the outer planes. He believes that dreams are a place where echoes of consciousness comes and goes, where thoughts and ideas are imprinted like mental signal. Normal minds mistake this for garbled nonsense due to their inability to comprehend it, but he has spend many more years than he is actually alive, as time is never constant during dream state, tirelessly translating bits and pieces into a ‘language’ for him to use. As such, the young mage is an expert on crafting runes and harnessing his power into these mysterious symbols. They act like single-use conduits that allow him to manipulating arcana in ways he is otherwise unable to do himself do to his waning physical health. For basic spells, he will need to draw only a small string of them, but for more advanced spells, he can connect the runes into a complicated diagram for a more powerful effect. This requires much more preparation and time, of course, ranging from hours to sometimes even days to finish.
--As of this point in his research into the forbidden and unknown, he has a solid grasp regarding most of the unconventional forms of magic, namely those of witchcraft and spiritualism, from conjuring illusions, to invoking curses, and even ritualistic summoning (just in case). Most of his methods involve indirectly hurting his adversaries, but when the need comes, he can channel a bit of eldritch lighting to zap those who don't respect boundaries.
-Eyes of the Sleepless Dreamer; Having been born heinously stripped of vision, he developed an uncanny ability to sense things around him by the amount of arcana they exhibit. Not nearly as far as normal eyesight, he is able to sense things all around him. While this may sound powerful, it is many times more sensitive than normal eyes. If one has ever spun around too quickly or watched a screen full of blurry movement up close, the result is often a nasty migraine. This is similar, but much worse, a complete overload of senses. Too much movement detected at once will disorientate him and cause his mind to be wracked in pain.
Weapons and Equipment:
‘Solace’; his only weapon and tool, enchanted by countless runes learned from greater beings discovered in his dreams. The weapon serves as both a staff and rather hardy lance. Able to be conjured from the tattoos on his arms, a summoning diagram that reacts only to his own blood, the black lance is a conduit to control his sporadic arcana, otherwise defiant to his command, concentrating the essence to carve unnatural runes onto any surface to be enchanted by his unique arcana. It can be returned with a simple command.
Specialties:
-Has an extensive knowledge regarding forbidden lore for his young age, and is jaded to most horrors that might terrify even the most mentally stable people.
-No one has ever seen him eat, but he can be found sleeping quite often. |
45,419 | 1,234 | 72 | 747 | 615 | Mira
Diver’s Paradise
“Well at least it sounds interesting” Mira commented in an cheery tone, she could feel every fiber in her body vibrate with a longing and excitement that could best be related to the first time her parents took her with them on one of their royal travels - yet it wasn’t something that was rare for her to feel: in fact, she felt this longing almost every time she was about to venture into the harsh environments of the No Man’s Land. After all, where else could a person experience the wonders that existed in the world and find the treasured hidden there? Or perhaps it was just her that felt like that, Mira herself couldn’t really tell as she wasn’t one to speak about these things to anyone - or be close enough to others to get a feeling for how they viewed the world around them. Other than Lila, of course, but she was… special, after all.
“Plus,” Mira added after a brief pause as her mind juggled these thoughts for a moment, “I would love to pay a visit to the CMAS and have a bit of a chat about what their organisation have done here…”
Mira added a small notion with her right hand to the remains of the chaos that had washed over the Paradise following the brutal attack by the CMAS agents. “Although I am certain I am not alone in that” she added with a cheeky smile.
Drawing to a stop as they reached the exit, she turned towards Lila. “Well I guess we should begin those preparations for our little trip then” Mira started, “seems to me that we need a lift of some kind, no? And definitely some supplies - plus I bet you need to get your hands on some liquor to refill your reserves that you lost”
The last part she said with grin, adding a cheeky wink just to tease Lila before she continued. “So how should we do it?” she added with a more serious tone: a tone she always used whenever she had to accomplish something and that was part of her analytical and cold persona that she usually wore on the outside if she wasn’t in the company of the handful of people she actually knew.
“I guess we both need to get our belongings and equipment needed for the trip” she continued, gazing through the exit to the world beyond their little Paradise in No Man’s Land. “and of course getting some form of transportation that can carry us through the desert - though I am certain that you are much better at acquiring that than I am, after all, I am not the Diver around here with the best connections nor social skills…”
And who’s fault is that? Mira added for herself in a dry thought, you really should start to interact more with those around you - and god forbid actually being friendly, it won’t hurt, you know? Ah shut up... Mira argued with herself. How was it even possible to be scolded by your own subconscious?
“So how about we split up and meet back here…” Mira quickly estimated the time needed for them to be able to gather the equipment needed for their mission, “at two? That should give us enough time to gather all the things needed - after all I don’t really need to gather much, I tend to travel light as you know” she grinned before nodding a farewell towards Lila and took her leave.
After the first few steps her thoughts were already occupied with the needed preparations : she had to check all her equipments, refill her ammunition as well as sharpening her blades and countless of knives - but before she had made her way too far away from Lila she turned around and added a final farewell in a surprisingly cheeky tone and a grin.
“Oh and my head ain’t that pretty!” | - - - - (Personal Details)
First Name: Miranda (though she mainly goes under the alias: ‘Mira’ these days).
Last Name: Kross (though she rarely uses it because of her past).
Age: 29.
Sex: Female.
Home Nation: Anu.
All rights to the artist.
Miranda Kross stands at around 5’8” weighing roughly 137 pounds. Her frame is athletically built: neither thin, but neither fat. Her body is clearly honed through training and hardship and can withstand a large amount of physical distress. Her skin has been colored with a nutty tan because of her long hours spent in the No Man’s Land and its, at times, grueling sun. She has petite sharp features that are a trait she inherited from her An’shinian heritage and is common among the women from her nation. Similar to her wild shoulder-length red hair is her sharp amber colored eyes that seem to penetrate anything she looks upon.
She tends to wear a remarkable amount of clothing, usually covering almost all of her skin. These outfits generally consist of a black cloak covering a black leather jacket and a white shirt underneath. Often Mira also wears a red scarf to keep her warm. She tends to wear relatively baggy military pants and leather shoes that have been made to withstand the harsh conditions of the No Man’s Land. Other than this another piece of important clothing she wears are a set of red and black leather gloves. If any part of her skin is exposed she tends to cover it with bandages.
Lastly, whenever she travels into the No Man’s Land she always wears a slim gas mask with a set of goggles.
Personality: Miranda Kross had always been an energetic and curious child from the first time she could notice the world around her. This cobbled together with her high intellect meant that she has never taken the reality she sees as given: she always wants to question everything around her and try all the possibilities: often this ended in her being reprimanded from some form of tease or problem she caused.
However, as she grew older she also became calmer: she learned the strictness of the military and became what can only be described as a precise person: she did everything as quick and precise at it was possible. Though she hasn’t forgotten her childhood fun: she can still crack a few jokes and tease those around her now and then, but sadly this energetic and life-fascinated persona has been buried beneath the layers of adulthood and suffering.
Ever since she realized the truth of her past she has become more and more distant from the world around her: she tends to shy away from physical approaches and hides behind her clothe and loneliness in the fear that her abilities might suddenly awake and hurt those around her. This is also one of the reasons why she joined the Divers: she is searching for a cure to her abilities. Because of this she forces herself beyond what others might generally do to themselves - and this sometimes bleeds onto those around her: she can at times expect too much of those she begins to trust, often expecting them to be as strict as herself and most of the times getting angry that they aren’t.
While she isn’t what could be called a “warm” person anymore, she still cares for those that has gotten close to her - sadly it is far too few that has, and most who has gotten to know her has ended up dead.
History:
Miranda Kross was born into the royal Kross family of the An’shin people. She was the first daughter of, but not the first child, however, because of the religious beliefs and culture of their society she became the heir to the throne through a series of unfortunate events. You see, in the An’shin society they worship what is known as The Void in the rest Thorisa, but The Void is not kind and devours those that are not deemed worthy. For a culture that is based largely around warriors and war, this means that the leader of the people must be one that is deemed worthy by The Void.
For this reason every child that is born into the Kross family is tested by The Void at the age of 5 by connecting with small doses of pure essence of The Void: if the child is deemed worthy it will be taken in by the priests and Priestesses of the Temple of The Void where it would grow up until the child reaches the age of 25. Over the course of this timespan, the child is taught in the ways of The Void, the art of war, leadership, and most importantly receiving a constant flow of essence from The Void in small doses, until finally, if it manages to survive that long, blooms into the captain of the feared special forces of Anu known as “Spectre” - and later the leader of the An’shin people.
For most this would be a grueling life full of pain and misery - not something you would wish for yourself or your child. But Miranda was the first child of the royal Kross family that survived the initial trial: her two older brothers were sadly both consumed by The Void. This meant that she grew up in hardship, but also with the responsibilities of a royal heir.
Luckily for Miranda she was blessed with not only royal blood but also an incredible genius: it didn’t take her long to learn any subject and even the elusive teachings of The Void came surprisingly easy to her - though the powers of The Void was not something even a genius like Miranda could control easily, and even through the many years of training she wasn’t able to control it.
Yet she kept trying and so the years went by and before she knew it she had finished her grueling training: she emerged as the captain of the Spectres and the future heir of the An’shin people. However, because her parents were still alive she accepted the role of the An’shin princess.
This position meant that she often had to travel to different regions of Thorisa: either as a Spectre or more frequently; on ambassadorial missions to the nations of Teknoh, Arcadia, Illon, Hyznia, and even at times Saiga. As she was part of the royal family she became well known among the upper echelons of the different societies of Thorisa, yet because of her people’s religious beliefs, she was aware of the whispers behind her back. Miranda didn’t think much of it, and her charming personality meant that even those that despised the An’shin society became enthralled by her.
Her life continued like this for many years, but as she entered into her 27th cycle her life began to change. She had always been an energetic and curious person and had ended up in a lot of unfortunate situations because of this. Over the years she had calmed down a bit, but she was still an individual that sought out excitement, unknowns, and knowledge. These traits lead her onto the path that would ultimately shape her future.
It was on one of her ambassadorial journeys to Arcadia that she overheard the whispers and tales of her older brothers: brothers she hadn’t known she had. For some reason this shook her on a personal level: her entire life was built on the corpses of her older brothers. She was only the person she was because they had sacrificed their lives for her.
Miranda didn’t decide to act after overhearing this: She was a person whose genius liked to consider all variables before she acted and as such she let this new information about her life reside in her conscious as she went over and over it more times than even she could count.
To her surprise she found herself filling with disdain. Disdain towards her life, her people, her parents, and even towards The Void itself: the religious idea that she had always found comfort in. It wasn’t soon until this disdain spread to her entire being and she began to despise herself and the abilities she had gained. She grew more and more distant as the months went by and began to refer to the abilities as a curse: “the Curse of The Void”.
This hatred culminated in the day that disrupted her life and changed it so drastically that even she couldn’t have foreseen it. It started with her confronting her parents about the truth: at first, they brushed it aside as pure gossip, but as the conversation turned into an argument it became clearer that these rumors and whispered the truth: She was a child born of the death of her older brothers and the sons of her parents.
Some people might not have cared much for this, but Miranda was different. She found herself despising everything about her: her family, her nation, even her religion. She could only see one way out of this ‘curse’: she had to escape.
It wasn’t soon after she let go of her old name and left her nation for good. She drifted through Thorisa’s many nations, surviving only on the skills she had learned from her many years of training on how to survive in the wilderness, yet no single individual can survive alone in the harsh environments of the No Man’s Land.
Having survived longer in No Man’s Land than anyone other than the Divers, Miranda’s luck finally disappeared. As she was making her way across a desert in an unknown part of Thorisa she was attacked by a group of wild beasts. Having survived on almost nothing she had no strength to fight this pack of carnivores. Her tries at fighting them off became more and more desperate and it wasn’t soon before she collapsed, but not before mustering up a wave of Void magic - something she hadn’t done since she ran away from her home. This wave pushed the beasts away from her and creating a large sand-cloud that rose above the endless desert.
Her world became black as she lost consciousness.
Luckily for her, this wasn't the end. Her last bit of magic had been strong enough to force the sand high enough up to alarm a group of Divers nearby and as the beasts came to their senses and readied themselves for a feast, they were once again forced back: this time by the group of Divers that came to Miranda’s rescue.
When she woke up she was resting in the Diver’s camp, but it wasn’t soon after she woke up that she was attacked again, this time by the questions from the Divers that had saved her life and wanted to know who she was and what she was doing alone in No Man’s Land.
As the questions overwhelmed her, Miranda somehow realised that she shouldn’t tell the truth: That she was the famously lost princess of the An’shin people, and despite the odds being against her that none of the Divers in front of her had seen her or heard of her, she decided that she had better keep her true identity a secret.
This was when the individual known as “Mira” was born.
She created a fragile background for herself as she was surrounded by the group of Divers; that she had been traveling with a group of soldiers and her family on the way to Saiga when they had been attacked by wild beasts and she had fled. Knowing that this story likely wouldn’t be believable, after all, who was sane enough to travel lightly in the No Man’s Land - other than the Divers, of course? But to her surprise, the Divers didn’t push her story further, for they could see in her eyes that she wouldn’t tell anymore.
Through a series of events the woman once known as Miranda Kross became a Diver that went under the name of ‘Mira’: a Diver that became well known for her daring journeys and mysterious abilities that didn’t seem to correspond with any of the known magics that the other Divers used. However, whenever someone pushed for her backstory she always kept quiet, a personality trait that only served to further increase her status as the mysterious Diver that always kept away from the different nations as much as she could and had a much too keen interest in old historical artifacts.
The reason for her obsession with old artifacts was born from a sudden realisation that occurred to her back when she had only just been saved by the group of Divers and were travelling towards one of their safe havens: She could never rid herself of The Curse of The Void, she would always be trapped by the magic that had been forced upon her and threatened her life every second of the day if she wasn’t careful - and she craved peace like nothing else in her life, peace to live without the burden of her dead brothers, without her past and without The Void.
As she learned more and more about the Divers and their society she realised that perhaps the very nature of the Divers could be her salvation: perhaps one of this world’s hidden artifacts would reveal a way for her to cut the ties she had with The Void - and as such she could gain her freedom once and for all.
Occupation:
Former occupation: Princess of Anu and captain of the Spectres.
Current occupation: Diver.
- - - - (Power Matrix)
Primary Focus: The Void
Magical Capabilities:
- Construction and deconstruction: because of the very nature of Void energies Miranda possesses the ability to construct and deconstruct matter: however it has to be done through physical touch of her skin, and proves unusable if anything is in between. This has also meant that she has had to construct special clothing that can withstand this effect. Unfortunately for her these capabilities are also the core of her problems: the Curse of The Void - as she likes to refer it to.
She lives on a knife’s edge, her body is constantly constructing and deconstructing itself because of the energies from The Void that has been imprinted on her through her time at the Temple of The Void and her closer ties with The Void. Because of these energies, it isn’t rare that certain small areas of her body are deconstructed, however, it all appears to depend on her mental stability and strength. Furthermore, she cannot construct or deconstruct just anything: the size and force of the matter will consume an equal portion of her energy - ultimately resulting in her own death by deconstruction. Because of this and her troublesome past she rarely, if ever, utilizes this ability despite her relative proficiency in it. This ability is also the reason she despises human contact and keeps to herself.
- Warping imitation: This magical ability, whose name Miranda herself has come up with after learning of the Warpers, is basically relying on the very foundation of The Void itself: the lack of space, time, or energy. Using these variables Miranda can somehow move herself or anything she is in contact with to any point she can observe, instantly. Mind you this requires quite a lot of concentration and calculation and as such isn’t easy to pull off: in fact, it might actually require someone of Miranda’s intellect to be able to use. This also means that a significant drawback is a danger of warping, or teleporting, yourself into something - or more horrifically: splitting yourself apart.
Luckily Miranda has yet to experience this... On herself.
Body Modifications: None.
Weapons and Equipment:
- Basic survival gear: healing materials, medical supplies, etc.
- 2 swords that are made of a black metal that once fell from the skies many millennia ago. These have been masterfully worked into thin blades similar to a Chokutō, but with blades on each side. They are so sharp that they can pierce thin sheets of metal with ease.
- Knives: Mira always carries around a more than necessary amount of knives for various purposes.
- 2 pistols with A/A bullets she herself have constructed.
- All of Mira’s clothing has been enchanted by runes to protect them against the touch of Miranda’s skin.
Specialties: Miranda is quite skilled as a tracker, utilizing her intellect and knowledge to consider the variables.
Mira is a skilled fighter and she can keep herself alive in close quarter combat because of her understanding and harsh training in the different martial arts that together with her sword-skills make her a feared fighter. Her skill with handguns is also something to take note of.
It should be noted that because of her hate towards her the power of The Void she has used a lot of her time training to rely more heavily on her weapons and equipment so that she doesn’t have to rely on anything but the smallest amount of power from The Void to keep her alive. |
45,420 | 1,234 | 73 | 2,033 | 9,326 | ~Lila Vyner~
Divers Paradise
"Just make sure you ain't late or I'ma leave without you and your ugly mug then!" Lila shouted back as Mira walked off. She should probably get her own things together. Shouldn't take her long to get some ammunition for her rifle, extra ones for her pistols...and maybe a knife or two for emergencies. Food and water as well of course, alcohol wasn't going to help them in a desert. Not that she wasn't gonna take some. By the time her feet had carried her a few steps, Lila was making a mental note of the things she'd need to get...and of how the hell she was gonna get her mitts on a vehicle.
Probably have to call in a favor. Ugh. Might as well head there and see if she could get it before going and packing up. With the recent attack, she wasn't sure she'd be able to get it...but well, she could be persuasive. She turned, deciding to head there quickly and get this over with. At least she could have some fun with this.
A few minutes of walking later, Lila had arrived outside of what looked like a garage. Normally you'd be able to hear either vehicles being worked on or the bickering of someone trying to haggle the price down on something. With the attack though, it looked like the place wasn't faring very well. Looked like it was closed, though the guy who ran it was probably still here somewhere. Thankfully, he was someone Lila was at least...acquainted with, and with her usual charm getting one of his vehicles shouldn't be too hard.
"I'm surprised you haven't stormed out of here all the way to Arcadia to sue the CMAS for all their worth, heh." She chuckled, walking up to one of the open garage doors. The garage inside was an absolute mess - more so than usual. Normally the floor was covered in machine parts, tools and grease. Now it had a few bullet holes, burns, and a few burned pieces of scrap laying around.
"I'd have better luck wrestling a Xena serpent." As usual, he sounded annoyed, overworked, and a bit tired. He was wearing his usual somewhat tattered suit, and looked like he hadn't slept for awhile. He turned from a table where he was cleaning a tool of some sort to Lila, letting out a sigh as he saw who he was speaking with. "Oh good, I was just wanting some more bad luck."
"Hey the bullet holes add a bit of charm to it," She chuckled. "Besides, ye could tell a fun little story of how you heroically fended off a horde of CMAS all by yourself."
"I have better things to do than come up with implausible stories to entertain the masses." Lila rolled her eyes. Prickly as ever, he was.
"As fun as ever, aren't ya Irwin?"
"What do you need, Lila? I am busy trying to see how much this little attack is going to cost me in time and money."
"...I wanna borrow your jeep." Irwin gave her the most hostile glare she had ever seen him give someone.
"No."
"Aw come on."
"No." He turned around, walking to an office connected to the garage obviously not to thrilled with the idea of handing over his vehicle to Lila.
"Come on. I got this great little venture." Lila hurried after him.
"I said no."
"Come on! I'll bring it back in one piece this time, promise."
"You've said that the last three times."
"Not my fault No Mans land might as well be a vehicle graveyard." Lila snorted as he walked over to a work desk, taking a seat in it. The blond placed her hands on the desk and leaned on it. "Come on Irwin. I always pay ya back if something happens. Sides, ya owe me, or are ya gonna find someone else that don't mind doing a bit of...persuasion work to make fuckducks pay up for ya? Or that goes hunting for some parts off CMAS schmucks for practically nothing?" Irwin sighed, holding a hand to his head.
"Fine. Just bring it back in one piece this time."
"Heey, don't worry about it! I know what I'm doing. I'll make sure your precious little vehicle is back in one piece."
"Just go already. I'll have it to you once I get it ready."
After making sure that they had a vehicle, It didn't take her long to reach her little home. A small four room shack a bit of a walk away from the paradise out in the crags. Bedroom, kitchen, restroom, and a little workshop where she typically kept all of her guns. Lila had built it with the help of a few others when she first moved to the area. It was far from a five-star hotel, but it was enough for her. She walked in the front door, the hinges of it creaking as she pushed it open.
She was glad to see it was pretty much as she left it, almost completely clean, aside from a coat of dust covering everything. She wasn't staying for long, so it wouldn't have time to get dirty either. She went straight into the workshop, placing her guns on a table along with her rifle. A bit of routine maintenance was always needed to make sure her guns were in working order. A rail shot fired out of any of them was hell on the barrels, not to mention the firing pins and mechanisms. She couldn't use too many without maintenance of some form.
After that, she grabbed a bag and stuffed it with some luggage they would need. Normally she'd just hunt for any food and travel light, but that'd only slow them down for now. Thankfully she always kept some on hand for this sort of thing. Water, a bit of alcohol, and a few other necessities. With a satisfied hum, Lila holstered her guns and slung her rifle and bag over her shoulder and left, making sure to lock it up behind her and made her way back to the Paradise. | - - - - (Personal Details)
First Name:
Lila
Last Name:
Vyner
Age:
24
Sex:
female
Home Nation:
Saiga
Appearance:
While fairly tall 5'8" and weighing at a 135lbs, Lila is far from intimidating as far as natural looks go. She has blond hair, typically tied up by a red ribbon with dark blue eyes with dark colored skin from days spent working outdoors in the sun. She has a slim, though not unhealthy build with some fairly obvious muscles - she likes to take care of her body as best as she can. A few scars run across her back, as well as her leg and abdomen. Results from a few ill-run ins with things out in No-Man's land.
Typically, she wears thick leather clothes, and keeps a mask drawn up over half her face to protect both her identity and face while working. At her sides, typically rest two self made pistols, and on her belt, ammo. On her back, a modified rifle designed to take out targets at long distances.
Personality:
Lila? Living mostly by herself as made her rough, somewhat on the gruff side and definitely not well mannered. While not intentionally rude or antagonistic, she has almost no filter for what she says and can irk more than quite a few people. She doesn't particularly care, though. If someone gets their panties in a knot over something someone said, they might as well just go get shot. Rather cynical as well, she mostly tends to not work with others unless she's forced, preferring to remain mostly independent.
That said, she isn't particularly unfriendly either. She just prefers being by herself unless she has reason to. The only thing one should watch out for, is getting on her bad side. Once she's set her sights on something - barring death, nothing will stop her from trying to get it. Thankfully, there's not much she wants in life so this shouldn't be much of an issue.
History:
Many would be surprised that if they traced back Lila's origins, it'd be all the way to Saiga. The small, peaceful nation of monks and philosophers who generally don't particularly engage in warfare. Indeed, she was born and raised there for most of the first Seventeen years of her life until she got fed up with the life and left. She had a loving mother and father, as well as a fairly funny old man for a teacher. She had it good, really. But she had always had a bit of a chip on her shoulder and a rebellious streak. Always getting into some small bit of mischief, liked going out of the city and exploring the wilds, much to her parents dismay.
While she didn't have any issue with the monks, their teachings, or their way of life - she was utterly bored being kept there all day and told to study. She could already manifest Ki from quite a young age, but quiet meditation and contemplation was not the way to go about making yourself better with it. Only practical applications of things, ever made one better at something. That was her philosophy and what she's always believed.
One day, when she was about seventeen years old, she had finally got fed up with the quiet life - and left. She learned real quick, that No-man Land wasn't as forgiving and fun to 'explore' as she thought they were. In her first week, all of her supplies she had taken with her, had been either stolen or she had to drop to save her own skin from wild animals and other dangers. She was able to live long enough to make it to Arcadia, and despite the danger No Mans land presented, she couldn't help but to be drawn back to it after a while of resting up. This time though, she'd be more prepared.
Pistols that she'd eventually modify, as well as a rifle. Since then, she's just been exploring and living off of No-Man's land as best she can, making only occasional stops in any of the cities. Sometimes, only a few times a year. Also may or may not have occasionally stolen from people to help with that. Especially the CMAS or any other big organizations that ever wander into No-Man's land for whatever reason.
Occupation:
Diver, outlaw, and self proclaimed explorer.
- - - - (Power Matrix)
Primary Focus:
Ki
Magical Capabilities:
-While most who focus on KI go for raw strength, Lila has decided to go for a more...subtle approach. Increased Speed, Agility, Reflexes, Sight, and Hearing are her main usage of it. She's not going to be doing any instant transmission stuff, but she's an acrobat and one might find her doing ninja flips to avoid bullets and blows whilst simultaneously unleashing a few precise shots of her own.
-Fairly durable, and can take a few hits though she's not going to be dishing out any strong blows.
-Aside from her training with Ki, she has taken up some small form of Arcane training from a brief stint in Arcadia, specifically of the element of Electricity to use in tandem with her guns. Her Arcane Network isn't all that powerful and she can't use it that well, but she can use it enough to charge the guns to fire them. However, it tends to be a bit draining and can be used only a few times before she's exhausted.
-Can manifest it without the guns, but it doesn't have much range and it's not typically lethal. Used mostly to temporarily stun enemies so she can finish them off if they get to close or otherwise unable to use her guns. It can be quite devastating with a combination of martial arts if she has to use them.
Body Modifications:
None
Weapons and Equipment:
-Modified pistols, designed to both function like a regular fire arm, as well as a rail gun when supplied with electricity. Made them herself.
-Rifle, for taking out targets at long distances.
-Several different types of ammo. Explosive rounds (Basically a volatile piece of A/B. Trying to railgun these results in bad times usually), Armor Piercing rounds, and of course regular ammo.
Specialties:
-Basic knowledge of martial arts, though typically reserved for situations she doesn't have her guns.
-Fairly good head on her shoulders, though isn't some big inventor. She's just learned to make do with what she's had, and has learned to jury-rig or modify existing pieces of technology well enough.
-Knows how to survive for extended periods out in No-Mans land.
-Not really helpful, but she doesn't do so well in large crowds or small spaces. |
45,421 | 1,234 | 74 | 1,650 | 712 | Illuna Forest
Near the smoke?
Rem placed himself between the two. Sulfrax twitched, clearly irritated and ready to blow this Heedy person away with whatever raw element pleased him. At this point some ice would be good, the forest fire was starting to spread and Heedy brandished a strange gun as any marksman would to intimidate another. It seemed a little more lax and absentminded coming from this man though. He was a little off.
"Senna, to me." He calmly commanded. Senna growled in annoyance at him, a quick small noise. As if to spite Rem she uncharacteristically moved over to the clumsy dwarf and rubbed up against him, rounding around him and staring back at Rem.
"Senna?" Rem looked at the man with curiosity. He rubbed the bridge of his nose and finally relented. "If Senna's fine with him I'll give him a chance." The wanderer mage turned around and gave Sulfrax a firm nod. "Whether this guy started the fire or not we can talk this over. Save your magic so another poor fool can have a permanent makeover."
"Heedy is it? I'm sorry I have no idea where this plume of smoke came from." Rem looked suspiciously at the gun. "I don't use that kind of magic. Do you?" | Name: Senna
Age: Difficult to determine the specific age but Senna is certainly in the prime of her strength.
Sex: Female
Species: Ironbristle - A great black creature that most resembles a monstrous version of a cat, normally eight to nine feet in length this beast is covered in thick black bristles, the bristles are springy, sharp and durable. They leave almost no vulnerable spots on the creature's hide. The bristles smooth over when they are calm leaving them sleek and shiny as if they were covered in metal appearing almost statuesque. When they are alert, ready to attack or just threatening you they will often bear the bristles out like hair standing on end. Getting brushed against like this could do quite a lot of damage to someone if they weren't sufficiently clothed or armored. Their teeth and claws are over-enlarged, a natural adaptation to living in a location that requires predators to break through tough armor for their meal. Their bristles can grow back within hours of losing them, popping out of their hide like thick hairs. By using their bristles they can resist a great deal of physical harm but are rather vulnerable to magical attacks, a form of strike they normally don't deal with.
Some rare breeds or Ironbristle are poisonous. Their coat feels smooth going one way and sharper than a bed of razors the other.
Appearance: A slightly smaller ironbristle, Senna has beautiful gold eyes. Her coat bristles are a jet black, acting as great camouflage in dark places.
Personality: Loyal to Rem but has a mean independent streak where she will disappear to scour a new area or wait for Rem outside of settled areas. She is careful of any humanoid that is not Rem and extremely protective of him, to the point that touching him or even getting slightly close to him would warrant a fierce growl.
Sounds of the tuning flute are very effective at calming her down when she has become tense but Rem reserves its use as much as possible. He wants her free of any magical influence when possible.
History: Senna was one of Rem's first successful attempts to communicate with the wildlife of No Man's Land. She has been by his side even when his comrades and other companions have perished.
Magical Capabilities: Through Rem's potential magic the two can be linked on an instinctual level, allowing them to act and hold eachother back based on their feeling and desires and work in unison in combat or other pursuits.
Specialties:
-Watch the bristles! Touch it the wrong way and you're leaving flesh behind, they're very sharp. |
45,422 | 1,234 | 75 | 2,400 | 2,975 | Divers Paradise, East Entrance
Jenso easily disarmed the men, promptly taking one down without much effort. The attacker that received his knee fell forward and dropped his sphere, allowing it to roll across the ground towards Luke, while the second successfully placed the sphere against Len's skin. Within moments, the light in Len's eyes left him, and he fell forwards, unconscious and defeated. Luke didn't show any mercy. With a flick of his hand, a single bullet flew from Luke's thumb, and into the skull of the man that Jenso attacked, executing him on the spot.
"Jenso! We have to get down into the main tunnels!" Luke shouted, taking no time in running down the leftmost eastern ramp.
Illon, Slums
"Cocky!" Vale spat, reaching for his blade and drawing in a single fluid motion. It was black, from the hilt to the tip, with two white spherical designs at the epicenter of the blade. Pride stepped back and focused her Ki into a pair of gauntlet-like claws that extended past her fingertips. They were designed to tear away at Ki, and feed Pride's own. But Vale didn't seem phased. "So much talk, willing to throw away their lives, 'how high?' They ask! When your master says jump, feh!" Vale eyed the two sins, but his aggressive stance melted away moments later, and he lowered his blade to the ground. "Very well! You have intimidated me! I will answer but one of your questions before I make my devilish escape! Pick wisely, as I will likely answer without regard, not even the slightest, for your investigative efforts!" Pride paused and turned to lust.
"Does he think us foolish?" She muttered to her ally, ready to attack at any moment.
Diver's Paradise, Western Ramp
Oswynn arrived to see Kevin struggling with an unfamiliar diver who held a sphere close to his throat. Kevin had his attacker's wrist grasped tightly, and slowly forced it away, but upon Oswynn's arrival, he looked at the alchemist expecting immediate assistance.
"H-Help!?" He shouted, barely managing to keep himself inches away from a gruesome fate. | Characters of Importance
- - - - CMAS Officials
- - - - (Personal Details)
First Name: Sydney
Last Name: Duvell
Age: 34
Sex: Male
Home Nation: Arcadia
Appearance: Standing 5'6'' and weighing in at 130 lb's, Sydney is not a man of tall stature. His build is very slim, but one wouldn't notice past the gaudy purple robes that he wears whenever he is in public. Sydney's hair is bleach blonde, and rather long, passing his shoulders entirely. His facial features are smooth, giving him a pointed chin, glossy lips and a pair of thin, menacing eyes.
Personality: Sydney is refined, but impatient. Unlike many others who hold positions of power, he can be very rash in making his decisions, and often acts on his own selfish desires, while maintaining a facade of professionalism to hide his true intentions. When speaking, he often interrupts others, and speaks as if his word is law. The power of becoming the head of the CMAS has definitely gone to his head.
Occupation: Head of the CMAS
- - - - (Personal Details)
First Name: Yvette
Last Name: Eridal
Age: 32
Sex: Female
Home Nation: Arcadia
Appearance: Yvette is a fairly tall, bright-skinned woman standing at about 5'8'' and weighs in at a lean 155 lbs. Her body type is very muscular, but it would be hard to notice as she often coats herself in a unique uniform that signifies her as the leader of Survey Group Alpha. The uniform consists of a pair of black slacks, a thick, but flexible blue overcoat with a single silver eyes embedded over the right breast, and a black undershirt. Her bust is medium, but her other curves do not stand out very much. Her hair is a couple inches long, dyed completely red, and messy in appearance. Most Yvette's facial features are very rough, but her eyes stand out with a strong shade of green, and a very elegant shaping. Her mouth is plump, but her nose is crooked, with a visible scar running down the bridge length-wise.
Personality: Yvette is very stern, and to-the-point at nearly all times of the day. She responds to all inquiries curtly, and shrugs off most insults, showing little regard for any who disrespect her. It's very rare to see Yvette express any form of anger, but when she does, she speaks very erratically and makes herself look like a fool. At rest, Yvette tries her best to be courteous without seeming like a weak-willed civilian, retaining her stern composure, even around other civilians and family.
Occupation: Previous Head of Survey Group Alpha
- - - - (Personal Details)
First Name: Sarah
Last Name: Eridal
Age: 32
Sex: Female
Home Nation: Arcadia
Appearance: Sarah looked almost identical to Yvette in all manners of speaking, as they are technically fraternal twins. The differences in their appears lie in their hair color, Sarah's being pink, Eye color, again Sarah's being pink, and muscular structure, with Sarah looking rather slender as opposed to very muscular. Otherwise, they look very similar to the point where it would be difficult to distinguish between them.
Personality: Sarah is firm, and immovable in her law. Her ranking is warranted, as she follows and hands out orders without a flaw. Her disposition is very, to put it simply, scary. She often puts on a fake smile, accompanied by a gentle disposition, which throws people off, making them a little too comfortable around her at times.
Occupation: Head director of CMAS HQ Hyznia Branch
- - - - (Personal Details)
First Name: Brian
Last Name: Tormal
Age: 24
Sex: Male
Home Nation: Arcadia
Appearance: Brian is a very frail looking tan-skinned young man standing only 5'6'' tall and weighing in at a measily 135 lbs. His uniform matches that of Yvette's but the top coat lacks much of Yvette's luster, and the eye over the right breast is made of copper. Brian's facial features are very mundane, aside from his almost black iris' and his messy bright orange hair.
Personality: Brian is a coward, short and simple, but a kind coward nonetheless. He places a lot of value in maintaining the happiness of his friends, family, and civilians of Arcadia. Hell, he'd prefer everyone was smiling, unless they have an aura of negative consequence about them. Brian is incapable of any sort of rude gesture, even when backed against the wall, making him relatively worthless in combat. He is however, particularly intelligent, and prides himself on his arcane knowledge as a scientist within the CMAS.
Occupation: Detection Officer
- - - - Popular Divers
- - - - (Personal Details)
First Name: Lucas
Last Name: Juuno
Age: 26
Sex: Male
Home Nation: Unknown
Appearance: Luke stand about 5'8'' and weight around 150 lbs. He puts most of his body on display rather willingly, wearing a pair of shorts, and a vest that is clearly far too small for his upper body, letting his abs breath for the world to see. His face is very rugged, covered predominantly with a thin layer of facial hair, and framed by his short, brown bangs. His eyes are a very light shade of green, and he has a thin nose that looks like it's way too small for his thick, bony face. Luke has a very large scar over his heart as well.
Personality: Light-hearted and eager to make people smile, Luke comes off as everyone's best friend. Nobody could hate him! Except for when he tries his best to sound intelligent. 'Smart' or 'Professional' are the last words anyone would use to describe him. Although he's lovable, and has a good heart, Luke is a moron, and often doesn't think before he speaks. A free spirit who prefers chaos to order, really.
Occupation: Self proclaimed head of the Divers.
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Jenso smiled as he managed to defeat the man and stared over at Len. He was shocked as Len was defeated instantly simply by being touched by the sphere. He was certainly aware that the spheres had to have been some kind of weapon, but he never expected that they would be able to knock someone out that easily. He gave a slight frown as Luke executed the man that he'd been fighting, and turned to him. "Alright! Let's go!" Jenso shouted back at Luke, dashing after his ally without hesitation. He was unsure exactly what the spheres did to people, but now wasn't the time to find out. This was a whole new threat, and he would protect Luke as best he could. He tried to catch up to the Diver in order to make sure that nobody would try to assault him as he moved. | - - - - (Personal Details)
First Name: Jenso
Age: 23
Sex: Male
Home Nation: Arcadia
Personality: He is a cheerful and nice person. He enjoys adventure and some combat along the way. He will do his best to protect those he cares about. He isn't one to start fights, but certainly would never back down from one. He respects strong opponents. He tends to be somewhat careless and hold back when entering combat with a new foe however, which could end up badly for him. He only gets serious when he really needs too. He is usually not one to kill, but will do so if absolutely nessecary.
History: Jenso had always been told within Arcadia that Divers were the scum of society, as they would venture into the lands beyond recklessly. He was always fascinated by them, however, wanting to discover what was within these large unexplored lands. He is intrigued by all the things that can be found. If he were to find a powerful relic or certain info, he would make sure it would not end up with the wrong person.
- - - - (Power Matrix)
Primary Focus: Ki
Magical Capabilities:
- Due to the high Ki within his body, he has super strength and high durability.
-Flame creation and manipulation.
- He is able to absorb any flame attacks with his palms. He can absorb flames from all over his body, but only those that he creates from his own arcane network. Besides this, he can still be hurt by any flame attacks, as flames that are not part of his arcane network can still burn him.
- Fire Solidification. Able to use flames to make a flame hammer that inflicts both physical and burning damage. The handle would be 122 centimeters, the hammerhead's height would be 51 cm and the length would be 75 cm. The hammer would essentially have the durability that a steel hammer would have. It's also light as a feather, due to being made out of flames.
Weapons and Equipment: Plenty of bandages, and a backpack of basic supplies.
Specialties: Basic martial arts. |
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Diver's Paradise, Western Entrance
Oswyn examined the situation for a moment as he slowly unholstered his revolver from his lower back, attempting to be as inconspicuous as possible. His pistol made a satisfying 'Click' as he finished cocking the hammer. The diver on top of the angry man from earlier had an orb in his hand.. How peculiar. Obviously it was one of the men who assaulted the sick dude before. The alchemist wanted him alive for interrogation.. He wanted to know what the orbs were, and now was a great opportunity to find out. Oswyn smirked as the man called for help. He liked it when people owed him favours, not that he really acted upon them all that often. "Hmm. Maybe. Just maybe." He replied with a chuckle as he spun the chamber to the intended concoction. He wouldn't want both of the men to become viscera.
In an instant, he drew his revolver and fired, shooting out a small crystal that left a trail of thin blue smoke. He fanned the hammer, letting off 2 more shots in succession, these shots were a little off target in anticipation of movement. Should the bullets hit their mark, the target would be incapacitated within moments. | - - - - (Personal Details)
First Name: Oswyn
Last Name: Ainsworth
Age: 23
Sex: Male
Home Nation: Illon
Appearance:
Oswyn stands at an average 5’7”, weighing around 130lbs. He has medium-short hair (As shown in the picture) and it’s completely white due to failed experiments. His eyes have also become quite clouded, however this is merely by appearance and has no effect on his vision (Alchemy is weird.). Os has quite an athletic body; he may not look strong, but he can still lift some pretty heavy things, like his equipment. Minor burn scars litter his body which were caused by aforementioned ‘failed experiments’. The largest of these scars covers his left forearm.
Oswyn is almost never seen without a white lab coat on, even when he’s out on the field. This coat has two diamond-shaped arcanite crystals which are purple in colour. Under his coat, he wears a white long-sleeved, collared shirt that is unbuttoned at the neck 100% of the time (Why choke yourself?), he also wears a part of black trousers and black leather boots. You probably wouldn’t even know that he was from Illon.
Personality:
Oswyn is quite unconcerned about the happenings in the world, often engrossed in his own work or whatever he’s looking at. If someone was to try to talk to him while he is working, he would either be unresponsive or ask them to assist him by giving them a menial task. If someone is annoying enough, he'll actually respond properly. He will, however, get involved in all sorts of situations in the world if it benefits his research.
He sees no reason to give respect to authority, thus he will talk to anyone in a very casual manner. If he were to be corrected by someone, he would comply in a very sarcastic manner. Oswyn can be quite talkative when he wants to be. Actively exchanging banter if he isn't doing any serious work.
History:
Oswyn had always been a strange child, often choosing to create strange concoctions using any kind of liquid he could find within the general vicinity, but most would say "Like father, like son". Such activities often led to him being scolded by his mother, but praised by his father.. After he ‘accidentally’ injured a group of children with it.
His mother was a Machinist from Teknoh, and his father was an Alchemist from Illon, both of whom were Divers, so it was only natural for him to follow in their footsteps. However, life on the road and in Illon wasn’t as easy as one might imagine. Or rather, it was as difficult as one might imagine. On top of his rigorous studies in alchemy and machinery, Oswyn also had to deal with the homeless ruffians in the streets of Illon. At the time, he had a very weak physique, thus he was beaten up a lot; but this worked out for the better. He became a very resilient person because of it.
As he grew older, he became more experienced in his crafts, he was able to create two pieces of alchemical engineering wonders which one will never see him without. By the age of 20, Oswyn became independent of his parents, seeking his own fortune as a Diver and Alchemist.
Occupation: Diver, 'Doctor', Alchemist
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Primary Focus: Alchemy
Magical Capabilities:
Oswyn possesses a fair amount of Arcane energy within him, however this was never really trained, thus it can only be used to charge A/Bs and create a weak ‘force-field’ around himself, which can only line his body like a suit. Something he learnt from being beaten up so much. This ‘force-field’ is supported by the two small arcanite crystals on his sleeves.
Body Modifications: None
Weapons and Equipment:
Experiment No.1432 (A.K.A Alchemical Rotary Machine Gun)
It looks like an average minigun, however it’s actually the 1432nd attempt at making a stupidly destructive weapon. The last 1431 attempts exploded, each in their own unique ways. The ammunition drum of a ‘normal’ minigun has been replaced with multiple bottles of alchemical liquid that are connected via tube.. Slotted within this gun is a rather large A/B, which operates the rotation, fire mechanism, as well as the crystallization of the liquid. The A/B is also used to create a small barrier on the bottles to prevent them from breaking. When the trigger is pulled, the liquid in the tubes passes the A/B, entering the barrels. As it enters the barrel, the liquid is turned into a crystal, which is then fired out at high velocity. The effect of the crystal bullet is dependent on which bottle of liquid it’s currently set to. The recoil and kick on the minigun is quite easy to control… For Oswyn that is.
This gun is pretty ‘easy’ to store as the barrels can retract to some extent. The gun has a long shoulder sling, allowing him to let it sit diagonally across his back and have quick access to it if need be.
So the question is, “Why a minigun?”
The answer is “Why the fuck not?”
Experiment No. 1431.5 (Alchemical Revolver)
“So, does Oswyn have any… smaller weapons?”
Yes. Yes he does.
Experiment No. 1431.5 is a weapon that was miraculously created without a hitch.. Yet. This revolver works off the same premise as the minigun, except in a smaller, more compact form.. Which is less destructive, but still as deadly, depending on the type of shot. Each chamber of the cylinder holds a small amount of alchemical fluid, however the cylinder doesn’t rotate after firing, allowing Oswyn full control over what’s actually being shot out.
Other nice things:
Oswyn carries around a mobile alchemy station, as well as many dangerous and volatile chemicals, within his sling bag. He also had a few potions slotted into his belt. The effects of which are only known to him. He also has a gas mask.
Specialties:
- Very good at understanding the situation, but not the feelings of others
- Surprisingly, he’s a good cook.
- Good at tripping over things. |
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Kasumi
"Does he think us foolish?"
"That doesn't matter. What matters is that he knows better to try to pick fight with a sin, especially two sins." she said.
"Mr Vale, I see you aren't as dumb as you look. Although your tongue is too sharp and loose for my taste..." Kasumi said, doing, rolling her eyes, and putting the needles away.
"You aren't in the position of making any demands, and your little act of trying to bribe us with information, sadly, didn't worked." Kasumi said with a mischievous smile as she grabbed the chained daggers, holding both of them as only one dagger in one of her gauntlets.
"You will answer our questions, and depending on your answers, you will meet death right here, by our hands, be arrested, or, if you answer the right things, we may even let you go. But I suggest you think very well about every movement and word you speak from now on."
she said,
"Are we understood Mr Vale?" Kasumi asked, in a menacing tone.
"I'm glad that you do. Now, could you give me your blade?" I promise I will give it back to you once we are finished. Even if we do decide to kill you, after all, it would be very boring to fight an unarmed man..." she said, giggling and throwing one of the daggers in the direction of the man's sword, while holding the other one. Using the chain, it would coil itself around his sword, being used to take it out of his hands. | - - - - (Personal Details)
First Name: Kasumi "Fox" "The last Kagerou"
Last Name: Kuromoto
Age: 19
Sex: Female
Home Nation: A small island on the south-east of Thorisa. Home to the now extinct group, the Kagerou.
Appearance: Purplish, long hair, usually adorned with beads and strings. Two locks of hair are tied with a blue neon string.
Standing at 1.70m, she is of an exotic beauty. Slender, flexible and athletic body, shaped by years of training. Mysterious and treacherous eyes coupled with a mysterious smile draws the attention of those who look at her.
Casually she wears a brown buttoned coat with black pants, but while in a mission, her attire of choice is a black leather suit, with a hoodied cape made of straps of black cloth, making it easier for her to blend in the environment while dark and move silently. Her armor isn't fancy or complex. It wasn't made for being flashy or beautiful, it was made to be effective and not restrict her movements. The cloak can even look raggedy with the black straps dangling around, but it fills its purpose perfectly.
Personality: Kasumi is a trained assassin and accomplished infiltrator, sure, but at the same time she is still a 19 years old girl. While in a mission she is very focused and centered. When blood is drawn though, she fights with a smile on her face, enjoying the hunt. Her eyes and expression are of excitedness and joy, while she pounces on her prey with a wild, fast and furious style.
Outside of combat she has a very fox like behavior. Cunning, manipulative, flirty and provocative, she enjoys provocating others, particularly those she find interesting or men which she finds attractive. She wont refrain from using her charm to get what she wants, but can be surprisingly warm and sweet to those who are able to earn her trust and admiration.
History: Kagerou, a group of very select individuals. Sons of the shadows they were called. The best assassins and infiltrators. Different from other mercenaries though, Kagerous were famous for abiding by the "old code". They offered their services only to those who they deemed "worthy" and with goals who were worthy of them. Their loyalty was absolute, and would not betray their "lord" or left his side until his death or the completion of said goal. Not surprisingly, those who had their blades by their sides, had every information they needed, and their blade would reach everywhere. There was no escape to a person marked by the Kagerou.
Due to this, they became very feared. Their names were synonym of an unstoppable force. Even nations feared them. They were actually not serving, but controlling the path that Thorisa would follow by serving those who they deemed worthy.
Each year that passed, they became even more feared. People would treat them like deities. Some even started cultuating them as the will of the gods.
The Kagerou rule Thorisa until one day.
The day of the betrayal. All the nations agreed that something had to be done. Every single man and woman in Thorisa was subject to their "code". Betrayed by their own lord, the Kagerou were mercilessly slain. Every single one of them, wiped out of existence. Or that was what they thought.
Hidden in the shadows, the last Kagerou disappeared from the world. Ages passed, and their name became an old myth.
Many years later, a rumor began spreading. A name that was long forgotten. The Kagerou.
A very effective assassin and killer, abiding by the same old code. Her name was unknown. Her alias "Fox" was said in hushed tones by important people around Thorisa. Many said that she was only pretending to be a Kagerou to earn money, that the Kagerou were long gone, but a few swore by the fact that the Kagerou weren't dead, "The last Kagerou" they called her.
...
Kasumi's life was a constant battle. Many assassins were sent to take her life. Wishing to protect her identity, she refrained from killing them, instead, always fleeing, never staying for too long at the same town.
She didn't have a "Lord", and didn't cared about one either, Kasumi was different from the other Kagerou. The old code was exactly what it was: old and outdated, it served only to lead the former Kagerou to their demise.
Kasumi didn't wanted to live slave to a "Lord". She wanted her own freedom.
Deciding to serve no one, only her, Kasumi made her mind: She wouldn't make the same mistake as the former Kagerou made. She would live. She would do whatever did her happy and fulfilled. She would only take missions and hunt when she wanted to, she would never offer her body to someone who didn't deserved it, as the female Kagerou did back then. She was her own master.
Occupation: Former assassin/infiltrator
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Primary Focus: Ki
Magical Capabilities:
- Shadow walk: Kasumi is completely invisible and undetectable by any means while on shadows.
- Predator's body: Ancient Kagerou technique reinforces one's body with ki, giving it absurd agility, speed and precision. Unlike other body reinforcing techniques, this one focuses on speed, agility and precision. Although strength and toughness are also enhanced, they are only enhanced about half of what the standard body reinforcing techniques would allow to. Plus it allows her to climb steep walls and move without difficulty even in the roughest terrains.
- One with the dark: Emits an aura of complete darkness around a large area around her. Anyone inside it are completely in the darkness. Although light sources work inside this aura, their effectivity is severely reduced.
Body Modifications: None.
Weapons and Equipment:
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Specialties:
- Infiltration/Assassination
- Very flexible body
- Knowledgeable about poisons and healing herbs
- Able to craft a myriad of equipment such as alchemical smoke bombs, poisonous smoke, tranquilizer, etc.
- Naturally silent
- Thanks to her abilities, is able to see in the complete darkness
- Survival techniques and first aid |
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Tyler's weave is from the dollar store. That is all. | | 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). |
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Prologue
"Extinguished Dreams aren’t Always what They Seem”
‘The fuck did a bag of cement come from?’ Ren thought as his face was met with sack of pure solid. It was the best way he could describe it. The pain that followed afterward, that was familiar. Like smacking your face on the pavement familiar. The kid was before him, ripe for the slaughter and in his next breath, the world on its side filled his view, as his face met the actual pavement and slid across it. Ren was certain a smear of blood and flesh now graced the street.
He hadn’t signed up for any of this shit.
Andrew’s tackle was enough to free up Miles, who sprung from the ground, his breathing quick and eyes holding an air of frenzy. Could he have actually died in those moments? That man had seemed so…excited to tower over Miles. That smug sneer was something Miles had seen before.
He was gonna pay for that.
Miles bent down, flexing his legs and narrowed his eyes. He nettled with anger, but pushed past the anger and focused the security he felt from “Fitz”, his source of strength. A compilation of memories and feelings of what a loving Father would feel like; the strength and pride of it all. He mixed it with his defiance. It flooded Miles and he tapped into his Magni arts, the arms of Fitz growing around his own. He looked up just as he heard a grunt from the two entangled men.
The criminal’s hands began to glow as he finally extricated himself from the tangle and stood up, his face contorted with a swell of fury. The hunched shoulders slowly heaving was a clear indicator that things were taking a dangerous turn. The growing crackle of electric energy was just icing on top of it all. He turned to the Not-Purse-Snatcher, a grin of trite anger playing on his face.
Miles bolted forward with fervor, adrenaline sinking more spring in his steps. He dove forward, Fitz’s arms defensively crossed as the would-be bank robber let loose with an arc or electric energy for the other male. Miles intercepted the arc, deflecting it slightly. Unable to fully block or absorb the attack, the lightning wrapped around his Arms. Seeming to have a binding effect, Miles found himself unable to move as he hung in the air, fighting off the energy of the attack. And losing terribly.
’I should probably have a backup plan right about now.’
The thought--an image of him having some way to escape this-- was jutted from his mind as the spring of force from the lightning launched him back. Miles found himself sailing through the air once again this night. His Fitz-encased form sailed over Ventus, just as the second villain's eyes fluttered open.
A sharp intake was the first sound from Ventus. He jolted up as he saw the boy fly across his field of vision-- eyes wild with a confused light. He felt as if he’d been pulled from mass of darkness into full consciousness as he looked around, taking information of his surroundings. ’The heist, that’s right!’ This heist, already on an accelerated timeline. Fuck, this was the last time he’d take a job like this.
The beauty of enhanced speed is the metabolism. Of course, most party drugs required a higher dose for him, and sleeping medication could be popped like candy in his hands. But, sedatives?
“You fucking kidding me with that?” he grumbled to as he sprung to his feet. He didn’t wait for the paramedic to respond as he delivered a swift kick to his side. ”You’re pissing me off now.” However, he was slightly woozy and only just made out the kid crashing into the hood of the ambulance. He took another deep breath, trying to stave off the growing torrent of a headache. ”I’m so over this night!”
Ventus was starving, he was tired, using much more of his powers than he’d been expecting--’Fuck, Brandi was right about carb stocking today’-- and he still couldn’t accept how extra this night had been. A growl issued from him, his only way of expressing his current state. He wanted to end this ASAP. A loud clang got his attention, and he turned to the ambulance to see a girl stumble appear behind it. She was going after what appeared to be a fire extinguisher away, movements sluggish, stumbling.
For some reason, the mundane humor of the scene stood out to him, lighting the circuits of his mind and clearing the residual fog in his mind. It started processing stimuli and information at its enhanced. ’End the night. No survivors. No loose ends. Do it quickly. Hostage? Hostage!’ A grin played on his face as he focused on the girl, leaving the paramedic be for now.
Evelyn looked up as one of the bank robbers began to stare at her. Her fingers had only just closed around the extinguisher as he began to move. He was there, and before she could fully process it, he was already halfway to her, his speed building as he charged her.
Instinct guided her actions and self-preservation took growing hold as the extinguisher floated from her hands and she felt a slight brevity. A leavening of her body, telekinetic energy building in her, focused on the extinguisher as she built up energy--spinning it-- in the precious instants before the bank robber was too close for her to react to. The fire extinguisher launched from the space in between her hands, hurtling with dangerous velocity toward the speedy criminal.
Allen twitched his head slightly to the left, narrowly avoiding the now-airborne and projectile extinguisher. Another hype? That girl was obviously more than met the eye. The extinguisher flew past him, still pinning with purposeful force as it hurtled now toward his heist partner.
Ren looked broke his attention from the individual before him just in time to see the fire extinguisher. His hand jutted up, sending a quick fireball toward the canister. Fire meeting a compressed substance as it does-- with such volatility, the extinguisher exploded, creating a cloud of more confusion as the billow of smoke and foam particles even obscured Ram’s vision.
He ducked down, trying to get some visual. ’I hope that kid is alright? Ay dios mio, please.’ The explosion gave way to a temporary pause in the brawl and Ram took this opportunity to gather his thoughts. ’We gotta regroup. Channel efforts, overwhelm the heavy hitter first.’ Keeping low, he rushed to the ambulance, just as he heard a sound from the hood of the ambulance. Leaving a spiderweb array of cracks on the windshield, the boy was miraculously not dead. Hell, he even seemed to be okay. Ram reached him, just as he felt a distinct rush of wind, of someone speeding by him.
Ventus ignored Ram as he passed him. ’I’ll leave ‘em for now, and cut to the chase.’ That explosion had thrown him off, seeking cover from it initially. But he neared the girl now, his enhanced speed closing the 30 meter gap in a couple of seconds. She let out a squeal as he grabbed her, but her thrashing was no use.
“Nuh-uh,” he chided her, pinning her arms down, and rushing her to the steps of the bank.
Eve cried out in apparent terror, “Let me go!” Her limbs thrashed and the flurry of her hair was a red mess. As she reached the steps and was thrust to the ground, she glared at him, her eyes glazing over a bit. There was a loud groan that pierced the night, of a large amount of metal being moved. The ambulance a few meters away began to rise in the air a few feet as Evelyn raised her hand slowly, guiding it, causing it to narrowly miss Ram.
He darted over to the paramedic, helping him up. This night was getting severely out of hand. Where the hell was the rest of the emergency services. Quickly he ushered the male from harm.
“Are you okay?” He asked. ”Look, we must take out the fire and lightning man if we want to end this fight. The kid is going to get the other guy, I believe I saw him walk through the ambulance. They’ll try to get the speed demon. Do you have any more of those sedatives or something that we can use? I am not certain how much longer we can dodge him.”
”Oh hell no, you won’t even get the chance,” A voice said behind him, flooding him with dread.
Ren stalked forward, his hand alight with small dancing flames going down the length of his arm. They pooled together, growing and swirling in his arm as he neared the newest obstacle in him completing this heist. The girl seemed solely focused on the ambulance, much to her detriment. Ren didn’t have an abundance of patience, but he was practical. He had to be to survive his line of work. This prevented him from getting to a point of rash and bad decisions. That point had been passed near the beginning of the fight.
“Show’s over, Dollface,” Ren stated as he jutted his hand forward and a torrent of flame issued forth, enveloping Evelyn. She screamed out in shock. A loud squeaking and screeching came from the dropped ambulance. The fire dissipated, leaving a searing hole in her hospital gown, bits of charred flesh already visible and sizzling. She dropped to her knees, arms limp at the side, a weak protest issuing from her lips. Falling face first, she moved no more, a slight smolder issuing from her back.
“We’re closing the curtain on this.” | | 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). |
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► L A R I S S A | O L Y M P U SMay 2016 - One Night After The Explosion
The barely regained breath was quickly stolen from Joseph's lungs as his ribs were met with a sharp kick. There could have been a crack but Joseph wasn't sure as he fell to the ground. Gripping the spare sedatives he had taken from the ambulance, Joseph snarled as the crook took off.
"STAY AWAY FROM HER!" Joseph yelled as the bank robber moved towards the patient who had escaped out of the back of the ambulance. The next few minutes seemed to pass in a blur as a fire extinguisher flew through the air and the ambulance began to rise from the ground. The scrapping noise of the front fender along the asphalt was nearly deafening, a sharp and truly abrasive noise that caused Joseph to shudder in pain before one thought consumed his mind.
Travis!
Forcing himself to stand, Joseph stumbled forward until another hand took a hold of his shoulder. A man offering aid as he sought to end the escalating conflict as much as Joseph himself.
"There's more in the..." Joseph started, pointing with his head towards the floating vehicle. Suddenly the pair were interrupted by the man whose hands had emitted gouts of fire. Joseph's face dropped in horror as he was powerless to stop the man as the flames emerged from his hand burning the patient who had been in the back of the ambulance. Her lifeless body dropped to the ground, flames still burning on the singed hospital robe.
"NO!" Joseph yelled, a guttural roar rising from his chest as he tore away from the man who had helped him. Pouncing the fire user, Joseph raised a balled fist and drilled it into the man, using his other hand to grasp at the man's throat. The sedatives previously held in his hand, dropped to the ground, rolling back towards Ram as Joseph unleashed his rage on Ren. | 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 |
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To say he hadn’t expected his charge to work might have been taking things a little too far. After all, he’d tried it, which had to mean he at least thought there was some slim chance, no matter how slight. Still, Andrew was almost as surprised by the impact of their collision as the man with whom he collided. And this all after expending enough effort to leave him already breathless before any air could be knocked out of him. This was the third time he’d hit the ground today. The third time he cursed all the soft squishy bits of himself that seemed so easily battered. At least this time, it was voluntary… Third time’s the charm, right?
Still, ow.
He grunted as an elbow shoved itself between his ribs and couldn’t help the instinctive desire to roll off the man struggling under him. He wasn’t so much dazed as just really not wanting to move anymore. His head was freaking killing him and there were big black spots floating across his eyes. If he could just lie there for a while, he’d be good with that, seriously, just fine. But that wasn’t in the cards. Or really, common sense. You shouldn’t lie around on hard cement when things were exploding. But despite the glow above him, and the singing hum of electricity that reminded him of telephone wires, Andrew took his time pulling his arms under himself and blinking through the way his vision was swimming. He needed air and slow motion so as not to jar his head too much.
“Oh, fuck me…” It was only once he managed to raise his head, seeing a shadow between him and the light, that he realized the danger he’d been in. Looked like he and the kid were even when it came to saving each other. But why was the kid flying backwards now?
Shaking his head might have cleared it faster, but it would also have sent lovely spikes through it, so Andrew just took a few deep breaths and kept working himself upright. Slow and steady and if the guy fried him before he made it up, then he supposed… Well, he didn’t have much defense against it anyway, but he really didn’t want the guy to electrocute him. Or barbecue him. Or even singe him slightly. It just… he couldn’t move any faster.
His head was screaming and so was that little internal voice that let him know he was up to his neck in shit and liable to drown any time, but he couldn’t get an ounce more speed out of his limbs. And heaven knew, he was trying. Absolutely terrified of the position he’d put himself in and unable to escape it.
So, it was lucky for the young man that time wasn’t standing still, else the fire extinguisher would never have caused enough distraction to drag Sparky’s attention elsewhere. It almost ruined all his efforts in getting up though, making him stagger back and almost lose his balance as one hand raised to hold his head and the other reached out for some support from the air. Loud, concussive, momentarily blinding, he stumbled as well as he could to the side, so he’d at least not be where he was once the air cleared, but he still wasn’t moving fast. Or even in any particular direction.
Covering his mouth and nose with an arm and trying not to breathe even as he gasped for breath and coughed from the sting in his throat (worst situation ever), Andrew started in surprise at a hand on his shoulder and swayed when his instinctive motion to get out of reach and see who it was backfired. Thankfully, he could make out the kid’s worried expression through the extinguishing spray drifting around and was grateful for his support as they started for the steps of the bank. Mostly, just out of instinct and the hope that these two criminals were finished with the place now.
Unfortunately, it wasn’t to be. And Andrew pushed himself forward faster when they saw the girl in Speedy’s arms. “Got any more surprises, kid?” No? But not out for the count either, well, as long as they were both still standing, they might as well try… something…
Hell of a plan, wasn’t it?
Neither of them noticed the floating ambulance or the response it elicited in their fiery tempered not-friend. Miles left him to make his own way closer to the bank, and onward Andrew hobbled, hands up, too slow to be much concern but close enough to garner some attention. Just, not… “No.” His hands dropped of their own accord when fire twisted through the air and curled its soft-sided heat against her chest, pressing close. “No… No…… Now!”
As the girl fell forward, the speedster stood shocked. Hardened criminal or not, it was a violent death too close for comfort, and that moment’s hesitation cost the man when Andrew finally found his breath, already forcing his feet to lift faster. Miles followed through perfectly, and the man was trapped between unforgiving hands for the short time it took the two to reach him, reach her. Andrew practically collapsed on him, dragging him to the ground and they sprawled there, as Miles joined Andrew, putting as much weight as they could on the man to keep him out of the running.
Still, gasping, lying on the guy’s shoulders, Andrew reached for the girl, hoping that it wasn’t as bad as it looked, that she was still alive, that if it was that bad, she wasn’t hanging on. Too much conflicting desires in his head to leave any room for the pain, at least, momentarily… “No, no, no, please. Hey. Hey?” She wasn’t answering. He couldn’t reach from his position. “The fuck you people doing?” | | 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, and straight but currently shaved close. 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. Car, forklift, golf cart, fourwheeler.
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.
Pretty good gardener, too.
| 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. |
45,430 | 1,235 | 4 | 2,555 | 593 | Maxine Faraday Maxine cursed through staggered breath, her beating heart bouncing around in her chest as she gasped for air. She was hid behind a parked vehicle, and could feel the chill of the cool metal against the back of her head as her eyes darted anxiously around their sockets. The sounds of the battle were indistinct from another in their levels of terror; mangled together in one fearsome cacophony mere feet away from her hiding place. Something crashed into the other side of the car with sudden force, and Maxine felt her heart stop for a second that seemed eternal. But then, there was movement, and she was once again left alone. She exhaled with relief; her brow gleaming with sweat. She had to make a move. She'd only come to this fucking city to investigate the goings-on at the power plant, maybe stop a few crooks here and there. Sure, she'd chosen to embark on this journey of vigilantism, but this... The sound of metal making contact with flesh interrupted her thoughts only briefly. This wasn't what she signed up for.
Cautiously, she peered upwards; just enough to afford herself a view of the fray in the mirror of the car, without exposing her whereabouts. It was chaos. Maxine could not even begin to count how many individuals were involved, and they didn't make the task seem any easier with the wildness in which they moved and attacked one another. An ambulance nearby creaked and shuddered as it lifted off the ground, and began moving across the street-cum-battlefield. Within seconds, a blast of flame incinerated a petite figure, and though it was too far away to make out any level of detail, the way in which it slumped to the ground told Maxine that it was very much dead. The ambulance crashed to the floor with a similar sense of finality.
Enough was enough.
Spurred on by adrenaline, Maxine shot to her feet. Not pausing to consider her actions, she raised both arms above her head with an air of purpose. The car that had concealed her groaned in protest as it was lifted into the air; a lunge from Maxine's left arm sent the mass of metal hurtling towards the murderer... And, by association, those who were attempting to restrain him. None of that mattered to Maxine; all those present had caused enough damage for one evening.
Not waiting for a retaliation, a determined clenching of her fists ripped the rear doors of the ambulance from their hinges, and Maxine flicked her wrists to launch them at indiscriminate targets. She was going to get out of this alive, whatever it took. | I M P U L S E
A X I N E N A T A L I A F A R A D A Y ◼ 2 0 / 0 6 / 1 9 9 5 ( 2 1 ) ◼ F E M A L E ◼ A S E X U A L
▼ A P P E A R A N C E:"The fuck are you looking at?"//STATS:
◼ HEIGHT | 5'-6"
◼ WEIGHT | 118 lbs
◼ BUILD | Very thin
◼ EYE COLOUR | Blue
◼ HAIR COLOUR | Blonde (Dyed black)
◼ ETHNICITY | Caucasian
//DESCRIPTION:
Maxine has a striking appearance; her gaunt facial features and piercing blue eyes make her look quite intimidating. The only makeup she wears is heavy eyeliner, and beneath her harsh fringe is a seemingly terminal case of 'chronic bitchface'. Occasionally this facade might crack, allowing a bemused snarl of a smile to curl her lips; this is usually at the expense of someone else. Were she not surrounded by an air of hostility, it would be hard to find Max imposing: she sustains herself on a diet of cigarettes and vodka, and her frame is decidedly frail beneath the oversized black attire she drapes herself in.
▼ B I O G R A P H Y:"I hated school. Buncha jerks telling smaller jerks what to do."
Maxine had a rather uneventful youth; the oldest of three children in the reasonably wealthy Faraday family Max was always outshined by her well-behaved and academically brilliant siblings. And whilst they're on track for top-tier jobs after they graduate, Maxine didn't even make it into college; it was much more likely to find Max drinking in bars she wasn't old enough to get into, rather than revising or studying. But as she matures, Maxine has come to regret her past decisions and the obstacles they have created for her in the present.
She was on the cusp of turning twenty when her powers first manifested, and with them came inspiration, motivation and a new lease for life. She's left home in search of purpose, using her magnetic abilities to interfere with crime as best she can - a modern Maverick, of sorts - but never staying in one place long enough to forge any kind of meaningful relationship. After hearing of the incident at the power station in Larissa and suspecting foul play, Maxine has made her way to the city in search of an apartment. Of course, that is, once she has received her monthly allowance.
▼ A B I L I T I E S / S K I L L S:"I don't got much going for me. My powers are the main attraction."
//ABILITIES:
▼ MAGNETISM
◼ STAGE 01 | Maxine can manipulate magnetism; that is, she can exert power over magnetic metals. This allows her to attract and repel these materials with relative ease, as well as cause them to levitate with further concentration. This puts her in a position that enables her to use her metallic surroundings in combat, by throwing them or using them as weapons to bludgeon her foes. Similarly, she is able to easily disarm an opponent of any magnetic weaponry they may be wielding; even able to directly affect her foe with her powers, if they are wearing a substantial amount of metal. She can also interfere with most basic technology by exposing it to her magnetic field.
◼ STAGE 02 | As Maxine's powers grow, her powers over magnetism increase, granting her the ability to influence larger objects with greater ease. Furthermore, she becomes able to create magnetic fields, influencing all of the metal around her at once. She has less control when utilising this approach, and thus her attacks are less precise. With greater concentration she can strengthen her magnetic fields to the point that they repel metallic objects, shielding those within it from attacks. This is especially useful for negating sprays of bullets, though the fields are difficult to maintain for extended periods and this power should not be relied on.
//SKILLS:
◼ DECEPTION | Maxine is a pathological liar, and after spending years of snaking her way out of bothersome scenarios, deception has become second nature to her. She is able to remain cool and flippant when interrogated, and is good at keeping tabs on the lies she has told in order to maintain consistency. Through this, Maxine is also good at masking her intents and emotions, and can be very persuasive.
◼ INTIMIDATION | Conversely to her own truth-concealing talents, Max is also rather good at convincing people to do things they might not want to. She utilises her intimidating nature and cruel apathy to extract secrets from her victims, or persuade them to part with belongings.
◼ SELF DEFENCE | She might not be all that strong, but Maxine should not be underestimated. A life of frequenting bars in the seedier sides of town has taught her to always have her guard up, and she is always ready to fend off anyone who might attack her. She wields a concealed knife at all times, beneath her baggy clothes, that she can whip out in seconds - and she knows how to use it.
//LIMITATIONS:
Maxine's abilities are limited by the fact that they naturally only affect magnetic materials. They can be nullified entirely by removing these materials from the environment, or using stronger magnetic equipment to overpower her abilities. She is especially vulnerable to artificially generated electromagnetic fields, which she finds difficult to perform within. Her abilities also take a great deal of concentration to use properly, and leave her mentally and physically taxed after performing large feats. She is limited also by the dimension of her target: in the same way that she cannot move an entire football field, she is also unable to magnetically affect microscopic traces of metal, such as the iron in ones blood. Additionally, she is constrained by distance: she can only affect magnetic objects within the range of her magnetic fields, which at this point in time is her immediate vicinity.
//WEAKNESSES:
Maxine's primary weaknesses lay in the ease of which her powers can be interfered with, and the physical toll that using them takes upon her body. This is largely because she is physically very weak, and whilst she can probably hold her own against another individual, she would quite easily be trumped by a group without her powers. Without her powers, she would also stand very little chance against another Hype.
▼ M O T I V A T I O N / O B J E C T I V E:"We argue a lot, sure. But my folks are pretty cool."
The Faraday family was reasonably rich, and as an only child for much of her youth, Maxine was a bit of a brat. As she ventured into her teens, and younger siblings had been birthed, this brattish nature gave way to a spirit of rebellion and teenaged anarchy. She thrived in misbehaving and enjoyed doing things with the sole intent of pissing off her folks. And whilst she was raising Hell, her siblings managed to outshine her in every aspect of their lives. Now that she's older, Maxine struggles to shake off the bad-girl image she spent years creating - not least because it allows her to hide her Hyperhuman gifts from her family. Beneath the tough-bitch facade is a young woman who wants nothing more than for her parents to be proud of her, and what better way than to earn their approval than by saving lives? |
45,431 | 1,235 | 5 | 2,300 | 468 | The Mavericks | Neo-Genesis
Prologue
"The Come Down is Always Hardest to Accept”
All he wanted was quiet, a touch of peace. Why was it so much to ask for a smooth run? Which of his ancestral gods had he pissed off this time?
’Apparently all of them. At once,’ The fist met his face again and as enraged as he was--Ren couldn’t summon his inferno. He couldn’t breathe life into this temporary mesh of electricity and fire. Something was blocking his rage, his inferno.
’Fuck this comedown,’ Ren thought. ’Fuck this weakness. But most of all,’
”Fuck." Ren spat. ”You” He heaved once more against the man against him. It was no use, he couldn’t channel his powers, his body was near spent and he felt weak on top of it all. He pushed once more, determined to upheave the bastard pinning him and was surprised when he felt a bit of give.
Ren opened his eyes just in time to see not a paramedic being thrust off of him, but one scrambling from him. Ren only needed a second to process before he heard a ’whoosh!’ of air, a familiar metallic groan, and looked up in time to see a car hurtling toward him. A dive to the side aided by a pitiful spurt of fire from his hands was all that saved him from being crushed an instant later as the metal contraption landed with a deafening crunch and screech of metal.
The throb and rush of blood to Ren’s brain briefly overshadowed the throb and rush of pain emanating from his hand. ‘Fuck that knife chucking asshole!’ He thought, almost in a mantra fashion. A strained set of eyes darted around the battlefield, searching for his target. With the little bit of time he had before he was spent out, he could make sure that Hispanic sonofabitch felt pain. But first, where did that car come from?
He dug his feet in as a wave of nausea hit him, needing a second to gather himself. ’Not now, not now, not now. Don’t lose it just yet.’ He blinked back sinus flare tears, their sting further irritating him. Soldering his resolve. The night wasn’t over, the job wasn’t complete. And unfortunately, this caliber of the heist game didn’t look kindly on botched jobs. Though Ren could feel the jolts ebbing away in his body, the tingling sensation more of a restive buzz now, he refused to relinquish this fight. ’Next time, I’m opting for some gold Apex.’ Sweat kissed his head with numbing passion and Ren tried to ignore the chill-- sat on the top of his spine-- as he jutted his hand forward.
There were the two individuals before him--now it was four. Fuck this vision! He shook his head until the blurred images of his opponents melded into just two individuals once more. ...
The tendrils of electricity were slow to start, but they etched down his arm once more and there was a tightening sensation in his stomach as the heavy smell of nickel washed through his nose.
“I swear this night could have been simple,” he pronounced through gritted teeth. The two before him were weary, he could see that at least. Cutting them down, he could deal with the ‘dunder duo’ that had taken down his partner. ’Get the box, cut the cord and disappear.’ That was all he needed to do, such simple steps. He could do it. He could do it. ’....I think.’ “But you all needed to jump into the dog ring, didntcha?”
A huff of an exhale sent resolve, determination and a little bit of snot flying from Ren’s nose as he pointed at the paramedic of the two individuals. As he set to loose an arc of energy, he noticed a girl. She stood defiantly, and the way she looked at him...well there are some things you just know in life after seeing something.
Like who probably just attempted to flatten you with 3 tonnes of metal.
Ren felt his pupils dilate and the muscles in his neck grew taut. The energy in him was building, and though it was rapidly draining him, all he could do was stare at her in disbelief for a few seconds. ”Are you...fucking kidding me? Another one!?”
His question was answered as a quick motion on her part sent a pair of objects--are those doors?--flying into the fray. The spin of one of the doors pathed it toward Ren’s general direction and used one of the last bits of his precious energy to deflect it, sending the door with a smoldering hole careening a few inches from the pair that had somehow managed to best his speedster.
At the same time he heard the distinct wail of sirens. Far off for now, but rapidly growing closer. Fuck it, he could go down with nothing left or he’d make it out of here before the pigs of Larissa showed up. There was no capture clause in his moral contract.
”Fine, new plan: you can just call me the lady killer,” Ren said. Though his voice held no joy or amusement. There was a chill behind it as tore a bit of cloth his sleeve and proceeded to wrap his hand in it. The hand was numb at this point, and he knew it was out of commission, but he was going to tough it out.
It was one of the last mistakes Ren would make that night, not running when had the chance.
He planted his feet once more--
And if I die, in this night,
He knew well the risks of attempting this on a good day, let alone a night like tonight.
I pray it be illuminated, for the night sky to see
But he disregarded that, producing a small syringe and jabbing it into his thigh. Another high for the night. Adrenaline in its simplest form. Just a boost for one last fit of rage.
All the beauty, that was once in me
Jutting out his hands, Ren let loose with two concentrated blasts of fire. Blue sparks of electricity accented them as one rocketed toward the girl and the other aimed at that knife chucking asshole. | | 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). |
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► L A R I S S A | O L Y M P U SMay 2016 - One Night After The Explosion
"Fuck fuck fuckfuckfuck!" Ram cursed himself trying to rush forward. He could aim it right, he knew he could. Aim the knife right for the man's jugular. He knew the spots to hit. He'd...practiced the stances before. But Ram wasn't fast enough to save her. As the female patient fell to the ground, the dread in Ram's stomach almost felt palpable.
'What has this night become?'
But he wasn't granted a reprieve to mourn her before having to scramble for his own safety. 'Never stop moving.' He knew that, he remembered that at least. The paramedic had said in the truck there should be more sedatives. A hopeful end to this night. But he saw it as it rolled from the paramedic's pocket. The syringe of the sedative almost resonated like a floating heart in a video game the way Ram scrambled for it. He dove, tucking on impact and cradling it until he was able to spring to his feet. He was preparing to make a mad dash to this lunatic of a fiend. This man of rage--before he heard a sickening wrench of metal, twisting and pulling apart.
'Of course there's more, there's always more.'
Ram knew enough only to be aware of his immediate surroundings as he made a sprint to the ambulance only to see a door come careening toward him. His eyes broke down the speed, position of the door--his body responded in turn, flattening down to avoid having his torso nearly split in half by the metal door. He spun to see the source of these new obstacles--a girl! Where had she come from? Her concentration--'The doors are definitely hers.'--but there was a fear in her eyes.--'She's not one of them.'-- Opening the side door, he quickly dove in and found the remaning sedative.
'Think. thinkthinkthink...What's the plan? How do I get us-- Wait, when had those others be come 'us'?--'out of here?' He was out of the vehicle again as their original opponent freed himself, Ram quickly made his way to Joe's side.
That's when he saw the kid.
Low, his dark clothes a mere bump in the blend of shadows, the kid swiftly neared the mentally unkempt robber. A flicker of purple began to envelop him but dissipated.
'We're all at our end. It's this or nothing,' Ram thought with a grim nod of apprehension. He knew what he needed to do.
There was a briliant surge of light from the villain--his palms giving an air of brilliance that could almost be admired if not so deadly--as he released a column of energy. Ram noted a flash of purple immediately before though--the kid!--and the lid of a garbage can sailed into their would be executors head. The beams careened off kilter, allowing Ram to duck down, pulling the medic with him.
This was his chance!
"Rush one more time!" He hissed to the medic. Ram palmed the two sedatives in one hand and doubled back at a spring to a sprint, launching himself with his free hand on the hood of the ambulance. From there he sprung in the air, turning himself and scrambling into a slight tumble as he hit the ground. He closed the distance between himself and the gaunt looking girl with a dash. She had barely avoided the beam meant for her and hadn't yet regained proper footing when Ram charged her, tackling her to the ground and plunging the sedative into her neck.
"I promise, I really am sorry about this," He whispered.
Rushing forward, Joseph tackled Ren to the ground. Struggling with the criminal, he took ahold of one of Ren's arms, trying to pin it behind the other man's back as Ren fought against Joseph with his every breath.
"I'm going to kill you this time." Ren growled through gritted teeth at Joseph ignored the man's threat. Cranking the man's arm up, Joseph heard a satisfying 'CRACK' as Ren howled in pain, the arm breaking behind his back as Joseph let go and swung, his fist connecting with Ren's jawline. Spitting blood, Ren slid backwards as he struggled to his feet, his hand beginning to glow only for Joseph to rush him again. The glow fizzled out as soon as Joseph's hand touched Ren's skin. Another fist struck Ren as he doubled out, the wind escaping his lungs as his stomach hugged his spine.
"Big man when your powers work." Joey snarled as his foot connected with one of Ren's kneecaps, a sickening snap echoing into the night. "But when they falter, you sure aren't much." He added as Ren was forced to take a knee, an anguished cry escaping from his mouth.
"As your medical counsel, I'd advise you to stay down." Joseph added with a smirk as he looked for Ram. "What are you doing?" He asked with a tone of disbelief as Ram left the newcomer in a drug induced state of unconciousness.
Ram looked up, running a hand through his hair and taking a deep breath. The girl slumped in his arms. He took the remainder of the sedative of the syringe and showed it to the medic. "Being cautious. I didn't give her a full dose, but we can't have her flinging car parts while trying to wrap this up," He carried her over toward the other pair. "I'm sure I could ask you the same, no? You enjoyed that a bit, didn't you?"
"More than I'd care to admit." Joseph replied as he kicked Ren over for one last insult. "What about..." Joseph started to ask as he looked around, his eyes catching sight of the ambulance. "TRAVIS!" He exclaimed, breaking into a run towards the battered vehicle. Hauling open the passenger door of the ambulance, Joseph found Travis slumped over in the passenger seat, air bag deployed and blood dripping from several abrasions on his head. Performing a routine check for spinal or neck injuries, Joseph slowly lowered Travis to the ground once satisfied that it wouldn't endanger his friend further. Rushing to the back of the ambulance, Joseph pulled out a first aid kit, quickly cleaning the wounds of his partner, the antispetic splashing on his hands alerting Joseph to his own bruised and bloodied knuckles. Reaching for his radio, Joseph noted it had been ripped on in the struggle and instead picked up Travis' as he called the situation in.
"This is Unit 53 calling in for additionally emergency services at Larissa City Bank. We've got injured and are in need of police services." | 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 |
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Prologue
"Let's Just Pretend This Never Happened"
Unforutnately, Joseph would be met with no reply--only silence. Repeated attempts would show no avail, prompting Ram to speak up.
"The electricity from before, it must have burned out the radio." He checked around them, noting the damage. "But maybe that is for the best? How would we explain this?" The door of the bank still smoldered, though the rest of the bank was--miraculously 'or precisely?-- still in tact. The ambulance was in a state of visual shame, it's door strewn this way and that. Even a small spiderweb of cracks puctuated the ground. He turned to rest his eyes on the subdued unidentified girl. "I mean, how would you even begin to--? What the hell are you doing!?"
Ram made a start toward the small masked kid, who was now hovering over the girl, touching her forehead with...something.
"Hey kid, you have to be smart enough to know--"
First off" Miles cut him off, finally taking the time to turn his attention to this newcomer guy. "Don't call me kid, I barely let the Not-purse-snatcher over there call me that and I don't like you half as much as him." Miles gave a large shrug before continuing on. "And secondly, I can bet ya I am smart enough. Smart enough to have learned her name is Maxine and she's scared more than anything. She's fine, just unconscious for now. I'm going to guide her to slumber."
Miles took a deep breath, working to block the night from his mind, to think of the present moment--'actually being alive'--and onward. Hope. The feeling of hope, with tomorrows and seasons and years to look forward to. Hope is what he tapped into to expend more of his magic energy. The ringing in his ears, swim of his sight and sting to his eyes all increased momentarily as he brought the Vis to the forefront and finished his incantation on Maxine.
Warmth, followed by light, left his hands, a gentle pulse of magenta that was absorbed into the symbols Miles had drawn on her forehead. The symbols radiated a flash of sharp light for the briefest instant before fading from her skin. Without the streetlights on, the flash seemed quite brilliant.
Miles looked to the newcomer guy and the paramedic. "There, she'll be fine now."
Ram contined his trek forward, his brows squashed against each other, examining the girl. "What did you do to her?" That flash of light, those marks? What had that been from this kid?
"Don't worry, I just guided her to slumbler with an incantation," Miles shrugged as though this were mundane. "She was unconscious, which made it easier to put her in a magically induced slumber. It's restful and this way she won't wake unexpectedly," he twirled his index finger in the air, "only at my say-so...well at least until the magic runs out in 48 hours."
Before Ram had a chance to question or respond there was a grunt and a strained yell behind him.
Time was all that Ventus had needed to once gain drift back to a state where he could break free. The dutiful efforts of Andrew were quickly bested as Allen Ventus extricated himself swiftly. This night had taken a turn for the worse and even he could now see Ren had gone too far.
'I knew I shouldn't have shot up with him. Thank God I didn't.'
None of the prep for this heist covered what to do in this contingency plan. 'Some Hype hero gang, a drugged up ops lead, and sirens approaching,' Ventus thought as took a moment to breathe. It was almost enticing for Allen to simply lie back down and accept his fate at the hands of police force. He feared the Pigs of Larissa much less than he feared them. Allen also had no idea how He would react to how this night went.
He wasn't back up to full snuff though. His stomach grumbled with more ferocity than usual and his mouth felt like particle board. It would take his body a moment to kick back into gear.
'But, I've still got the container, out of everything else,' Allen thought, touching the pouch he had tucked it into. Their prime objective, and the reason this heist had been labled "By Any Means Necessary". The payout they were supposed to collect also reflected its importance...
"So, I guess I'm about my money over everything else," Ventus muttered, making his decision. "Sorry folks, better luck next time if we ever--"
Ventus' grand exit speech was truncated by the sudden appearance of a syringe in the side of his neck. In his prime, he would have seen it coming with ease. It would have been a laughable attempt, a desperate play. But Allen Ventus, with his hindered reaction time, didn't notice Ram upon him, pressing the remainder of the syring down into the bank robbers neck.
"Yeah, better luck next time," Ram told him as the male slumped in his arms. He turned to the medic, "So, this may be pushing it, but would you happen to have something to keep him down?"
"Oh! I've got something for that too!" Miles perked up, bounding over to him and producing two slips of paper. "Forget-Me-Now slips!" Miles didn't bother to explain, slapping one on the bank robbers forehead. "Lemme hold that knife," he was already taking the knife from Ram's hand before the older male could find it in him to strongly object, transfixed by the kid's process. His sureness.
Ram moved to stop him when he saw the younger male make a small cut on his own hand, but was quickly shushed. The blood dropped on to the paper, followed by another flash of light leaving the paper to crumble with the wind. Ram accepted his knife back while the kid spoke to him.
"Just go and do that with this" he gingerly handed Ram the second slip of paper, it smelled faintly of herbs and habbedashery scents. Printed on it, in what looked to be old ink, was an intricate symbol -- or symbols. Ram couldn't make much sense of it. And put it on him." Ram followed the kids slow pointing finger to the last villain. "I'll be right back, you got it?"
Miles took off without waiting for an answer, giving himself a small chuckle. He hoped his talking down to the newcomer guy had come across enough. Proper belittling sarcasm was essential in a power play. Miles came up to Andrew, helping his new friend to his feet.
"You okay, big guy?" He asked him, trying to dust off his coat a little. He'd seen the speedster land a few hits in before fully freeing himself, as Andrew had put up a fight. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to leave you by yourself, I thought I could help those other guys out and I hope you're okay. But dude...you gotta teach me that running through ambulances trick!"
---
Miraculously--and there was no other way to describe it-- Ren was unconscious as Ram neared him.
Ram looked at the would-be bankrobber, narrowing his vision to discern any deception. At close quarters this man was something more than deadly. Ram wouldn't risk it, he looked up toward the amublance.
"Hey since the radio isn't working, would you help me here?," he motioned for the medic to come over. "I want to make sure this one doesn't pounce on me when I get near." Ram waved the slip of paper for emphasis "He seems to be out though..." | | 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). |
45,434 | 1,235 | 8 | 1,655 | 862 | ANDREW
He was done.
Absolutely finished.
Had enough of this shit.
Whatever was going on, and there had to be more than just exploding doors and making a mess of the street, Andrew couldn’t help feeling a bit like some of it was his fault. Not a lot, definitely not all, but the kid had been right to call him out on trying to save the criminals, even if he hadn’t known they were criminals until after they’d started throwing fireballs at him. In retrospect, it should have been obvious, what with the fact that they’d been the only two people not cowering in very rational and smart fear over the giant smoking hole in the bank doors.
Right. How had he missed that?
If he hadn’t spoken up, maybe no one would have been pulled into this… firefight. Stupid, really. When scary things happened, you were supposed to cower in a corner and keep your mouth shut, right? Maybe cover your ears and eyes and not call the wrath of whatever the hell that was, Zeus? down on you. Seriously, wrong move.
Watching a faint line of smoke curl up from the girl’s back as though her soul was visibly escaping her body, Andrew was momentarily blind and deaf to all else. He just lay on top of the man they’d tackled, pinning him with inexpert hands, and tasted bitter smoke on his tongue, caught the sweet sting of burnt and blistered flesh. His ears were ringing, but her scream still echoed between them. She was dead.
Definitively not alive.
Yet he stared at her in terrified fascination, waiting for her back to rise with a strained gasp. To shake and curl with the convulsions of someone remembering how to breathe. She was dead. But she shouldn’t have been.
And part of him couldn’t believe it.
He didn’t have time to be wrestling with reality just then. And a careening door briefly cutting off his view of her as it skidded and bounced, spraying sparks, between them, was a very apt reminder that the fight wasn’t finished, even if he was too tired to deal with it. He flinched, heard the curse beneath him and felt the kid shifting beside him and finally managed to turn his head, though the temptation to keep staring remained.
What he saw didn’t look promising. The other guy was still standing, someone else had joined the fray, and he wasn’t sure whose side she was on. But the driver and the knife thrower were keeping Sparky’s attention, and—when had the kid snuck off?—his newest friend was using that to his advantage, though what any of them planned to do once he got close enough, Andrew didn’t know.
And he wasn’t going to be any help either, as the guy beneath him finally caught his breath and started squirming, not much, but enough that he had to shift focus, force his hands to hold on and try to keep his weight centred squarely on top of him. His head hurt. His face was throbbing with every slow beat of his heart. He needed more air himself and there was apparently more skill involved in pinning someone than flop on them and hope they couldn’t lift you. But at least he wasn’t the only one running on almost empty and for a few minutes, it seemed like he’d won.
Then he let himself get distracted trying to figure out when and how the tables had turned so thoroughly with the two would-be fighters, or at least, one robber and one confused lady, now lying on the ground and the ambulance driver dealing with someone who’d apparently been in the ambulance when it started floating. Turned out, good timing was all it took to get out of his hold. He shouted as the guy heaved up beneath him. But a well-placed elbow plowing into his chest finished the job without fuss. Probably aiming for his stomach, so not actually well-aimed, but it hit his pacemaker and he could feel the jolt running through the wires. It was the finishing touch that put him out of the running for good.
And though a few more elbows—he didn’t know where the guy was growing them out of—jabbed at him, he was already rolling off him, helped along by the slant of his back.
He stayed down as the speedster gathered himself, coughing weakly and wincing every time, with one hand over the implant, silently cursing the damn thing. It wasn’t even working! At least no one wanted him to do anything else, and when the escape proved short-lived, and the hurt eased off, he slumped limp on the ground and considered never moving again, ever. Maybe cutting his head in half and only keeping the nice, quiet half, too.
When he opened his eyes a few minutes later, it was to the unwelcome sight of a helping hand and the unapologetically tired but somehow still peppy voice of the kid whose name he didn’t know. Apparently, sleeping in the middle of the sidewalk wasn’t in the cards for him tonight, which was a pity, really, the cement was pretty comfortable. But yeah, fine, no.
Common-sense won out, annoyingly enough, and since it might not be offered a second time, he accepted the help onto his feet. Slowly. With as little movement and effort as possible. He didn’t feel so great.
“Yeah no, I shoulda-should’ve-“ Should have stayed on the ground. The world skewed fantastically when he was finally standing, and Andrew swayed blearily through the dizzying onslaught, trying to hold his head together with one hand and his stomach down with the other. Just the thought of trying to ghost through anything right then had it heaving. “Watch yo-urgh” He meant to say shoes, but he didn’t talk fast enough, body taking the opportunity his open mouth offered to bend him forward and heave. There wasn’t much in his stomach, but what remained of his dinner left it then and there. | | 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, and straight but currently shaved close. 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. Car, forklift, golf cart, fourwheeler.
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.
Pretty good gardener, too.
| 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. |
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Prologue
"Get Him to the Greek"
The sirens seemed as if they were getting closer and Miles couldn’t willfully ignore them anymore, glancing in the direction of their sound every few seconds. But he looked down it shoes and paled.
”Awwwwwww c’mon dude! My mom’s gonna kill me!” Miles wailed. He jumped back and kicked his feet around, resisting the urge to return the gesture. Though the smell made it hard.
”Um...so guys, any idea on how we’re getting everyone out of here?” He asked.
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Ram looked up from his work with the final villain, flexing his hand. Both were out of commission for the moment now. ”He’s right, I think” the painstaking hours he’d spent combing through headlines and town meetings to find out what was bothering the ‘good people of Larissa’ flooded his mind. Images rife with hate speech, declarations of abomination, slander and all around curses. All centered on Hypes. ”I don’t think we will be able to explain all of this and be heard fairly. People are scared right now in this city, and we’ve got the makings of media scapegoats.”
”Might I suggest a solution to your current predicament?”
Ram turned, poised for another enemy--he cursed not being prepared for tonight--but was met with a female figure sporting a modern white biker outfit. She stepped from the shadows of the building the kid and other male had come from earlier. Her head was covered by a motorcycle helmet, but a cool voice could be heard. ”Your time is limited and your options even more-so.”
Ram’s eyes weren’t seeing with their usual clarity from so much strain tonight, but the woman’s body looked fine. However, the voice was...detached, in a sense. He couldn’t place it. ”How do we know we can trust you?” 'Woah,' when had this become a “we” occasion? But Ram took a quick huff, squaring himself and taking a step forward, proffering an answer from her with his hand.
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The woman turned her mask in Miles’ and the medics direction, addressing each in turn. “If you would like Maxine and Travis to survive the night safely, you will follow me.” Miles could see the new guy bristle at being ignored, ”And Andrew,” she said suddenly, mid-turn. ”If you wish a safe place to monitor your condition, you will follow me.” And with that, the woman was engulfed by she shadow of the buildings double doors.
Miles turned to the group, ”I don’t think we have too much of a choice. I mean...you know how cops look at us, and I know you and Mr.Paramedic are one of us,” he pointed at the two in turn, ”I just can’t tell how yet. But if they show up...I’m scared I might not make it home. But…” His voice receded to a cracked whisper and he looked back to the steps of the bank. The body.
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’The girl,’ Ram thought. The woman had made no mention of her.
”We had nothing to do with that,” Ram’s voice was lower with a soft intent. He himself paused, chewing on his lip painfully for a moment. This didn't feel entirely right, but what could they do? ”I don’t think there’s anything to be done for her by us, so you're right. There's not much of a choice. We have to leave.” He looked to the building again. What else could they do, but enter that dark void, accompanied by mysterious a white light?
Detective Diamond casually swerved to get over to the exit lane, narrowly cutting off a civilian car behind her. She shrugged, noting no scraping metal or overturned vehicles and continued on her exit. She’d been meaning to start her vacation the day after the rolling debacle with the Michael’s power plant--but of course…
’Larissa always has other plans,’ she thought to herself slowing her vehicle in the presence of the blockade of cop cars already on the scene. Their lights flashed with their usual intensity but without the sirens, the entire scene stood muted in their vibrant flashes. The eerie silence of this sector of the city (especially in the wake of the power outage) didn’t aid in the matter.
Detective Laura Diamond’s strides were long as she signaled to the officer nearest her upon exiting her vehicle. He hurried over, meeting the police line tape in time to lift it for her.
”Alright then,” Diamond surveyed the scene, trying to take in it’s bizarre appearance. The vague haze of smoke still hung in the air, slightly acrid in its wafts of burnt metal and the unmistakable scent of Ozone. ”I’m sure you want to get home, I’ve got a set of twins at home expecting to be in Disney World about hmm…” she checked her watch ”56 hours ago. Let’s see if we can make this quick. Whatcha got for me?”
The young officer threw a pep in his step, catching up to the redhead detective, who was already approaching the bank doors--or what was left of them at least. ”Um-uh...weell, it’s a thick situation, yeahyaknow?” he began. Laura heard the quiver in his voice and rolled her eyes. 15 years on the force and her patience for baby officer’s was slightly nonexistent. She turned to him, raised eyebrow evident, and waited. He stammered forward, ”Um-uh yeah! So, first responders on the scene about thirty minutes ago, give or take, yeahyaknow?”
Diamond nodded her head, trying to discern some of the markings on the steps of the bank. The scuffs and scratches. What kind of weapons were involved? Or maybe this had been the work of Hypes.
”Responders weren’t even responding to a call in the area. Didn’t even know nothing was over here,” the baby faced officer told her. He scratched his head, “Just trying to shortcut through the sector when they saw well…this.” The hunch of his shoulders told Diamond he didn’t know what to make of the scene either.
”This area was marked lower priority, right?” Diamond asked, her mind already working. ”And why is it so dark here?”
”Yeah, this sector and a couple others we marked lower priority while the city was a state of emergency, cuz most buildings here had their own security independent of the grid,” the officer told her. ”Not that it did them much good, yeahyaknow? The lights, well that’s one of the odd things. Power’s back on in this area as well, another reason why patrol has been lax in the area. Reports say power went out in the area around 2100 hours. But even with power restored, some of lights won’t come back on. They’re fried yeahyouknow?”
“And I’m willing to bet we’ve got no camera footage? Not even from the bank?,” Laura asked, pointing to the cameras on opposite corners of the building. The more this case opened up, the less she liked the amount of work it looked like she would have to do. And they were only five minutes in.
”Not even a frame,” The baby faced officer informed her. ”Even those bad boys, on their own power, got meddled with. Feed’s been looped.”
Detective Diamond cursed to herself, giving a full sweep around her. No one called it in, which means they likely wouldn’t have any eye witnesses. Nothing in terms of how this all started or played out. The crime scene didn’t tell her much either. The more she looked at it, the more it confused her. With a sigh, she waved her hand toward the center of the scene. ”What’ve we got on the original first responders here. Tell me about the junked ambulance over there.” In the center of the street, amidst twisted metal and strewn medical supplies and debris, stood an ambulance significantly worse for wear. Three of its wheels bent outward and numerous dents along with an impressively cracked--but in tact--window shield, Diamond knew there was a story there.
There was a slight pause from the officer. “We….don’t know actually. None of the ambulances had routes or calls in this area and most of their filing systems aren’t back online yet. As for the ambulance, it’s like someone picked up and tossed it around. Some of the boys and myself are guessing Hype work.”
”Well,” Diamond started, now studying the back of the vehicle closely. ”I’d say that’s probably the most apt guess you’ve had all day, Baby Face.” She righted herself as he opened his mouth to protest, but she continued talking. ”I mean, look at this thing. The doors have been ripped clean off.” She eyed the inside of the vehicle, sticking her hands in the pocket of her overcoat. Her fingers met a plastic object. Pulling it out she saw it was another Mavericks action figure one of her boys had put in her jacket, giving it an eyeroll.
”I just hope there wasn’t a patient in here, yeahyaknow?”
Laura Diamond groaned and rolled her eyes again, walking briskly to some of the other officers, Baby Face in tow. “Look Baby Face, obviously we hope there wasn’t a patient in there. But since we don’t know that for sure, I need you to round up these boys and get me some substantial intel to chew of instead of these breadcrumbs, do I make myself clear?” He nodded his head, turning to hurry off and parrot her message no doubt. But she caught him by the collar. ”Oh, and if I hear you say ‘yeahyaknow’ one more time, I’m going to use this action figure on you in a way that is not suitable for children. Got it?”
He stammered a yes before hurrying off and Laura was left massaging her temples. ”Can someone please give me some type of news I can go off of?” She laid eyes on a pair of officers standing next to the second, functioning ambulance on the scene. They seemed to be finishing up their reports on the two bodies lying on gurneys. ”You two,” her words came out a bit sharper than she meant and there was a jostle among the pair as they looked in her direction. Diamond cleared her throat and ducked her head down apologetically, coming closer to them. These especially brutal hours, the recent stress and now this -- a blatant attack on one of Larissa’s city landmarks. It was all wearing on her. ”I mean, officer’s, how goes it?” As she got closer, Diamond saw handcuffs chained to both gurneys. Her eyes widened and she met both officer’s gazes again. ”Waitasec, these aren’t bodies? But, from the cuffs, I’d bet these aren’t witnesses.” A quick once over--’Combat boots. Those jackets have a ballistic weave to them. They’re both wearing gloves…’-- told her all she needed. ”The bank robbers, I see?.”
”Attempted bank robbers,” The shorter of the two officers told her. He signed a form brought to him by a medic before looking at Laura and offering his hand with a “Officer Berns” to introduce himself, before continuing on. ”The men had nothing on them. No bags, no jewelry, valuables. Nothing,” he shrugged.
”So we’re suspecting at least a third member of the crew?” Laura guessed
”Detective,” Berns gave a heavy sigh. She knew that sigh. That was the sigh of an officer who knew a convoluted case when he saw one. Laura knew what was coming next. ”We don’t even know, to be honest. Evidence isn’t giving us much, prints are turning up nada and we don’t have any witnesses or hard visuals to start from. The footprints we were able to get from the extinguisher residue on the ground puts at least five or six different individuals on the scene.”
Diamond followed his gaze toward a spot where it looked like someone had spattered an entire fire extinguisher in the midst of the road. Scuffs and marks checkered the foamy substance. ”What…?”
”And get this,” Berns told her in a hushed voice, heading back to the gurneys. ”If the reports on those shoe prints are correct, there coulda been a kid involved in this.”
”Fuuuuuuck,” Diamond let out.
”However, we did find this on one of the perps,” the officer produced a small vial and syringe combo held in a plastic baggie. ”You’re a detective, so I betcha can guess what this might be.”
Laura took the bag, eyeing the tiny vival and breathed out the world ”Ichor”. There was almost a sort of reverence to her tone. Ichor, the new drug that’d been making its way onto the streets. Known unofficially as the “Hype Drug”, the D.E.A. had been trying to get their hands on a sample of the stuff for months, to no avail. ”So, we can almost be certain these guys are Hypes.”
Berns nodded and Laura addressed the second officer. He examined one of the perps, though his focus didn’t seem quite there. ”Whatcha got?”. The officer gave a surprised look, stammering and looking around for a couple of seconds. ”Well?”
”Yes, of course,” he responded hurriedly, Nodding focusing on the perp again. He leaned in and clicked on light of his pen sized flashlight, examining the man’s eye. ”Both of them are sedated, but we aren’t sure why.” Laura leaned in with him, getting a good look at the man. This one seemed to be older of the two and his face, even sedated, seemed intense.
”Isn’t that the new protocol being put into place for insubordinate and dangerous Hypes?” Diamond asked.
”Yes,” Berns cut in, ”but the first ones on the scene found the men in this state. Someone else did this.”
The second officer produced a chart, showing their heart rates. He leaned in, showing it to Detective Diamond. ”The effects are wearing off, so we have sedatives at the ready.”
”So, we’ve potentially got a criminal on the loose, with stolen goods? And there’s a chance that he or she may have turned on the rest of the group, and let’s throw in a minor to add something spicy to it huh?” Detective Diamond rolled her eyes, following it up with an exaggerated groan. ”But hey, at least we smell good and have sedatives, right?”
She waved off his stammering, ”Already sedated…” She paused and graced each perp with a detailed look. ’That hand--that wound. Scrapes, scuffs. Dried blood, fresher blood.’ ”Berns!” Once again, that shrill tone crept into her voice and she chided herself. ”I think we might have a situation on our hands. Those marks and dings on them, those are signs of a fight. So either we’ve got a rogue or we’ve got someone doing our work for us.” She eyed him for a moment and let the words hang.
A slump met Officer Berns’ shoulders as he began to speak. ”Oh God, you’re talking--”
”NooO,” Diamond cut him off, playing with the pitch of her voice to add emphasis. ”I’m not and neither are you, and we’re both going to think it, pray that it isn’t it, but we will keep an eye on it.” Laura looked around her, noting their relative space from others on the crime scene. ”I only say this so you can keep me informed if you see anything suspicious, okay? You know how to get in touch with me,” she told him with a parting shoulder pat and moved on.
Diamond turned back once more, speaking to the second officer. ”God, that fragrance does smell good. Good enough, I think my husband would actually use this if I got it for him. Where’d you get it?”
The second officer began to stammer before she waved him off once again. ”Oh never mind, I’ll just ask my secretary. He's got a knack for that stuff” And she made over to the Medical Examiners.
”Alright guys, what’s the news and body count? Tell me something good,” she announced as she came up to some familiar fied faces: Kazinsky and Rosch.
”Great news: there aren’t any,” Kazinsky replied with a shrug. ”We’re semi just hanging around right now, not gunnalie.”
”Y’know, for once,” Diamond told him, leaning against their vehicle, ”hearing you got to be lazy makes me feel good.”
”So what now?” Miles asked, looking before him. The young hero and the rest of the unlikely group from that night stood in the basement of that Nondescript building across from Larissa City Bank. After collectively (some, begrudgingly) making the decision to follow the mysterious woman, the group found themselves standing before an offshoot door in the spacious yet low setting basement of that Nondescript building. A section of metal shelf had already been moved and the biker woman shone a green light from her wrist on the wall. The silhouette of a rectangle appeared in the wall, glowing brilliantly before it died down to a gently pulsing array of lines interwove at angular intervals--a spiderweb of them all making the framework of a door.
”Woah,” he breathed.
”After the Mavericks,” the woman began as the space in between the network of lines -- that used to just be brick -- now began to depict a warping and swirling green mass. ”There were others who tried to take the mantle of hero. None held the same weight the Mavericks did, but there were gems in the darkness. A duo of heroes came up during the turn of the century: Archimedes and Jackal. They held approximately an 18 month run before Jackal disappeared. Three months later, Archimedes disappeared as well. The interesting thing to note about the pair was Archimedes’ method for traveling the city. A brilliant mind and Hype, he used his ability to steal plans from Michael’s industry. With it, he built a network spanning the entirety of Larissa in a pattern only known to him at the time. The beauty of this network is that none of the entrances to it lead you directly to the tunnels.”
Miles shook his head in an exaggerated fashion. ”How does that even work? Is this a riddle? Are you the Greek guide to our final challenge before we can finally go home and get some sleep? A huff left his nostrils and he folded his arms.
The woman didn’t answer him, but instead, held up her wrist, prompting a gentle tone to sound. A light flashed, situated at the top of the doorframe and the space in between its borders--once normal concrete--began to shift and warp, swirling into itself it became a light blue swirling mass, contained within the doorframe.
”Short range teleportation and a constantly shifting algorithm that randomizes which adjoining Door this one will link to,” the woman told them, as if she’d just reported the sunrise and sunset times for the week. It was followed by an equally level announcement of “Gentlemen: welcome to the Labyrinth.”
What followed next, Ram wasn’t aptly certain how to describe. All he remembered was a whoop of joy from the kid, a brief explanation from the woman, warning them to “make sure you are a maximum of 4 seconds behind me.” At that point, she’d waved her arm again, showing a metallic bracelet that pulsed with a blue light in its center. From her explanation, Ram understood the signal to the door would only last for 4 seconds after the recevier passed through it.
But he was still gawking at the aspect of teleportation. How had one man built an entire network of tunnels---well, perhaps portals was the better word--around the entirety of a city? ’With no one noticing?’
But he ran through. Namely because the kid had barrelled through the portal after the woman with one final exclamation of joy--’Seriously, how did he have energy still?’--but there was also a draw. Something he felt he could see and pick up. This talk of destiny, fate, heroes and dreams. It called to him on a level he veered from delving too deeply in.
Instead, he just decided to follow the white rabbit down the rabbit hole.
The best way he could describe it was walking through a frigid amalgamation of water vapor and gel. An instant of feeling like he was being pulled back and all of a sudden, a wave of darkness. Rapid blinks and he could see again, but the smell that met his nose wouldn’t leave. Layers of a light stench and sharp odor of must seemed to fill his entire body.
They now stood in the middle of a tunnel, a light trickling of water running its center. The curvature of the tunnel, the smell and the old brick told him they were underground. At the far end of the tunnel, a football fields length away, he could make out another door. This one seemed permanently set into the all, a black metal frame and white light shone from it--unlike the swirling mass of blue that…
He turned to look behind him, but found himself flailing his arms to find a door that was no longer there. ’Didn’t we just?..’ However, the woman was already walking again.
”Direct routes to this location aren’t common through the Doors,” she explained as if that was all she needed to explain. ”They require more energy and time.” She neared the black metal door.
”By the way,” the kid who led the group behind the biker woman, turned to them all ”I guess I’ll just go ahead and say it--I’m Miles.” He took off his mask and hood, revealing a smiling face. ”I figured--well, we’ve already saved each other’s lives tonight, might as well know who we’re thanking the universe for.” He shrugged and turned, adding ”All forms of payment accepted, make all checks payable to PsycheOut Inc. I also accept precious jewels!.”
He looked around, and gave everyone a gentle wave--as well as he could while carrying Maxine--and smiled “Ram, short for Hiram, it’s good to put a name to the mighty hero,” he told Miles playfully.
The visual suddenly struck Ram as they neared the door--a door of light, set inside an underground tunnel of darkness. An angel -- or devil, guarding the door. Such a beautiful motif.
”But once you get to this tunnel, you’ll have no further to travel.” The woman continued her speech, almost as if completely heedless of their transpired conversation.
”Travel for--”
”And the entrance here will be the same as the Doors. Just a bracelet, and your admission is granted.” She raised her wrist and gestured to the door once more, beckoning them entrance. ”The decision will be difficult to make, but it is our hope that you whatever choice you make will be done with a clear mind.”
”We? Who is we? Mamacita, you need to start explaining and quickly.” He bristled at this new twist. This night was already long enough, what else did they have to put up with?
But the woman offered no answer, only proffered her hand toward the door of light. Ram eyed her before stepping into the light, feeling he had no choice.
There was a gentle hum he heard as he stepped into a small antechamber, leading to a larger room. It was dark, but he could see one section of the room was all windows, revealing a brilliant night and vibrant moon.
He looked around to find the source of the sound--expecting some machine or technology-- unable to make out many more details of the room. It was large and there was a circular indentation in the middle of the floor. The kid stood there, looking at the view, seeming heedless of the hum. The others followed in tow, a range of expressions playing on their face.
”Hello,” A voice spoke. He spun to meet the source, but found no one new in the room. However, the voice didn’t care, and persisted anyway. He turned, trying to find its source yet again. He noticed now the dark paneled floor leading up to the circular indentation which seemed to some type of metal. The room was rather large, and Ram got the impression it had been someone home at one point--it had the feel of being deliberately built for comfort, but also something else he couldn’t identify just yet.
”I apologize for the events thus far. Especially those bringing you here,” the voice continued. “However, it seemed the safest way to do so.”
Light bathed Ram and he turned to see one of the windows now lit up with a face on it. Well, a geometric array of light blue lines that formed a female face. Its lips moved in time with the voice. “And I do apologize for Kat. She’s a prototype I’ve been working and I haven’t fully programmed her functions yet. She’s only set to perform minimal and specific tasks--no artificial intelligence.”
Ram didn’t have a chance to question what she meant before the face disappeared from the window screen and a blue light shone above, bringing with a holographic array of pixels that fell into the shape of a woman. As the pixels finished their form, the head looked up, the same face from before.
”I’ve been so rude without introductions. Hello,” she said with a slight wave, ”I’m Glitch.” | | 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). |
45,436 | 1,236 | 0 | 1,142 | 1,143 | Player - Character - Room Number
Current:
Poi - Sienna Morris - 17
HecateProxy - Bailey Collins - 11
Jinxer - Arthur Seymour - 15
KimmiNinja - Eliza Nyko - 8
Utrax - Marcus Bradley - 4
CyanideSweetie - Caebyn Danvers - 13
Wolverbells - Athena Wilson - 12
SheriffLlama - Cassius Williams - 10
GhastlyInc - Eli O'Dell - 2
Dropped:
AnnieTimeNow - Rachel Jones - 20
Ornatur - Thomas Falch - 16
Link to House of Powers Discord
Facility
Bedrooms are numbered odds on the left and evens on the right as you face the hallway from the cafeteria, one and two the closest rooms. | Arthur Seymour
Height: 5' 9"
Age: 25 (born 11 October, 1992)
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
History: Born and raised in England to a Welsh mother and an English father, Arthur grew up with a split nationality which could only be properly described as 'British'. At home equally in any part of Great Britain, although his parents reside in the richer counties of the south, he has moved around several parts for education and work before settling in the southern, and affluent, city of Bath.
At a young age he refused the opportunity to attend a prestigious selective (grammar) school in the next town over, despite passing the exam he was almost forced to do by his primary school, on the grounds that he disagreed with the elitism of the whole affair. His parents were both politically active and proudly called themselves social activists, despite their careers being traditionally the reserve of the very conservative and right-leaning upper classes.
He went to the University of Cambridge on a scholarship, his parents rich enough to pay his tuition in full so that he wasn't saddled with debt, and left with a First Class Honours in history before joining the department of History in the small, rural Welsh coastal town of Aberystwyth as a research lecturer. He teaches primary school (7-11) children two days week and the rest he spends giving lecturers to undergraduates at the university or following up on his own research projects.
Conscious of the contact he has with students, children and other at risk groups, he immediately checked in with a doctor about the illness he had been experiencing to seek advice on how to best avoid spreading it if his ailment was infectious. A day later and the people in bio-hazard suits appeared informing him that he was to be taken to a secure facility because his illness was more than it seemed.
Power: Hydrokinesis - the ability to shape or control water. While not a particularly original ability, it suits Arthur well due to its reliability and flexibility in almost all circumstances. At the lowest level he can move small bodies of water (like a cup of water) but will be able to steadily increase the volume of water he can control as well as the precision to which he can control it, shape it and even change its state. |
45,437 | 1,236 | 1 | 149 | 13 | Rachel Jones
Thinking back on her life, Rachel couldn't remember a time when she had felt this way. Her stomach turned in an uneasy nauseous wave as information was chucked her way with seemingly no real explanation. She understood the big points at least. She was escorted from her home by men wearing biohazard suits similar to those standing in the auditorium now. She was sick, and the sickness was unlike anything that she had ever experienced before, unlike anything most people had experienced before. She was here to be a lab rat, taking the experimental medications and maybe not even making it out of here alive. But if she did, she would have a power of some sort.
That was the part hardest to understand and digest. If Rachel hadn't seen that women multiply in front her her very eyes, there would have been no doubt in her mind that she was in the presence of someone who had gone off the rail. But after seeing that, Rachel couldn't help but wonder if maybe it was her who had lost it.
After the presentation Rachel was once again swarmed by the men in suits and marched around the facility following behind other people she didn't know. She couldn't help but wonder how they were taking this news. Were they as skeptical as she? Or maybe they were totally buying into everything this women had said. A new thought of kidnaping jumped into her mind and restarted the pounding of her heart. Had she been kidnaped? Would anyone even notice that she was gone? Would anyone even do anything about it if they did?
As they traveled down various hallways Rachel silently cursed herself for not paying attention. Signs by doors labeled different rooms, though in her daze Rachel had missed most all of them. As they walked the hall opened up into a large room. Smells of various kinds of food wafted out from the doors and Rachel's thoughts were confirmed as her eyes noticed the sign indicating that this was the cafeteria. The suited men besides her were giving some sort of instruction that Rachel paid no attention to. A cup filled with some abnormally blue liquid was placed in her hands with the explicit instructions to drink it. Though she felt a little nervous about it, Rachel figured she would have no choice on the matter. She nodded her agreement as her stomach grumbled, announcing its irritation and emptiness. Rachel then turned, mystery liquid in hand, walked away without a word.
Maybe I'm in shock. Rachel thought to herself. Or maybe they were too late, maybe I'm already dying from this 'power disease'. Her limbs felt weak and heavy as she meandered through the cafeteria. Somehow without much thinking Rachel ended up with a tray full of her favorite comfort foods; roasted chicken, green beans, and mashed potatoes and gravy. She even had managed to find some chocolate milk. No matter the situation, Rachel always had the ability to eat. Scanning the mostly vacant tables she found one with a guy who seemed to be focusing pretty intently on his tea. Deciding that being forced to live with these people for the next unknown amount of time meant that getting to know them sooner rather than later might just be the best idea. Besides, she wanted to know what everyone else was feeling about this place. And she wouldn't find that out if she sat alone. Forcing her feet to move forward she made it to the table with the tea guy. Rachel quietly set her tray down on the opposite side of the table and a little ways down so she wasn't directly across from him. As she sat, she made sure to keep her eyes down. She made the effort to sit with someone else, but starting a conversation was a whole different story.
Without looking up, Rachel began examining the blue liquid seeming very unsure of it. Who was to say that this stuff wouldn't just kill them on the spot? Rachel glanced up to see if the other person had drank his medication/poison. Without really realizing it, she began examining him trying to decide what the link was between them. How was it that this was happening to both of them? And to everyone else here. As she thought about the situation and tried to connect all of the dots she didn't realize that she was still staring. | Name: Rachel Jones
Height: 5'8" Hair: Blonde with a slight curl, about belly button length.
Eyes: A combonation of blue/green. Other: Rachel is slim, with a slightly althetic build.
Age: 20 Born on December 23
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
History:
Rachel never knew much about her family. Her father vanished without a trace as soon as he found out that her mother was pregnant. When she was barely even 6 months old, Rachel's mother died of breast cancer. After her mother's death,, it was made clear that no one else in the family wanted to take responsibility for the baby so she immediately was sent into the world of foster care. Rachel was never adopted, but at 18 she left foster care to make it out on her own. With no one to help support her, Rachel had almost zero money so a higher education was never going to be an option. She began working 3 different jobs, and soon enough had the means to rent out a tiny apartment. Her entire life so far was just trying to get ahead of debt and just make ends meet.
Through her entire life, Rachel always seemed to be a resipient of other's pity. When you're an orphan I guess that just tends to happen. But she wasn't really sad, in her mind she had never really known her parents or family and there just wasn't enough time for self-pity. That was until she became sick with no idea what the cause was. Rachel didn't get sick, that was the weird part about it. She never had to take a sick day off of work in her life until now. Working three jobs was the only way that Rachel could support herself, there just wasn't time for her to be sick.
Power:
Healing - Though to start it is very weak and she can only heal small scratches and bruises on herself which basically goes unnoticed. Her body also fights off/minimizes sickness like the common cold.
As time goes on (we aren't at this point at all yet) and her powers become stronger, the healing comes with a cost. On her own body, healing requires a lot of energy. It can leave her feeling pretty drained, even more drained for more serious healing.
Eventually she can help heal other people which is even more costly to her own self. The injury/sickness that she attempts to heal transfers over onto her own body. However, she feels a more extreme version of the pain or sickness she is healing from the other person. Her body then heals itself. This causes crippling exhaustion for Rachel and, depending on the sickness/injury, though the other person will be mostly completely healed, she could potentially not even have the strength to heal herself.
Other:
-Rachel has a very self-sacrificing personality, she will do almost anything if it meant someone else would be happier for it.
-Loves food |
45,438 | 1,236 | 2 | 1,833 | 2,419 | Sienna Morris
Current Location: Auditorium -> Cafeteria
Sienna laid back idly in her chair, a leg resting on the top of another. A quick glance around the auditorium had shown that there were less people than seats, yet to Sienna it was no different than a superior giving her squadron their required briefing. However, there wasn't any individuals wearing protective hazmat suits with worried expressions on their faces in the Jordanian desert. Sienna looked down at them, wondering if they might have been your typical health nut, worried over catching anything, even the common flu, which Sienna thought she had. The sickness had stopped Sienna from accomplishing her orders, which had been a pain to deal with when her squadron depending on Sienna to lead them.
Eventually, a woman with auburn hair had entered the auditorium, although unlike her colleagues she was wearing just a lab coat rather than a protective suit. The scientist had begun to explain their situation, that the sickness was more than just the flu, and that if their illness wasn't treated by those in this facility then a possible outbreak could happen. Sienna had understood her situation, listening without question as she was trained, but Sienna felt doubt even when the scientist had shown that she once had the same sickness that they were experiencing. For all that Sienna knew, it was nothing more than lousy special effects to wow the audience in the auditorium.
After all, it was hard for Sienna to accept the fact that they were essentially told that their bodies were developing super powers. The whole spectacle was science fiction, as if the scientist had pulled her entire speech from a comic book. Sienna was thrilled if in the case it was true, but the idea was nearly impossible to accept as reality. Regardless, Sienna knew leaving the facility on her own terms was not an option. Doing so, Sienna thought, would have been no different than deserting her post in Jordan. At least the scientists had thought of their patients and included numerous activities to keep Sienna and the rest of those seated with her entertained during their stay.
After the woman had left, they were led through the facility. As the scientist had said and pointed out, the facility was, indeed, filled with activities for the patients to enjoy, with each room labeled with a plaque designating what was inside. After passing several doors, Sienna noticed that the facility had a pool for the patients to enjoy. Sienna smiled as she read the plaque, feeling swimming in cool water would be a nice change from standing in the heat of the Jordanian weather. The airfield had running water, yes, but it was reserved for bathing and coolant tanks. All the pilots, including Sienna, had to suffer in the heat with little air conditioning to cool off the barracks.
To enter the cafeteria, the group had to walk through the hallway that hosted the bedrooms for them to sleep in. A number of the rooms were empty, but some were reserved for those walking with Sienna and the suited men. Looking around, Sienna found hers, and noticed that two other people were situated nearby her quarters. Turning her gaze to the adults marching along, Sienna wondered which of the five were located in room fifteen and twenty. However, before Sienna had the time to let her thoughts wander too far, the party had arrived to the cafeteria, and were soon served by suited men wearing aprons.
They were given directions on what to do, which were as straightforward as they could be. Sienna, like the rest, was told to drink the bluish medicine, and as well order what they preferred to eat. Taking a tray, Sienna shuffled her way down the line as if she was once again back at her barracks' cafeteria. Deciding on a similar meal from the barracks, Sienna ordered fish and chips, and like the man before her, she couldn't pass up the chance for old fashioned hand-brewed tea. With thanks said to the man serving them, Sienna followed suit and sat down at one of the tables in the cafeteria.
Looking at the liquid, Sienna decided to finish it first. Sienna had saw the other tea drinker grimace when he had taken a swig of the medicine, and she knew it was better just to get the liquid out of the way. Pulling her head back, Sienna gulped it down like an alcoholic shot as a silly expression roused on her face like a child being forced to drink cough syrup. It was bitter, and Sienna quickly decided to wash down the aftertaste with warm tea. The tea was refreshing, reminding Sienna of calm afternoons in her San Francisco home, but nothing was calm in Sienna's life since she had signed up for the air force. Their illness was slated to be dangerous, but in the end, it was just another routine, an event for Sienna to get through. | Player - Character - Room Number
Current:
Poi - Sienna Morris - 17
HecateProxy - Bailey Collins - 11
Jinxer - Arthur Seymour - 15
KimmiNinja - Eliza Nyko - 8
Utrax - Marcus Bradley - 4
CyanideSweetie - Caebyn Danvers - 13
Wolverbells - Athena Wilson - 12
SheriffLlama - Cassius Williams - 10
GhastlyInc - Eli O'Dell - 2
Dropped:
AnnieTimeNow - Rachel Jones - 20
Ornatur - Thomas Falch - 16
Link to House of Powers Discord
Facility
Bedrooms are numbered odds on the left and evens on the right as you face the hallway from the cafeteria, one and two the closest rooms. |
45,439 | 1,236 | 3 | 2,587 | 440 | Marcus Bradley Location: Cafeteria
Marcus gulped down the blue liquid before he even sat down. For a moment he stood a few steps away from the cafeteria line with his tray in hand. As he scanned the faces of the other people in the Cafeteria, he reminded himself why he was here. Sure, all the information given in the auditorium was nice and all but, it was ultimately irrelevant. His plan was to do what he was told, recover, and get back to his family. All of this was wasting valuable time he could have spent helping his family earn money and tend to the fields. When those folks came for Marcus, he could only see it as a huge inconvenience. No, he wasn't afraid, worried, nothing like that-- he was simply irritated they had interrupted his life.
Eventually he looked away from the others then began walking toward a table far in the back of the room-- as far as possible from the group gathering together. They were probably going to start making nice, having conversation, things he would do under normal not-being-held-in-a-strange-facility circumstances. As much as he was interested in the others, where they were from and such, Marcus thought it better to keep his distance. No doubt there were going to be troublemakers-- folks that saw this facility as a prison of sorts-- and he didn't want to risk accidentally getting involved with them... or anyone. It was best not to get attached to the others.
As he placed his tray upon the table, he sat down, his back to the wall and eyes upon the majority of the cafeteria, from where he'd sat. While it certainly wasn't his mother's cooking, Marcus had to admit that the food on his tray looked tasty. Baked chicken, spinach, some potatoes and gravy, slices of ham, and four bread rolls-- the staff had given him weird looks as he requested his tray be piled high. Marcus simply figured that anyone not taking advantage of a free meal in this manner well, they were foolish. He began digging into his meal rather barbarically, for table manners be damned, and kept scanning the faces of the others every now and then. The least he could do was become familiar with the faces, right? It would help later on when he had to figure out who to avoid, especially if some of them began developing weird... powers.
Part of him was still trying to wrap his head around that whole deal. So they were all freaks, then? Every single person not in a suit was some kind of X-Man? Including him? Idly Marcus began to wonder what weird powers he would develop-- hopefully something that didn't make him look horrifying-- and then wondered how he would walk back into society. What if he turned into a giant lizard or something? How would his parents even recognize him? All of this was so strange but, Marcus hoped he would look normal like that... uh. What was her name again? Lab-coat lady. Right. Whatever. As soon as she started going through slides, Marcus had tuned her out, so he was completely unsure of what was discussed in the auditorium. Oh well. The food was more important anyway-- same with the medication, of course. With a thoughtful look on his face, Marcus continued scanning the faces of the people and eating his food, content not to make conversation. | Name:
Marcus Todd Bradley
Age:
20 - May 9th 1997
Gender:
Male
Sexuality:
Asexual
Appearance:
\\5ft 8in - 140lbs\\
Marcus looks tired. Bags beneath his eyes could display the contents of a hardworking life-- lower-middle class and full of farming and fieldwork. A crown of dreadlocked hair rests upon his head, flowing down to his shoulder-blades, and usually held back only by sheer luck or the occasional hairband. Marcus has a lithe figure, unimpressive in height, that possess the work muscle for plowing. All of his facial features could be described as weak, rounded, a little feminine, and almost handsome. He walks about with his hands in his pockets and abysmal posture-- actually having developed a permeate curvature of the spine from constant slouching. His skin is the dark brown of freshly turned soil and bears scars around the elbows and knees from plenty of childhood roughhousing.
History:
Marcus was born and raised in Corinth-- a farming town no one could find on a map. He is the oldest of four children. All his life, he has worked the fields at his mother's side, focused on learning everything he possibly could from her. Marcus took it to heart when, one day, a farm down the road burned down, killing the one person responsible for maintaining the field, and leaving the family without any way to recover income. Marcus has sought to learn the trade and to educate his siblings in that regard as well.
He's lived an uneventful life-- home schooled with early starts to his days and late nights. His mothers raised him as well as they could, though they often struggled to make ends meet. As soon as he was able, Marcus took a job at a local grocery store and did as much as he could to bring in funds to the household. Everything was going well up until Marcus became ill. Soon after, they came from him, explaining that he needed to go with them to live in the facility. Though his parents told him not to worry about their situation, Marcus still couldn't help but feel deep guilt at being removed from his household but, then again, they said it was for the best, right?
Power:
Tough Skin - His skin is resistant to cuts, scratches, and puncture wounds-- though they can still harm him with enough force.
Additional Information:
Thick Accent - The deep southern drawl is real, y'all.
Dark Aversion - Without a flashlight, Marcus finds darkness and night deeply unsettling.
Age: 29
Ht: 5ft 4in
Build: Lithe - Athletic
Nationality: French-Nigerian
Personality Keywords: Impatient - Calm - Arrogant - Empathetic
Power: Force-field projection |
45,440 | 1,236 | 4 | 994 | 197 | Bailey Collins
Location
Auditorium - Caffeteria
Interacting with
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'I see.' Bailey thought dryly as he subconsciously shuffled behind his escort. Actually, he didn't see. The information the woman had leveled on them had sent Bailey's brain into overdrive. On a basic level, yeah- sure. Human DNA can alter over the course of decades as it mutates to adapt to the ever changing environment but this? He clenched his fist, enjoying the momentary distraction as his knuckles cracked under the pressure. This was too much.
Shakily be pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. The two of them had been traversing in silence when the man halted suddenly. "To your right is your room, number eleven." His voice was surprisingly soft as he waited a moment to allow Bailey to turn his head towards the door. Sure enough, Bailey Collins was printed out in neat bold-typed words and cleanly pressed over the rooms number. They must of been informed of his minimal vision in his right eye. Even under normal circumstances he would've missed the obvious sign but before he had a chance to thank his nameless companion, the man had already begun his journey forward once more.
Sighing, the boy followed obediently. There wasn't much else he could do at this point. 'Do they truly wish to release us at the end?' He mused. It seemed a bit farfetched they'd allow super powered humans to go galavanting freely but then again. The woman seemed so at ease, so fluid in motion and confidence. It was no mere trick she had performed but a true act of superhuman affliction. Glancing down at his own pallid skin that stretched across his fingers Bailey wondered what power slept within him.
His thoughts were cut short as they arrived at the cafeteria. Almost everyone seemed to be there already. Most of them had grouped together, while one boy had chosen a spot off to himself.
He thanked the mystery man as he quickly explained the options before him. Despite the oddity of the day the thought of food was oddly calming. Without much hesitation he made his way over, picking up a plate before piling on a bed of cold spinach leafs. From there he made a make shift salad. Afraid that something too heavy would turn his uneasy stomach sour. At the end of the spread was various drinks, along with a peculiar blue drink. Nabbing a bottle of water and the blue substance he turned to look around the cafeteria once more.
A moment of hesitation caught him. Did he try to make friends or did he wish to sit and sulk while reality sank in?
'Friends.' His subconscious blurted out. They were in no doubt as much shock as he was, plus who knows if the time would come that he'd need to put his trust in another person to survive. At the very least it would be nice to not have to deal with this alone.
He headed over to the small group, giving the lone boy his space to process this all. "Hey, I'm Bailey." He greeted them before poring himself into a chair next to one of the blonde girls. At any other time he would've been more than a little pleased to be in the company of not one but two women but not today. He watched one of the girls fiddle with her own cup full of blue liquid. "Doesn't look to pleasing, does it?" Bailey commented as he frowned at his own cup. With a nervous tremor he swished the stuff around before muttering, "Bottoms up." and downed it like a shot.
At first there seemed to be no noticeable taste but as it lingered Bailey's face twisted up in mild disgust as the bitterness settled in. "Well, that was unpleasant." He opened his water and gulped it happily as it washed away the unpleasant lingering taste.
"So," He paused nervously, "What do you all make of what the lady said?" He asked the group, his voice softer and filled with worry. | Name: Bailey Collins
Age: 24 Years Old
DOB: September 9, 1993
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Theme
History
Welcome to lower class suburban hell, where to the outside world everything looks peaches and cream but in reality- you're drowning in stasis and college debt. Bailey was nothing more than your average American boy with bright dreams and who wanted to believe that he had the right to shape and mold the young minds of the masses. What he didn't realize at the time was that not only did his dream career pay out very little but it often came with little to no gratitude. Not that he minded at the moment but he couldn't help but to feel a little bitter as he stumbled through his first shot of student teaching. The kids didn't care, that was a fact he as forced to come to terms with almost immediately and those who did care lacked the courage to put the class clowns in their places. Alas, this was his passion. Bailey had dreamed of being a teacher for as long as he could remember. Well, a professor but everyone had to start somewhere. For him it was at the NUI, a decent little college located a town over from his home. This allowed Bailey to cut the cost of dorm life and stay at home while working on his studies.
Of course, university was not cheap. Despite applying to numerous scholarships at the end of it all he was left with a hefty sum. Several student loans later and one soul sucking job in customer service, Bailey had finally made it- well, at least to the unpaid world of student teacher. Where he awkwardly scribbled down notes while fending off invasive questions from the high schoolers. Overall; he had to admit he was still excited about each day and those naive dreams he started out with still burned somewhere in his depths.
Power
Bailey's power is induced paralysis. Through the power of his touch, Bailey is able to momentarily render the muscle and nerves in a state of paralysis, which applied to a major muscle such as the heart can prove to be fatal. Otherwise it can leave the victim subject to the loss of movement, speech and even feeling.
Other
Bailey is legally blind in his right eye due to a fire cracker incident when he was six. He has some vision without his glasses but mostly just vague shapes and some color. His left eye has near perfect vision but his depth perception is shot which leaves him to bumping into things or dropping objects he simply meant to put down. |
45,441 | 1,236 | 5 | 1,237 | 509 | Location: Auditorium -> Cafeteria
Eliza first thought her nausea was due to prolonged jetlag from her flight to California. Then men in bio-hazard suits kidnapped her from her Santa Monica beach house, everything after that felt like spending a night with Paris Hilton - a.k.a a blur. Before Eliza knew it she was seated in a spacious auditorium with a few others. She hardly paid attention to the woman up front, but the explanation of the whole "x-men with a twist of Ebola" seemed fake to her. Eliza was so sure that her sister Elaina set this whole thing up as some ruse to remove her from the picture. It wasn't until the woman up front produced a clone of herself did Eliza requestion every thought and theory she had about the place. It sent her into a shock but before she could react the men in the bio-hazard suits ushered them out of the auditorium.
As they headed to the cafeteria Eliza caught a glimpse of a door with the number 8 and her name directly under it. She then wondered if any of her stuff brought in when they kidnapped her. Small chance, but she'd like to know if her treasured Gucci night slippers made it, otherwise nothing would keep her sane in this facility.
She wasn't in the mood to eat, the food especially didn't look up to par with her standards. There was also the mention that they would have to make their own food in the future, a thought which scared Eliza. World-renowned chefs ensured her every meal- she'd rather starve if it were any different. But nevertheless whoever made the food still worked for it, something Eliza had to respect as she reluctantly took a tray. There was a small group already gathering at a table, she decided it was best to attempt connections. She took a seat next to one of the people and set her tray down.
She didn't bother to touch the food but took sips of the blue liquid since everyone else seemed to trust it.
Then someone finally spoke up, a man with glasses who asked the group of their opinions concerning what just happened in the auditorium.
Eliza couldn't help but shake her head, "I thought it was nonsense, or some cruel prank my sister is playing on me but now I'm questioning everything I know." She replied, scanning the rest of the group to see who was stuck in here with her.
---- | ELIZA NYKO
Face Claim:
Age: 22 (Dec. 15 1994)
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Height:5’7
Weight:130lb
History:
Born to a powerful family in upstate New York, Eliza had wealth, luxury, and status. She was privileged with the best education money can buy. Yet despite all of that she didn’t have power. Her older sister, Elaina, was the rightful heir to the family wealth and power. Power that controlled and influenced half of New York. It was safe to say Eliza was envious of her sister. She would then spend most of her life trying to prove her worth, proving she can be better than her sister. It ended up creating a rift between the two sisters, and causing both to become extremely vain. And through all the backstabbing, the one-upping, the ass-kissing, it seemed as if Eliza was winning the favor of their father. But before any decision was made, a car accident claimed the life of Mr. Nyko, leaving everything, all the wealth and power to Elaina and Eliza’s dream of control was shattered.
Heartbroken and defeated, Eliza wanted nothing to do with New York. Something that Elaina was happy to arrange. With that Eliza was sent to the other side of the country, but Eliza lived more lavishly in California, in a desperate effort to drown out the humiliation that followed her from NY.
Power:
Possession: Ability to take control and talk through a non-living/inanimate object. She must touch the object in order to “possess it”, her conscience then moves from her body to the object allowing her to control and move the object on her own. Since she has almost no control of this power, there are times where she accidentally/unwillingly possesses an object. She hasn’t figured out a solid way to willingly go back in her body but at the moment the only way back to her body is if someone breaks the object. (So if you see a talking pencil rolling down the hallway don’t question it and snap it.)
Other:
Never worked a day in her life other than networking connections at parties.
For some reason pencils always trigger her power and so Eliza avoids them like the plague.
Doesn’t favor commitment since all her relationships up to now ended badly.
Trainer's Appearance:
Theme: |
45,442 | 1,236 | 6 | 1,142 | 1,143 | Arthur Seymour
Despite himself, Arthur found he had quite the appetite. He tucked into the curry before him, going over the day's events in his head and trying to rationalise them. There were no windows in the facility letting in natural light so it would be impossible to tell how much time had passed if he hadn't been wearing his watch. His phone had been confiscated, with a promise for it to be returned once its software had been modified for security purposes, but he had been allowed to keep his watch and, for whatever it was worth, his wallet. He glanced at the analogue clock face, feeling some comfort in being allowed to keep a personal possession, remembering when he had bought it with his first pay cheque almost a decade before.
He was distracted when a blonde woman sat at his table, a little further down from him, and after drinking her own cup of medicine stared at him. She wasn't focused on him but her gaze inevitably stayed on him, making him feel self-conscious as he ate until, finally, he put down his fork and returned her stare.
"You know, it's not easy to eat with you staring at me." He smiled to soften the implied criticism of his words. Before the blonde could reply one of the other two male residents joined them and introduced himself as Bailey. "Arthur, nice to meet you." He responded, holding out a hand to shake.
He couldn't help but smile at the man's facial expression and commentary, sensing something of a similar character to his own in Bailey. Again, before he had a chance to respond to the other's question, the last of the women to take a seat joined their table and sipped at her medicinal drink and she chose to respond to Bailey, glancing around at them. With a sigh, Arthur motioned to the other blonde woman who had seated herself down at a table adjacent to their own.
"You might as well join us, since you're so close by." He thought about inviting the other man but he had deliberately seated himself a distance away, indicating his preference to watch and listen, at least for a while, and so Arthur chose not to force him to join them. "Normally I'd be sceptical and I think I still am, at least a little. What she demonstrated though... as far as I remember holographic technology is actually impossible and I didn't see any mirrors or windows in that room." He lifted up his empty cup and pointed the knife at it as if he were going to pierce it.
"If I remember rightly, the closest thing to a hologram is created by shining lasers or light through a window at a specific angle, usually onto a curtain or some other surface. That room was completely unusable in that sense so whatever she displayed wasn't some kind of special effect, despite how unreal it sounds. Also, I don't think they have any particular reason to lie." Laying down the cup and knife he interlaced his fingers, resting his elbows on the table and his chin on the platform his hands now made.
"This place clearly had a lot of resources put into it, considering how few of us are here. I wasn't kidnapped, per se, and they took the time and effort to persuade me it was best to come here. If this was some kind of sinister plot it would make more sense to just to drug us and throw us in a run down prison facility. I assume the same is true for all of you so, although I can't say I hold complete trust in these people, I don't see a reason for them to lie to us just yet, as unbelievable as tha sounds."
He turned to the woman who had first responded to Bailey, his brow furrowed as he recalled what she had said earlier. "Although I don't know your situation, I think it unlikely your sister would involve us if she were playing a prank on you. Plus this would be... extensive to say the least for a mere prank."
He shrugged, indicating that he himself wasn't too sure what to think and gestured to the area around them. "For now, I see no reason to resist what they tell us. They've prepared a luxurious facility for us and haven't been invasive in any way. If what they say is true then it's important that we follow their instructions and, if they're lying to us in anyway, we need to find out what they're being untruthful about and for what purpose. In any case, it's nice to meet you all and I look forward to our, hopefully, short time together. My name's Arthur, I'm a teacher and professor from Wales in the UK." | Arthur Seymour
Height: 5' 9"
Age: 25 (born 11 October, 1992)
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
History: Born and raised in England to a Welsh mother and an English father, Arthur grew up with a split nationality which could only be properly described as 'British'. At home equally in any part of Great Britain, although his parents reside in the richer counties of the south, he has moved around several parts for education and work before settling in the southern, and affluent, city of Bath.
At a young age he refused the opportunity to attend a prestigious selective (grammar) school in the next town over, despite passing the exam he was almost forced to do by his primary school, on the grounds that he disagreed with the elitism of the whole affair. His parents were both politically active and proudly called themselves social activists, despite their careers being traditionally the reserve of the very conservative and right-leaning upper classes.
He went to the University of Cambridge on a scholarship, his parents rich enough to pay his tuition in full so that he wasn't saddled with debt, and left with a First Class Honours in history before joining the department of History in the small, rural Welsh coastal town of Aberystwyth as a research lecturer. He teaches primary school (7-11) children two days week and the rest he spends giving lecturers to undergraduates at the university or following up on his own research projects.
Conscious of the contact he has with students, children and other at risk groups, he immediately checked in with a doctor about the illness he had been experiencing to seek advice on how to best avoid spreading it if his ailment was infectious. A day later and the people in bio-hazard suits appeared informing him that he was to be taken to a secure facility because his illness was more than it seemed.
Power: Hydrokinesis - the ability to shape or control water. While not a particularly original ability, it suits Arthur well due to its reliability and flexibility in almost all circumstances. At the lowest level he can move small bodies of water (like a cup of water) but will be able to steadily increase the volume of water he can control as well as the precision to which he can control it, shape it and even change its state. |
45,443 | 1,236 | 7 | 149 | 13 | Rachel Jones
Swirling the cup full of blue liquid in her hand, Rachel continued trying to figure out what was actually going on here. If this is real, and I end up ever getting out of here, I wonder what kind of power I'll have. Her internal monologue spoke, trying to find some sort of positivity and optimism in the entire situation. Watch, I'll probably end up with some bogus power...why am I even thinking like this? This isn't' real. It can't really be real. Can it? Rachel's daze was broken in seconds as she realized she had been staring. And worse, the guy was now staring back and calling her out for her gaze. She felt her cheeks start to burn and she was positive that they displayed a creeping blush. I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stare, this is just a lot to take in right now... Her already soft voice trailed off into nothing more than a whisper. She was embarrassed, but luckily the other boy didn't seem too upset about it. She let her gaze fall once again to the swirling blue liquid in the cup that she till had yet to either drink or discard. Rachel still hadn't exactly decided what she was going to do with it.
Before she could say anything else they were joined by multiple of the others that were also sentenced to live here. One of the guys, Bailey according to his introduction, sat beside her. He spoke about the medicine and Rachel felt a slight smile tugging at her mouth. He was definitely right. It did not look pleasing at all. She watched as he downed his own and she realized that she was the only one remaining at the table that hadn't drank it. Bailey then asked what we all thought of what was going on. One girl who looked slightly disgusted with the food explained her doubts and blaming her sister for pulling some prank. Rachel cocked her head to the side, she wondered what strange relationship the girl must have with her sister. Now wasn't the time to ask though.
Arthur spoke up again. Rachel bit her lip while listening to and thinking about what he was saying. He believed it, he honestly believed it. She, however, still didn't know what to think about all of this. There was only one thing she was 100% sure of. On cue, Rachel's stomach let out a grumble to remind her of the more important things going on. Scrunching up her face Rachel smelled the blue liquid again before taking shaking her head and gulping down all of the liquid. Coming up for air, Rachel couldn't help but choke on the after taste of the stuff. Oh no... Rachel scrunched up her face in disgust. That was not good. No, not good at all... She coughed again and somehow laughed quietly at herself. She then began shoveling the food that she had piled on her tray into her mouth to get rid of the acrid taste. Her body visibly relaxed once it got rid of the taste.
She decided to focus more on quenching her hunger than conbributing to the conversation. At the moment, she didn't even really know what to think of all this herself. She wanted to know what the others thought of everything going on and decided to add nothing unless she was addressed. | Name: Rachel Jones
Height: 5'8" Hair: Blonde with a slight curl, about belly button length.
Eyes: A combonation of blue/green. Other: Rachel is slim, with a slightly althetic build.
Age: 20 Born on December 23
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
History:
Rachel never knew much about her family. Her father vanished without a trace as soon as he found out that her mother was pregnant. When she was barely even 6 months old, Rachel's mother died of breast cancer. After her mother's death,, it was made clear that no one else in the family wanted to take responsibility for the baby so she immediately was sent into the world of foster care. Rachel was never adopted, but at 18 she left foster care to make it out on her own. With no one to help support her, Rachel had almost zero money so a higher education was never going to be an option. She began working 3 different jobs, and soon enough had the means to rent out a tiny apartment. Her entire life so far was just trying to get ahead of debt and just make ends meet.
Through her entire life, Rachel always seemed to be a resipient of other's pity. When you're an orphan I guess that just tends to happen. But she wasn't really sad, in her mind she had never really known her parents or family and there just wasn't enough time for self-pity. That was until she became sick with no idea what the cause was. Rachel didn't get sick, that was the weird part about it. She never had to take a sick day off of work in her life until now. Working three jobs was the only way that Rachel could support herself, there just wasn't time for her to be sick.
Power:
Healing - Though to start it is very weak and she can only heal small scratches and bruises on herself which basically goes unnoticed. Her body also fights off/minimizes sickness like the common cold.
As time goes on (we aren't at this point at all yet) and her powers become stronger, the healing comes with a cost. On her own body, healing requires a lot of energy. It can leave her feeling pretty drained, even more drained for more serious healing.
Eventually she can help heal other people which is even more costly to her own self. The injury/sickness that she attempts to heal transfers over onto her own body. However, she feels a more extreme version of the pain or sickness she is healing from the other person. Her body then heals itself. This causes crippling exhaustion for Rachel and, depending on the sickness/injury, though the other person will be mostly completely healed, she could potentially not even have the strength to heal herself.
Other:
-Rachel has a very self-sacrificing personality, she will do almost anything if it meant someone else would be happier for it.
-Loves food |
45,444 | 1,236 | 8 | 1,833 | 2,419 | Sienna Morris
Current Location: Cafeteria
Sienna prodded at the food on her plate, taking small bites as she compared it to the food served on the airfield. The food was the same, yet it felt extraordinaire, as if the fish and chips was professionally cooked rather than facility processed. Regardless of the taste, Sienna believed that the flavors could hardly compare to MREs, despite enjoying portable meals being nothing to brag about. One would think a woman from San Francisco would be disgusted with the idea of eating what was essentially a TV dinner on the go, but serving the military had gave Sienna many surprises that she enjoyed. It was hard for Sienna to fathom why many would have thoughts against eating a MRE.
As Sienna continued to poke at her food, eating one of the french fries (or chips, as Sienna preferred to say), a blonde-haired man had called out to her, beckoning Sienna to join their table. Deciding to join the growing number, Sienna picked up her tray and approached the table, taking one of the free seats as her own. Before she had the chance to say anything, Arthur had begun a monologue, describing what he had thought to the rest of the patients in the facility. Sienna, of course, had listened to the entire speech, as Arthur appeared to be the one taking initiative and playing the leader role like her superiors back in Jordan.
Sienna had nodded attentively to everything Arthur had to say before he had decided to change the subject and introduce himself. In all, Arthur was rather similar to Sienna, as both of them had similar accents and preferred tea. Glancing back at Arthur as he waited for a response from the rest of those seated at the table, Sienna felt that she might as well make friends with those in the facility, or at least comrades to get herself through this mess. "First Lieutenant Sienna Morris, USAF." A second went by before Sienna had realized rigid and strict her words were. "Forgive me, it's a habit. You can call me Sienna if you desire." Sienna replied, quiet laughter escaping her mouth after she spoke.
Looking to her side, Sienna noticed that a young woman next to her was having trouble ingesting the bluish liquid that they were told was medicine for their illness. The woman was choking on the liquid as she proceeded to have a coughing fit, trying her hardest to fully swallow the liquid. "Dip your head back and swallow it one gulp next time. It won't be as bad and you'll have it gone in a second." Sienna explained, feeling pity for the woman. Truth be told, Sienna couldn't help but to feel pity for everyone here, including herself. The scientist from before had demonstrated her supposed power, but everything was still difficult to understand and taken with a grain of salt. In the end, everything might turn to be false, and each one of them were singled out to be lab rats for some crazy and insane project of theirs. | Player - Character - Room Number
Current:
Poi - Sienna Morris - 17
HecateProxy - Bailey Collins - 11
Jinxer - Arthur Seymour - 15
KimmiNinja - Eliza Nyko - 8
Utrax - Marcus Bradley - 4
CyanideSweetie - Caebyn Danvers - 13
Wolverbells - Athena Wilson - 12
SheriffLlama - Cassius Williams - 10
GhastlyInc - Eli O'Dell - 2
Dropped:
AnnieTimeNow - Rachel Jones - 20
Ornatur - Thomas Falch - 16
Link to House of Powers Discord
Facility
Bedrooms are numbered odds on the left and evens on the right as you face the hallway from the cafeteria, one and two the closest rooms. |
45,445 | 1,236 | 9 | 536 | 192 | Caebyn -Bynie- Danvers
Bynie didn't realize she was lagging behind until one of the men escorting her cleared their throat impatiently. She blinked, coming back to herself. She had been taking small shuffling steps, eyes trained on the little cartoon characters printed on her stockings. She had been too stunned to grab her shoes when she got picked up this morning, at least she had gotten dressed for the day. Not that her ruffled dress did her any good in this place, but some how it made her feel a little better. Picking up her pace to something that was a bit more normal she felt her brain fog over once again. At first she had though her step mom had paid someone to screw with her but looking around at the place she could tell that that wasn't the case, they didn't have THAT much money. And then there was that woman, even as Bynie had watched her make a clone of herself her brain had simply gone ' of she has a twin, that's nice ' while every mental red flag and siren went off letting her known that something was fucking wierd! She was surprised that she hadn't had smoke coming out of her ears.
She stepped into the cafeteria, coming back into focus, oh thank god, food. She took in the men in the hazmat suits with aprons tied around their waist. A high pitched whine of a giggle escaped her throat, she was fucking losing iiiiiittt. "Do you have coffee, please?" One of the employees nodded, handing her a cup of blue liquid and then grabbing the pitcher of coffee and going to pour her a cup. She held up a open palm to stop him. She threw back the medicine like she was at a frat party, and set down the cup to free her hands. Smiling politely she took entire the pot of coffee from the man and made her way to the soft serve ice cream machine. Dumping in as much chocolate ice cream that could fit she then snatched a whole chocolate cake off the buffet styled tables and turned around to find a seat. There was a large group, and then a single man sitting by himself. She was tempted to sit next to him, knowing it was no fun to eat alone, but she was in a strange place and there was safety in numbers.
She set down her treats and pulled up a chair next to one of her fellow X-Men. At the natural lag in conversation at her intrusion she announced, "Dont mind me, I'm just going to be eating my feelings." She stuck a straw in her coffee, picked up a fork and dug in. | Caebyn ( Bynie) Danvers
"If you don't have something nice to say, then say something witty and sarcastic"
Age: 23; Febuary 14th 1994
Gender:Female
Sexuality:Bisexual
Appearance:Bynie is either all our nothing when it comes to her clothes, she's either wearing a cute ruffled dress or sweats.She has a weakness for cute things and cusses like a sailor, especially when she gets mad or excited. She's not initially very tall only standing at 5'3. She has never been in a serious relationship due to the 'flighty'ness instilled in her as a kid. She has a broad sense of humor and often cracks jokes soley for her own amusement
History:Bynie's parents separated when she was ten, but it wasn't a huge deal. She learned to live two separate lives based on whose house she was stuck at. The biggest issue was that they lived on opposite costs so her parents would swap every school year, one at her dad's, one at her mom's this caused her to not have very many close friendships.
She lived a pretty average , happy life until her dad remarried, the woman was closer to her age than his (but then again what can you expect from southern Cali) . For some reason the woman hated her, causing arguments between her and her dad over made up situations, this continues to this day. Bynie had been at her dad's visiting when the step-monster walked in on her vomiting. Running to her father about her being bulimic it took Bynie hours to convince her dad that she just wasn't feeling well, that it must be altitude sickness or something. By the next day the Bitch had convinced her dad she was pregnant. Peeing on a stick wasn't enough to discredit the accusations so just for the sake of making her step mother look stupid she went and got a blood test done to prove that she was not, in fact, pregnant. She just had a bug. Or so she thought until the suits came and picked her up the next day.
Power:Self- Mass Manipulation; she is able to shrink or grow herself |
45,446 | 1,236 | 10 | 994 | 197 | Bailey Collins
Location
Cafeteria
Interacting with
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Bailey shook his head in disbelief as he stuffed a vinaigrette coated leaf into his mouth, chewing carefully as he listened to the rest of them introduce themselves. "Yeah, this is beyond a simple prank." he commented before taking another swig of his water. He leaned back in his chair before turning to look at Arthur, "A professor?" Bailey eyed the Brit with renewed interest. "I was just starting my student teacher trials, on my way to being a high school teacher. What studies do you teach?" There was a shade of visible excitement in his tone. As if his brain had decided to shut out all the weirdness going on and focus on the one note of normal. That and Arthur didn't look to be much older than he and yet- he had already achieved his greatest desire so along with excitement there was undertones of jealousy that colored his voice.
Bailey didn't have time to ponder much longer as another form appeared in his peripheral vision. He turned his head in time to watch another girl plop down beside the group and begin to shovel the sweet, sticky mass on her plate into her mouth. With a slight grin and raised brows Bailey spoke up, "Coffee and sweets?" He wouldn't lie; it looked good,at least in comparison to his salad but Bailey was a bit of a health nut these days and to see another person scarf down the forbidden just struck him a tad funny. He took in her rather unsual appearance before looking away. "I guess it takes all sorts." he mumbled to himself before looking back at the rest of them. Was there a connection between them all? He couldn't help but wonder if it was at random or had they been exposed to something but none of them looked familiar. Arthur wasn't even from the same country and Sienna was in the military. The rest didn't seem plausible either though he wasn't quite sure if he'd have even noticed them out in the real world.
'All sorts.' his subconscious mused as he went back to eating wondering how much he had missed in his day to day. The self absorption that surrounded his life but that aside, Arthur was right. At least for the moment. They, whoever they were, had put a lot of time and money into this facility. They also didn't have a malicious feel to them, though the biohazard suits didn't exactly scream welcome. Maybe this wouldn't be too bad. His hand slipped up to readjust his glasses, feeling his mind relax at the normality that came with the habitual movement.
Bailey cleared his throat before looking up to the ceiling, he was trying to find the words to keep himself and the mood lighthearted, "So what do you think your super powers are?" Baily asked. The idea of developing super powers seemed less terrifying when he thought about all the interesting things he might be able to do. Would be be able to split like the woman? Or maybe even fly? It was a small comfort,
like a child day dreaming about impossible things. | Name: Bailey Collins
Age: 24 Years Old
DOB: September 9, 1993
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Theme
History
Welcome to lower class suburban hell, where to the outside world everything looks peaches and cream but in reality- you're drowning in stasis and college debt. Bailey was nothing more than your average American boy with bright dreams and who wanted to believe that he had the right to shape and mold the young minds of the masses. What he didn't realize at the time was that not only did his dream career pay out very little but it often came with little to no gratitude. Not that he minded at the moment but he couldn't help but to feel a little bitter as he stumbled through his first shot of student teaching. The kids didn't care, that was a fact he as forced to come to terms with almost immediately and those who did care lacked the courage to put the class clowns in their places. Alas, this was his passion. Bailey had dreamed of being a teacher for as long as he could remember. Well, a professor but everyone had to start somewhere. For him it was at the NUI, a decent little college located a town over from his home. This allowed Bailey to cut the cost of dorm life and stay at home while working on his studies.
Of course, university was not cheap. Despite applying to numerous scholarships at the end of it all he was left with a hefty sum. Several student loans later and one soul sucking job in customer service, Bailey had finally made it- well, at least to the unpaid world of student teacher. Where he awkwardly scribbled down notes while fending off invasive questions from the high schoolers. Overall; he had to admit he was still excited about each day and those naive dreams he started out with still burned somewhere in his depths.
Power
Bailey's power is induced paralysis. Through the power of his touch, Bailey is able to momentarily render the muscle and nerves in a state of paralysis, which applied to a major muscle such as the heart can prove to be fatal. Otherwise it can leave the victim subject to the loss of movement, speech and even feeling.
Other
Bailey is legally blind in his right eye due to a fire cracker incident when he was six. He has some vision without his glasses but mostly just vague shapes and some color. His left eye has near perfect vision but his depth perception is shot which leaves him to bumping into things or dropping objects he simply meant to put down. |
45,447 | 1,236 | 11 | 1,237 | 509 | Location: Cafeteria
Eliza shrugged and continued to listen in on what the others had to say. She didn't want to go into detail on why she would think this was some elaborate prank, she knew what people in the...working class think of the 1%. She was more than a stereotypical rich brat... she was a rich brat with feelings. But she wasn't here to make enemies, not yet anyway. It would prove much more beneficial to be civil to one another than to come at everyone's neck. Like father said to her once, you don't have to be friends...just be adults.
Everyone started to give their introductions and a small piece of their lives. Eliza can admire the noble professions of being a teacher or serving in the AirForce. She wanted to introduce herself as well, but didn't want to run the risk of seeing her in a different light. On top of that, she didn't have a job, the company paid for everything. Eliza pondered for a second then decided it was best to twist the truth.
"I'm Eliza, I moved to California not too long ago to hopefully...start a business... guess that won't happen now. But I hope we can all get along while we're here." She tried not to look directly in anyone's eyes and instead focused on finishing the rest of her blue drink.
It wasn't long before someone brought up the topic of powers. Eliza couldn't help but inhale sharply. Whatever abilities they would develop, Eliza couldn't help but think that it could turn for the worse. What if she started to develop a mutation? She gripped her empty cup waiting on what the others have to say.
---- | ELIZA NYKO
Face Claim:
Age: 22 (Dec. 15 1994)
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Height:5’7
Weight:130lb
History:
Born to a powerful family in upstate New York, Eliza had wealth, luxury, and status. She was privileged with the best education money can buy. Yet despite all of that she didn’t have power. Her older sister, Elaina, was the rightful heir to the family wealth and power. Power that controlled and influenced half of New York. It was safe to say Eliza was envious of her sister. She would then spend most of her life trying to prove her worth, proving she can be better than her sister. It ended up creating a rift between the two sisters, and causing both to become extremely vain. And through all the backstabbing, the one-upping, the ass-kissing, it seemed as if Eliza was winning the favor of their father. But before any decision was made, a car accident claimed the life of Mr. Nyko, leaving everything, all the wealth and power to Elaina and Eliza’s dream of control was shattered.
Heartbroken and defeated, Eliza wanted nothing to do with New York. Something that Elaina was happy to arrange. With that Eliza was sent to the other side of the country, but Eliza lived more lavishly in California, in a desperate effort to drown out the humiliation that followed her from NY.
Power:
Possession: Ability to take control and talk through a non-living/inanimate object. She must touch the object in order to “possess it”, her conscience then moves from her body to the object allowing her to control and move the object on her own. Since she has almost no control of this power, there are times where she accidentally/unwillingly possesses an object. She hasn’t figured out a solid way to willingly go back in her body but at the moment the only way back to her body is if someone breaks the object. (So if you see a talking pencil rolling down the hallway don’t question it and snap it.)
Other:
Never worked a day in her life other than networking connections at parties.
For some reason pencils always trigger her power and so Eliza avoids them like the plague.
Doesn’t favor commitment since all her relationships up to now ended badly.
Trainer's Appearance:
Theme: |
45,448 | 1,236 | 12 | 2,587 | 440 | Marcus Bradley Location: Cafeteria | Interacting With: his own paranoia...
It wasn't long before Marcus finished off his food. All the while, he watched the conversation the others were having, then figured that he should have sat a bit closer. From where he was, it was a little hard to hear every word but, he picked up the general gist. The main conclusion he started to draw was that most of them were probably older than him-- if there weren't lying, that is.
Most people could probably chalk their mistrust of others up to being raised a certain way, but Marcus wasn't going to slander his mother's name like that-- his mistrust was good ol' paranoia. As far as he was concerned, the less people did honest work-- carpentry, hunting, butchering, farm work-- the more they couldn't be trusted. There were a lot of snakes in the grass and people from big cities were the fattest ones. Why would any of them walk into such an extraordinary circumstance and be fully honest and truthful? He had known people to lie when the sky was sunny and the plants were blooming-- so this strange place was probably pushing people into desperation.
No one could back up their truths with evidence here and lies couldn't be figured out so easily. Here, this was probably something of a clean slate for others to work on. Taking a tense breath, Marcus pushed his tray away from himself, then set his gaze on the door leading out of the cafeteria. What was next? He'd seen a placard with his name on it down the hall-- were those assigned rooms? Admittedly, he was curious at how fancy the rooms would be, especially since the rest of this place seemed expensive and high-budget. Yawning, he also admitted to himself he was tired-- this facility was well out of his timezone... maybe.
Where exactly were they?
Marcus squinted at the thought. How come he didn't remember? Oh, that's right, he had slept the whole way here. Were he not familiar with the mysterious lull to rest that traveling had on his senses, he would have accused the people that brought him here of drugging him. He rubbed his face with his palm and cursed himself. There were probably details about getting here that he should have paid attention to... not that he expected he would need them. Part of Marcus simply wanted the details to have them. What if everything here went awry? What was his contingency plan? More importantly, what was their contingency plan? Marcus shifted his gaze to the people in bio-hazard suits that were standing behind the serving line. There must have been a plan in place for... well, what if one of them developed some kind of wold ending hell-power? What if said hell-powered person had a mind for violence? He didn't exactly remember there being a psychological screening process maybe-- he wasn't completely sure-- but the main point was, any one of these freaks, including him, could be here with ill intentions, right?
Hell. Magneto was an X-Man too. | Name:
Marcus Todd Bradley
Age:
20 - May 9th 1997
Gender:
Male
Sexuality:
Asexual
Appearance:
\\5ft 8in - 140lbs\\
Marcus looks tired. Bags beneath his eyes could display the contents of a hardworking life-- lower-middle class and full of farming and fieldwork. A crown of dreadlocked hair rests upon his head, flowing down to his shoulder-blades, and usually held back only by sheer luck or the occasional hairband. Marcus has a lithe figure, unimpressive in height, that possess the work muscle for plowing. All of his facial features could be described as weak, rounded, a little feminine, and almost handsome. He walks about with his hands in his pockets and abysmal posture-- actually having developed a permeate curvature of the spine from constant slouching. His skin is the dark brown of freshly turned soil and bears scars around the elbows and knees from plenty of childhood roughhousing.
History:
Marcus was born and raised in Corinth-- a farming town no one could find on a map. He is the oldest of four children. All his life, he has worked the fields at his mother's side, focused on learning everything he possibly could from her. Marcus took it to heart when, one day, a farm down the road burned down, killing the one person responsible for maintaining the field, and leaving the family without any way to recover income. Marcus has sought to learn the trade and to educate his siblings in that regard as well.
He's lived an uneventful life-- home schooled with early starts to his days and late nights. His mothers raised him as well as they could, though they often struggled to make ends meet. As soon as he was able, Marcus took a job at a local grocery store and did as much as he could to bring in funds to the household. Everything was going well up until Marcus became ill. Soon after, they came from him, explaining that he needed to go with them to live in the facility. Though his parents told him not to worry about their situation, Marcus still couldn't help but feel deep guilt at being removed from his household but, then again, they said it was for the best, right?
Power:
Tough Skin - His skin is resistant to cuts, scratches, and puncture wounds-- though they can still harm him with enough force.
Additional Information:
Thick Accent - The deep southern drawl is real, y'all.
Dark Aversion - Without a flashlight, Marcus finds darkness and night deeply unsettling.
Age: 29
Ht: 5ft 4in
Build: Lithe - Athletic
Nationality: French-Nigerian
Personality Keywords: Impatient - Calm - Arrogant - Empathetic
Power: Force-field projection |
45,449 | 1,236 | 13 | 1,142 | 1,143 | Arthur Seymour
At this stage the other residents were introducing themselves. No one had disputed Arthur's read on the situation but he knew they all had their own thoughts and they were keeping them private for now. He could hardly blame them, they knew nothing about one another and it would be naive to have no fears of suspicions about their current situation. Despite his words, he himself was cautious about trusting these people but there was nothing they could do right then. On the off chance that everything was true then staying here was the best options, if it was false then they would find out later and could make an escape plan when necessary.
He looked up as Bailey asked him a question, swallowing a mouthful of the curry and washing it down with a sip of tea before responding.
"History, mostly. That's what I lecture and research in but I teach kids at a primary school as well. Again, that's mostly history but... well, they're kids so it can vary a little from the lesson plan." He smiled, a soft smile that was practically his trademark and made him a popular teacher. "I got fast tracked for it, although if my parents' hadn't had the money to get me onto the right courses in the first place I'd probably still be studying my undergrad." He spooned another mouthful of curry, continuing to enjoy the pleasant surprise of quality food.
The newest addition to their small crew was tucking in an interest choice of meal which made him wince a little, knowing his stomach would be unable to take such an intake of sugar. Each to their own, I guess. Glancing over his shoulder he saw that the other man in the room was listening in to their conversation but showed no signs of joining them. Arthur could understand his reluctance to approach them, it would be unsurprising to develop a sense of anxiety in their current situation. He himself felt only a short distance away from losing his calm and thus control of his emotions.
Then Bailey broke the silence and brought up the idea of powers for the first time. Until now they had been talking about the possibility of them even existing, now they were discussing them as if their existence was certain. After the researcher's display that wasn't surprising, though.
Taking a thoughtful sip from his mug, Arthur grinned sheepishly.
"Well, I've always had a certain fondness for Wolverine although I'm not sure I'd actually want his power. Telekinesis is quite cool, don't you think? It could have some useful real world applications too, like moving heavy objects about. I could use it when researching, it's impossible to find a book stand that holds things at the right height so it would help there." He shrugged, indicating he wasn't really sure and hadn't given it much thought, before finishing off his food.
Just as he did so an intercom system crackled into life. There was silence for a moment before the voice of the researcher they had met before sounded over the system.
"I hope you've all enjoyed your meal, I'm told the staff were quite proud of what they were able to throw together for you on your first night here. For your information its getting on for about 23:00 here so it might be time you head to your dorms. Your names are on the door plaques so you know which room is yours. In the morning you'll have a chance to call your family or a friend before we begin the first round of activities." There was a pause before the muffled sound of paper rustling could be heard. "The first thing will just be a few scans followed by some basic exercises to get a baseline for your current body's performance levels. Goodnight all, your alarm clocks will be waking you up at 08:00 sharp!"
With that the intercom crackled and then fizzed out, a momentary silence settling across the cafeteria. After a brief pause, Arthur stood up, stretching. Until the woman had mentioned the time he hadn't noticed how exhausted he felt but now that he had calmed down a little and the adrenaline levels fell away he felt the full weight of an overly strenuous day pressing down on his mind. Of course, he had know idea which timezone they were in nor precisely he was first picked up so he had no idea how long had truly passed since the day took its distinctly strange turn.
"Seems like good advice to me. I'll head on first then, see you in the morning." He waved tiredly, picking up his plate and looking around for a place to return it to but one of the suited staff took it from him with a nod suggesting that they would take care of it. "Oh, that's very kind of you. Thank you." He nodded with his words and then headed back into the hallway to find his room. He remembered seeing it earlier and it didn't take long to relocate. Not sure what to expect he pushed the door open and stepped in, taking in the sumptuousness of the decorations and furniture.
"Oh, my. Someone splashed out." | Arthur Seymour
Height: 5' 9"
Age: 25 (born 11 October, 1992)
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
History: Born and raised in England to a Welsh mother and an English father, Arthur grew up with a split nationality which could only be properly described as 'British'. At home equally in any part of Great Britain, although his parents reside in the richer counties of the south, he has moved around several parts for education and work before settling in the southern, and affluent, city of Bath.
At a young age he refused the opportunity to attend a prestigious selective (grammar) school in the next town over, despite passing the exam he was almost forced to do by his primary school, on the grounds that he disagreed with the elitism of the whole affair. His parents were both politically active and proudly called themselves social activists, despite their careers being traditionally the reserve of the very conservative and right-leaning upper classes.
He went to the University of Cambridge on a scholarship, his parents rich enough to pay his tuition in full so that he wasn't saddled with debt, and left with a First Class Honours in history before joining the department of History in the small, rural Welsh coastal town of Aberystwyth as a research lecturer. He teaches primary school (7-11) children two days week and the rest he spends giving lecturers to undergraduates at the university or following up on his own research projects.
Conscious of the contact he has with students, children and other at risk groups, he immediately checked in with a doctor about the illness he had been experiencing to seek advice on how to best avoid spreading it if his ailment was infectious. A day later and the people in bio-hazard suits appeared informing him that he was to be taken to a secure facility because his illness was more than it seemed.
Power: Hydrokinesis - the ability to shape or control water. While not a particularly original ability, it suits Arthur well due to its reliability and flexibility in almost all circumstances. At the lowest level he can move small bodies of water (like a cup of water) but will be able to steadily increase the volume of water he can control as well as the precision to which he can control it, shape it and even change its state. |
45,450 | 1,236 | 14 | 536 | 192 | Caebyn -Bynie- Danvers
Bynie shrugged at the boy who had pointed out her choice for dinner. He had brown hair, which was nice considering that almost half of the people here were blonde. Noticing his sad salad she offered him a bite, "You only live once." she looked around somberly, "And at this rate who knows for how much longer?" She leaned over and gulped down her ice cream coffee concoction, humming happily.
The boy asked what they thought their powers could be and her eyes were drawn to a pretty Asian girl that had gasped. She smiled at her, "I was in California when I got picked up, maybe its something in the water?" She joked. Tilting her head back in concentration she decided, " I think it would be awesome to talk to animals! Oh! And how sweet would it be if I totally grew cat ears?" she laughed placing her first two fingers together and holding them at the top of head.
Bynie listened to the blonde boy talkabout his fast track of a career and shefelt envious, she worked in a library,which she loved, but it wasnt exactly something to brag about, her train of thought was interrupted by the intercom system.
It was freaking 11pm? She looked down at the table in front of her morbidly. At the mass amounts if caffeine and sugar she had just ingested. There was no way she was going to be able to sleep. | Caebyn ( Bynie) Danvers
"If you don't have something nice to say, then say something witty and sarcastic"
Age: 23; Febuary 14th 1994
Gender:Female
Sexuality:Bisexual
Appearance:Bynie is either all our nothing when it comes to her clothes, she's either wearing a cute ruffled dress or sweats.She has a weakness for cute things and cusses like a sailor, especially when she gets mad or excited. She's not initially very tall only standing at 5'3. She has never been in a serious relationship due to the 'flighty'ness instilled in her as a kid. She has a broad sense of humor and often cracks jokes soley for her own amusement
History:Bynie's parents separated when she was ten, but it wasn't a huge deal. She learned to live two separate lives based on whose house she was stuck at. The biggest issue was that they lived on opposite costs so her parents would swap every school year, one at her dad's, one at her mom's this caused her to not have very many close friendships.
She lived a pretty average , happy life until her dad remarried, the woman was closer to her age than his (but then again what can you expect from southern Cali) . For some reason the woman hated her, causing arguments between her and her dad over made up situations, this continues to this day. Bynie had been at her dad's visiting when the step-monster walked in on her vomiting. Running to her father about her being bulimic it took Bynie hours to convince her dad that she just wasn't feeling well, that it must be altitude sickness or something. By the next day the Bitch had convinced her dad she was pregnant. Peeing on a stick wasn't enough to discredit the accusations so just for the sake of making her step mother look stupid she went and got a blood test done to prove that she was not, in fact, pregnant. She just had a bug. Or so she thought until the suits came and picked her up the next day.
Power:Self- Mass Manipulation; she is able to shrink or grow herself |
45,451 | 1,236 | 15 | 1,833 | 2,419 | Sienna Morris
Current Location: Cafeteria -> Bedrooms
As Sienna ate, she listened to Arthur wonder what supposed powers he might develop. His outspoken thoughts had made Sienna wonder what powers she would develop if everything was indeed true. The thrill of developing superpowers was wonderful to Sienna, but she sat mostly in silence, tapping her chin as she pondered what superpower would help fly an aircraft. "Deadpool is one of my favorite heroes, yet a part of me is against having the appearance of a burnt cheeseburger just to have a superpower. Truth be told, I don't believe having a superpower would be useful in the sky at all." Sienna replied, leaning back in her chair. The pilot was truly at a loss for ideas as she began to finish off the rest of her plate.
"I don't believe our placement in this facility was because of the water. If it was, surely it would have only affected Eliza and yourself. Perhaps me as well, being a native Californian and all, but I have resided in Jordan for some time now. Each of us have different backstories, and some were in entirely different parts of the world. It couldn't be just something in the water, could it?" Sienna explained, glancing over to Bailey and Arthur for their opinion. The Brit was a professor, and Bailey was studying to be a high school teacher. If anyone knew anything about their circumstances, or had any factual clues, it would be one of them.
Eventually, the intercom had rung with the same voice as the woman from the auditorium. She mentioned the time, although when compared to the others Sienna was hardly tired. Her body had grown used to rapidly switching time zones because of the career Sienna had chosen, it didn't take long for her to adjust to a change in time. "I suppose I should be off to bed. See you all in the morning." Sienna replied, standing up with her tray in hand. With her free hand, Sienna rested the hand on her forehead as she stood attention, and proceeded to show off a mock salute to her new friends.
After depositing her tray and dishes, Sienna walked back to where the bedrooms were located. The woman had given them a chance to call either their family or a friend, and inside Sienna was a war of different thoughts. Blood was family, but since the day Sienna had joined the Air Force, those who had served alongside her were considered family too. Entering the bedroom marked with her name, Sienna laid back on the comfortable bed and considered who she would call. Both would be expecting an answer from Sienna, yet they were allowed only one phone call to alert someone of their status.
A few minutes had ticked by, but Sienna had felt as if it had been an eternity before she came to a decision. Sienna knew that it would be easy for her to call either one of them, but her parents would have a harder time trying to contact Sienna's comrades in Jordan whereas it would be easier for her second-in-command to alert her parents. "I'll have Kirkland call my parents after I call him tomorrow. That way everyone knows that I'm fine and also alive." Sienna mumbled, her hands resting behind her head as she stared up at the bleak ceiling of the bedroom. Soon after her decision, Sienna had decided it was best to get some sleep. Reaching over the lamp near her bed, Sienna pulled on the cord as she rolled over in the bed to, hopefully, rest up for the planned trials tomorrow. | Player - Character - Room Number
Current:
Poi - Sienna Morris - 17
HecateProxy - Bailey Collins - 11
Jinxer - Arthur Seymour - 15
KimmiNinja - Eliza Nyko - 8
Utrax - Marcus Bradley - 4
CyanideSweetie - Caebyn Danvers - 13
Wolverbells - Athena Wilson - 12
SheriffLlama - Cassius Williams - 10
GhastlyInc - Eli O'Dell - 2
Dropped:
AnnieTimeNow - Rachel Jones - 20
Ornatur - Thomas Falch - 16
Link to House of Powers Discord
Facility
Bedrooms are numbered odds on the left and evens on the right as you face the hallway from the cafeteria, one and two the closest rooms. |
45,452 | 1,236 | 16 | 1,237 | 509 | Location: Cafeteria -> Bedrooms
With all the talk about powers and the mention of heroes, Eliza couldn't help but think maliciously. Like Sienna said, everyone here had a different backstory that potentially led them here. But what if that backstory would lead them to become a "villain"? It wasn't out of the question, if she had the power of invincibility or to stop time, it would prove easy to rob banks or hurt people without them knowing. Eliza didn't share these thoughts with the others, especially with the men in biohazard suits around. But at the same time, no one can stay ignorant to that possibility.
For now. it would be best to observe how everyone else turns out throughout their stay here. Though Eliza doubts she would use her "power" for bad, the thought of being an "all mighty, all good" superhero didn't fit her image. But being a murderous depraved criminal definitely doesn't resonate with her either. The only question that remained for everyone else to answer was, what were they planning to do after leaving this place?
But before she could even speak, the woman from earlier spoke through the intercom informing them of tomorrow's plan. Eliza couldn't help but feel bitter at the mention of a call. She didn't really have anyone she would willingly call and inform them of her situation here. Except maybe Elaina, there was always the chance her sister could pull some strings and get her out of this coop. But at the same time, they didn't have the best relationship.
Some proceeded to get up and head to the bedrooms, which was an indication for Eliza to push away this problem for tomorrow's worries. After saying goodbye to those remaining she heads down to her bedroom and opens the door. The bedroom to her looked like a 4 star hotel - at most. Which was a major downgrade to what she was used to, but she would have to make ends with what was provided.
In the end, exhaustion had already hit, she was far too tired to deal with a downgrade and the fact that there would be no one to even care if she was stuck here. With mother out of the picture for years now and father gone, there was really no one she could trust. And being in a facility surrounded by nothing but strangers with the potential of powers? It was a far worse nightmare than when she lost her dream to Elaina. Laying in bed, the thoughts in her head began to blur as she fell fast asleep. | ELIZA NYKO
Face Claim:
Age: 22 (Dec. 15 1994)
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Height:5’7
Weight:130lb
History:
Born to a powerful family in upstate New York, Eliza had wealth, luxury, and status. She was privileged with the best education money can buy. Yet despite all of that she didn’t have power. Her older sister, Elaina, was the rightful heir to the family wealth and power. Power that controlled and influenced half of New York. It was safe to say Eliza was envious of her sister. She would then spend most of her life trying to prove her worth, proving she can be better than her sister. It ended up creating a rift between the two sisters, and causing both to become extremely vain. And through all the backstabbing, the one-upping, the ass-kissing, it seemed as if Eliza was winning the favor of their father. But before any decision was made, a car accident claimed the life of Mr. Nyko, leaving everything, all the wealth and power to Elaina and Eliza’s dream of control was shattered.
Heartbroken and defeated, Eliza wanted nothing to do with New York. Something that Elaina was happy to arrange. With that Eliza was sent to the other side of the country, but Eliza lived more lavishly in California, in a desperate effort to drown out the humiliation that followed her from NY.
Power:
Possession: Ability to take control and talk through a non-living/inanimate object. She must touch the object in order to “possess it”, her conscience then moves from her body to the object allowing her to control and move the object on her own. Since she has almost no control of this power, there are times where she accidentally/unwillingly possesses an object. She hasn’t figured out a solid way to willingly go back in her body but at the moment the only way back to her body is if someone breaks the object. (So if you see a talking pencil rolling down the hallway don’t question it and snap it.)
Other:
Never worked a day in her life other than networking connections at parties.
For some reason pencils always trigger her power and so Eliza avoids them like the plague.
Doesn’t favor commitment since all her relationships up to now ended badly.
Trainer's Appearance:
Theme: |
45,453 | 1,236 | 17 | 2,587 | 440 | Marcus Bradley Location: Cafeteria // Personal Room
As soon as the voice over the intercom suggested heading to bed, Marcus was on his feet. He freely admitted he was a bit tired so there wasn't much inward debate against what he should do. Standing up from his tray, he made eye contact with someone in a bio-hazard suit and they nodded at him-- an unspoken conversation-- so he left his tray on the table. As he began walking from the cafeteria, Marcus eyed the others briefly with a look over his shoulder. Ah-- he was the first one out, it seemed-- and looking down the hall ahead of him confirmed this. It made him briefly wonder if he would be the first to move when told to do so all the time. With a light shrug, Marcus walked down the hallway, back to where he remembered his name was on the wall.
When he entered the room, he let out a deep sigh, then locked as many locks on the door as he could. Thing was, Marcus never felt safe while alone unless he had a rifle or a baseball bat within reach. With this on his mind, he could already foresee the difficulty sleeping to come. The lady on the intercom had already laid out a wake up schedule so, he figured the rest of the time they would probably be on a schedule, which was reasonable enough for him-- this meant he could figure out how to tire himself properly before bedtime. Right now? He hadn't plowed enough, pitched enough hay, chased enough goats, or rode the tractor nearly enough to be properly tired. Then there was the fact that the room was so... processed. Pressed and scented, straightened out and brand new, all words to describe the general feel of the room and, the more Marcus looked around at the "warm welcome", the more he felt uncomfortable.
Houses and rooms didn't look or smell like this, hotels did, and in hotels you planned on leaving too soon to break everything in. Maybe that was the point of all this fanciness? It wasn't meant to welcome and keep you but, it was simply meant to welcome you to stay for a while. Shaking his head, Marcus took his shoes off at the door, then walked further into the room feeling somewhat anxious. Everything was so clean and neat that Marcus knew he'd never be able to relax in here, not truly. Even when he sat on the bed he didn't feel as if he could get comfortable. Yep. That was it. Marcus knew very well in this moment-- as if he didn't already know-- that he didn't belong here. Rubbing his face with his calloused hands, Marcus found himself wishing very hard he were simply back home. Mentally, he began making vows and promises to himself-- he was going to do anything it took to get out of this place as soon as possible.
This was not his home, they were not his friends, and he did not belong here.
Over and over the phrase repeated in his mind as he tossed and turned on the bed. Hours passed because he felt them pass. Eventually, Marcus found himself out of bed, walking around the room anxiously, trying his hardest to silence the worries writhing about in his mind-- the theories and foolishness-- but nothing seemed to help. All night he paced about, sat down, tried to sleep, rolled around, got back up-- a cycle of sleepless anxiety that didn't give hint it was going to release him. Well. At least he would have a phone call home in the morning.
The morning.
That was going to be here in less than five hours, he figured. | Name:
Marcus Todd Bradley
Age:
20 - May 9th 1997
Gender:
Male
Sexuality:
Asexual
Appearance:
\\5ft 8in - 140lbs\\
Marcus looks tired. Bags beneath his eyes could display the contents of a hardworking life-- lower-middle class and full of farming and fieldwork. A crown of dreadlocked hair rests upon his head, flowing down to his shoulder-blades, and usually held back only by sheer luck or the occasional hairband. Marcus has a lithe figure, unimpressive in height, that possess the work muscle for plowing. All of his facial features could be described as weak, rounded, a little feminine, and almost handsome. He walks about with his hands in his pockets and abysmal posture-- actually having developed a permeate curvature of the spine from constant slouching. His skin is the dark brown of freshly turned soil and bears scars around the elbows and knees from plenty of childhood roughhousing.
History:
Marcus was born and raised in Corinth-- a farming town no one could find on a map. He is the oldest of four children. All his life, he has worked the fields at his mother's side, focused on learning everything he possibly could from her. Marcus took it to heart when, one day, a farm down the road burned down, killing the one person responsible for maintaining the field, and leaving the family without any way to recover income. Marcus has sought to learn the trade and to educate his siblings in that regard as well.
He's lived an uneventful life-- home schooled with early starts to his days and late nights. His mothers raised him as well as they could, though they often struggled to make ends meet. As soon as he was able, Marcus took a job at a local grocery store and did as much as he could to bring in funds to the household. Everything was going well up until Marcus became ill. Soon after, they came from him, explaining that he needed to go with them to live in the facility. Though his parents told him not to worry about their situation, Marcus still couldn't help but feel deep guilt at being removed from his household but, then again, they said it was for the best, right?
Power:
Tough Skin - His skin is resistant to cuts, scratches, and puncture wounds-- though they can still harm him with enough force.
Additional Information:
Thick Accent - The deep southern drawl is real, y'all.
Dark Aversion - Without a flashlight, Marcus finds darkness and night deeply unsettling.
Age: 29
Ht: 5ft 4in
Build: Lithe - Athletic
Nationality: French-Nigerian
Personality Keywords: Impatient - Calm - Arrogant - Empathetic
Power: Force-field projection |
45,454 | 1,236 | 18 | 149 | 13 | Rachel Jones
Rachel's fork rattled on the plate signaling the completion of the meal. Suddenly, a voice projected through an intercom speaker breaking up the talk of superpowers and suspicions. She felt her already huge eyes widen as the voice went on, it really was 11 o'clock? It couldn't be. But as if on cue, Rachel felt her muscles begin to ache and her eyes begin to droop. Before the voice had finished talking, she found herself attempting to stifle a yawn. Slowly people began filing out of the cafeteria, though Rachel took her time. Though her body ached for rest, her mind wasn't quite onboard. She began looking around at all of the suited men. Suspicion and worry began clouding her thoughts and tugging her stomach into knots. Rachel quickly pushed herself up from the table suddenly feeling very alone and uneasy. Not meeting the eyes of any of the people in suits Rachel made her way out and to the hallway.
Scanning shiny plaques, Rachel's stomach fluttered with nerves and fear. The reality that she had no idea what would happen to her here was setting in and making her panic. Finally her eyes fell on her name above the number 20. Rachel's hand paused at the doorknob. What if this was a trap? What would she be walking into behind this door? Rachel looked around her at the seemingly empty hallway. The other's had room down here too right? She hadn't heard any screams or cries for help from any of them, so maybe it was safe for now. She twisted open the heavy metal knob.
Behind the door, Rachel was greeted by what looked to be a normal hotel room. It was definitely nicer than her current home, though that wasn't too hard to beat. Cautiously she wandered around the room, trying to find any hint of danger with the realization that she was most likely being watched at this very moment. Deciding that it was safe enough Rachel laid on the fluffy and was immediately met with utter comfort. Her entire body seemed to exhale in relief. I'm being so ridiculous... Rachel spoke to herself to break the silence. This can't be real, this can't be happening...This isn't real.
Tomorrow, they were going to be allowed to call family members to tell them about what was going on. Or so the voice had said. But, who would Rachel call? She had no one. Feeling her eyes become heavier with each blink up at the white ceiling, Rachel slowly and methodically ducked under the covers to rendezvous with her dreams. | Name: Rachel Jones
Height: 5'8" Hair: Blonde with a slight curl, about belly button length.
Eyes: A combonation of blue/green. Other: Rachel is slim, with a slightly althetic build.
Age: 20 Born on December 23
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
History:
Rachel never knew much about her family. Her father vanished without a trace as soon as he found out that her mother was pregnant. When she was barely even 6 months old, Rachel's mother died of breast cancer. After her mother's death,, it was made clear that no one else in the family wanted to take responsibility for the baby so she immediately was sent into the world of foster care. Rachel was never adopted, but at 18 she left foster care to make it out on her own. With no one to help support her, Rachel had almost zero money so a higher education was never going to be an option. She began working 3 different jobs, and soon enough had the means to rent out a tiny apartment. Her entire life so far was just trying to get ahead of debt and just make ends meet.
Through her entire life, Rachel always seemed to be a resipient of other's pity. When you're an orphan I guess that just tends to happen. But she wasn't really sad, in her mind she had never really known her parents or family and there just wasn't enough time for self-pity. That was until she became sick with no idea what the cause was. Rachel didn't get sick, that was the weird part about it. She never had to take a sick day off of work in her life until now. Working three jobs was the only way that Rachel could support herself, there just wasn't time for her to be sick.
Power:
Healing - Though to start it is very weak and she can only heal small scratches and bruises on herself which basically goes unnoticed. Her body also fights off/minimizes sickness like the common cold.
As time goes on (we aren't at this point at all yet) and her powers become stronger, the healing comes with a cost. On her own body, healing requires a lot of energy. It can leave her feeling pretty drained, even more drained for more serious healing.
Eventually she can help heal other people which is even more costly to her own self. The injury/sickness that she attempts to heal transfers over onto her own body. However, she feels a more extreme version of the pain or sickness she is healing from the other person. Her body then heals itself. This causes crippling exhaustion for Rachel and, depending on the sickness/injury, though the other person will be mostly completely healed, she could potentially not even have the strength to heal herself.
Other:
-Rachel has a very self-sacrificing personality, she will do almost anything if it meant someone else would be happier for it.
-Loves food |
45,455 | 1,236 | 19 | 994 | 197 | Bailey Collins
Location
Cafeteria -- Room
Interacting with
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Well, Bailey had never been to California. So there was no connection there at least. He'd almost venture the illness was a product of contamination, after all lake Michigan was a vortex of foulness that promptly killed any life that dared to attempt to grow there but Bailey wouldn't dare step foot in those waters. He had begun to pick lightly at his salad as he listened to the chatter. His mind pouring over all the obscure details, looking for some hidden clue when the intercom above buzzed to life.
He winced at the intrusion. There was something unpleasant about the way they distorted someone's voice, turning their tone to a more cold and distant figure. 'I guess that's all we're going to learn today.' Around him everyone had started getting up and heading to their rooms. A flicker of panic ran through him. Everyone seemed so obedient, were they blinding following into some sort of trap? He could feel a tendril of ice shiver down his spine. 'No.' He shook his head as he took up his own plate. It was too soon to panic. Too soon to fall into the paranoia and fear that came from sudden change.
He passed off his dishes to a nearby worker and trudged out into the hall. Bailey wanted to remain positive. That what lay ahead would bring him to new heights and possibly new goals. 'Yeah because ALL superheroes have a warm and fuzzy backstory.' his mind quipped as it held onto that tendril of hesitation. He flexed his hands once more before adjusting his glasses. Those were stories. Works of fiction and while this was beyond the realm of normal. It was still very much so reality.
Slowly the boy ambled up the hall, inspecting each door as he searched for his name and number. "Ah. Eleven, yes." there was a fracture of hesitation as he reached towards the door. Everything else was beyond lush, so would his room reflect that? Or would it be like a prison? 'Only one way to find out!'
Sucking in a deep breathe he swung open the door and stepped inside. "Damn..." he breathed. The room was bathed in soft light, the colors sharp and modern like the rest of the facility. Everything was tidy and put away. Shutting the door behind him with a soft click, Bailey stepped further in to get a better look. Yeah. This was surely no prison. His shoulders dropped as he let the tension run out from his body and let exhaustion take its place. Sleep, sleep is what he needed right now. Sliding off his shoes he made his way to the bed, only to pause to set his glasses on the nightstand. He climbed into the bed and relished the softness of the sheet and the warmth of the comforter. It didn't take long for Bailey to drift off, his body twitching as dreams rolled through and drowned out his new reality. | Name: Bailey Collins
Age: 24 Years Old
DOB: September 9, 1993
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Theme
History
Welcome to lower class suburban hell, where to the outside world everything looks peaches and cream but in reality- you're drowning in stasis and college debt. Bailey was nothing more than your average American boy with bright dreams and who wanted to believe that he had the right to shape and mold the young minds of the masses. What he didn't realize at the time was that not only did his dream career pay out very little but it often came with little to no gratitude. Not that he minded at the moment but he couldn't help but to feel a little bitter as he stumbled through his first shot of student teaching. The kids didn't care, that was a fact he as forced to come to terms with almost immediately and those who did care lacked the courage to put the class clowns in their places. Alas, this was his passion. Bailey had dreamed of being a teacher for as long as he could remember. Well, a professor but everyone had to start somewhere. For him it was at the NUI, a decent little college located a town over from his home. This allowed Bailey to cut the cost of dorm life and stay at home while working on his studies.
Of course, university was not cheap. Despite applying to numerous scholarships at the end of it all he was left with a hefty sum. Several student loans later and one soul sucking job in customer service, Bailey had finally made it- well, at least to the unpaid world of student teacher. Where he awkwardly scribbled down notes while fending off invasive questions from the high schoolers. Overall; he had to admit he was still excited about each day and those naive dreams he started out with still burned somewhere in his depths.
Power
Bailey's power is induced paralysis. Through the power of his touch, Bailey is able to momentarily render the muscle and nerves in a state of paralysis, which applied to a major muscle such as the heart can prove to be fatal. Otherwise it can leave the victim subject to the loss of movement, speech and even feeling.
Other
Bailey is legally blind in his right eye due to a fire cracker incident when he was six. He has some vision without his glasses but mostly just vague shapes and some color. His left eye has near perfect vision but his depth perception is shot which leaves him to bumping into things or dropping objects he simply meant to put down. |
45,456 | 1,236 | 20 | 536 | 192 | Caebyn -Bynie- Danvers With a sigh Bynie got up and asked some of the attendants for some sleepy time tea and honey. She cupped the warm mug in her hands, breathing in the prefumed air she hoped that this would help neutralize the copious amounts of caffeine in her system. When she turned to head back to the table it was completely empty. Scrunching up her face she decided to head to her "Room". Something about an almost empty cafeteria, her only company the eerie anonymous figures in hazmat suits.
She took her tea and headed to her room, shuffling down the halfway with their names listed on it, she passed quite a few before making it to the one labeled Danvers, Caebyn . Blowing out a breath she opened to door and inspected the space designated for her. It was nice and pristine and plain . Her actual room would never look like this, but what could you expect?
She drank her tea and laid down, staring at the ceiling. She didn't even have any music to lull her sleep, but she was warm and comfortable so she couldn't complain too much. She laid there for hours before she finally faded to black. | Caebyn ( Bynie) Danvers
"If you don't have something nice to say, then say something witty and sarcastic"
Age: 23; Febuary 14th 1994
Gender:Female
Sexuality:Bisexual
Appearance:Bynie is either all our nothing when it comes to her clothes, she's either wearing a cute ruffled dress or sweats.She has a weakness for cute things and cusses like a sailor, especially when she gets mad or excited. She's not initially very tall only standing at 5'3. She has never been in a serious relationship due to the 'flighty'ness instilled in her as a kid. She has a broad sense of humor and often cracks jokes soley for her own amusement
History:Bynie's parents separated when she was ten, but it wasn't a huge deal. She learned to live two separate lives based on whose house she was stuck at. The biggest issue was that they lived on opposite costs so her parents would swap every school year, one at her dad's, one at her mom's this caused her to not have very many close friendships.
She lived a pretty average , happy life until her dad remarried, the woman was closer to her age than his (but then again what can you expect from southern Cali) . For some reason the woman hated her, causing arguments between her and her dad over made up situations, this continues to this day. Bynie had been at her dad's visiting when the step-monster walked in on her vomiting. Running to her father about her being bulimic it took Bynie hours to convince her dad that she just wasn't feeling well, that it must be altitude sickness or something. By the next day the Bitch had convinced her dad she was pregnant. Peeing on a stick wasn't enough to discredit the accusations so just for the sake of making her step mother look stupid she went and got a blood test done to prove that she was not, in fact, pregnant. She just had a bug. Or so she thought until the suits came and picked her up the next day.
Power:Self- Mass Manipulation; she is able to shrink or grow herself |
45,457 | 1,236 | 21 | 1,142 | 1,143 | Arthur Seymour
The First Morning
Arthur had been up for some time before his alarm began to ring, precisely at 08:00 as promised by the still-nameless researcher. It wasn't the most offensive alarm he had ever heard but it was most definitely one that you couldn't ignore, blaring out a toneless alarm at high volume without any apparent way to stop or acknowledge it; presumably a way to prevent any kind of snoozing. He couldn't hear any other alarms, the sound-proofing in the rooms being excellent, and he had yet to venture out from his room that morning.
Upon waking up he tried to instil some normality in this new, semi-imprisoned, life and used the kettle provided in his room to make a cup of tea. A small but well-stocked mini-fridge under the desk had some fresh milk in it as well as a variety of soft drinks and juices. There were no snacks in the room but he remembered seeing vending machines in the cafeteria so presumably they could always stock up and bring food back to their rooms if they wanted. Other than the basic facilities there was a large TV on one wall which he had discovered had a variety of streaming subscriptions to both film and music channels but with no direct internet access available.
Having freshened himself up with the beverage he investigated the bathroom properly, having only given it a cursory look for toothpaste the night before, and found the shower to be highly adjustable and had enough power to be decent. Everything so far in the facility had been top notch, luxurious without being so much so that he felt overwhelmed. It was like being in a four star hotel closing in on being a five star, the main thing being a lack of natural light although weird oblong wall heaters with mirrored surfaces gave an illusion of sunlight flooding the rooms.
He had been leafing through one of the few books, fairly standard fare, when the alarm starting going off and had decided that was his cue to go out and find some breakfast. It was especially late in the day for him, usually he breakfasted at about six o'clock in the morning, so he was bordering on ravenous as he made his way to the cafeteria. No one else had made it that far, or at least no one was currently there, so he pushed into the now open kitchen to look around. As he did so there was a buzz as the intercom fizzled into action and a cheery, but slightly sleepy sounding, researcher they would all remember from the day before spoke.
"Good morning all! I hope you slept well in your new quarters - if you have any requests then let us know, within reason of course! You can do it all through the TV and it'll come straight to Resourcing! More importantly, we have a new face joining us today. She's the last of our group and had to have some tests completed before we knew it was safe for her to join you. Oh, and we'll begin the first session at 09:00 so make sure you get something to eat before then, we've got a busy morning ahead of us!" There was a click and then silence followed. Now aware of the time pressure, Arthur quickened his searching of the kitchen for a viable breakfast.
Everything was chrome, like in a professional kitchen, easy to clean surfaces with high-end appliances on nearly every work surface. Two huge American-style fridges stood against one wall with some chest freezers beside them, all rammed full of fresh vegetables, meats, sauces and other foods. It didn't take him long to find bacon, sausages, eggs, bread, mushrooms, tomatoes and baked beans and he set about creating a mammoth breakfast, chopping away and humming to himself, almost able to pretend that he wasn't in an unfamiliar facility while suffering a largely unknown and potentially fatal illness which, if he survived it, would turn him into some kind of superhuman. | Arthur Seymour
Height: 5' 9"
Age: 25 (born 11 October, 1992)
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
History: Born and raised in England to a Welsh mother and an English father, Arthur grew up with a split nationality which could only be properly described as 'British'. At home equally in any part of Great Britain, although his parents reside in the richer counties of the south, he has moved around several parts for education and work before settling in the southern, and affluent, city of Bath.
At a young age he refused the opportunity to attend a prestigious selective (grammar) school in the next town over, despite passing the exam he was almost forced to do by his primary school, on the grounds that he disagreed with the elitism of the whole affair. His parents were both politically active and proudly called themselves social activists, despite their careers being traditionally the reserve of the very conservative and right-leaning upper classes.
He went to the University of Cambridge on a scholarship, his parents rich enough to pay his tuition in full so that he wasn't saddled with debt, and left with a First Class Honours in history before joining the department of History in the small, rural Welsh coastal town of Aberystwyth as a research lecturer. He teaches primary school (7-11) children two days week and the rest he spends giving lecturers to undergraduates at the university or following up on his own research projects.
Conscious of the contact he has with students, children and other at risk groups, he immediately checked in with a doctor about the illness he had been experiencing to seek advice on how to best avoid spreading it if his ailment was infectious. A day later and the people in bio-hazard suits appeared informing him that he was to be taken to a secure facility because his illness was more than it seemed.
Power: Hydrokinesis - the ability to shape or control water. While not a particularly original ability, it suits Arthur well due to its reliability and flexibility in almost all circumstances. At the lowest level he can move small bodies of water (like a cup of water) but will be able to steadily increase the volume of water he can control as well as the precision to which he can control it, shape it and even change its state. |
45,458 | 1,236 | 22 | 2,692 | 854 | Athena Wilson | "Dismissal Room" - Kitchen's Entrance
Mentions:
Having checked herself in voluntarily, Athena knew that she had done something right. Anything and everything that had been told to her prior to her check in had convinced her that she needed treatment. How else was she to gain a normal life? It was all she wanted, why couldn't she have it?
Her neck felt a little stiff as she suddenly began to regain feeling of her body. She remembered that a couple of hours after being checked in to an unknown building, she had been put under to be able to have sleep tests proctored on her. Yet, she didn't know how long they had lasted. By the soreness that she was now feeling in her muscles, she had been out for days. A small groan escaped her lips as she began to flex her muscles, her eyelids fluttering open, attempting to adjust to the florescent lighting.
'Where am I?'
Athena's eyes slowly but surely had adjusted, and it wasn't to a room she was familiar with. She managed to turn her head over to the side so she could get a glimpse of where she was, but all she saw was an office that looked like a doctor's visiting office. The room was completely white with a few cabinets and a chrome sink, with a stool not too far from it. The woman sighed as she looked back up to the ceiling before forcing her body to sit up. If her back were able to make noises, the room would have been filled with the sound of creaking from how stiff her muscles felt and how heavy her bones suddenly were. "Good God."
She slid off of the twin bed that she was on as she gave herself a once over. There were a few marks on her arms from where she had been poked around, but other than that, she seemed to be okay. She would further inspect herself later on once she figured out what she had missed.
As Athena began to walk towards the door, one thing she had noticed was that she was barefoot. She had been placed in white pajamas which resembled the ones that one would typically see in the movies with the button down shirt and the slacked out pants. "Hm. I hope they don't expect me to live in these." As soon as she spoke, she saw something that she had not caught before. A white folder on the counter top by the door. Inside the folder was a letter addressed to her:
Dear Miss Wilson,
Good morning and hello! We hope you had a calm and smooth awakening. We know that this might be a bit disoriented, but do not panic, you are still in the vicinity that you checked in to. You are just in one of our dismissal rooms. You have been asleep for longer than we initially planned but everything is fine. Your room number is twelve; feel free to go and change and roam around, meet the others.
We look forward to sharing the results with you.
"The others?" She looked up from the letter as she placed it back on the counter, before opening the door. She was slow yet precise with her movements, her eyes wearily analyzing everything. Were the others like her? Would they understand?
Athena looked both ways before she made her way into the halls and went along with the flow. She remembered being shown around but couldn't quite remember through the hazy fog that clouded her head.
It had taken her a few minutes but she had found herself walking down a hall filled with doors that held numbers that labeled them. 'They must be the rooms,' she thought as she kept walking, the soft pitter patter of her bare feet hitting the floor lowly echoing through the hall. Not too far from the rooms she could hear noise. Someone was moving about in a room not too far, which had caused her to go towards it with her nerves on the edge. Her hair swayed back and forth as she got closer to the entrance of what began to look like a big kitchen and cafeteria area. Athena stayed by the edge of the entrance, holding onto it as her blue eyes scanned the area, stopping as she saw a young man moving about. She felt her blood freeze in her body as she wondered who he was, and if he was a part of the 'others' that the staff had written about. | Name: Athena Wilson
Age: 22 | December 15th, 1994
Gender: Female
Sexuality: She believes she is Asexual
Personality: Athena is short and curt with most people, giving hardly anyone the satisfaction of having a full conversation with her. Her brutal honesty and lack of patience is due to having led all her life on the run with her mother. She had to learn the hard way that she could never have any real friends, or be close to anyone, because as soon as she'd get comfortable, they'd have to leave. Though she does have a lack of people skills, Athena loves children and animals. To her, they're all that's good in the world and loves their sense of innocence. Her trust is not easily given, but can be earned. Once she sees that certain people can be trusted, she will relax slightly, but still her peoples skills are poor and hopes that those around her will be patient with her.
Appearance: Standing at 5'6" with a slim build yet she is not petite, her eyes are the nearly the same as her father's, probably the only thing she got from him; blue. Her hair is long, brunette, and wavy, falling to her waist. Typically, Athena will be dressed in anything black, her hair almost always up either in a slick ponytail or a sock bun. She dresses in a matter that if anything were to happen, she'd be ready for it.
Powers: Athena has the ability to make herself sound and look like the loved one of whomever is around her. How she is able to do it is unknown. The theory that her father had come up with (and was correct about) was that Athena's mind would involuntarily read the minds of those around her and would pick a cherished person to imitate. Most likely it was a form of self-defense. Although it wasn't much to go on, it's what she was raised believing. Even though her father would simply say she would 'bewitch' those around her. To this day, Adriano continues to do research on this ability. Aside from this, a sense of minor telepathy is how it could be labeled as. This is how she is able to make herself sound and look like someone else. This ability is hardly powerful and will never grow to be anything more than a mere way for her primary ability to work. It runs in the family through the maternal side.
Weaknesses and limitations: Athena's ability is strictly defensive. She is unable to harm anyone with it. Once she uses her ability, she can only use it on one person. For example, if she is being attacked by a group of people, only one person from the group will be able to actually see and hear their loved one, but everyone else can see and hear Athena as herself. This typically will make the person almost act hypnotized and want to defend their 'loved' one. As for her telepathy, she will never be able to fully use it or understand it. She's still mastering her ability, so it will sporadically happen. This was the main reason that her and her mother had to move so frequently and she was home schooled.
Abilities: Athena has a talent with working with knives and blades. In a fight, she will prefer her blades rather than a gun. She can speak fluent Spanish, Greek, and of course English. She can also understand sign language. Besides that, she can make a mean grilled cheese.
Other: She doesn't like vulgar language so she would prefer not to use it.
History: Athena can not remember most of her youth. All she remembers is that she had been living with her mom, constantly on the move and always in very secluded and isolated areas. Only once of twice had she ever lived in an actual city, and that was only for a short amount of time. She never understood why they couldn't just settle down in one spot so that she could make friends and be normal like the other kids her age.
It wasn't until she was 14 that she truly understood why. Her power was nothing to mess around with, and since she had no control over it, they had to take their extra precautions. Whenever she had the chance, she'd always ask her mom about her father. The response would always be, "He chose work", and she never understood that either until she was in her teens. In her eyes, her father did not know how to handle a daughter with abilities and saw her as an abomination. Juliette, her mother, never stopped her from having these thoughts. The worse Athena thought of the man and her sister, the better, so that Athena would never get the idea of going after him.
For many years, Athena hated Adriano and Maribeth, although her mother said that it was not Mari's fault. Either way, Athena thought that Adriano chose Maribeth over her because her younger sister was 'normal'. |
45,459 | 1,236 | 23 | 2,587 | 440 | Marcus Bradley Location: Bedroom // Vending Machine
Marcus wondered what the surveillance capabilities of this place were. Had they been watching him in the night? Did they see him make several trips back and fourth to the vending machine? Did they notice just how many snacks and drinks he brought back? Were they monitoring the channels on the TV he turned through? As an infomercial played, an enthusiastic man pitching the latest and greatest in vacuum packing devices, Marcus found himself smirking at the thought. If they had been paying attention they probably found him odd. For hours he'd played music and sat cross legged on the ground. Sometime after that, he found himself waking up facedown on the carpet, a bit dazed but hungry, so began the first of many trips to the vending machine. The small trashcan in Marcus' room was piled high and nearly overflowing with chip bags, cookie wrappers, and emptied Dr. Pepper bottles.
He had his hand on the doorknob, ready to venture out for another vending trip, when an alarm started going off. Jolting sharply, he stared at the door, then wondered if he had set off a sensor of some sort. Had he got too many snacks? Was there a limit? The intercom crackled and Marcus tensed up, prepared for the worst-- oh.
Oh, that was just the wake up alarm.
OH. That was the wake up alarm.
Slamming a hand heavily into his face, Marcus grunted as he listened to the announcement, then cursed his inability to sleep. Already it was morning, which meant it was too late to try and sleep again. Notably, it was the carpet which had given him the most rest although, that was probably due to the series of exercises he had done to tire himself out. What a shame this lack of sleep was, but he hoped it wouldn't impair him too badly. Hopefully. With a weary sigh, Marcus walked into the bathroom, then turned the hot water on to let it heat up for-- wait a second...
Blinking at the steam, Marcus moved his hand into the stream of water. How had it heated up so fast?! He was quite astounded-- this was nothing like his house at all. He didn't travel much so Marcus had too little experience with water that heated almost instantly. Marcus couldn't help but make a soft grunt of awe before he started undressing. Soon he took a shower, dried himself off, then stared at his dirty clothes...
Did he have to wear them again?
Squinting, Marcus stared at his dirty boxers, reached down for them, then gave them a sniff-- A few coughs escaped him. He firmly concluded that it was probably best to search the room for clothes. They had provided basically everything else so Marcus figured it was worth a shot. He walked over to a closed door, to what he assumed was the closet, then opened it. Once again Marcus found himself stunned. Within the closet were clothes that were... were they his? He then went to a nearby dresser, found more clothes that were his-- his socks-- his shoes-- wait... Picking up one of the heavy black boots, Marcus noticed how new and clean it was. These people were certainly trying hard to please, weren't they? All of these clothes looked like things he would wear, but Marcus quickly figured out they were all newly purchased. Shaking his head, Marcus devoted his time to getting dressed, easing the strangeness of the clothing situation out of his mind-- how had they known what he liked to wear?
Eventually Marcus emerged from his room clad in jeans, workbooks, and a white t-shirt. Yawning slightly, Marcus made his way down the hall and toward the cafeteria again, figuring he didn't have much time before testing began-- his shower had been a bit of a long one, after all. More garbage from the snack machine would have to do. | Name:
Marcus Todd Bradley
Age:
20 - May 9th 1997
Gender:
Male
Sexuality:
Asexual
Appearance:
\\5ft 8in - 140lbs\\
Marcus looks tired. Bags beneath his eyes could display the contents of a hardworking life-- lower-middle class and full of farming and fieldwork. A crown of dreadlocked hair rests upon his head, flowing down to his shoulder-blades, and usually held back only by sheer luck or the occasional hairband. Marcus has a lithe figure, unimpressive in height, that possess the work muscle for plowing. All of his facial features could be described as weak, rounded, a little feminine, and almost handsome. He walks about with his hands in his pockets and abysmal posture-- actually having developed a permeate curvature of the spine from constant slouching. His skin is the dark brown of freshly turned soil and bears scars around the elbows and knees from plenty of childhood roughhousing.
History:
Marcus was born and raised in Corinth-- a farming town no one could find on a map. He is the oldest of four children. All his life, he has worked the fields at his mother's side, focused on learning everything he possibly could from her. Marcus took it to heart when, one day, a farm down the road burned down, killing the one person responsible for maintaining the field, and leaving the family without any way to recover income. Marcus has sought to learn the trade and to educate his siblings in that regard as well.
He's lived an uneventful life-- home schooled with early starts to his days and late nights. His mothers raised him as well as they could, though they often struggled to make ends meet. As soon as he was able, Marcus took a job at a local grocery store and did as much as he could to bring in funds to the household. Everything was going well up until Marcus became ill. Soon after, they came from him, explaining that he needed to go with them to live in the facility. Though his parents told him not to worry about their situation, Marcus still couldn't help but feel deep guilt at being removed from his household but, then again, they said it was for the best, right?
Power:
Tough Skin - His skin is resistant to cuts, scratches, and puncture wounds-- though they can still harm him with enough force.
Additional Information:
Thick Accent - The deep southern drawl is real, y'all.
Dark Aversion - Without a flashlight, Marcus finds darkness and night deeply unsettling.
Age: 29
Ht: 5ft 4in
Build: Lithe - Athletic
Nationality: French-Nigerian
Personality Keywords: Impatient - Calm - Arrogant - Empathetic
Power: Force-field projection |
45,460 | 1,236 | 24 | 1,237 | 509 | Location: Room -> Cafeteria/Kitchen
Eliza woke up annoyed to the sound of the alarm. As she would have guessed, 8:00 was a bit tad early for her taste. Nevertheless, she sprung off the bed and took another good look around the room. It was when she spotted a closet did curiosity get the best of her. She walks to the door expecting to see hospital gowns or prisoner outfits when opened. To her surprise, were clothing that was almost to her taste. Everything was off-season of course, she didn't expect the biohazard people to be up to date on the latest fashion trends. Eliza was confused on how they figured out the type of clothing she likes. Were they watching them live their daily lives? Or perhaps they already contacted love ones for the information? Whatever the reality was, Eliza was relieved she wasn't going to be stuck wearing the same outfit every day.
After spending a few minutes getting ready and contempt with her outfit, which was a nice simple dark purple/black floral romper, Eliza made her way to the cafeteria. On her way there she spotted the person who sat alone last night head to the vending machines. They were going to be doing activities, the last thing that was needed was junk food. She shrugged it off and continued to the cafeteria. That was when she sees the new face that the intercom lady was talking about. The new girl was standing at the entrance, seeming to only be peering in.
Eliza quietly walks up behind the girl to see what she was looking at. Alas, it was the Arthur gentleman, from the UK. He appeared to be already cooking, which reminded Eliza that they had to prep their own meals from here on out. Eliza wasn't much of a cook, but the man looked as if he knew what he was doing. Trying best not to startle her but also alert her that Eliza was right behind her, she puts a hand on the shoulder of the girl.
"Hey new girl I'm starving, let's not gawk here any longer and see if he needs any help." Eliza yawns and lets go of the girl's shoulder, making her way towards the kitchen.
"I can't cook, but I guess I can start setting a table for everyone." Eliza gives Arthur a smile and starts searching the place for plates, utensils, and cups.
---- | ELIZA NYKO
Face Claim:
Age: 22 (Dec. 15 1994)
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Height:5’7
Weight:130lb
History:
Born to a powerful family in upstate New York, Eliza had wealth, luxury, and status. She was privileged with the best education money can buy. Yet despite all of that she didn’t have power. Her older sister, Elaina, was the rightful heir to the family wealth and power. Power that controlled and influenced half of New York. It was safe to say Eliza was envious of her sister. She would then spend most of her life trying to prove her worth, proving she can be better than her sister. It ended up creating a rift between the two sisters, and causing both to become extremely vain. And through all the backstabbing, the one-upping, the ass-kissing, it seemed as if Eliza was winning the favor of their father. But before any decision was made, a car accident claimed the life of Mr. Nyko, leaving everything, all the wealth and power to Elaina and Eliza’s dream of control was shattered.
Heartbroken and defeated, Eliza wanted nothing to do with New York. Something that Elaina was happy to arrange. With that Eliza was sent to the other side of the country, but Eliza lived more lavishly in California, in a desperate effort to drown out the humiliation that followed her from NY.
Power:
Possession: Ability to take control and talk through a non-living/inanimate object. She must touch the object in order to “possess it”, her conscience then moves from her body to the object allowing her to control and move the object on her own. Since she has almost no control of this power, there are times where she accidentally/unwillingly possesses an object. She hasn’t figured out a solid way to willingly go back in her body but at the moment the only way back to her body is if someone breaks the object. (So if you see a talking pencil rolling down the hallway don’t question it and snap it.)
Other:
Never worked a day in her life other than networking connections at parties.
For some reason pencils always trigger her power and so Eliza avoids them like the plague.
Doesn’t favor commitment since all her relationships up to now ended badly.
Trainer's Appearance:
Theme: |
45,461 | 1,236 | 25 | 149 | 13 | Rachel Jones
Location: Bedroom-->Vending Machine
Interacting With:
A man wearing a surgical mask stood above Rachel, her heart was thudding in her ears as he brought the obnoxiously huge needle closer to her restrained arm. The more you struggle, the more painful this will be for you. So I reccomend you calm down. The man had an accent though Rachel couldn't put her mind to recognizing its origin. Beads of sweat that had gathered on her forehead began trickling down the sides of her face. Panic soared through her body as she fought against the metal restraints which only resulted in bruising and rubbing her skin. Please, Rachel begged with a sob, Please stop! You can't do this to me! I'm a human being, you can't do this! I'll scream! The man in the mask nodded to two other men in biohazard suits who immediately were at Rachel's side. Somehow she was filled with more panic as they forcefully held her writhing body down. One suited man's gloved hand covered her mouth. A loud buzzer type ringing filled Rachel's ears as more words came from behind the mask, Ah but darling if you screamed there'd be no one to hear you. Though she couldn't see his mouth, Rachel was positive behind the mask he wore a sinister grin. A piercing scream escaped her lungs as the the man brought down the syringe.
Rachel bolted upright in her bed still screaming. Just as suddenly she clasped her own hands over her mouth to silence herself. Her body was drenched in sweat causing the starchy sheets to stick uncomfortably to her legs. It was just a dream, you're okay. It was only a dream. Rachel spoke trying to calm her racing heart. Just as the thudding began to die down she realized that the buzzer noise from her dream was real. The alarm on the bedside clock was going off, announcing that it was 8am and time to get up. Rachel somehow mananged to silence the annoying alarm as the intercom came to life giving instructions and bringing Rachel back to reality. Taking a deep breath and sighing deeply, Rachel shakily made her way out of bed and to the bathroom to shower and get ready.
She was pleasantly surprised to find that they had all of her daily products available in the bathroom. After showering she quickly tied the towel around her body while she dried her hair and put on traces of natural looking makeup. No amount of concealer could fully hide the bags under her huge blue-green eyes. Satisfied with her appearance Rachel headed back out to look for clothes, they couldn't be expected to keep living in the same clothing...right? Opening the dresser she gasped as she was greeted by clothing in her style, and all of it new by the looks of it. Rachel internally scolded herself for her extreme dreams. Look at this place, with everything that they had provided for their guests, how could they want to hurt them?
Rachel decided on a cute and bouncy boho patterned dress that fit just perfectly on her frame along with a pair of strapy sandals. Dressed and presentable Rachel left her room to try to find something to eat before she ran out of time. Down the hall she could smell something coming from the kitchens, but a protest from her stomach indicated that she wouldn't be able to hold down a full meal. Still, hunger was present.
Down the hall a bit Rachel's eyes fell on a vending machine, with the loner boy from last night lurking nearby it. Might as well start to try to make friends, Rachel thought to herself as she began walking down the hall to the vending machine and the boy. As she approached, Rachel didn't look at the boy, instead she propped her forearm up against the glass as she closely examined the machine's contents. Anything good in there? Rachel asked the stranger, hoping to spark up a conversation and to distract herself from the lurking remenants of the dream that still played through her mind. | Name: Rachel Jones
Height: 5'8" Hair: Blonde with a slight curl, about belly button length.
Eyes: A combonation of blue/green. Other: Rachel is slim, with a slightly althetic build.
Age: 20 Born on December 23
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
History:
Rachel never knew much about her family. Her father vanished without a trace as soon as he found out that her mother was pregnant. When she was barely even 6 months old, Rachel's mother died of breast cancer. After her mother's death,, it was made clear that no one else in the family wanted to take responsibility for the baby so she immediately was sent into the world of foster care. Rachel was never adopted, but at 18 she left foster care to make it out on her own. With no one to help support her, Rachel had almost zero money so a higher education was never going to be an option. She began working 3 different jobs, and soon enough had the means to rent out a tiny apartment. Her entire life so far was just trying to get ahead of debt and just make ends meet.
Through her entire life, Rachel always seemed to be a resipient of other's pity. When you're an orphan I guess that just tends to happen. But she wasn't really sad, in her mind she had never really known her parents or family and there just wasn't enough time for self-pity. That was until she became sick with no idea what the cause was. Rachel didn't get sick, that was the weird part about it. She never had to take a sick day off of work in her life until now. Working three jobs was the only way that Rachel could support herself, there just wasn't time for her to be sick.
Power:
Healing - Though to start it is very weak and she can only heal small scratches and bruises on herself which basically goes unnoticed. Her body also fights off/minimizes sickness like the common cold.
As time goes on (we aren't at this point at all yet) and her powers become stronger, the healing comes with a cost. On her own body, healing requires a lot of energy. It can leave her feeling pretty drained, even more drained for more serious healing.
Eventually she can help heal other people which is even more costly to her own self. The injury/sickness that she attempts to heal transfers over onto her own body. However, she feels a more extreme version of the pain or sickness she is healing from the other person. Her body then heals itself. This causes crippling exhaustion for Rachel and, depending on the sickness/injury, though the other person will be mostly completely healed, she could potentially not even have the strength to heal herself.
Other:
-Rachel has a very self-sacrificing personality, she will do almost anything if it meant someone else would be happier for it.
-Loves food |
45,462 | 1,236 | 26 | 994 | 197 | Bailey Collins
Location
Room 11 - Cafeteria
Interacting with
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BLEEEEEE
"Wha-"
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Bailey sleepily thrust his arm out from beneath the covers and blindly smacked at the nightstand, seeking to silence the irritating alarm but managed to knock off his glasses to the floor instead. 'Shit.' he moaned internally before sitting up. The room around him swam as his eyes began to adjust. Confusion and sleep pulled at his senses. Nothing around him made sense, this wasn't his room. Using the palms of his hand he wiped away the the last tendrils of sleep in his eyes as memories flooded back. 'Oh.' Now everything made sense again, more or less.
He didn't want to get up, Bailey wanted to crawl back under the covers and surrender himself to the bliss of dreaming. Instead he was given another announcement, done in the same metallic drone as the night before. Frowning he slid out of the bed, careful to not step on his glasses. "Should I make the bed?" he questioned out loud before shrugging than worry off. Surely if they minded they'd let him know. For now he had more important things to worry about like breakfast.
Spying a open door in his room, Bailey found his bathroom and rushed through his morning ritual. He left his clothes in a like as he stepped into the shower, scrubbing away whatever tiredness that still lingered in his limbs.
"Clothes?" he kicked at his worn ones before looking around. Surely they didn't expect them to wear the same things over and over. What if they had them wear uniforms? His mind wandered as he opened up the closet to find a fully stocked wardrobe similar to the fashion he and come in. "Huh." it shouldn't of surprised him but still he was set a little on edge.
His stomach growled as it urged him to hurry and Bailey once more pushed down his uneasiness and changed into fresh clothes. "Man, I bet they don't allow smoking down here." He complained, his mood now set on irritation. Bailey liked to think of himself as a social smoker but in truth he had been steadily upping the amount of cigarettes he had each day and right now his body hummed with the need for nicotine. Slamming the closet door shut he sulked over to the bed, managing to bump into foot rest along the way. "Fuck me." Bailey growled before snatching the glasses off the floor.
Hurriedly he slammed the door to his room behind him and marched down to the cafeteria. "Great." he complained out loud as a few others came into sight. His bad mood poured out from him as he pushed past everyone and went to raid the kitchen- largely ignoring the rest of them as he started a pot of coffee. If he couldn't have nicotine, he was going to flood his body with caffeine. In the meantime he started poking around the fridge. Bailey shoved an apple onto his mouth as he grabbed some coffee cream. Kicking the door shut he set about making his first cup, visibly relaxing as the scent of coffee flooded the kitchen.
It was only after his first sip that he realized he had rudely pushed himself around the others. Blinking he looked around and muttered, "Sorry, nicotine withdraw." Bailey apologized sheepishly before taking another bite of his apple. 'Wait.' his mind clicked. Something was different, well someone was different. He vaguely remembered the mention of a new person over the intercom. Bailey looked her over once before heading out to sit down at the tables. 'Cute.' He noted. | Name: Bailey Collins
Age: 24 Years Old
DOB: September 9, 1993
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Theme
History
Welcome to lower class suburban hell, where to the outside world everything looks peaches and cream but in reality- you're drowning in stasis and college debt. Bailey was nothing more than your average American boy with bright dreams and who wanted to believe that he had the right to shape and mold the young minds of the masses. What he didn't realize at the time was that not only did his dream career pay out very little but it often came with little to no gratitude. Not that he minded at the moment but he couldn't help but to feel a little bitter as he stumbled through his first shot of student teaching. The kids didn't care, that was a fact he as forced to come to terms with almost immediately and those who did care lacked the courage to put the class clowns in their places. Alas, this was his passion. Bailey had dreamed of being a teacher for as long as he could remember. Well, a professor but everyone had to start somewhere. For him it was at the NUI, a decent little college located a town over from his home. This allowed Bailey to cut the cost of dorm life and stay at home while working on his studies.
Of course, university was not cheap. Despite applying to numerous scholarships at the end of it all he was left with a hefty sum. Several student loans later and one soul sucking job in customer service, Bailey had finally made it- well, at least to the unpaid world of student teacher. Where he awkwardly scribbled down notes while fending off invasive questions from the high schoolers. Overall; he had to admit he was still excited about each day and those naive dreams he started out with still burned somewhere in his depths.
Power
Bailey's power is induced paralysis. Through the power of his touch, Bailey is able to momentarily render the muscle and nerves in a state of paralysis, which applied to a major muscle such as the heart can prove to be fatal. Otherwise it can leave the victim subject to the loss of movement, speech and even feeling.
Other
Bailey is legally blind in his right eye due to a fire cracker incident when he was six. He has some vision without his glasses but mostly just vague shapes and some color. His left eye has near perfect vision but his depth perception is shot which leaves him to bumping into things or dropping objects he simply meant to put down. |
45,463 | 1,236 | 27 | 1,142 | 1,143 | Arthur Seymour
Arthur had barely begun preparing food when he noticed others starting to arrive. A couple of them went to the vending machines, apparently foregoing a cooked or more substantial breakfast, while a woman he didn't recognise from the day before was standing near the corner, with no apparent motivation to approach closer. His first instinct was to wave to her and call her over but he thought better of it, considering how anxious most people would feel in their situation. He himself, after all, was heavily suppressing his own feelings of fear by being active and making observations on their surroundings on the facility; as if it would help should the facility managers proved to be less than trustworthy.
Another woman, the one he remembered identifying herself as Eliza the previous day, was the first to actually enter the kitchen proper with a declarative statement regarding her cooking skills but an offer to aid in setting up. This gave Arthur an idea and he stopped what he was doing, hurrying back to the fridge and unloading a lot more of the food stuffs from before and returning to his preparatory area.
"That'd be helpful, thank you. I'll make a large batch then - it's good to start the day with a proper breakfast. At least, that's what we do in Britain." He smiled back at Eliza and hurried his actions, shoving bacon and sausages under the grill in bulk and slicing the rest of the food at speed. While not a great chef he had lived alone ever since he turned eighteen and had gotten used to making food for himself as well as hosting dinner parties for friends and colleagues.
Bailey busted into the kitchen with a dark look on his face, heading straight for the fridge and ignoring everyone else, grabbing an apple and making himself a coffee before his expression relaxed a little. He apologised for his actions, explaining his withdrawal symptoms, Arthur raising an eyebrow in question but saying nothing, turning his focus back to chopping so that he didn't cut himself by not looking.
"I think I saw some dishes in that cupboard. Not that one, the one to your left. That's it. Can you pop them in the oven to heat up a little?" He was directing with nods of his head, hands busy loading up saucepans with mushrooms, beans, bread and oil and plum tomatoes while intermittently turning the food over as they began to fry. Turning away for a second he grabbed a manual cafetiere and filled it with some ground coffee and boiling water, returning to tend to the food, and then filling a pot of tea up as well.
He was in his element, rushing about and occasionally requesting assistance from anyone nearby to fetch things, as if preparing a breakfast for multiple party goers who had crashed at his house the night before and were still recovering. Soon the food was ready and he began to divvy it up into various warm serving dishes and ferrying them out to the cafeteria before taking his own seat and rubbing his hands.
"Food for anyone who wants it, I feel like we've got a day ahead of us and it's good to be prepped." | Arthur Seymour
Height: 5' 9"
Age: 25 (born 11 October, 1992)
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
History: Born and raised in England to a Welsh mother and an English father, Arthur grew up with a split nationality which could only be properly described as 'British'. At home equally in any part of Great Britain, although his parents reside in the richer counties of the south, he has moved around several parts for education and work before settling in the southern, and affluent, city of Bath.
At a young age he refused the opportunity to attend a prestigious selective (grammar) school in the next town over, despite passing the exam he was almost forced to do by his primary school, on the grounds that he disagreed with the elitism of the whole affair. His parents were both politically active and proudly called themselves social activists, despite their careers being traditionally the reserve of the very conservative and right-leaning upper classes.
He went to the University of Cambridge on a scholarship, his parents rich enough to pay his tuition in full so that he wasn't saddled with debt, and left with a First Class Honours in history before joining the department of History in the small, rural Welsh coastal town of Aberystwyth as a research lecturer. He teaches primary school (7-11) children two days week and the rest he spends giving lecturers to undergraduates at the university or following up on his own research projects.
Conscious of the contact he has with students, children and other at risk groups, he immediately checked in with a doctor about the illness he had been experiencing to seek advice on how to best avoid spreading it if his ailment was infectious. A day later and the people in bio-hazard suits appeared informing him that he was to be taken to a secure facility because his illness was more than it seemed.
Power: Hydrokinesis - the ability to shape or control water. While not a particularly original ability, it suits Arthur well due to its reliability and flexibility in almost all circumstances. At the lowest level he can move small bodies of water (like a cup of water) but will be able to steadily increase the volume of water he can control as well as the precision to which he can control it, shape it and even change its state. |
45,464 | 1,236 | 28 | 536 | 192 | Caebyn -Bynie- DanversEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Bynies conscious stirred.
"Nu. Fif mer min", she drooled onto her pillow. Thrashing her arm around she managed to turn the alarm off. With a snore she comfortably slipped back into sleep. The buzz of the intercom and the purr of the voice had her bolting upright in bed. She was not home. Yet she could not coax her eyes to stay open. She sat there, with her head tilted back, eyes closed, and mouth hanging open for God knows how long. Then a thought filled her mind, and it wouldn't go away no matter how many times she tried to dismiss it.
Coffee
No. I can't. Too tired.
Coooooffffffeeeeeee
Shuddup
She rolled out of bed and pulled herself into a semi upright position. Not even bothering to smooth out her ruffly dress that she never changed out of she cracked open her eyes wide enough to see the door and shuffled out. Following the delicious aroma she slowly made her way to the kitchen. Oh thank the caffeine gods there was already creamer, she grabbed a mug and poured a heaping cup of deliciousness and made her way to a chair. Chugging half the contents she sighed contently and laid her head on the table. Waiting for the magical bean juice to give her life.
I think it was safe to say that mornings were not her thing. | Caebyn ( Bynie) Danvers
"If you don't have something nice to say, then say something witty and sarcastic"
Age: 23; Febuary 14th 1994
Gender:Female
Sexuality:Bisexual
Appearance:Bynie is either all our nothing when it comes to her clothes, she's either wearing a cute ruffled dress or sweats.She has a weakness for cute things and cusses like a sailor, especially when she gets mad or excited. She's not initially very tall only standing at 5'3. She has never been in a serious relationship due to the 'flighty'ness instilled in her as a kid. She has a broad sense of humor and often cracks jokes soley for her own amusement
History:Bynie's parents separated when she was ten, but it wasn't a huge deal. She learned to live two separate lives based on whose house she was stuck at. The biggest issue was that they lived on opposite costs so her parents would swap every school year, one at her dad's, one at her mom's this caused her to not have very many close friendships.
She lived a pretty average , happy life until her dad remarried, the woman was closer to her age than his (but then again what can you expect from southern Cali) . For some reason the woman hated her, causing arguments between her and her dad over made up situations, this continues to this day. Bynie had been at her dad's visiting when the step-monster walked in on her vomiting. Running to her father about her being bulimic it took Bynie hours to convince her dad that she just wasn't feeling well, that it must be altitude sickness or something. By the next day the Bitch had convinced her dad she was pregnant. Peeing on a stick wasn't enough to discredit the accusations so just for the sake of making her step mother look stupid she went and got a blood test done to prove that she was not, in fact, pregnant. She just had a bug. Or so she thought until the suits came and picked her up the next day.
Power:Self- Mass Manipulation; she is able to shrink or grow herself |
45,465 | 1,236 | 29 | 2,692 | 854 | Athena Wilson | Kitchen
Mentions:
It must have been morning, since more people were beginning to appear. As the sun rose, the building came to life and it made Athena feel somewhat uncomfortable. She wished that she could have at least gotten some time to become acclimated to the vicinity before being introduced to so many people all at once. She knew that the others wouldn't be able to tell what she was feeling, for she never truly showed her emotions easily. Instead of making any kind of movement, Athena kept watching everyone as they appeared, only then moving when she was startled by a hand that was placed on her shoulder. "Oh..." Her voice came out in a higher octave than usual as she turned quickly to see who had touched her. An unhappy look found its way on her face as she pulled away quickly from the girl's touch. She seemed to be more friendly than anyone that she had ever met, which took her Athena by surprise.
Following her startle, Athena found herself being slightly pushed out of the way by a young man who looked like he could kill anyone who spoke to him. Athena's eyebrow arched as she tried to fathom who the young man thought he was. She quickly turned his way and watched him rummage through the kitchen, trying to find something to probably ease his morning.
"Excuse you."
After being quiet for so long, Athena had spoken up with an icy cold tone in her voice. Her words were dripping with sarcasm as she began to walk in, keeping her eyes locked on the nicotine guy. She watched him clearly look her up and down which filled her with a rage that she knew so well. "Take a picture, it'll last longer." As she spoke, her accent came out, causing her to become a bit self conscious and she could feel a bit of nausea coming on. It typically only happened when her disorder kicked in.
Her eyes traveled back over to the young man who was now moving about the kitchen with surprising grace and speed. The starving female that had touched her shoulder was now moving about too, grabbing what would be needed to serve the food and setting things up.
'Do they know each other already? Are they all.. friends?'
The thought of everyone already knowing each other made Athena feel a weird emotion. It felt as if she was homesick, but she should have not felt anything since she never needed anyone. Regardless, she kept walking over to where the graceful cooking man was and she looked around at what he was making, with curious eyes.
While everything did look good, the scent of the food found it's way into Athena and made her stomach protest. She was never a heavy eater in the morning. Food had always been a passion but to eat so early, and after she had just woken up from an unknown amount of hours, it just wasn't happening. Instead, Athena found herself opting for some coffee like the creep who had just checked her out. She looked up at the graceful cooking man and offered him a small smile, something that was often not found gracing her face, before walking over to the pot of coffee.
"Now, Miss Wilson, after having undergone these studies, you will be eventually joining others. Just not as soon as you might think. What you sign today and hear after today, should be kept confidential. We trust that you will agree with these terms; after all, we are helping you."
Her flashback was quick and brief, but it reminded her to remember what her agreed upon terms were so that she wouldn't slip up around these strangers.
Athena slowly poured her coffee in a mug that she had found, she looked up and kept studying the faces of those around the area before finishing up and heading over to where sir nicotine had gone and sat. With a small pep in her step, she turned on her heel and sat in front of him, her icy blue eyes starting deep into his. "I'm here if you'd like to either push me or look at me more." It was clear that she was being an asshole to him, but she needed to make sure that he got the message that just because he was under some withdrawal, it didn't give him the right to be a jerk. After some silence, Athena smirked, asking for his name, before taking a sip of her coffee. | Name: Athena Wilson
Age: 22 | December 15th, 1994
Gender: Female
Sexuality: She believes she is Asexual
Personality: Athena is short and curt with most people, giving hardly anyone the satisfaction of having a full conversation with her. Her brutal honesty and lack of patience is due to having led all her life on the run with her mother. She had to learn the hard way that she could never have any real friends, or be close to anyone, because as soon as she'd get comfortable, they'd have to leave. Though she does have a lack of people skills, Athena loves children and animals. To her, they're all that's good in the world and loves their sense of innocence. Her trust is not easily given, but can be earned. Once she sees that certain people can be trusted, she will relax slightly, but still her peoples skills are poor and hopes that those around her will be patient with her.
Appearance: Standing at 5'6" with a slim build yet she is not petite, her eyes are the nearly the same as her father's, probably the only thing she got from him; blue. Her hair is long, brunette, and wavy, falling to her waist. Typically, Athena will be dressed in anything black, her hair almost always up either in a slick ponytail or a sock bun. She dresses in a matter that if anything were to happen, she'd be ready for it.
Powers: Athena has the ability to make herself sound and look like the loved one of whomever is around her. How she is able to do it is unknown. The theory that her father had come up with (and was correct about) was that Athena's mind would involuntarily read the minds of those around her and would pick a cherished person to imitate. Most likely it was a form of self-defense. Although it wasn't much to go on, it's what she was raised believing. Even though her father would simply say she would 'bewitch' those around her. To this day, Adriano continues to do research on this ability. Aside from this, a sense of minor telepathy is how it could be labeled as. This is how she is able to make herself sound and look like someone else. This ability is hardly powerful and will never grow to be anything more than a mere way for her primary ability to work. It runs in the family through the maternal side.
Weaknesses and limitations: Athena's ability is strictly defensive. She is unable to harm anyone with it. Once she uses her ability, she can only use it on one person. For example, if she is being attacked by a group of people, only one person from the group will be able to actually see and hear their loved one, but everyone else can see and hear Athena as herself. This typically will make the person almost act hypnotized and want to defend their 'loved' one. As for her telepathy, she will never be able to fully use it or understand it. She's still mastering her ability, so it will sporadically happen. This was the main reason that her and her mother had to move so frequently and she was home schooled.
Abilities: Athena has a talent with working with knives and blades. In a fight, she will prefer her blades rather than a gun. She can speak fluent Spanish, Greek, and of course English. She can also understand sign language. Besides that, she can make a mean grilled cheese.
Other: She doesn't like vulgar language so she would prefer not to use it.
History: Athena can not remember most of her youth. All she remembers is that she had been living with her mom, constantly on the move and always in very secluded and isolated areas. Only once of twice had she ever lived in an actual city, and that was only for a short amount of time. She never understood why they couldn't just settle down in one spot so that she could make friends and be normal like the other kids her age.
It wasn't until she was 14 that she truly understood why. Her power was nothing to mess around with, and since she had no control over it, they had to take their extra precautions. Whenever she had the chance, she'd always ask her mom about her father. The response would always be, "He chose work", and she never understood that either until she was in her teens. In her eyes, her father did not know how to handle a daughter with abilities and saw her as an abomination. Juliette, her mother, never stopped her from having these thoughts. The worse Athena thought of the man and her sister, the better, so that Athena would never get the idea of going after him.
For many years, Athena hated Adriano and Maribeth, although her mother said that it was not Mari's fault. Either way, Athena thought that Adriano chose Maribeth over her because her younger sister was 'normal'. |
45,466 | 1,236 | 30 | 2,587 | 440 | Marcus Bradley Location: Bedroom // Vending Machine - Interaction:
"Anything good in here?"
Marcus was wholly intent on ignoring the presence of the other person until they asked that. Rather mechanically, he turned his head toward her and stared-- looked to the vending machine-- looked back to her-- squinted heavily. What kind of dumb question was that? See, Marcus hadn't met many blind people in his life, but he had this one aut with glaucoma that had trouble seeing things. Now, this Aunt wore super thick glasses to compensate for her bad vision and Marcus didn't see this person wearing glasses of any sort, so she couldn't have been blind. How was he supposed to know if anything in the machine would qualify as 'good' for her or not? How the hell-- Marcus frowned heavily then shrugged. For good measure, he rolled his eyes at her, then moved toward the machine's number pad, despite her apparent need to press her face nearly into the glass. He wanted to tell her to figure it out herself but, well, that would have prolonged the interaction between them.
He certainly didn't tell her to move out of the way, but his rather bullheaded desire to start ordering snacks implied it quite a lot. Punching a few numbers on the machine, Marcus ordered a small feast from the vending machine-- cheese-its, sour cream and onion potato chips, Twizzlers, and a packet of chips ahoy cookies. The haste with which he selected the items was fueled by his need to, you know, not be around whoever this was anymore. Inwardly he scolded himself for his grumpiness, but also blamed his lack of proper sleep for it. Then again, perhaps being grumpy was the key to killing off any further interaction with him-- hopefully forever. Marcus picked up the last of his snacks, then stared toward the bedrooms. Now that he knew he had access to a private area, why would he stay out here with the others? Then again... he stood there long enough to witness the food being prepared and felt a little-- nope. He shook his head at it, then turned to take a seat near where he'd sat the night before.
Marcus then admitted he was out of sorts-- staring about, not actually moving, it was probably weird to watch. | Name:
Marcus Todd Bradley
Age:
20 - May 9th 1997
Gender:
Male
Sexuality:
Asexual
Appearance:
\\5ft 8in - 140lbs\\
Marcus looks tired. Bags beneath his eyes could display the contents of a hardworking life-- lower-middle class and full of farming and fieldwork. A crown of dreadlocked hair rests upon his head, flowing down to his shoulder-blades, and usually held back only by sheer luck or the occasional hairband. Marcus has a lithe figure, unimpressive in height, that possess the work muscle for plowing. All of his facial features could be described as weak, rounded, a little feminine, and almost handsome. He walks about with his hands in his pockets and abysmal posture-- actually having developed a permeate curvature of the spine from constant slouching. His skin is the dark brown of freshly turned soil and bears scars around the elbows and knees from plenty of childhood roughhousing.
History:
Marcus was born and raised in Corinth-- a farming town no one could find on a map. He is the oldest of four children. All his life, he has worked the fields at his mother's side, focused on learning everything he possibly could from her. Marcus took it to heart when, one day, a farm down the road burned down, killing the one person responsible for maintaining the field, and leaving the family without any way to recover income. Marcus has sought to learn the trade and to educate his siblings in that regard as well.
He's lived an uneventful life-- home schooled with early starts to his days and late nights. His mothers raised him as well as they could, though they often struggled to make ends meet. As soon as he was able, Marcus took a job at a local grocery store and did as much as he could to bring in funds to the household. Everything was going well up until Marcus became ill. Soon after, they came from him, explaining that he needed to go with them to live in the facility. Though his parents told him not to worry about their situation, Marcus still couldn't help but feel deep guilt at being removed from his household but, then again, they said it was for the best, right?
Power:
Tough Skin - His skin is resistant to cuts, scratches, and puncture wounds-- though they can still harm him with enough force.
Additional Information:
Thick Accent - The deep southern drawl is real, y'all.
Dark Aversion - Without a flashlight, Marcus finds darkness and night deeply unsettling.
Age: 29
Ht: 5ft 4in
Build: Lithe - Athletic
Nationality: French-Nigerian
Personality Keywords: Impatient - Calm - Arrogant - Empathetic
Power: Force-field projection |
45,467 | 1,236 | 31 | 1,833 | 2,419 | Sienna Morris
Current Location: Bedrooms -> Cafeteria
Awake long before the alarm had rung, Sienna mindlessly flipped through the streaming channels while sipping some warm tea that she had brewed upon waking up a few hours ago. Military service had conditioned the pilot to be an early riser, and Sienna felt it would have been bad conduct to continue to sleep. It was long before something could become a bad habit, and if the scientists intended on releasing them after the illness was no longer harmless, Sienna hadn't the need to be reprimanded by her superiors for becoming a lazy slouch. Cleaning the latrine with a toothbrush or some other form of punishment was hardly appealing to Sienna, and her life would turn to hell by letting the facility get the best of her.
The alarm had finally decided to ring once Sienna was in the middle of watching a tank joust between a M4 Sherman and a Tiger I. War movies were a favorite genre of Sienna's, mainly because of the thrill of explosions and gun fire, but as a serving member of the armed forces, she enjoyed hearing regaled tales of heroics and courage from veterans and active duty soldiers. Pausing her place in the middle of the movie, Sienna reached for her leather jacket resting on a chair, and proceeded to walk to the cafeteria as she pulled it over her body. The hallway itself was eerily silent, as if the rest of the patients were still sleeping or already awake and down in the cafeteria, but whatever the case was, home-cooked smells seeped from the cafeteria kitchens.
Looking around as Sienna stepped through the cafeteria doors, she noticed that the group from last night were already prowling the kitchen and vending machines. The silent man and Rachel were toying with the vending machines, while everyone else were prepping a meal and drinking coffee and tea. "Good morning, everyone." Sienna said with a wave to those she had met the night before. However, by then, she had noticed an unfamiliar woman within the ranks. She had an asshole atmosphere lingering around herself, clear from her choice of words and an obvious smirk hidden behind a mug of coffee. From experience, Sienna knew people like her didn't last long with others, but regardless, she still approached the newcomer. Dealing with the illness was one thing, but Sienna didn't wish to deal with annoying little brat prattling her every movement. "First Lieute- Just call me Sienna. Who might you be?" Sienna asked, extending a hand as a greeting as she made a mental note to stop introducing herself with her military credentials. | Player - Character - Room Number
Current:
Poi - Sienna Morris - 17
HecateProxy - Bailey Collins - 11
Jinxer - Arthur Seymour - 15
KimmiNinja - Eliza Nyko - 8
Utrax - Marcus Bradley - 4
CyanideSweetie - Caebyn Danvers - 13
Wolverbells - Athena Wilson - 12
SheriffLlama - Cassius Williams - 10
GhastlyInc - Eli O'Dell - 2
Dropped:
AnnieTimeNow - Rachel Jones - 20
Ornatur - Thomas Falch - 16
Link to House of Powers Discord
Facility
Bedrooms are numbered odds on the left and evens on the right as you face the hallway from the cafeteria, one and two the closest rooms. |
45,468 | 1,236 | 32 | 1,237 | 509 | Location: Kitchen
Eliza busied herself hopping around the kitchen helping with the plates that she didn't even notice another person bustling and pushing around in the kitchen. The smell of food being prepared had her feel regret for skipping out on dinner last night. Some of the others started to make their way into the kitchens as well and gathered at the tables. Few downing caffeine like there was no tomorrow. Eliza mentally stuck her tongue out at the scent of coffee, she was more of a tea person. Though she did understand the need for the kick that caffeine offered, she'd rather suffer from exhaustion than to experience the bitter taste of coffee.
"Morning there." Eliza responded back to the woman who had just walked in and greeted everyone. Eliza watched for a moment as the woman made her way to the table to started engaging in introductions with the new face.
As Arthur was finishing up the food, Eliza finished heating up the plates as instructed and the pair was ready to bring it out to the others. As Eliza helped Arthur set down the rest of the plates and grab herself a seat, she finally takes a detailed notice of the new face from earlier. The way that the girl talked towards the man that was in a rush to get coffee, and the way she postured herself behind a smirk and a cup, it rubbed Eliza the wrong way. It reminded her of how she acted back in New York when she was competing against her sister. And the kind of vibe that this girl was throwing around annoyed Eliza in a way that it might influence her to act the same. They were just starting out, but Eliza planned on acting polite and patient as possible in order to hide the fact that she came from a life where acting like a brat was a contest.
Eliza stopped and turned away from her when she caught herself accidentally glaring at the girl. Her focus turned to the food as she thanked Arthur for his hard work and started to eat. The food wasn't the best she's ever had, especially when it was 5-star chefs cooking for her, but it was good enough.
--- | ELIZA NYKO
Face Claim:
Age: 22 (Dec. 15 1994)
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Height:5’7
Weight:130lb
History:
Born to a powerful family in upstate New York, Eliza had wealth, luxury, and status. She was privileged with the best education money can buy. Yet despite all of that she didn’t have power. Her older sister, Elaina, was the rightful heir to the family wealth and power. Power that controlled and influenced half of New York. It was safe to say Eliza was envious of her sister. She would then spend most of her life trying to prove her worth, proving she can be better than her sister. It ended up creating a rift between the two sisters, and causing both to become extremely vain. And through all the backstabbing, the one-upping, the ass-kissing, it seemed as if Eliza was winning the favor of their father. But before any decision was made, a car accident claimed the life of Mr. Nyko, leaving everything, all the wealth and power to Elaina and Eliza’s dream of control was shattered.
Heartbroken and defeated, Eliza wanted nothing to do with New York. Something that Elaina was happy to arrange. With that Eliza was sent to the other side of the country, but Eliza lived more lavishly in California, in a desperate effort to drown out the humiliation that followed her from NY.
Power:
Possession: Ability to take control and talk through a non-living/inanimate object. She must touch the object in order to “possess it”, her conscience then moves from her body to the object allowing her to control and move the object on her own. Since she has almost no control of this power, there are times where she accidentally/unwillingly possesses an object. She hasn’t figured out a solid way to willingly go back in her body but at the moment the only way back to her body is if someone breaks the object. (So if you see a talking pencil rolling down the hallway don’t question it and snap it.)
Other:
Never worked a day in her life other than networking connections at parties.
For some reason pencils always trigger her power and so Eliza avoids them like the plague.
Doesn’t favor commitment since all her relationships up to now ended badly.
Trainer's Appearance:
Theme: |
45,469 | 1,236 | 33 | 149 | 13 | Rachel Jones
Location: Vending Marching/Cafeteria
Rachel felt her heart sinking further and further into her stomach for every second of awkward and very hostile silence that occurred between her and the unknown silent guy. She had seen him roll his eyes at her, though she couldn't understand why. Hadn't she only asked a simple question? Rachel looked at the boy and clenthced her hands into a fist. Nothing irritated her more than being treated as if she were stupid. Especially for no apparent reason. Quickly and silently the unnamed guy reached out and began pressing buttons on the vending machine, leaving Rachel only to gawk and watch as snack after snack tumbled down. No Name/No Words grabbed his breakfast and without speaking once, he was gone. But after that oh-so-smooth interaction what else could she expect, that he would stay? Well it was nice talking to you too. Rachel mumbled to his back as she hugged herself, she suddenly felt very small as she stood there in a shocked silence.
Part of Rachel wanted to follow him and figure out what his problem was. She had done nothing to him, yet he treated her like garbage. However, the other, larger, part of Rachel felt more empty somehow. Her whole life she had been used to being left out and discarded. She never really had made friends, her father had disappeared the second he found out about her, and none of her biological family had wanted to take her in after her mother passed. She never really got used to being alone, but maybe that's just how her life was supposed to be.
She stared at a spot on the hallway floor realizing that this encounter had taken away any trace of hunger and will to interact with the others that she had within her before. Between her nightmare and this kid, today was already shaping up to be testing. And that was before whatever actual tests they were supposed to endure today. Inside of the cafeteria she could smell food of some sort and she could hear the chatter of the others. I should join them. Rachel thought to herself as she slid down the wall of the hallway until she was sitting down, long legs stretching in front of her. Maybe she should, but not yet. She wasn't ready for the possibility of another rejection like that. | Name: Rachel Jones
Height: 5'8" Hair: Blonde with a slight curl, about belly button length.
Eyes: A combonation of blue/green. Other: Rachel is slim, with a slightly althetic build.
Age: 20 Born on December 23
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
History:
Rachel never knew much about her family. Her father vanished without a trace as soon as he found out that her mother was pregnant. When she was barely even 6 months old, Rachel's mother died of breast cancer. After her mother's death,, it was made clear that no one else in the family wanted to take responsibility for the baby so she immediately was sent into the world of foster care. Rachel was never adopted, but at 18 she left foster care to make it out on her own. With no one to help support her, Rachel had almost zero money so a higher education was never going to be an option. She began working 3 different jobs, and soon enough had the means to rent out a tiny apartment. Her entire life so far was just trying to get ahead of debt and just make ends meet.
Through her entire life, Rachel always seemed to be a resipient of other's pity. When you're an orphan I guess that just tends to happen. But she wasn't really sad, in her mind she had never really known her parents or family and there just wasn't enough time for self-pity. That was until she became sick with no idea what the cause was. Rachel didn't get sick, that was the weird part about it. She never had to take a sick day off of work in her life until now. Working three jobs was the only way that Rachel could support herself, there just wasn't time for her to be sick.
Power:
Healing - Though to start it is very weak and she can only heal small scratches and bruises on herself which basically goes unnoticed. Her body also fights off/minimizes sickness like the common cold.
As time goes on (we aren't at this point at all yet) and her powers become stronger, the healing comes with a cost. On her own body, healing requires a lot of energy. It can leave her feeling pretty drained, even more drained for more serious healing.
Eventually she can help heal other people which is even more costly to her own self. The injury/sickness that she attempts to heal transfers over onto her own body. However, she feels a more extreme version of the pain or sickness she is healing from the other person. Her body then heals itself. This causes crippling exhaustion for Rachel and, depending on the sickness/injury, though the other person will be mostly completely healed, she could potentially not even have the strength to heal herself.
Other:
-Rachel has a very self-sacrificing personality, she will do almost anything if it meant someone else would be happier for it.
-Loves food |
45,470 | 1,236 | 34 | 994 | 197 | Bailey Collins
Location
Cafeteria
Interacting with
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Bailey choked on a sip of his coffee as the young woman slid into the seat before him. He quickly covered his mouth as he attempted to save some face as the drink dribbled from his mouth but she didn't seem taken back by his sudden nervousness. Instead the young woman began to speak, her words clipped with a cold anger, but that wasn't what caught Bailey's attention. Her voice, it was there, smooth as silk as it lilted with an accent but there was something else. As if there was an echo to each word.
"Mary?" he mumbled as his head seemed to fill up with the fog of distant memories. It couldn't be Mary, Mary was dead. He shook his head as he tried to clear his confusion. It was impossible. This girl didn't even look anything like Mary, yet he was so sure that he had heard her voice. 'Maybe, I'm more tired than I thought?' He sighed, brushing back a few wet strands of hair from his face before looking back at the girl. 'Crap, she's still staring at me.' Bailey subverted his gaze to his half empty cup of coffee, surely she was waiting on him to respond. Maybe even defend himself but his mouth felt dry. His thoughts swimming with the confusion as Mary's voice still rang across his mind.
Had she said something similar? No. It wasn't likely. Mary was soft and sweet where this girl was bold and full of an icey anger. "My apologies." he managed to choke out as he tried to shove the uncomfortable feeling that was tightening around his chest. "I was rude." he tacked on as he picked up his half eaten apple, feeling the smoothness of its skin beneath his fingertips. Bailey didn't dare look back up at the woman, his expression had clouded with darkness and his face had turned a dark red from embarrassment but more so he didn't want her to see the faint tears that had begun to sting his eyes. 'Mary...' | Name: Bailey Collins
Age: 24 Years Old
DOB: September 9, 1993
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Theme
History
Welcome to lower class suburban hell, where to the outside world everything looks peaches and cream but in reality- you're drowning in stasis and college debt. Bailey was nothing more than your average American boy with bright dreams and who wanted to believe that he had the right to shape and mold the young minds of the masses. What he didn't realize at the time was that not only did his dream career pay out very little but it often came with little to no gratitude. Not that he minded at the moment but he couldn't help but to feel a little bitter as he stumbled through his first shot of student teaching. The kids didn't care, that was a fact he as forced to come to terms with almost immediately and those who did care lacked the courage to put the class clowns in their places. Alas, this was his passion. Bailey had dreamed of being a teacher for as long as he could remember. Well, a professor but everyone had to start somewhere. For him it was at the NUI, a decent little college located a town over from his home. This allowed Bailey to cut the cost of dorm life and stay at home while working on his studies.
Of course, university was not cheap. Despite applying to numerous scholarships at the end of it all he was left with a hefty sum. Several student loans later and one soul sucking job in customer service, Bailey had finally made it- well, at least to the unpaid world of student teacher. Where he awkwardly scribbled down notes while fending off invasive questions from the high schoolers. Overall; he had to admit he was still excited about each day and those naive dreams he started out with still burned somewhere in his depths.
Power
Bailey's power is induced paralysis. Through the power of his touch, Bailey is able to momentarily render the muscle and nerves in a state of paralysis, which applied to a major muscle such as the heart can prove to be fatal. Otherwise it can leave the victim subject to the loss of movement, speech and even feeling.
Other
Bailey is legally blind in his right eye due to a fire cracker incident when he was six. He has some vision without his glasses but mostly just vague shapes and some color. His left eye has near perfect vision but his depth perception is shot which leaves him to bumping into things or dropping objects he simply meant to put down. |
45,471 | 1,236 | 35 | 2,143 | 593 | Cassius "Cas" Williams | Auditorium/Hallway/CafeteriaInteracting: Anyone in the Cafeteria
Cassius' orientation had been far less formal than his fellow residents. Unlike them, he'd only just arrived that morning and he'd come to his senses in an empty auditorium with none but himself. Cas found himself sitting in a chair, looking up towards a massive whiteboard, almost leading him to think he was back in Chicago Fire's meeting room where Coach Klopas would draw their formations. He tried to clear his head, but he felt a constant weight on his mind, likely from being sedated before he'd been escorted from his hospital in Chicago. His sense of familiarity was obliterated when a woman in a stark white lab coat walked through a door in the wall, her heels clicking obnoxiously against the floor. "Good morning, Cassius." She said, with a posh tone that bugged Cas to no end.
"Where the hell am I?" He muttered in his groggy baritone. He tried to stand up but his tired body decided that moving was not going to happen. Instead he sat defeatedly back in his chair, turning his gaze back to the newcomer.
"You're in our state-of-the-art research facility." She answered. "You should really move at a slower pace, the sedatives require time to fade. Anyways, welcome to the facility." She flipped an electronic tablet around to show a white slide. "Let me explain some things." She began to slide through a presentation, detailing the fact of his suspected, "illness," the reason he was currently missing matches and sitting out one of the best seasons of his professional careers, was not actually anything that had existed before. It was supposedly a new strain of sickness that she claimed would give him special abilities impossible for other humans.
"That's honestly the most dumbest thing I've ever heard." He said, shaking his head. "I don't have su- superpower or whatever. I'm just a footballer who needs help not getting sick so I can do what I do." He shook his head, crossing his hands. His right thumb caressed the knob of the golden rolex watch on his right wrist, as he often did when he was nervous.
"That's not an uncommon reaction, Mr. Williams. Allow me to demonstrate." She said, laying her tablet on the table beside her. She looked back at him and her body began to shimmer and vibrate until a second copy of herself flashed into existence. This sight was more than enough to shake Cas out of his dazed state.
His eyes widened and his jaw dropped and out of pure instinct her jumped out of his chair, backpedaling into the aisle behind him. Between heaving breaths, Cas said, "Okay, what kind of LSD's did you inject me with?!" That was the only explanation his brain could give him. Cassius was no stranger to drugs, being a bit of a partier, but he'd never taken anything that caused him to see crazy hallucinations.
"Only a sleeping agent, Cassius. Your mind is working at near full level, despite your mild sedation." She said, then began to detail the rest of why this illness was truly going to give him powers. She then showed him a display of all the facilities and directed him to go through the back door and join the other patients. "I'll see you again soon, Cas." She said, then left through the same door she'd entered.
"Hey! Come back! I don't have super powers!" He shouted, but the door shut with no more word from anyone. Cassius sighed and shook his head, turning to look at the door at the back of the facility, which slid open almost as if it knew he was looking at it. He walked to the back of the room and through the door, stepping into a white hallway that reminded him of a hospital (naturally). He walked past a series of closed doors, calling out for someone to answer.
When no one answered he turned down another hallway, also receiving no contact with intelligent life. He reached a third hallway, the doors labeled with what looked like room numbers, and at the end of it was an open doorway. Inside the doors looked to be a cafeteria of some sort, and he could see people within. He jogged to the doorway and came to a halt as he stepped inside. "Hey!" He shouted as he entered the room. "Does anyone know what's going on?! I think I was drugged, 'cause I swear to God I just saw some lady in a lab coat clone herself!" | Name: Cassius "Cas" Williams (Pronounced - Ka-see-us)
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Appearance: Cas stands at 6'1 and weighs about 190 pounds. He is muscular, but not bulky. Cas' body is that of an athletes. He is admittedly an attractive person and is definitely liked for his appearance. He is a favorite by many fans of his Football Club because he is the club's "Pretty Boy." He hair is long but usually in a messy fashion, long on top, buzzed on the sides. He has pale skin that is accented by vibrant blue eyes.
History:
Cassius was born to a low class family in southern Texas. Most of his area was hispanic and latino, so he grew up with a nontypical American culture. As most of his area was devoted to soccer (football), Cas also took a great liking to the sport. He found that he was naturally athletic and also possessed a great natural talent for the game. His potential drove him to train hard and constantly work to improve his game. In high school, he became the town hero for leading the school's team to win their conference championship. Thanks to this success, he was offered a spot at a club in Spain, right out of high school.
After playing for the Spanish club for three years, he was drafted to play with the Chicago Fire, an American MLS Club. Joining a profesional club gave Cas the opportunity to play for a six figure salary. With jut his mom to take care of, he made sure that she never wanted for anything. Even though he wasn't the star of the Chicago Fire, he was the secondary Right Forward, which allowed him plenty of playing time. His good looks also made him a fan favorite, but not all of the attention was positive. Many people thought he was an arrogant rich boy.
As his wealth slowly increased over the next three years, he gradually began to adapt to the negative things people said about him. He drove a fast car, bought expensive clothes, partied all the time, and did whatever (or whoever) he wanted. He slowly, but surely began to loose sight of his roots, much to his mother's behest. Even though he had changed, he still did everything to take of his mother.
During a week of intense training, Cassius noticed that he felt a little bit off, and he eventually developed some mild symptoms of what he assumed was a minor case of the flu. He brushed the signs off, and kept on as normal. A week later, when the symptoms kept persisting, he ignored them and decided to play in the match that day. In the 85th minute of the match, the score tied 1-1, Cas collapsed and passed out on the middle of the pitch. He was taken to the hospital for checks and tests, and they decided that he had severe symptoms of what was similar to the flu. Desperate to get back to playing as soon as possible, Cas reluctantly took the offer from the men in suits that offered him unconventional treatment.
Power:
Heightened Senses - Cassius' abilities ramp his senses up to an incredible sensitivity. His hearing is as good as a bat's, his smell as good as a bloodhound, and his sight as good as an eagle. His heightened senses also give him rapid reaction time to events around him. However, due to the power of his senses, he is very vulnerable to sensory overload. |
45,472 | 1,236 | 36 | 2,692 | 854 | Athena Wilson | Kitchen/Cafeteria
Mentions:
The young man had seemed to have lost the words to respond to her sudden approach, which made Athena feel a bit bad for coming on so strong. In regards to making friends, the woman had little to no experience. She was a fish out of water and most likely had come off as a bitch to the others, which she did not really care for at the moment.
While Bailey began to register that Athena was speaking to him, she turned her head to look up at someone who had approached them. It was yet another unknown face that seemed as if she had self disciple for days. Athena reached out, a bit hesitant at first, to shake the young woman’s hand. “Military previously?” Her voice was a bit less cold than before, being genuinely curious about Sienna’s reasons for having a rank. “My name is Athena,” she carried on as she pulled her hand back and sat it on the table, “I have been here for a while… just in another side of the building. They barely let me come to this side.” Her explanation was brief and vague, but it was better to answer some questions that were not voiced so that she could be left alone. She did not want to break the terms that she had agreed upon before checking herself in.
Giving Sienna a respectful nod of acknowledgement, Athena’s attention went back to the man across from her who still had not responded. He had mumbled something before but Athena had not caught on to what he said, which caused her to lean in a bit to listen better to what else he would say. “Hey, are you okay?” Her faced dawned a look of concern as she began to recognize the look that man had. It was one that she was familiar with, all too well. It wasn’t until a bit more of awkward silence passed, until he spoke up and apologized. Her heart felt as if it had shattered because she knew the truth behind his confusion, and quite frankly a look of grief.
“I’m.. I am so sorry. I did not mean for that to happen”, her voice was quiet as she began to get up, “I must go now.” She frowned as she looked at the young man, and avoided making eye contact with Sienna. ’It happened again. How could I let it happen again?! I can not speak to anybody else until I get my results.’
It was as she began to back away from the table that she was sitting at that a voice came booming in from the kitchen entrance. Athena turned to see another face that she had not seen yet, but something told her that he was not a part of the group of people that were already here. He shown every sign of being disoriented and distraught, which made her worry about what kind of actions he would decide to take if pushed more to the edge. Not knowing anything herself, just yet, Athena remained quiet and began to walk towards the man. She had no intentions of engaging in conversation with him, but instead she wanted to get as far from him. She needed to get to her room before the others began to question her and her motives.
“Remember, Miss Wilson, everything we are doing here is for your own good. We will protect you, you just have to trust us. Do not trust anyone else.”
Her heart began to race as she pushed past the shouting man so that she could carry on towards her room. She needed just a bit of time to adjust to the fact that there were others with different personalities and attitudes, as well as disorders. She knew what they needed, and she knew what she needed, and that was to comply with whatever the staff members said. | Name: Athena Wilson
Age: 22 | December 15th, 1994
Gender: Female
Sexuality: She believes she is Asexual
Personality: Athena is short and curt with most people, giving hardly anyone the satisfaction of having a full conversation with her. Her brutal honesty and lack of patience is due to having led all her life on the run with her mother. She had to learn the hard way that she could never have any real friends, or be close to anyone, because as soon as she'd get comfortable, they'd have to leave. Though she does have a lack of people skills, Athena loves children and animals. To her, they're all that's good in the world and loves their sense of innocence. Her trust is not easily given, but can be earned. Once she sees that certain people can be trusted, she will relax slightly, but still her peoples skills are poor and hopes that those around her will be patient with her.
Appearance: Standing at 5'6" with a slim build yet she is not petite, her eyes are the nearly the same as her father's, probably the only thing she got from him; blue. Her hair is long, brunette, and wavy, falling to her waist. Typically, Athena will be dressed in anything black, her hair almost always up either in a slick ponytail or a sock bun. She dresses in a matter that if anything were to happen, she'd be ready for it.
Powers: Athena has the ability to make herself sound and look like the loved one of whomever is around her. How she is able to do it is unknown. The theory that her father had come up with (and was correct about) was that Athena's mind would involuntarily read the minds of those around her and would pick a cherished person to imitate. Most likely it was a form of self-defense. Although it wasn't much to go on, it's what she was raised believing. Even though her father would simply say she would 'bewitch' those around her. To this day, Adriano continues to do research on this ability. Aside from this, a sense of minor telepathy is how it could be labeled as. This is how she is able to make herself sound and look like someone else. This ability is hardly powerful and will never grow to be anything more than a mere way for her primary ability to work. It runs in the family through the maternal side.
Weaknesses and limitations: Athena's ability is strictly defensive. She is unable to harm anyone with it. Once she uses her ability, she can only use it on one person. For example, if she is being attacked by a group of people, only one person from the group will be able to actually see and hear their loved one, but everyone else can see and hear Athena as herself. This typically will make the person almost act hypnotized and want to defend their 'loved' one. As for her telepathy, she will never be able to fully use it or understand it. She's still mastering her ability, so it will sporadically happen. This was the main reason that her and her mother had to move so frequently and she was home schooled.
Abilities: Athena has a talent with working with knives and blades. In a fight, she will prefer her blades rather than a gun. She can speak fluent Spanish, Greek, and of course English. She can also understand sign language. Besides that, she can make a mean grilled cheese.
Other: She doesn't like vulgar language so she would prefer not to use it.
History: Athena can not remember most of her youth. All she remembers is that she had been living with her mom, constantly on the move and always in very secluded and isolated areas. Only once of twice had she ever lived in an actual city, and that was only for a short amount of time. She never understood why they couldn't just settle down in one spot so that she could make friends and be normal like the other kids her age.
It wasn't until she was 14 that she truly understood why. Her power was nothing to mess around with, and since she had no control over it, they had to take their extra precautions. Whenever she had the chance, she'd always ask her mom about her father. The response would always be, "He chose work", and she never understood that either until she was in her teens. In her eyes, her father did not know how to handle a daughter with abilities and saw her as an abomination. Juliette, her mother, never stopped her from having these thoughts. The worse Athena thought of the man and her sister, the better, so that Athena would never get the idea of going after him.
For many years, Athena hated Adriano and Maribeth, although her mother said that it was not Mari's fault. Either way, Athena thought that Adriano chose Maribeth over her because her younger sister was 'normal'. |
45,473 | 1,236 | 37 | 2,587 | 440 | Marcus Bradley Location: Bedroom // Vending Machine
With a heavy sigh, Marcus settled down at the table he'd sat at the night before. He pressed his face into his palm then closed his eyes briefly. They stung and burned, a sure sign that they had been open for too long. While he still knew he was tired, at this point in insomnia, his body had fooled his brain into thinking he was awake enough to function. Marcus looked up at the wall across the room and arched a thoughtful brow. It hadn't occurred to him until now but there didn't seem to be any windows. Idly he began opening his bag of potato chips when someone crossed his line of sight-- wait, who was that?
Squinting at the woman in the white pajamas, he shook his head, then stared into his bag of chips. From his vantage point last night, he swore he could have seen-- "Hey!" Shouted the newcomer, "Does anyone know what's going on?!" And at that point Marcus stopped listening. Rolling his eyes again, sighed heavily, then dug into his potato chips more aggressively. Just as aggressively, he tore open his Twizzlers, then shoved a piece into his mouth, combining the flavors. Marcus didn't care to answer the dude's question, he didn't care to ask that other new person where they came from, and he certainly didn't care for all this waiting around. Why was the hour taking forever to come?
Marcus only wanted to call his family at this point. He was worried about how they were getting on without him-- his absence had to have been a burden upon them. Hopefully they hadn't had a mind to hire help-- god no, he hoped they didn't. The last helper out in that part of town had burned down someone's barn out of spite. What if that happened to his family? What if they couldn't haul the harvest well enough to make bank? What if they were evicted while he was here? What if he had to stay here for years? What if-- What if-- The thoughts ping-ponged around his mind, causing him to somehow become more stressed then he already was. He needed sleep. Man, did he need sleep. More and more complaints mounted within Marcus' mind, causing him to stare across the cafeteria with a look of outright distress-- wait, was he also running a fever? Putting a hand to his head, Marcus immediately felt sweat, then let out a heavy breath. This wasn't good. Nothing was good. He just... he wanted to go home. That was all. | Name:
Marcus Todd Bradley
Age:
20 - May 9th 1997
Gender:
Male
Sexuality:
Asexual
Appearance:
\\5ft 8in - 140lbs\\
Marcus looks tired. Bags beneath his eyes could display the contents of a hardworking life-- lower-middle class and full of farming and fieldwork. A crown of dreadlocked hair rests upon his head, flowing down to his shoulder-blades, and usually held back only by sheer luck or the occasional hairband. Marcus has a lithe figure, unimpressive in height, that possess the work muscle for plowing. All of his facial features could be described as weak, rounded, a little feminine, and almost handsome. He walks about with his hands in his pockets and abysmal posture-- actually having developed a permeate curvature of the spine from constant slouching. His skin is the dark brown of freshly turned soil and bears scars around the elbows and knees from plenty of childhood roughhousing.
History:
Marcus was born and raised in Corinth-- a farming town no one could find on a map. He is the oldest of four children. All his life, he has worked the fields at his mother's side, focused on learning everything he possibly could from her. Marcus took it to heart when, one day, a farm down the road burned down, killing the one person responsible for maintaining the field, and leaving the family without any way to recover income. Marcus has sought to learn the trade and to educate his siblings in that regard as well.
He's lived an uneventful life-- home schooled with early starts to his days and late nights. His mothers raised him as well as they could, though they often struggled to make ends meet. As soon as he was able, Marcus took a job at a local grocery store and did as much as he could to bring in funds to the household. Everything was going well up until Marcus became ill. Soon after, they came from him, explaining that he needed to go with them to live in the facility. Though his parents told him not to worry about their situation, Marcus still couldn't help but feel deep guilt at being removed from his household but, then again, they said it was for the best, right?
Power:
Tough Skin - His skin is resistant to cuts, scratches, and puncture wounds-- though they can still harm him with enough force.
Additional Information:
Thick Accent - The deep southern drawl is real, y'all.
Dark Aversion - Without a flashlight, Marcus finds darkness and night deeply unsettling.
Age: 29
Ht: 5ft 4in
Build: Lithe - Athletic
Nationality: French-Nigerian
Personality Keywords: Impatient - Calm - Arrogant - Empathetic
Power: Force-field projection |
45,474 | 1,236 | 38 | 536 | 192 | Bynie sat up suddenly inhaling, "Im awake!." She grumbled looking around. noticing that there was no one talking to her in any way she settled back into her seat, embarrassed. She sighedjh, glancing around, she was still tired but she was alert at least. she sipped her coffee and glanced around. i ready to get today over wit, | Caebyn ( Bynie) Danvers
"If you don't have something nice to say, then say something witty and sarcastic"
Age: 23; Febuary 14th 1994
Gender:Female
Sexuality:Bisexual
Appearance:Bynie is either all our nothing when it comes to her clothes, she's either wearing a cute ruffled dress or sweats.She has a weakness for cute things and cusses like a sailor, especially when she gets mad or excited. She's not initially very tall only standing at 5'3. She has never been in a serious relationship due to the 'flighty'ness instilled in her as a kid. She has a broad sense of humor and often cracks jokes soley for her own amusement
History:Bynie's parents separated when she was ten, but it wasn't a huge deal. She learned to live two separate lives based on whose house she was stuck at. The biggest issue was that they lived on opposite costs so her parents would swap every school year, one at her dad's, one at her mom's this caused her to not have very many close friendships.
She lived a pretty average , happy life until her dad remarried, the woman was closer to her age than his (but then again what can you expect from southern Cali) . For some reason the woman hated her, causing arguments between her and her dad over made up situations, this continues to this day. Bynie had been at her dad's visiting when the step-monster walked in on her vomiting. Running to her father about her being bulimic it took Bynie hours to convince her dad that she just wasn't feeling well, that it must be altitude sickness or something. By the next day the Bitch had convinced her dad she was pregnant. Peeing on a stick wasn't enough to discredit the accusations so just for the sake of making her step mother look stupid she went and got a blood test done to prove that she was not, in fact, pregnant. She just had a bug. Or so she thought until the suits came and picked her up the next day.
Power:Self- Mass Manipulation; she is able to shrink or grow herself |
45,475 | 1,236 | 39 | 1,142 | 1,143 | Arthur Seymour
Under more normal circumstances, Arthur might have tried to foster some cohesion in their group. That was certainly something which they were missing with brittle conversation being exchanged and some residents flat out refusing to communicate or giving up shortly after doing so. He put it down to the alien nature of their situation, something not one of them would have had to deal with before, but it was still early morning and he doubted any of them had slept properly the previous night. For his part, he had woken once or twice which was unusual for him, and Arthur prided himself on his stoic nature.
Instead, he focused on the meal in front of him. A few partook but there was little enough trust going about as it was, so perhaps the gesture in and of itself would serve its purpose for now, although he disliked the idea of food going to waste. After a particularly healthy portion, during the eating of which he studiously stayed quiet, he drank his tea slowly, all the while listening to everyone around him. They were disorganised with contrasting natures, not to mention emotions were running high.
"Hello hello! We're nearing nine o'clock now so could you all head to the auditorium for the first session? I hope you've all got properly acquainted with one another now, although the first sessions will just be quick individual ones with plenty of free time in between. I'll see you there."
The intercom buzzed into life and then crackled out quickly, the researcher having delivered her rapid message. Arthur pushed himself up, gathering dirty plates and rapidly stacking them, scraping uneaten food onto a separate plate, before carrying them to the kitchen and loading up the dishwasher. At the primary school he had been teaching in he often helped out with the breakfast club provided for the more disadvantaged students, sitting with them and chatting in the morning; something of underestimated importance lest they feel abandoned by parents. Subconsciously he was doing something similar here, compartmentalising his feelings of anxiety and fear to better deal with them while providing the little support he could to those around him.
Leftover food that hadn't been served he put in containers and shoved in the fridge, unwilling to waste anything further, before emerging from the kitchen into the cafeteria.
"Let's go. There's no point in causing them problems." He didn't wait to see if anyone was going to argue against him, which would be understandable enough, or if anyone agreed and followed. As he left the cafeteria he passed the man who had joined them this morning and nodded to him in passing. "I'm Arthur, nice to meet you. For now we should follow their instructions, we can find out more as we go." He continued on, passing the quite man who had yet to really speak with anything, and he said nothing, respecting his isolation.
Finally he caught up with the newest woman of their group who seemed flustered, having left the group rapidly after speaking with Bailey. At last Arthur could no longer do nothing, seeing someone who was actually in need of direction or at least some show of comfort, so he approached her.
"We should head to the auditorium. Your name was... Athena, right? I heard you speak to Sienna earlier. I'm Arthur, professor of history and teacher of little children." He smiled, gesturing round the corner to where signs pointed towards the auditorium. "That's the way there, the others will follow soon but I think staying together as a group's a good idea. We're all in the same boat here and, as far as I can tell, we'll be here a little while so we should probably try to get along some." | Arthur Seymour
Height: 5' 9"
Age: 25 (born 11 October, 1992)
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
History: Born and raised in England to a Welsh mother and an English father, Arthur grew up with a split nationality which could only be properly described as 'British'. At home equally in any part of Great Britain, although his parents reside in the richer counties of the south, he has moved around several parts for education and work before settling in the southern, and affluent, city of Bath.
At a young age he refused the opportunity to attend a prestigious selective (grammar) school in the next town over, despite passing the exam he was almost forced to do by his primary school, on the grounds that he disagreed with the elitism of the whole affair. His parents were both politically active and proudly called themselves social activists, despite their careers being traditionally the reserve of the very conservative and right-leaning upper classes.
He went to the University of Cambridge on a scholarship, his parents rich enough to pay his tuition in full so that he wasn't saddled with debt, and left with a First Class Honours in history before joining the department of History in the small, rural Welsh coastal town of Aberystwyth as a research lecturer. He teaches primary school (7-11) children two days week and the rest he spends giving lecturers to undergraduates at the university or following up on his own research projects.
Conscious of the contact he has with students, children and other at risk groups, he immediately checked in with a doctor about the illness he had been experiencing to seek advice on how to best avoid spreading it if his ailment was infectious. A day later and the people in bio-hazard suits appeared informing him that he was to be taken to a secure facility because his illness was more than it seemed.
Power: Hydrokinesis - the ability to shape or control water. While not a particularly original ability, it suits Arthur well due to its reliability and flexibility in almost all circumstances. At the lowest level he can move small bodies of water (like a cup of water) but will be able to steadily increase the volume of water he can control as well as the precision to which he can control it, shape it and even change its state. |
45,476 | 1,236 | 40 | 2,692 | 854 | Athena Wilson | Room 12 - Auditorium
Athe1na had not managed to get too far before she was approached by the graceful chef that she had watched for a minute. She had heard him behind her, introducing himself to the guy that had burst in the room shouting. "Thank you, Arthur. I'll be seeing there, then." She offered him a respectful nod of acknowledgement before turning and walking off towards room twelve. Thankfully it wasn't too far off, which meant that nobody else would be able to catch up to her while she scurried away into the room.
Once inside, Athena visibly relaxed as she exhaled. It had been a bit overwhelming, and even for someone as rude as her, she could not believe how she acted in the kitchen. She should have known better than to interact with strangers. She shook her head before closing the door and going off to explore her room to see if she could find any notes that the staff could've left for her.
Nothing.
With a sigh, Athena let herself plop down on the bed, letting her brain calm down from overworking itself. As she did so, she couldn't help but notice how oddly clean everything was. The building had been damn near perfect since the moment that she had stepped foot inside of it, but she had not taken the time to notice. "I wonder where the clothes are at," she muttered as she got up and rummaged through the closets and drawers. To both her amusement and amazement, they were stocked with things that she could call her own. Athena quickly pulled out her go to style which was black running leggings and a sports bra, along with a long sleeved black V-neck that hung loosely on her torso. She walked off into the bathroom with her clean clothes in her arms, wondering how she hadn't gone to her room beforehand to change. She must have looked like a complete freak, only wearing white pajamas and barefoot. The woman grimaced as she thought of what others must have thought of her. Not like she hadn't already made a fool of herself by her actions. It made her a bit sad to know that no matter how she tried to go up to people, she knew that she wouldn't be able to have a conversation with them due to her disorder.
The brunette quickly shoved her emotions and thoughts away as she tried to work past her flaws and focus on changing. Before leaving the restroom, she quickly brushed her teeth, which was still weird because they even had toiletries set neatly on the sink and in the cabinets under the sink.
'They've thought of everything. They even have Midol for the time of the month,' a laugh escaped her lips as she had quickly looked over at the medicine cabinet as she walked out of the restroom.
After quickly throwing on some socks and black Nike's, Athena made her way out of her room and towards the auditorium with a bit of a rushed walk. She didn't want to be late to anything that meant the staff member would be present. She wanted to know her results now before she could do anything to anyone else. | Name: Athena Wilson
Age: 22 | December 15th, 1994
Gender: Female
Sexuality: She believes she is Asexual
Personality: Athena is short and curt with most people, giving hardly anyone the satisfaction of having a full conversation with her. Her brutal honesty and lack of patience is due to having led all her life on the run with her mother. She had to learn the hard way that she could never have any real friends, or be close to anyone, because as soon as she'd get comfortable, they'd have to leave. Though she does have a lack of people skills, Athena loves children and animals. To her, they're all that's good in the world and loves their sense of innocence. Her trust is not easily given, but can be earned. Once she sees that certain people can be trusted, she will relax slightly, but still her peoples skills are poor and hopes that those around her will be patient with her.
Appearance: Standing at 5'6" with a slim build yet she is not petite, her eyes are the nearly the same as her father's, probably the only thing she got from him; blue. Her hair is long, brunette, and wavy, falling to her waist. Typically, Athena will be dressed in anything black, her hair almost always up either in a slick ponytail or a sock bun. She dresses in a matter that if anything were to happen, she'd be ready for it.
Powers: Athena has the ability to make herself sound and look like the loved one of whomever is around her. How she is able to do it is unknown. The theory that her father had come up with (and was correct about) was that Athena's mind would involuntarily read the minds of those around her and would pick a cherished person to imitate. Most likely it was a form of self-defense. Although it wasn't much to go on, it's what she was raised believing. Even though her father would simply say she would 'bewitch' those around her. To this day, Adriano continues to do research on this ability. Aside from this, a sense of minor telepathy is how it could be labeled as. This is how she is able to make herself sound and look like someone else. This ability is hardly powerful and will never grow to be anything more than a mere way for her primary ability to work. It runs in the family through the maternal side.
Weaknesses and limitations: Athena's ability is strictly defensive. She is unable to harm anyone with it. Once she uses her ability, she can only use it on one person. For example, if she is being attacked by a group of people, only one person from the group will be able to actually see and hear their loved one, but everyone else can see and hear Athena as herself. This typically will make the person almost act hypnotized and want to defend their 'loved' one. As for her telepathy, she will never be able to fully use it or understand it. She's still mastering her ability, so it will sporadically happen. This was the main reason that her and her mother had to move so frequently and she was home schooled.
Abilities: Athena has a talent with working with knives and blades. In a fight, she will prefer her blades rather than a gun. She can speak fluent Spanish, Greek, and of course English. She can also understand sign language. Besides that, she can make a mean grilled cheese.
Other: She doesn't like vulgar language so she would prefer not to use it.
History: Athena can not remember most of her youth. All she remembers is that she had been living with her mom, constantly on the move and always in very secluded and isolated areas. Only once of twice had she ever lived in an actual city, and that was only for a short amount of time. She never understood why they couldn't just settle down in one spot so that she could make friends and be normal like the other kids her age.
It wasn't until she was 14 that she truly understood why. Her power was nothing to mess around with, and since she had no control over it, they had to take their extra precautions. Whenever she had the chance, she'd always ask her mom about her father. The response would always be, "He chose work", and she never understood that either until she was in her teens. In her eyes, her father did not know how to handle a daughter with abilities and saw her as an abomination. Juliette, her mother, never stopped her from having these thoughts. The worse Athena thought of the man and her sister, the better, so that Athena would never get the idea of going after him.
For many years, Athena hated Adriano and Maribeth, although her mother said that it was not Mari's fault. Either way, Athena thought that Adriano chose Maribeth over her because her younger sister was 'normal'. |
45,477 | 1,236 | 41 | 994 | 197 | Bailey Collins
Location
Cafeteria - Auditorium
Interacting with
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Blinking Bailey had looked up at the young woman as she apologized, confusion written clearly across his face. 'What?' his broad furrowed but she had already left the table, pushing past a particularly loud man who had barreled in. His mind was already muddled with Maria's voice still echoing in his mind like an unwanted ghost. He wanted to ask her what she was apologizing for, after all he was the one who pushed her earlier. Glancing up at Sienna he asked, "Do you know why she apologized?" hoping she had caught something he had missed.
Before she had a chance to respond the intercom click on overhead. Had an hour passed already? Suddenly Bailey felt weary, as if someone had sapped all the strength from his limbs. It seemed like the adjustment time was over and they were now going to start their 'trials'. Arthur was quick to speak up as he stepped out of the kitchen, encouraging the rest of them to heed the woman's directions and head to the auditorium. Out of the lot of them he seemed to be the most complying.
Bailey sighed loudly before getting up from his table, leaving behind his mess for one of the workers to clear. He looked over at the new guy once again, noticing that none had bothered to answer him or even try to quell his fear. He twitched his fingers slightly before striding up to him. "Uh," he paused, unsure of what to say, "I'm Bailey." he stuck out his hand for the boy to shake. What he going to say? That he was here because he had some super power? He already seemed like he was in total denial, not that Bailey could blame him. The whole idea was absurd. "Arthur's right, we should probably head on to the auditorium. Looks like they're going to start our super power training." Bailey tacked on with a dry, awkward chuckle.
"We can walk together if you'd like? Its a lot to take in." he was aware on just how awkward he had sounded. He readjusted his glasses once again, trying to play off his own unease. As he looked around he noticed the same boy who had sat off on his own the other day, sitting down with a mini hoard of items from the bending machine. "Hey, yo!" Bailey called out waving at him, "We're heading to the auditorium, want to come with?" There was always a safe feeling when it came to facing the unknown in numbers and right now, Bailey needed that little bit of courage to help stave off the niggling feeling of worry that kept creeping. | Name: Bailey Collins
Age: 24 Years Old
DOB: September 9, 1993
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Theme
History
Welcome to lower class suburban hell, where to the outside world everything looks peaches and cream but in reality- you're drowning in stasis and college debt. Bailey was nothing more than your average American boy with bright dreams and who wanted to believe that he had the right to shape and mold the young minds of the masses. What he didn't realize at the time was that not only did his dream career pay out very little but it often came with little to no gratitude. Not that he minded at the moment but he couldn't help but to feel a little bitter as he stumbled through his first shot of student teaching. The kids didn't care, that was a fact he as forced to come to terms with almost immediately and those who did care lacked the courage to put the class clowns in their places. Alas, this was his passion. Bailey had dreamed of being a teacher for as long as he could remember. Well, a professor but everyone had to start somewhere. For him it was at the NUI, a decent little college located a town over from his home. This allowed Bailey to cut the cost of dorm life and stay at home while working on his studies.
Of course, university was not cheap. Despite applying to numerous scholarships at the end of it all he was left with a hefty sum. Several student loans later and one soul sucking job in customer service, Bailey had finally made it- well, at least to the unpaid world of student teacher. Where he awkwardly scribbled down notes while fending off invasive questions from the high schoolers. Overall; he had to admit he was still excited about each day and those naive dreams he started out with still burned somewhere in his depths.
Power
Bailey's power is induced paralysis. Through the power of his touch, Bailey is able to momentarily render the muscle and nerves in a state of paralysis, which applied to a major muscle such as the heart can prove to be fatal. Otherwise it can leave the victim subject to the loss of movement, speech and even feeling.
Other
Bailey is legally blind in his right eye due to a fire cracker incident when he was six. He has some vision without his glasses but mostly just vague shapes and some color. His left eye has near perfect vision but his depth perception is shot which leaves him to bumping into things or dropping objects he simply meant to put down. |
45,478 | 1,236 | 42 | 536 | 192 | Caebyn -Bynie- DanversBynie came back into focus as the loud speaker crackled to life.
It was nine o'clock al-fucking-ready?!
Nearly an hour had passed since she woke up and did she spend it filling her stomach with the nutrition needed to get her through the morning's activities? Did she spend it getting dressed in suitable clothing? Did she spend it getting acquainted with her fellow mutants? No, no, and goddamn no! She had spent it napping on a table!
In a flurry she jumped up running over to where the food was being served she grabbed a fistful of bacon right before the kind looking man who had cooked it all put it away. "Thank you!" She shouted at him through her already filled mouth as she ran off towards the rooms. She ran past a man she didnt recognize, when did he get here? she asked herself doing a double take and nearly running into the doors.
She shook her head running towards her room she ripped open the door to see a woman she didn't recognize pulling her hair out from under a recently adorned sports bra. "Oh! Good Lord! Wrong room! So sorry!" she stuttered as she fled from the room. Beat red she crossed the hall and burst through the door that she triple checked had her name plate next to it.
Face palming herself she rushed over to the drawers, shimmyed off her rumpled dress and threw on a pair of gray sweat pants with a black racer backed tank top. Still tying her pants she hobbled into the bathroom and turned on the sink. Brushing her teeth and smoothing down her hair at the same time she hardly had a moment to be impressed. Nearly everything here was in the same corresponding spot as it would be at her home. Which made getting ready so much easier, thankfully! She ran back to the drawers, threw on some socks and hopped around, trying to put on her shoes as she headed to the door. She started down the hall hoping she wouldn't be too awkwardly late in getting to the auditorium. | Caebyn ( Bynie) Danvers
"If you don't have something nice to say, then say something witty and sarcastic"
Age: 23; Febuary 14th 1994
Gender:Female
Sexuality:Bisexual
Appearance:Bynie is either all our nothing when it comes to her clothes, she's either wearing a cute ruffled dress or sweats.She has a weakness for cute things and cusses like a sailor, especially when she gets mad or excited. She's not initially very tall only standing at 5'3. She has never been in a serious relationship due to the 'flighty'ness instilled in her as a kid. She has a broad sense of humor and often cracks jokes soley for her own amusement
History:Bynie's parents separated when she was ten, but it wasn't a huge deal. She learned to live two separate lives based on whose house she was stuck at. The biggest issue was that they lived on opposite costs so her parents would swap every school year, one at her dad's, one at her mom's this caused her to not have very many close friendships.
She lived a pretty average , happy life until her dad remarried, the woman was closer to her age than his (but then again what can you expect from southern Cali) . For some reason the woman hated her, causing arguments between her and her dad over made up situations, this continues to this day. Bynie had been at her dad's visiting when the step-monster walked in on her vomiting. Running to her father about her being bulimic it took Bynie hours to convince her dad that she just wasn't feeling well, that it must be altitude sickness or something. By the next day the Bitch had convinced her dad she was pregnant. Peeing on a stick wasn't enough to discredit the accusations so just for the sake of making her step mother look stupid she went and got a blood test done to prove that she was not, in fact, pregnant. She just had a bug. Or so she thought until the suits came and picked her up the next day.
Power:Self- Mass Manipulation; she is able to shrink or grow herself |
45,479 | 1,236 | 43 | 1,833 | 2,419 | Sienna Morris
Current Location: Cafeteria -> Hallway
Smiling at the new stranger, Sienna shook Athena's hand with a smile of her own. "Not previously, but active, although it might be confusing to consider myself active duty now. Like many of us, I was whisked away on site." Sienna explained to Athena as the two women withdrew their hands from the handshake. When Athena had told Sienna that she was already established in the facility, Sienna was curious as to how long Athena had already been at the facility. Perhaps the scientists and researchers could predict their developing powers, and that Athena's power was slated to be more dangerous than any of those on this side of the building, resulting in Athena needing to be quarantined even further. Regardless if that was the truth or not, Sienna was unable to ask another question as Athena diverted her attention to Bailey, and then shortly ran out of the cafeteria after the entire spectacle was done.
Puzzled, Sienna looked back at Bailey as he awoke from his daze and spoke about the obvious confusion that was enveloping the two Americans. Sienna opened her mouth to respond to Bailey, but the buzzing sound of the intercom turning on had interrupted Sienna before she had a chance to state her thoughts on the matter. Speaking through the intercom was the scientist woman from before, asking the group to make their way to the auditorium to begin what was to be their first tests, doubtlessly the exercises the woman had mentioned the night before. Dressing for the occasion, Sienna wore an outfit akin to gym clothes, although nearly all her outfits were similar. Feeling nothing that was thrilling about walking mindlessly through several isles of items for sale, Sienna had always snatched almost the same outfit from the racks and left the store after paying.
It wasn't long before Bailey had left Sienna to comfort the new guy that had busted into the cafeteria in a panicked state. Sienna had experience in dealing with extremely nervous pilots, but because Bailey had seemed to have the grasp of the situation, she decided to go help Arthur put away the rest of the meal and clean up after the rest of the group. It was best to work together, and the current status of some of the patients in the facility had made it known that group cohesion was sorely needed. Some of the populace were confused and panicking, while others wouldn't speak at all. As Arthur acknowledged and Sienna knew, they were going to have to work together in order to get through this mess and go back to their normal lives outside the facility.
Once all of the leftovers were put away in the fridge and other various cooling units, Sienna made way to the auditorium. A few were rushing to get dressed for the day, and some like Bailey and the newcomer were still conversing. "Count to four. Inhale. Count to four. Exhale." Sienna explained, stopping her trek for a moment to converse with the newcomer. "It'll help you calm down. We all saw it, and many of us are as doubtful as you are. Right, Bailey?" Sienna asked, tilting her head towards his direction as she hoped the man could back her statement up to calm the stranger down. That is, if the newcomer would listen to either of them. The stranger was already panicking, and nervous people were prone not to listen a hundred percent of the time. | Player - Character - Room Number
Current:
Poi - Sienna Morris - 17
HecateProxy - Bailey Collins - 11
Jinxer - Arthur Seymour - 15
KimmiNinja - Eliza Nyko - 8
Utrax - Marcus Bradley - 4
CyanideSweetie - Caebyn Danvers - 13
Wolverbells - Athena Wilson - 12
SheriffLlama - Cassius Williams - 10
GhastlyInc - Eli O'Dell - 2
Dropped:
AnnieTimeNow - Rachel Jones - 20
Ornatur - Thomas Falch - 16
Link to House of Powers Discord
Facility
Bedrooms are numbered odds on the left and evens on the right as you face the hallway from the cafeteria, one and two the closest rooms. |
45,480 | 1,236 | 44 | 2,587 | 440 | Marcus Bradley Location: Cafeteria//Auditorium -Interaction:
"Let's go. There's no point in causing them problems."
What? Did this guy think he was the leader or something? Marcus overhead the dude say it and felt like not moving out of spite. He was already in the process of getting up even before the announcement was complete. He supposed someone would try to step forward as the "guy to follow" if they were all developing superpowers-- somebody had to stick to the trope, right? Scoffing when that guy-- Arthur as he'd just told the other dude-- passed by his table, Marcus shook his head and finished gathering up his snacks. Inwardly he admitted that it seemed everyone was doing little bits and pieces of things to get on his nerves. Maybe it was due to the fact that he didn't interact with people much on a daily basis-- there really wasn't much need to. Being out on the countryside, fifty miles away from the nearest market, tended to be rather isolated. Adding in the fact that he was largely home schooled well, the picture was clearer than he'd previously considered-- Marcus figured he didn't like people very much.
And then... a noise caught his attention-- "-- want to come with?"
That guy was starting at him. Within Marcus' head, all of them were "that guys" until he could figure out names, but this one was distinctly red. While he hadn't caught everything the guy said, there had still been enough noise to make Marcus stand from his seat, rather aggressively pushing the chair away from himself. He shook his head heavily at Red-guy, then took a few beats of pause to glare at him in a warning manner. Everything from the way Marcus gripped the table's edge to his tense shoulders, the look on his face and his fixed jaw, could read like a fine instruction manual titled "Why You Should Shove-Off And How To Do So". First step in this figurative manual said "walk by your damn self". Marcus picked up his unopened cookies after a couple of moments passed and began to work on opening them. | Name:
Marcus Todd Bradley
Age:
20 - May 9th 1997
Gender:
Male
Sexuality:
Asexual
Appearance:
\\5ft 8in - 140lbs\\
Marcus looks tired. Bags beneath his eyes could display the contents of a hardworking life-- lower-middle class and full of farming and fieldwork. A crown of dreadlocked hair rests upon his head, flowing down to his shoulder-blades, and usually held back only by sheer luck or the occasional hairband. Marcus has a lithe figure, unimpressive in height, that possess the work muscle for plowing. All of his facial features could be described as weak, rounded, a little feminine, and almost handsome. He walks about with his hands in his pockets and abysmal posture-- actually having developed a permeate curvature of the spine from constant slouching. His skin is the dark brown of freshly turned soil and bears scars around the elbows and knees from plenty of childhood roughhousing.
History:
Marcus was born and raised in Corinth-- a farming town no one could find on a map. He is the oldest of four children. All his life, he has worked the fields at his mother's side, focused on learning everything he possibly could from her. Marcus took it to heart when, one day, a farm down the road burned down, killing the one person responsible for maintaining the field, and leaving the family without any way to recover income. Marcus has sought to learn the trade and to educate his siblings in that regard as well.
He's lived an uneventful life-- home schooled with early starts to his days and late nights. His mothers raised him as well as they could, though they often struggled to make ends meet. As soon as he was able, Marcus took a job at a local grocery store and did as much as he could to bring in funds to the household. Everything was going well up until Marcus became ill. Soon after, they came from him, explaining that he needed to go with them to live in the facility. Though his parents told him not to worry about their situation, Marcus still couldn't help but feel deep guilt at being removed from his household but, then again, they said it was for the best, right?
Power:
Tough Skin - His skin is resistant to cuts, scratches, and puncture wounds-- though they can still harm him with enough force.
Additional Information:
Thick Accent - The deep southern drawl is real, y'all.
Dark Aversion - Without a flashlight, Marcus finds darkness and night deeply unsettling.
Age: 29
Ht: 5ft 4in
Build: Lithe - Athletic
Nationality: French-Nigerian
Personality Keywords: Impatient - Calm - Arrogant - Empathetic
Power: Force-field projection |
45,481 | 1,236 | 45 | 1,237 | 509 | Location: Cafeteria -> Room 8 -> OTW to Auditorium
Eliza wasn't too dazed when another new face bursts into the cafeteria having a panic. It was honestly the reaction they all should've had last night. Nevertheless, panicking wasn't going to do much for them now. They all did agree to come here seeking treatment. It was really no different than rehab, and honestly could be much better than rehab seeing that there were "luxuries" provided to them. Though Eliza didn't find any of this luxurious compared to what she was used to, it was better than nothing.
Eliza pauses for a moment between the panic, the thoughts she had about this place was condescending but at the same time trying to be understanding. It was like she was... trying to adjust. Something that her old self would throw a fit for sure. Looking back at it, she changed somewhat since the death of her father. She felt like she was becoming more sympathetic, understanding. But in truth it made her angry about that fact, she saw those traits as weak. Eliza puts down the fork in hand and leaves the cafeteria immediately leaving behind her plate. Like some of the others, she pushes past the guy shouting in confusion and starts heading to her room to find something more comfortable to wear for the tests.
On the way to her room, she sees an embarrassing complication take place as one of the girls accidentally walks in on another getting dressed. Eliza couldn't help but smirk at the girl as she runs away and bolts into her own room, obviously struck with embarrassment.
"Obviously I'm way too graceful and classy to let anything like that happen to me" Eliza thinks to herself.
Eliza gleams with a smug look on her face as she enters her room and hurriedly puts on a top brand activewear outfit That consisted of workout leggings, sports bra, freerun running shoes, and to top it off a snapback hat. It was an outfit to show off her body, but most importantly it was an outfit that said: "Look at me, do I actually work out or am I just a model for Nike™? The world will never know."
Eliza was taught growing up that your image was most important, and since it was the day they were going to be testing performance levels, all the time and money spent on top-level trainers was finally going to pay off. Contempt with her outfit of choice she leaves the room and starts making her way to the auditorium. | ELIZA NYKO
Face Claim:
Age: 22 (Dec. 15 1994)
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Height:5’7
Weight:130lb
History:
Born to a powerful family in upstate New York, Eliza had wealth, luxury, and status. She was privileged with the best education money can buy. Yet despite all of that she didn’t have power. Her older sister, Elaina, was the rightful heir to the family wealth and power. Power that controlled and influenced half of New York. It was safe to say Eliza was envious of her sister. She would then spend most of her life trying to prove her worth, proving she can be better than her sister. It ended up creating a rift between the two sisters, and causing both to become extremely vain. And through all the backstabbing, the one-upping, the ass-kissing, it seemed as if Eliza was winning the favor of their father. But before any decision was made, a car accident claimed the life of Mr. Nyko, leaving everything, all the wealth and power to Elaina and Eliza’s dream of control was shattered.
Heartbroken and defeated, Eliza wanted nothing to do with New York. Something that Elaina was happy to arrange. With that Eliza was sent to the other side of the country, but Eliza lived more lavishly in California, in a desperate effort to drown out the humiliation that followed her from NY.
Power:
Possession: Ability to take control and talk through a non-living/inanimate object. She must touch the object in order to “possess it”, her conscience then moves from her body to the object allowing her to control and move the object on her own. Since she has almost no control of this power, there are times where she accidentally/unwillingly possesses an object. She hasn’t figured out a solid way to willingly go back in her body but at the moment the only way back to her body is if someone breaks the object. (So if you see a talking pencil rolling down the hallway don’t question it and snap it.)
Other:
Never worked a day in her life other than networking connections at parties.
For some reason pencils always trigger her power and so Eliza avoids them like the plague.
Doesn’t favor commitment since all her relationships up to now ended badly.
Trainer's Appearance:
Theme: |
45,482 | 1,236 | 46 | 2,143 | 593 | Cassius "Cas" Williams | Cafeteria/Bedroom/AuditoriumInteracting:
Cassius hadn't expected the reactions he'd recieved when he'd burst in, looking for answers. The entirety of the room seemed to have no problem with being strangely locked up in a pristinely clean facility and being told they had super powers. The young man had trouble coming to grips with the things he had seen, but it didn't appear to phase anyone else. Assuming they all had the same "illness" that he did, they seemed to have settled into the mindset of "follow their instructions and they'll cure us." He swallowed heavily as the others slowly made their ways back toward the auditorium. Some of them looked at him like he was crazy, which frustrated him to no end.
He was very glad that at least two of them thought to engage in conversation with him and give him some advice. As they, too ventured towards the auditorium, Cas decided to follow them. As they walked past the numbered rooms, one opened and a girl walked out, dressed in workout clothes. She was attractive, and Cas couldn't help if his eyes lingered for a minute. As she dissapeared around the corner, Cas turned to the others that had confronted him. "Thanks, I'm going to look in my room real quick, I'll be there soon." He said, turning to look down the rows of doors until he saw his name on door 10. He opened the door and stepped into the room. The sight of the girl in the workout clothes had reminded him; the woman in the lab coat had told him that they would be conducting physical capabilities tests. He nodded to himself as he walked into the room, looking around. It looked pristine, and as he opened the closet he saw that it, too was perfectly organized. What surprised him was that every article of clothing in the closet looked like something in his own wardrobe.
"These guys really don't play..." He muttered and looked at himself in the tall mirror. He was wearing sweatpants, expensive adidas sneakers, a Louis Vuitton sweatshirt, and rolex watch - not exactly physical tests ready. He looked to the bottom of the closet where he saw a selection of shoes. He picked a black pair of nike indoor shoes that he oftened trained in and played football in. First, however, he traded his clothes for a pair of white shorts that rose above his knee in typical football style, and a black athletic shirt that clung to his torso, but still gave him room to breath. He turned and regarded himself in the mirror once more. He was definitely physically impressive. At 6'2 and 190 pounds, his the muscle in his body was clear, even through his clothes. His shoulders filled his shirt, and his legs were rippled with visible definition. He was confident of his body image, some might even say too confident.
He slipped into his shoes and walked out of his room, making his way back to the auditorium. He tried regather his thoughts and remind himself that he was here for a sole purpose - to get better and to get back to his team. He entered the auditorium and sat in an empty row, waiting for something to happen. | Name: Cassius "Cas" Williams (Pronounced - Ka-see-us)
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Appearance: Cas stands at 6'1 and weighs about 190 pounds. He is muscular, but not bulky. Cas' body is that of an athletes. He is admittedly an attractive person and is definitely liked for his appearance. He is a favorite by many fans of his Football Club because he is the club's "Pretty Boy." He hair is long but usually in a messy fashion, long on top, buzzed on the sides. He has pale skin that is accented by vibrant blue eyes.
History:
Cassius was born to a low class family in southern Texas. Most of his area was hispanic and latino, so he grew up with a nontypical American culture. As most of his area was devoted to soccer (football), Cas also took a great liking to the sport. He found that he was naturally athletic and also possessed a great natural talent for the game. His potential drove him to train hard and constantly work to improve his game. In high school, he became the town hero for leading the school's team to win their conference championship. Thanks to this success, he was offered a spot at a club in Spain, right out of high school.
After playing for the Spanish club for three years, he was drafted to play with the Chicago Fire, an American MLS Club. Joining a profesional club gave Cas the opportunity to play for a six figure salary. With jut his mom to take care of, he made sure that she never wanted for anything. Even though he wasn't the star of the Chicago Fire, he was the secondary Right Forward, which allowed him plenty of playing time. His good looks also made him a fan favorite, but not all of the attention was positive. Many people thought he was an arrogant rich boy.
As his wealth slowly increased over the next three years, he gradually began to adapt to the negative things people said about him. He drove a fast car, bought expensive clothes, partied all the time, and did whatever (or whoever) he wanted. He slowly, but surely began to loose sight of his roots, much to his mother's behest. Even though he had changed, he still did everything to take of his mother.
During a week of intense training, Cassius noticed that he felt a little bit off, and he eventually developed some mild symptoms of what he assumed was a minor case of the flu. He brushed the signs off, and kept on as normal. A week later, when the symptoms kept persisting, he ignored them and decided to play in the match that day. In the 85th minute of the match, the score tied 1-1, Cas collapsed and passed out on the middle of the pitch. He was taken to the hospital for checks and tests, and they decided that he had severe symptoms of what was similar to the flu. Desperate to get back to playing as soon as possible, Cas reluctantly took the offer from the men in suits that offered him unconventional treatment.
Power:
Heightened Senses - Cassius' abilities ramp his senses up to an incredible sensitivity. His hearing is as good as a bat's, his smell as good as a bloodhound, and his sight as good as an eagle. His heightened senses also give him rapid reaction time to events around him. However, due to the power of his senses, he is very vulnerable to sensory overload. |
45,483 | 1,236 | 47 | 2,692 | 854 | Athena Wilson | Auditorium
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Even with signs that clearly explained where everything was located, Athena had still managed to get lost a couple of times and end up in rooms that were not the auditorium. Fortunately she had not taken too long and had managed to get to the room with plenty time, as what it seemed. There was only one young man in the room, the one that had come in the kitchen shouting and baffled. He had changed and managed to get to the auditorium before Athena, which caused her to feel like an idiot. She wanted to be the first person she that she could get her thoughts in order and be able to get an understanding and a grasp on everything. Second one in wasn't too bad though.
As she picked out a place to sit, Athena called out to the new guy, her voice casual and a bit bored, "Have you calmed down now?" She finally stat down near the man, but leaving plenty of room between the two so it wouldn't be awkward. "I've been here for some time now. Longer than the others.. I have just been introduced. There's no need to worry, you're most likely here due to health concerns. At least that's what I was told about myself." She knew that she wasn't exactly telling the truth, but at the same time she did not feel as if she was lying. She had to keep her voice from either going up some octaves or completely cracking under the fact that she wanted to freak out herself because she had told herself that she wouldn't speak to anyone else. Keeping her emotions in check was her top priority as she spoke to the new man so that he wouldn't be able to suffer the same fate that the others that spoke to her suffered. Athena cleared her throat and made eye contact with the man's icy blue eyes. In a way it felt as if she was looking at her own eyes through a mirror. Creepy almost. "My name is Athena. Please refrain from shouting around me."
The brunette turned her own blue eyes away from him and crossed her arms before slumping a bit in her seat. She knew the others would be walking in soon and she didn't want them to hear her speak again. Especially after she knew that the one young man with glasses, Bailey from what she had heard, knew about her now. Or at least suspected. | Name: Athena Wilson
Age: 22 | December 15th, 1994
Gender: Female
Sexuality: She believes she is Asexual
Personality: Athena is short and curt with most people, giving hardly anyone the satisfaction of having a full conversation with her. Her brutal honesty and lack of patience is due to having led all her life on the run with her mother. She had to learn the hard way that she could never have any real friends, or be close to anyone, because as soon as she'd get comfortable, they'd have to leave. Though she does have a lack of people skills, Athena loves children and animals. To her, they're all that's good in the world and loves their sense of innocence. Her trust is not easily given, but can be earned. Once she sees that certain people can be trusted, she will relax slightly, but still her peoples skills are poor and hopes that those around her will be patient with her.
Appearance: Standing at 5'6" with a slim build yet she is not petite, her eyes are the nearly the same as her father's, probably the only thing she got from him; blue. Her hair is long, brunette, and wavy, falling to her waist. Typically, Athena will be dressed in anything black, her hair almost always up either in a slick ponytail or a sock bun. She dresses in a matter that if anything were to happen, she'd be ready for it.
Powers: Athena has the ability to make herself sound and look like the loved one of whomever is around her. How she is able to do it is unknown. The theory that her father had come up with (and was correct about) was that Athena's mind would involuntarily read the minds of those around her and would pick a cherished person to imitate. Most likely it was a form of self-defense. Although it wasn't much to go on, it's what she was raised believing. Even though her father would simply say she would 'bewitch' those around her. To this day, Adriano continues to do research on this ability. Aside from this, a sense of minor telepathy is how it could be labeled as. This is how she is able to make herself sound and look like someone else. This ability is hardly powerful and will never grow to be anything more than a mere way for her primary ability to work. It runs in the family through the maternal side.
Weaknesses and limitations: Athena's ability is strictly defensive. She is unable to harm anyone with it. Once she uses her ability, she can only use it on one person. For example, if she is being attacked by a group of people, only one person from the group will be able to actually see and hear their loved one, but everyone else can see and hear Athena as herself. This typically will make the person almost act hypnotized and want to defend their 'loved' one. As for her telepathy, she will never be able to fully use it or understand it. She's still mastering her ability, so it will sporadically happen. This was the main reason that her and her mother had to move so frequently and she was home schooled.
Abilities: Athena has a talent with working with knives and blades. In a fight, she will prefer her blades rather than a gun. She can speak fluent Spanish, Greek, and of course English. She can also understand sign language. Besides that, she can make a mean grilled cheese.
Other: She doesn't like vulgar language so she would prefer not to use it.
History: Athena can not remember most of her youth. All she remembers is that she had been living with her mom, constantly on the move and always in very secluded and isolated areas. Only once of twice had she ever lived in an actual city, and that was only for a short amount of time. She never understood why they couldn't just settle down in one spot so that she could make friends and be normal like the other kids her age.
It wasn't until she was 14 that she truly understood why. Her power was nothing to mess around with, and since she had no control over it, they had to take their extra precautions. Whenever she had the chance, she'd always ask her mom about her father. The response would always be, "He chose work", and she never understood that either until she was in her teens. In her eyes, her father did not know how to handle a daughter with abilities and saw her as an abomination. Juliette, her mother, never stopped her from having these thoughts. The worse Athena thought of the man and her sister, the better, so that Athena would never get the idea of going after him.
For many years, Athena hated Adriano and Maribeth, although her mother said that it was not Mari's fault. Either way, Athena thought that Adriano chose Maribeth over her because her younger sister was 'normal'. |
45,484 | 1,236 | 48 | 2,143 | 593 | Cassius "Cas" Williams | Cafeteria/Bedroom/AuditoriumInteracting:
Cassius had thought others would be the in the auditorium, but he seemed to be the first one to reach the room. He sat in silence for a moment, but quickly fell victim to impatience. His hand drifted to his wrist to mess with his watch, as he often did, but he realized he had left it in his room. He sighed, then leaned back in his chair. His boredom was thankfully satiated as a new person entered the room - the girl that had stormed out of the cafeteria.
She sat down asking him if he had calmed down, to which Cassius gave a short laugh. "Externally, yeah." He said, looking over at her. He was surprised when he looked her in the eyes, as he noticed that she had piercing blue eyes, just like his. It was an odd factor that he had trouble getting past, mentally. He was slightly perplexed when she said that had just been introduced to the other patients, and that she had been around much longer. "So I assume you think you have superpowers, too?
He regarded her for a brief moment, one that a person took to themselves and seemed to last minutes in their own mind, but in reality only lasted a second. She was pretty, but her face seemed nearly expressionless, and that threw him off. He tried to decipher the girl, but he couldn't really see much. He gathered that she was probably very concerned with her body image, as she wore all black clothing. Black made you look slim, especially with females. Other than that, she didn't leave much to be deciphered. It was rather impressive how neutral her demeanor was, but Cassius could tell it was forced. The only thing he could garner from that was the fact that she was obviously disconnected from her emotions by choice, and probably feared them. He decided he would try again at a later time, and rested his gaze. He extended his hand to shake, saying, "Name's Cassius Williams." | Name: Cassius "Cas" Williams (Pronounced - Ka-see-us)
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Appearance: Cas stands at 6'1 and weighs about 190 pounds. He is muscular, but not bulky. Cas' body is that of an athletes. He is admittedly an attractive person and is definitely liked for his appearance. He is a favorite by many fans of his Football Club because he is the club's "Pretty Boy." He hair is long but usually in a messy fashion, long on top, buzzed on the sides. He has pale skin that is accented by vibrant blue eyes.
History:
Cassius was born to a low class family in southern Texas. Most of his area was hispanic and latino, so he grew up with a nontypical American culture. As most of his area was devoted to soccer (football), Cas also took a great liking to the sport. He found that he was naturally athletic and also possessed a great natural talent for the game. His potential drove him to train hard and constantly work to improve his game. In high school, he became the town hero for leading the school's team to win their conference championship. Thanks to this success, he was offered a spot at a club in Spain, right out of high school.
After playing for the Spanish club for three years, he was drafted to play with the Chicago Fire, an American MLS Club. Joining a profesional club gave Cas the opportunity to play for a six figure salary. With jut his mom to take care of, he made sure that she never wanted for anything. Even though he wasn't the star of the Chicago Fire, he was the secondary Right Forward, which allowed him plenty of playing time. His good looks also made him a fan favorite, but not all of the attention was positive. Many people thought he was an arrogant rich boy.
As his wealth slowly increased over the next three years, he gradually began to adapt to the negative things people said about him. He drove a fast car, bought expensive clothes, partied all the time, and did whatever (or whoever) he wanted. He slowly, but surely began to loose sight of his roots, much to his mother's behest. Even though he had changed, he still did everything to take of his mother.
During a week of intense training, Cassius noticed that he felt a little bit off, and he eventually developed some mild symptoms of what he assumed was a minor case of the flu. He brushed the signs off, and kept on as normal. A week later, when the symptoms kept persisting, he ignored them and decided to play in the match that day. In the 85th minute of the match, the score tied 1-1, Cas collapsed and passed out on the middle of the pitch. He was taken to the hospital for checks and tests, and they decided that he had severe symptoms of what was similar to the flu. Desperate to get back to playing as soon as possible, Cas reluctantly took the offer from the men in suits that offered him unconventional treatment.
Power:
Heightened Senses - Cassius' abilities ramp his senses up to an incredible sensitivity. His hearing is as good as a bat's, his smell as good as a bloodhound, and his sight as good as an eagle. His heightened senses also give him rapid reaction time to events around him. However, due to the power of his senses, he is very vulnerable to sensory overload. |
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Auditorium
Everyone slowly filtered into the auditorium, mostly sitting apart although not at complete opposite ends of the room. Now that they had all spoken there was less mutual suspicion going on, at least for the most part. By the time Arthur arrived Athena and Cassius had already sat down and were talking, although the conversation looked pretty stilted. Choosing not to interrupt he walked down the aisle and then slipped into a row mid way down that was currently unoccupied.
Not long after the final members of the group filed in did the research lady from the previous day bounce her way in, a wide smile across her face.
"Good morning, all! I hope those of you who stayed here last night got some rest, although I understand it might be hard to begin with under the circumstances." She spun her clipboard up into her hand and glanced down it, nodding to herself and muttering as she ran through whatever was on it. "So first things first, we need to take some quick blood samples from you all to see how much the medicine is slowing the progression of your mutation. We need to finely tune it to each individual so that it moves at a safe and controllable pace. After that we'll break for a quick snack and a drink, get your blood sugar levels back up, and then we'll be doing some basic fitness trials."
The projector clicked on as she pressed a button on the remote, hitherto hidden in her lab coat pocket. Pictures of a small gym appeared on the screen with lots of monitoring equipment around the fitness machines. Mostly they looked to be cardio focused machines but there were a few weights available by the look if it as well.
"There is a gym you can all use at your leisure but we'll be using smaller rooms to conduct individual tests for now. You'll be partnered with a trainer who will take some baseline stats from each of you so we can monitor any drastic or sudden changes in your body's makeup or activity."
She clicked again and the projector turned off. A group of individuals, not wearing biohazard suits like the first lady, walked into the room and stood at the front just behind her. Gesturing to them, a mix of men and women in their early thirties, at most, the lady in the lab coat smiled.
"These will be your trainers. They'll be with you throughout the process so we can get consistent results on any changes going on in you. They've all been through this before themselves so they'll be immune to your illness." Clapping her hands, she pranced away and out of the room, leaving the new tutors with their dazed pupils.
One of them, a man standing at least a towering 6' 7" with a broad chest rippling with muscle under a tight shirt and shorts, stepped forwards with a clipboard that looked comically small in his massive hand. He glanced at it then cast his gaze across the room, storm grey eyes falling upon Arthur.
"Arthur Seymour. You're with me, come." His accent was a thick Russian one and although he spoke fluently his tone was clipped and short; commanding. Arthur stood up without protest and followed the huge man out of the auditorium's main doors and up the hallway to the right, previously locked, and then into another corridor with several doors along it. None of them were labelled in any discernible way but the hulking giant of a man before Arthur seemed to know precisely where he was going and walked halfway down the corridor before pushing into a room exactly like the one the lady researcher had shown them before.
"We'll do the blood test first, then you have a break. Then we come back and do some exercise." The man lifted up several electrodes that were laid out on the running machine to show Arthur. "We'll use these to get a baseline for you. After that we keep track through cameras and sensors in the facility as well as regular check ups. Understood?" He was business like in his approach, not cold or uncaring, but efficient and he seemed like he was itching to get on with things.
For Arthur that worked perfectly so he nodded, sitting down on the chair the man gestured at and rolling up his sleeve to expose his arm. He hadn't really had to have blood tests taken before, although he'd given it plenty of times, but he was surprised with the care the huge man took in fitting the strap higher up his arm and then in choosing a healthy vein. Quickly he drew two vials of blood before handing Arthur a cotton ball to blot the small hole and then a small circular plaster to put on once the bleeding finished.
"Get a snack and drink lots. We have water but nothing else in here, could interfere with the results. Come back in... twenty five minutes and we begin."
The man opened the door and gestured for Arthur to go, which he did, although once he was back in the main corridor with the auditorium a bit further down he wondered how he was meant to know which room to go back to. | Arthur Seymour
Height: 5' 9"
Age: 25 (born 11 October, 1992)
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
History: Born and raised in England to a Welsh mother and an English father, Arthur grew up with a split nationality which could only be properly described as 'British'. At home equally in any part of Great Britain, although his parents reside in the richer counties of the south, he has moved around several parts for education and work before settling in the southern, and affluent, city of Bath.
At a young age he refused the opportunity to attend a prestigious selective (grammar) school in the next town over, despite passing the exam he was almost forced to do by his primary school, on the grounds that he disagreed with the elitism of the whole affair. His parents were both politically active and proudly called themselves social activists, despite their careers being traditionally the reserve of the very conservative and right-leaning upper classes.
He went to the University of Cambridge on a scholarship, his parents rich enough to pay his tuition in full so that he wasn't saddled with debt, and left with a First Class Honours in history before joining the department of History in the small, rural Welsh coastal town of Aberystwyth as a research lecturer. He teaches primary school (7-11) children two days week and the rest he spends giving lecturers to undergraduates at the university or following up on his own research projects.
Conscious of the contact he has with students, children and other at risk groups, he immediately checked in with a doctor about the illness he had been experiencing to seek advice on how to best avoid spreading it if his ailment was infectious. A day later and the people in bio-hazard suits appeared informing him that he was to be taken to a secure facility because his illness was more than it seemed.
Power: Hydrokinesis - the ability to shape or control water. While not a particularly original ability, it suits Arthur well due to its reliability and flexibility in almost all circumstances. At the lowest level he can move small bodies of water (like a cup of water) but will be able to steadily increase the volume of water he can control as well as the precision to which he can control it, shape it and even change its state. |
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Athena had found herself suddenly surprised by the young man's question. "Superpowers?" She had let her facade break as she reached to shake his hand and tried to wonder why on earth anyone would ever call her type of disorder a 'superpower'. "No, I don't think I have a superpower. I have a disorder which can be cured. They said that it can." The young brunette quickly caught herself as she began explaining her reasons of being in the facility. "It's nice to meet you, Cassius.... Hope you don't mind me giving you a nickname." She let go of him and went back to folding her hands just under her chest. "I think Cass will do. Your name sounds intimidating, for some reason. You don't look to intimidating." Athena smirked a bit before winking at the young man, then turning her attention to the others that made their way inside, followed by the staff members.
As the young woman watched with an intensity that only she could understand, she realized that she would know continue her studies but while awake. 'They probably need this to happen so they can compare me to everyone else', she thought as she listened closely.
Once everything was said and done, Athena got up and off of her seat before her name was even called. She went straight to the man that had motioned for her. He was tall and lean, yet had a nice muscular tone to him. His skin was a caramel brown and his hair was in a neatly kept military cut and his eyes a hazel-green color that she just couldn't really identify. "Ms. Wilson, we'll just take some blood for now. Physical exam comes afterwards." His voice was deep enough to cause her to shake her head willingly and feel as if he had the utmost authority, even if he was just a trainer of some sort.
She had never been big on needles, so when it came down to her blood being drawn, her stomach twisted and turned and caused her tan skin to pale in the most unnatural way.
"Don't worry, we're done. Go hydrate and I'll see you in thirty minutes in the assigned room."
Athena once again nodded and sucked in a deep breath through her clenched teeth. She was in no state to get up and begin to walk as her vision was blurred out and the room around her kept spinning. Holding on to the walls, Athena was able to make herself out into the hallway and downward back towards where the auditorium. She was certain there would be more to their little meeting but she couldn't walk fast enough. With her hand steadily pushing against the wall, the woman kept a steady yet slow pace, all while working on her breathing to keep her from fainting. | Name: Athena Wilson
Age: 22 | December 15th, 1994
Gender: Female
Sexuality: She believes she is Asexual
Personality: Athena is short and curt with most people, giving hardly anyone the satisfaction of having a full conversation with her. Her brutal honesty and lack of patience is due to having led all her life on the run with her mother. She had to learn the hard way that she could never have any real friends, or be close to anyone, because as soon as she'd get comfortable, they'd have to leave. Though she does have a lack of people skills, Athena loves children and animals. To her, they're all that's good in the world and loves their sense of innocence. Her trust is not easily given, but can be earned. Once she sees that certain people can be trusted, she will relax slightly, but still her peoples skills are poor and hopes that those around her will be patient with her.
Appearance: Standing at 5'6" with a slim build yet she is not petite, her eyes are the nearly the same as her father's, probably the only thing she got from him; blue. Her hair is long, brunette, and wavy, falling to her waist. Typically, Athena will be dressed in anything black, her hair almost always up either in a slick ponytail or a sock bun. She dresses in a matter that if anything were to happen, she'd be ready for it.
Powers: Athena has the ability to make herself sound and look like the loved one of whomever is around her. How she is able to do it is unknown. The theory that her father had come up with (and was correct about) was that Athena's mind would involuntarily read the minds of those around her and would pick a cherished person to imitate. Most likely it was a form of self-defense. Although it wasn't much to go on, it's what she was raised believing. Even though her father would simply say she would 'bewitch' those around her. To this day, Adriano continues to do research on this ability. Aside from this, a sense of minor telepathy is how it could be labeled as. This is how she is able to make herself sound and look like someone else. This ability is hardly powerful and will never grow to be anything more than a mere way for her primary ability to work. It runs in the family through the maternal side.
Weaknesses and limitations: Athena's ability is strictly defensive. She is unable to harm anyone with it. Once she uses her ability, she can only use it on one person. For example, if she is being attacked by a group of people, only one person from the group will be able to actually see and hear their loved one, but everyone else can see and hear Athena as herself. This typically will make the person almost act hypnotized and want to defend their 'loved' one. As for her telepathy, she will never be able to fully use it or understand it. She's still mastering her ability, so it will sporadically happen. This was the main reason that her and her mother had to move so frequently and she was home schooled.
Abilities: Athena has a talent with working with knives and blades. In a fight, she will prefer her blades rather than a gun. She can speak fluent Spanish, Greek, and of course English. She can also understand sign language. Besides that, she can make a mean grilled cheese.
Other: She doesn't like vulgar language so she would prefer not to use it.
History: Athena can not remember most of her youth. All she remembers is that she had been living with her mom, constantly on the move and always in very secluded and isolated areas. Only once of twice had she ever lived in an actual city, and that was only for a short amount of time. She never understood why they couldn't just settle down in one spot so that she could make friends and be normal like the other kids her age.
It wasn't until she was 14 that she truly understood why. Her power was nothing to mess around with, and since she had no control over it, they had to take their extra precautions. Whenever she had the chance, she'd always ask her mom about her father. The response would always be, "He chose work", and she never understood that either until she was in her teens. In her eyes, her father did not know how to handle a daughter with abilities and saw her as an abomination. Juliette, her mother, never stopped her from having these thoughts. The worse Athena thought of the man and her sister, the better, so that Athena would never get the idea of going after him.
For many years, Athena hated Adriano and Maribeth, although her mother said that it was not Mari's fault. Either way, Athena thought that Adriano chose Maribeth over her because her younger sister was 'normal'. |
45,487 | 1,236 | 51 | 2,587 | 440 | Marcus Bradley Location: Auditorium
Dazed, Marcus opened his eyes, then blinked slowly. A firm hand was upon his shoulder. He looked up to who it was attached to then swallowed hard. An intimidating woman, her hair cut close to the scalp, glared at him with dark eyes, from a dark skinned face, and a rather unamused smirk on her lips. Curtly, with a thick french accent, she asked, "Marcus Bradley-- are you done with your nap?" As she leaned away from him, Marcus rubbed his eyes, then cleared his throat. "As everyone has already proceeded on with their examinations--" she paused then chuffed "--which you have no idea, of what I am talking about. An update. Follow me." In response to a beckoning gesture from her, Marcus frowned, a deep line forming between his brows. At his hesitation, she curtly told him, "Up. Come. On your feet. You are due for examinations and a blood test. These things will be completed now." Again she gestured for him to stand, with notably more impatience, "There is no time to waste." A sigh escaped Marcus and he pushed himself to his feet. When he shook his head at her, Marcus figured she probably didn't see the gesture, as she'd already began walking as soon as he stood.
Warily, Marcus looked around the auditorium, then figured he was just so tired he didn't recall coming here. Last he knew, he had been standing in the cafeteria, but here he was. Clearly he had missed something important but oh well, it didn't matter now, he figured... but you know what mattered? This woman, standing at the door to the auditorium, holding it open for him, with an annoyed look on her face. While he had many questions for her, Marcus figured only one was important, and only one he should ask. She looked older than him-- everyone sort of did so far-- so that explained why she was treating him like a child, probably. He halted when he stood in the doorway, then realized he was taller than her, which was odd, because Marcus felt as if he were being looked down on.
Clearing his throat, Marcus gathered the courage to ask his question-- "What's your name?"
She held her chin higher then told him, "Nkiru. I will be your trainer for the duration of your time here." Marcus nodded once, satisfied with the straight-forward answer, then walked through the door. He trailed behind Nkiru as she lead him down a hall, then another hall, then into a room, and Marcus felt nervous. When Nkiru gestured for him to be seated, she told him, "First a blood draw-- two vials-- then you will commence a few, ah, physical tests." Quickly and without Marcus' protest, Nkiru drew the blood, then instructed him to, "Hydrate then come back in twenty minutes." Marcus sighed but didn't move. Nkiru arched a brow then asked, "What are you waiting for?"
Marcus really wanted to take a nap in the chair, but he complied. With a bit of haste, Marcus exited the room, tried to note it's location, then began walking toward his room. A twenty minute nap was needed. | Name:
Marcus Todd Bradley
Age:
20 - May 9th 1997
Gender:
Male
Sexuality:
Asexual
Appearance:
\\5ft 8in - 140lbs\\
Marcus looks tired. Bags beneath his eyes could display the contents of a hardworking life-- lower-middle class and full of farming and fieldwork. A crown of dreadlocked hair rests upon his head, flowing down to his shoulder-blades, and usually held back only by sheer luck or the occasional hairband. Marcus has a lithe figure, unimpressive in height, that possess the work muscle for plowing. All of his facial features could be described as weak, rounded, a little feminine, and almost handsome. He walks about with his hands in his pockets and abysmal posture-- actually having developed a permeate curvature of the spine from constant slouching. His skin is the dark brown of freshly turned soil and bears scars around the elbows and knees from plenty of childhood roughhousing.
History:
Marcus was born and raised in Corinth-- a farming town no one could find on a map. He is the oldest of four children. All his life, he has worked the fields at his mother's side, focused on learning everything he possibly could from her. Marcus took it to heart when, one day, a farm down the road burned down, killing the one person responsible for maintaining the field, and leaving the family without any way to recover income. Marcus has sought to learn the trade and to educate his siblings in that regard as well.
He's lived an uneventful life-- home schooled with early starts to his days and late nights. His mothers raised him as well as they could, though they often struggled to make ends meet. As soon as he was able, Marcus took a job at a local grocery store and did as much as he could to bring in funds to the household. Everything was going well up until Marcus became ill. Soon after, they came from him, explaining that he needed to go with them to live in the facility. Though his parents told him not to worry about their situation, Marcus still couldn't help but feel deep guilt at being removed from his household but, then again, they said it was for the best, right?
Power:
Tough Skin - His skin is resistant to cuts, scratches, and puncture wounds-- though they can still harm him with enough force.
Additional Information:
Thick Accent - The deep southern drawl is real, y'all.
Dark Aversion - Without a flashlight, Marcus finds darkness and night deeply unsettling.
Age: 29
Ht: 5ft 4in
Build: Lithe - Athletic
Nationality: French-Nigerian
Personality Keywords: Impatient - Calm - Arrogant - Empathetic
Power: Force-field projection |
45,488 | 1,236 | 52 | 994 | 197 | Bailey Collins
Location
Auditorium
Interacting with
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As they had reached the auditorium, Bailey sought a seat apart from the others for the first time. Twice he had been caught off guard this morning, between the odd girls apologies and then the intense stare down from the boy, Bailey's nerves had started to frey. He had hoped to have some space to mentally prepare him for what may come next. Questions and scenarios shot off at rapid fire, going from one possibility to the next. Would they torture them? Give them some sort of medicinal boost? Would there be experiments? Bailey's mind was a treasure trove of curiosity.
Luckily, he didn't have to wait long before the woman from the previously stepped out and greeted them. He listened, almost disappointed, to her quip about the days activities. 'Blood work and some exercise? That's hardly bad at all.' Bailey let out a pent up breath as his body relaxed.
"Bailey Collins?" a soft voice caught his attention. As the rest of the group was pairing off with their trainers, Bailey scanned the line before his eyes rested on the upturned face of a cheery woman. Instantly he felt his face grow flush as rose to go meet his trainer. "You alright, dear? You look a little flushed." the woman inquired as Bailey approached. Her voice was smooth, a little deeper than most women his age but it wasn't her voice that had caught him so off guard but rather her appearance.
Bailey nodded silently, eyes boring a hole into the space between his feet. "Okay then, well I am Emma Lythe but you may call me Emma or Em. After all, we'll be spending quite a bit of time together." Emma let out of a light chuckle as she started to walk away. Bailey, who's mouth suddenly felt like the Sahara desert, blindly followed behind her. Looking up he noted how easily he overshadowed Emma, even with the heels she wore Bailey was a good foot taller than the woman.
"In this room, please."
Bailey could hear the smile in her voice and his heart squeezed a little tighter as he stepped quickly around her. "Alright, just take a seat. It'll be a quick prick, then I'll need you to go get something to eat and drink. Then when you get back we'll start the physical part of your test. Sound good?" He gave her a curt nod before settling into his chair.
"You know, when I read your file, I didn't take you for the shy type. You haven't said a word to me nor have you even looked at me." Emma prodded as she gathered the necessary equipment. "Its not very nice, you know."
Sighing, Bailey forced himself to look up. His face turning darker as he watched a smile slid across her face. "I'm sorry." He muttered sheepishly.
"There you are." Emma replied brightly, moving in to quickly stick her patients arm. From here Bailey could see her face more closely, notice the fine lines that creased around her eyes when she talked. The little wisps of hair that has fallen from the neat bun that perched high on the back of her head. More importantly he could see the myriad of colors in her eyes, what once was simple grey slated eyes were now flecked with bits of blue and surprisingly splashes of pale yellow.
Emma looked up at him, catching his intense gaze and smiled. 'Oh god, even her eyes smiled.' his heart battered in his chest.
"You know, you could've just told me what was bothering you." Emma scolded as she placed a bandaid on his arm, "Lots of people are uneasy with needles and blood. I would've given you a stress ball or something."
Bailey couldn't help but let out a small laugh at her. Glad that she had mistaken his flustered state for a phobia, at least in that way he didn't seem so awkward. "Sorry, didn't want to seem like a wimp." Bailey chuckled. He looked up at her, surprised to see a scowl plastered across her lips and her brows furrowed in disapproval.
"Mr. Collins, we are here to insure that you develop safely and with little hassle. For me to do my job correctly I need you to be open and honest. You must take this seriously."
'More misunderstanding.' he sighed internally, it wasn't like he could outright say that he was acting out of sorts because she was beautiful. No matter how true that statement was. Even now, with her visage of disapproval, his heart still squeezed lightly when he looked at her too long. "Who would've thought your type was older chicks?"
Bailey stood up quickly, attempting to be fluid but only managing to stumble slightly before getting his bearings. "Careful!" Emma had reached out to catch him if he had fallen, her voice now riddled with worry, "I took a good bit of blood, you'll need to refrain from quick movements until you can get some food and rest." She motioned towards the door in a polite dismissal.
Bailey didn't hesitate, wanting to our some distance between himself and the woman. As he got into the hallway he wandered down, looking for the vending machine that, that boy had raided this morning. | Name: Bailey Collins
Age: 24 Years Old
DOB: September 9, 1993
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Theme
History
Welcome to lower class suburban hell, where to the outside world everything looks peaches and cream but in reality- you're drowning in stasis and college debt. Bailey was nothing more than your average American boy with bright dreams and who wanted to believe that he had the right to shape and mold the young minds of the masses. What he didn't realize at the time was that not only did his dream career pay out very little but it often came with little to no gratitude. Not that he minded at the moment but he couldn't help but to feel a little bitter as he stumbled through his first shot of student teaching. The kids didn't care, that was a fact he as forced to come to terms with almost immediately and those who did care lacked the courage to put the class clowns in their places. Alas, this was his passion. Bailey had dreamed of being a teacher for as long as he could remember. Well, a professor but everyone had to start somewhere. For him it was at the NUI, a decent little college located a town over from his home. This allowed Bailey to cut the cost of dorm life and stay at home while working on his studies.
Of course, university was not cheap. Despite applying to numerous scholarships at the end of it all he was left with a hefty sum. Several student loans later and one soul sucking job in customer service, Bailey had finally made it- well, at least to the unpaid world of student teacher. Where he awkwardly scribbled down notes while fending off invasive questions from the high schoolers. Overall; he had to admit he was still excited about each day and those naive dreams he started out with still burned somewhere in his depths.
Power
Bailey's power is induced paralysis. Through the power of his touch, Bailey is able to momentarily render the muscle and nerves in a state of paralysis, which applied to a major muscle such as the heart can prove to be fatal. Otherwise it can leave the victim subject to the loss of movement, speech and even feeling.
Other
Bailey is legally blind in his right eye due to a fire cracker incident when he was six. He has some vision without his glasses but mostly just vague shapes and some color. His left eye has near perfect vision but his depth perception is shot which leaves him to bumping into things or dropping objects he simply meant to put down. |
45,489 | 1,236 | 53 | 2,143 | 593 | Cassius "Cas" Williams | Auditorium/Examination Room/HallwayInteracting:
Cassius concluded one thing by the time he finished talking to Athena - She was odd. Not weird, but jut a little off from most people. It puzzled him, and only gave him more questions about who she was. When everyone filed in, she gave him a wink that he couldn't decipher - was it mischievous, flirtatious, or serious? Normally when girl's made such gestures to him, he could tell what they wanted or what they were willing to give him. Athena, however, simply didn't cease to puzzle him. He turned his attention to the people in charge as they explained who things would go down.
Athena was the first to be beckoned by a trainer - hers being a monstrous, muscular man. He still seemed pleasant, however, as he guided her from the room. Next his saw the guy who'd spoke to him earlier - Bailey - be confronted by a woman that looked like a bit of a supermodel (Cassius would know). As he waited for his name to be called, he sat back, wondering who they would pair with him. His question was answered when a feminine voice snapped, "Cassius Williams, come with me."
Cass turned his head to see who the voiced belonged to and was met by a young asian woman. He face had one look on it - No Games. He stood and walked to the aisle to join her. "I'm Mei Lon. This way." She said curtly. She wore black leggings and a maroon tank top which exposed her shoulders and back muscles. He was surprised to see that her shoulders and back were completely rippled with muscle, and she looked like she knew her way around a weight room. She led him through a winding series of corridors until they reached a room with a chair and medical equipment.
"Please, sit down." She said curtly, and Cass moved towards the chair.
"What are we doing-"
"Please, sit. We are drawing blood." She snapped, firing so many alarms in Cassius' head, that he wanted to snap right back. He sat down with an annoyed shake of his head.
"I thought we were going to do physical tests, too." Cassius said, leaning back in the chair.
"If you could refrain from asking questions, we will be done here as soon as possible. I want to be here just as little as you do." She picked up a needle and a tube from a silver tray and began to prep it for injection. Cassius stifled a brief laugh.
"Then why are you here?" He probed, trying to avoid getting into an argument with this woman.
"Because the higher-ups think you I can handle whatever crap you decide to give me." To that, Cassius chuckled, leaning his head back and staring up at the ceiling.
"Yeah I'm sure you think you know me." Cass muttered with evident irritation. Mei Lon dropped the Needle on the tray and turned to face him, not a hint of anything but apathy in her face.
"Cassius Roman Williams, age 24. You're a professional soccer player for the Chicago Fire. You're from Texas but you lived in spain for some time. You're a bit of a playboy with loose morals, you like fast cars, and you're a bit of a hothead, as I can now see." She delivered the facts with rapid succession. "And you would do anything for your mother's sake." She added, picking up the needle again.
"Okay, so you did your homework." Cassius said. "What about you? Don't I get to know something about you-" He was cut short as Mei Lon jabbed the needle into his arm.
"Sure. I'm your trainer. Surprise." She said, then began working. The rest of their interactions were silent, as Cassius really didn't know what to say. She would obviously have nothing more to do with him than she had to. When she finished the tests, Cassius slowly brought himself up; he knew the drill. She placed a circular plaster over the needle wound and led him back to the main corridors without giving another word. Cassius looked around and spotted Bailey again, wandering as though he were lost.
"How'd your super hot trainer treat you?" | Name: Cassius "Cas" Williams (Pronounced - Ka-see-us)
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Appearance: Cas stands at 6'1 and weighs about 190 pounds. He is muscular, but not bulky. Cas' body is that of an athletes. He is admittedly an attractive person and is definitely liked for his appearance. He is a favorite by many fans of his Football Club because he is the club's "Pretty Boy." He hair is long but usually in a messy fashion, long on top, buzzed on the sides. He has pale skin that is accented by vibrant blue eyes.
History:
Cassius was born to a low class family in southern Texas. Most of his area was hispanic and latino, so he grew up with a nontypical American culture. As most of his area was devoted to soccer (football), Cas also took a great liking to the sport. He found that he was naturally athletic and also possessed a great natural talent for the game. His potential drove him to train hard and constantly work to improve his game. In high school, he became the town hero for leading the school's team to win their conference championship. Thanks to this success, he was offered a spot at a club in Spain, right out of high school.
After playing for the Spanish club for three years, he was drafted to play with the Chicago Fire, an American MLS Club. Joining a profesional club gave Cas the opportunity to play for a six figure salary. With jut his mom to take care of, he made sure that she never wanted for anything. Even though he wasn't the star of the Chicago Fire, he was the secondary Right Forward, which allowed him plenty of playing time. His good looks also made him a fan favorite, but not all of the attention was positive. Many people thought he was an arrogant rich boy.
As his wealth slowly increased over the next three years, he gradually began to adapt to the negative things people said about him. He drove a fast car, bought expensive clothes, partied all the time, and did whatever (or whoever) he wanted. He slowly, but surely began to loose sight of his roots, much to his mother's behest. Even though he had changed, he still did everything to take of his mother.
During a week of intense training, Cassius noticed that he felt a little bit off, and he eventually developed some mild symptoms of what he assumed was a minor case of the flu. He brushed the signs off, and kept on as normal. A week later, when the symptoms kept persisting, he ignored them and decided to play in the match that day. In the 85th minute of the match, the score tied 1-1, Cas collapsed and passed out on the middle of the pitch. He was taken to the hospital for checks and tests, and they decided that he had severe symptoms of what was similar to the flu. Desperate to get back to playing as soon as possible, Cas reluctantly took the offer from the men in suits that offered him unconventional treatment.
Power:
Heightened Senses - Cassius' abilities ramp his senses up to an incredible sensitivity. His hearing is as good as a bat's, his smell as good as a bloodhound, and his sight as good as an eagle. His heightened senses also give him rapid reaction time to events around him. However, due to the power of his senses, he is very vulnerable to sensory overload. |
45,490 | 1,236 | 54 | 1,237 | 509 | Location: Auditorium -> Hallway
Eliza took a seat in the auditorium and waited silently for the activity to start. She wondered what kind of test that te facility would have them do. Another question on the mind was when they were going to show signs of these so called "powers". Although that question has always been on her mind since last night when the woman in the lab coat demonstrated hers. While they were waiting, Eliza took notice of the new guy that earlier, had been panicking in the cafeteria. He was conversing with the girl that Eliza was cautious of before. His clothes were also of brand name, even the Louis Vuitton sweatshirt hinted that he had money before coming to the facility. He was not only good-looking but was fit as well. In other words, he caught Eliza's eye. But not in a way that she felt the need to throw herself at him. It was quite the opposite, he was a person that could expose her background. If she could clearly see that he was wealthy, no doubt that he could do the same.
"It's best if I avoid him for now, I should lay low so that others can like me for just me." Eliza turned her attention away from the two and towards the front where the woman in the lab coat walks in with a group of people who weren't wearing biohazard suits.
After she explained to them that the group of people standing behind her were their trainers, Eliza couldn't help but perk up just a little. She hoped she would get a cute male or female trainer. Names are being called and Eliza looked at the selection until her eyes rested upon a female trainer who's appearance clearly stood out. She was smaller frame but had a cute vibe to her, Eliza couldn't take her eyes off of the trainer.
Eliza waited for the female trainer to call out a name - hopefully, call for Eliza. She gripped the armrest of the seat in anticipation. But it was the voice of a man that threw her off.
"Eliza Nyko this way please." The voice came from a man that wasn't ugly, but nothing stood out about him. He had medium length, dark shaggy hair but his face had only one emotion to it - annoyance. He wasn't even wearing any activewear clothing, He looked like an elementary school teacher rather than a trainer. But it still caused Eliza's heart to sink. She slowly stood up from her seat, her head turned to the attractive female trainer as she calls out Bailey's name. Eliza couldn't help but heavily sigh and frown.
"Whatever, there's bound to be more attractive people anyway." The comforting thought was interrupted by an annoyed sigh from her trainer as she walked up to him.
"Those of us that actually work don't have forever to wait you know." The way that was phrased threw Eliza off. The tone of his voice also had Eliza wondering if this man already doesn't like her. There was no time to question it as the trainer leads her to a separate room.
On the way there Eliza couldn't help but try and spark up a conversation - after all, she's stuck with him throughout this whole "process."
"Mind if I ask for your name? Since we'll be uh- "working" together?" Eliza's question caused the man's face to contort to a look of disgust.
"I hope you're joking." The man sneered as he leads her into the room.
"I'm sorry?" For a second Eliza's tone converted into that of a valley girl.
The man rolls his eyes as he preps the equipment to draw her blood.
"I read your file, Ms. Nyko. I know your background and your family. I happen to come from New York myself, so I know what your family does, and the crap they pulled. That isn't going to work here." The trainer's rant left Eliza in a shock, she couldn't even form words as he plunges the needle into her arm. She was more confused than mad. Though it was surefire that she would feel anger later.
"I-" The trainer cut her off with more of his ranting.
"I remember when they called you "Princess of New York". What a joke. But then they assigned me to you which is an even bigger joke." He scoffed.
Once the blood work was finished he cleaned up the equipment and turned back to her.
"Your wealth can't buy you out of here Ms. Nyko. You're stuck here, now go get a snack or whatever then come back in about 25 minutes for more testing." The trainer rushes her out the door and closes it behind her.
Eliza couldn't help but clench her fists and storm off.
She heads for the vending machine where on the way she spots Bailey and the new guy who seemed to be conversing. Too angry to remember that she should be avoiding the new guy, Eliza approaches them with her arms crossed.
"Anyone want to switch trainers with me? I'm pretty sure mine is out for my neck." Eliza exclaimed to both of the guys.
--- | ELIZA NYKO
Face Claim:
Age: 22 (Dec. 15 1994)
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Height:5’7
Weight:130lb
History:
Born to a powerful family in upstate New York, Eliza had wealth, luxury, and status. She was privileged with the best education money can buy. Yet despite all of that she didn’t have power. Her older sister, Elaina, was the rightful heir to the family wealth and power. Power that controlled and influenced half of New York. It was safe to say Eliza was envious of her sister. She would then spend most of her life trying to prove her worth, proving she can be better than her sister. It ended up creating a rift between the two sisters, and causing both to become extremely vain. And through all the backstabbing, the one-upping, the ass-kissing, it seemed as if Eliza was winning the favor of their father. But before any decision was made, a car accident claimed the life of Mr. Nyko, leaving everything, all the wealth and power to Elaina and Eliza’s dream of control was shattered.
Heartbroken and defeated, Eliza wanted nothing to do with New York. Something that Elaina was happy to arrange. With that Eliza was sent to the other side of the country, but Eliza lived more lavishly in California, in a desperate effort to drown out the humiliation that followed her from NY.
Power:
Possession: Ability to take control and talk through a non-living/inanimate object. She must touch the object in order to “possess it”, her conscience then moves from her body to the object allowing her to control and move the object on her own. Since she has almost no control of this power, there are times where she accidentally/unwillingly possesses an object. She hasn’t figured out a solid way to willingly go back in her body but at the moment the only way back to her body is if someone breaks the object. (So if you see a talking pencil rolling down the hallway don’t question it and snap it.)
Other:
Never worked a day in her life other than networking connections at parties.
For some reason pencils always trigger her power and so Eliza avoids them like the plague.
Doesn’t favor commitment since all her relationships up to now ended badly.
Trainer's Appearance:
Theme: |
45,491 | 1,236 | 55 | 1,833 | 2,419 | Sienna Morris
Current Location: Auditorium -> Testing Room -> Cafeteria
Filling into the auditorium with the denizens of the faculty, Sienna took her place nearby the other patients, but far enough where she could use the arm rests without trouble during the meeting. Some of the denizens were already conversing with one another, but by the time Sienna was settled, the meeting had begun. The lab coat woman mentioned that they would take some blood to see how well the medicine was working, take a quick break, and then start the exercise trials. Everything seemed straightforward to Sienna, and for the most part, she had no problems with the plan. Even the air force needed medical information for their pilots, and if the scientists truly intended to stop their illness, there was no reason to deny them the information.
Next, the woman motioned towards a group of unsuited men and woman, hardly any older than those that were sitting in the auditorium chairs. According the scientist, they were to be their trainers, monitoring any bodily activity change and would help them get through the difficulties of everything that needed to tested. Fair enough. The idea of a personal trainer is interesting. Sienna figured, her eyes darting to the line of men and women to their side as she wondered which one of them were hers.
Shortly after the scientist lady disappeared, a well-built man beckoned Sienna forward. The man was obviously taller and more muscular than the native Californian, yet the man reflected the same attitude that Sienna radiated. He appeared confident with his appearance, and even a bit charming for the ladies. The man was everything, almost dreamy perfect and the epitome of masculine prowess.
"First Lieutenant Sienna Morris, it will be a pleasure working with you." The man stated, offering his hand for Sienna to shake. The accent was undeniably from the fly over states, and it was clear that Sienna's trainer was a man born and raised in the heart land of America. He had even included her rank, which had made Sienna smile after the two had shaken hands. To the both of them, it was a meeting of two people from the land of the free and home of the brave.
The man, introducing himself as Ashton Hodge, began to explain what was to be done as the two walked into the testing room. Ashton motioned for Sienna to sit as he began to prep the vials and needle for blood extraction. Sitting down on one of the chairs with lowering arm rests, the blood drawing was done with relative ease, as Sienna was used to having blood drawn in the past for physicals and other needed medical information. No flinching at all, it was a poke and done.
"And we're done. Go to the others and rest until it's time for your physical." Ashton explained, sending Sienna off on her way after a short farewell. Walking down the hallway, Sienna went searching for the rest of the group, believing they would be around the vending machines for a quick snack.
Finding Bailey, Eliza and the newcomer surrounding the vending machines, Sienna waved to them as she approached. Eliza and the newcomer seemed to be conversing about how their trainers treated them, while Bailey was analyzing the machine in front of him. "It seems I lucked out to get someone friendly enough to work with. Sienna lowered her voice. "Through, I think he is one of those needy guys, you know? One of those that would do anything to get the girl." Sienna jested, as if it was all just a joke. | Player - Character - Room Number
Current:
Poi - Sienna Morris - 17
HecateProxy - Bailey Collins - 11
Jinxer - Arthur Seymour - 15
KimmiNinja - Eliza Nyko - 8
Utrax - Marcus Bradley - 4
CyanideSweetie - Caebyn Danvers - 13
Wolverbells - Athena Wilson - 12
SheriffLlama - Cassius Williams - 10
GhastlyInc - Eli O'Dell - 2
Dropped:
AnnieTimeNow - Rachel Jones - 20
Ornatur - Thomas Falch - 16
Link to House of Powers Discord
Facility
Bedrooms are numbered odds on the left and evens on the right as you face the hallway from the cafeteria, one and two the closest rooms. |
45,492 | 1,236 | 56 | 2,587 | 440 | Marcus Bradley Location: Hallway... | Interaction:
A yawn escaped Marcus as he made his way down the hallway, admitting he was a bit lost. Well-- not anymore it seemed. Upon turning a corner, he noticed the hallway became slightly more familiar, with there being the auditorium doors to his left. Now he knew exactly where he was and... he...
One of the others were making their way down the hall and she seemed to be having a hard time of it. Part of Marcus felt as if she were somehow familiar, but he couldn't put his finger on why. Sure, he'd seen her this morning-- right? That was the new girl, the one with the long brown hair, and the weird eyes. Something about light colored eyes always made Marcus feel a bit uncomfortable-- he chalked it up to his slight fear of cats. He never could get over being basically mauled by one that fell out of a tree in the woods...
"Mom-- it was a cougar!"
"... a calico cougar?"
Shaking the thought from his head as he neared her, Marcus felt oddly compelled to help her, but he dug his heels in against the feeling. So instead of reaching out toward her, as he felt he should, Marcus walked up next to her then tilted his head.
Realizing he didn't quite recall her name, Marcus gently cleared his throat, then asked, "Do you need help?"
She looked like she was having trouble walking and Marcus found it odd. Had they taken more blood from others? It was just two tiny vials-- that didn't do much. From what he understood, the hydration's purpose was solely for the fitness-- not because this was a massive blood draw, right? Then again... Marcus tensed slightly after asking that question, suddenly feeling foolish. Why was he trying to help her? Hadn't he come to the conclusion that he didn't want to even talk to these people? Marcus looked away from her then frowned, suddenly not feeling up to chat, but he felt obligated to offer his arm, were she to ask for it. | Name:
Marcus Todd Bradley
Age:
20 - May 9th 1997
Gender:
Male
Sexuality:
Asexual
Appearance:
\\5ft 8in - 140lbs\\
Marcus looks tired. Bags beneath his eyes could display the contents of a hardworking life-- lower-middle class and full of farming and fieldwork. A crown of dreadlocked hair rests upon his head, flowing down to his shoulder-blades, and usually held back only by sheer luck or the occasional hairband. Marcus has a lithe figure, unimpressive in height, that possess the work muscle for plowing. All of his facial features could be described as weak, rounded, a little feminine, and almost handsome. He walks about with his hands in his pockets and abysmal posture-- actually having developed a permeate curvature of the spine from constant slouching. His skin is the dark brown of freshly turned soil and bears scars around the elbows and knees from plenty of childhood roughhousing.
History:
Marcus was born and raised in Corinth-- a farming town no one could find on a map. He is the oldest of four children. All his life, he has worked the fields at his mother's side, focused on learning everything he possibly could from her. Marcus took it to heart when, one day, a farm down the road burned down, killing the one person responsible for maintaining the field, and leaving the family without any way to recover income. Marcus has sought to learn the trade and to educate his siblings in that regard as well.
He's lived an uneventful life-- home schooled with early starts to his days and late nights. His mothers raised him as well as they could, though they often struggled to make ends meet. As soon as he was able, Marcus took a job at a local grocery store and did as much as he could to bring in funds to the household. Everything was going well up until Marcus became ill. Soon after, they came from him, explaining that he needed to go with them to live in the facility. Though his parents told him not to worry about their situation, Marcus still couldn't help but feel deep guilt at being removed from his household but, then again, they said it was for the best, right?
Power:
Tough Skin - His skin is resistant to cuts, scratches, and puncture wounds-- though they can still harm him with enough force.
Additional Information:
Thick Accent - The deep southern drawl is real, y'all.
Dark Aversion - Without a flashlight, Marcus finds darkness and night deeply unsettling.
Age: 29
Ht: 5ft 4in
Build: Lithe - Athletic
Nationality: French-Nigerian
Personality Keywords: Impatient - Calm - Arrogant - Empathetic
Power: Force-field projection |
45,493 | 1,236 | 57 | 536 | 192 | Caebyn -Bynie- DanversBynie was one if the last few to make it into the she walked by the snoozing man shr figured a little late wasnt the worse to be. She was half tempted to wake him up but she had noticed before that he had purposefully kept himself separate from the group and she wasn't sure if he would react kindly to her bothering him, even for this. She stupid there a moment, hesitating and then made awkward eye contact with the woman she had walked in on while she was changing. She seemed to only be scanning the room and her eyes didn't particularly linger on Bynie but the slight glance had Bynie diving for a seat, blushing furiously. Why did these things always happen to her?
She listened to the cloning woman intently, and watched as a group of people walked in and then separated, one heading straight for each of them. A man not much older than her walked up. He was covered in tattoos but he had a kind smile. "Hey there," he said extending a hand in welcome. "Im Felix, I'll be your capture today" he chuckled at his own joke and Bynie couldnt help but grin. She exchanged niceties with him for a moment but then he waved her on to 'take care of buisness'. She was glad for his humor, as she hadn't been doing a very good job of making friends in the short while she had been there. Standing up to follow him she avoided eye contact with the others so she didn't have to look at the girl that probably thought she was a pervert.
Felix sat her down and busied himself with preparations,"we will only be doing some very basic tests today; drawing your blood, checking your vitals, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. But I wanted to give you a heads up, if you ever need someone to talk to, it if you have any questions, im your guy. I understand how overwhelming this can be," he rolled his eyes with a laugh, "believe me."
Bynie smiles," Thanks that means alot."For some reason she was feeling too bashful to bombard him with all the questions that had been swimming around since her detainment. Then again she had had quite the embarrassing morning and her brain was probably just saving her further torment.
She watched as Felix moved around with ease, administrating the tests with the random witty quip here and there. He had dark hair that was shaved on the sides but long enough to be slicked back on the top. The afore mentioned tattoos started on the back of his hands and disappeared underneath his pushed up sleeves only to reappear at his neck, stopping at the line of his jaw. She couldn't make out a lot out them without closer inspection but she did recognize a few Disney themed ones. He was much more put together than she could ever know how to be!
He snapped get out of her daze with a finger snap right in front of her face. "Earth to, Bynie, hellooooo come in Bynie!"
"Oh! Uh, what?" She stuttered idiotically.
Felix threw his arms up in triumph. "Planet Bynie has life!!!" He called dramatically.
She rolled her eyes with a grin, "hey! It's been a long day!"
His smile became softer,"I know it has champ, just hold in there. Gets some orange juice and a cookie to help you feel better. But don't rat on me I'm technically only supposed to give you water." He shrugged, "Anyway I think your group had probably made its way to the snack machine by now, go ahead and head that way!"
She nodded, taking the cookie in one hand ava the OJ in the other she thanked him syncs walked out. Making her way down the hall she approached her group in time to hear then talk about their trainers."mines too good to be true," she muttered. "He must be gay!" | Caebyn ( Bynie) Danvers
"If you don't have something nice to say, then say something witty and sarcastic"
Age: 23; Febuary 14th 1994
Gender:Female
Sexuality:Bisexual
Appearance:Bynie is either all our nothing when it comes to her clothes, she's either wearing a cute ruffled dress or sweats.She has a weakness for cute things and cusses like a sailor, especially when she gets mad or excited. She's not initially very tall only standing at 5'3. She has never been in a serious relationship due to the 'flighty'ness instilled in her as a kid. She has a broad sense of humor and often cracks jokes soley for her own amusement
History:Bynie's parents separated when she was ten, but it wasn't a huge deal. She learned to live two separate lives based on whose house she was stuck at. The biggest issue was that they lived on opposite costs so her parents would swap every school year, one at her dad's, one at her mom's this caused her to not have very many close friendships.
She lived a pretty average , happy life until her dad remarried, the woman was closer to her age than his (but then again what can you expect from southern Cali) . For some reason the woman hated her, causing arguments between her and her dad over made up situations, this continues to this day. Bynie had been at her dad's visiting when the step-monster walked in on her vomiting. Running to her father about her being bulimic it took Bynie hours to convince her dad that she just wasn't feeling well, that it must be altitude sickness or something. By the next day the Bitch had convinced her dad she was pregnant. Peeing on a stick wasn't enough to discredit the accusations so just for the sake of making her step mother look stupid she went and got a blood test done to prove that she was not, in fact, pregnant. She just had a bug. Or so she thought until the suits came and picked her up the next day.
Power:Self- Mass Manipulation; she is able to shrink or grow herself |
45,494 | 1,236 | 58 | 994 | 197 | Bailey Collins
Location
Cafeteria
Interacting with
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Bailey jumped slightly as Cass' voice caught him unaware,"Oh, haha. She's- well, she seems nice." he blustered. Feeling the heat rise to color his cheeks once more. 'Why'd I have to get her?' he moaned, though the better part of him was actually slightly pleased that he would be getting to work with Emma. She's seemed so warm in comparison to the rest of the staff.
"So, uh, how was your trainer?" Bailey tried to shift the topic off himself and onto the newcomer. They didn't have much of a chance to chat before going to the auditorium and after this mornings confusion, Cassius seemed to be taking the situation a little easier
Another voice chimed in before Cass had a chance to respond, a young woman that Bailey recognized from the first day. "No luck, Eliza?" He smiled at her, welcoming the distraction. "Its kind of exciting though, though to be honest I kinda expected something more," Bailey paused, searching his addled brain for the word, "Ahhh, sci-fi. Yeah, science fiction." Not that he was complaining about a little blood draw and some exercise. Bailey might be a little on the scrawny side but he was actually in pretty decent shape. Looking over at Cassius he could feel his ego deflate a little, maybe not as good in shape as that guy but at least he wouldn't be dying within the first few minutes.
"Hey." Bailey greeted Sienna as she appeared listening to her comment about her trainer. "Seems like there's all sorts of characters here, maybe you and Eliza could switch?" he joked. | Name: Bailey Collins
Age: 24 Years Old
DOB: September 9, 1993
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Theme
History
Welcome to lower class suburban hell, where to the outside world everything looks peaches and cream but in reality- you're drowning in stasis and college debt. Bailey was nothing more than your average American boy with bright dreams and who wanted to believe that he had the right to shape and mold the young minds of the masses. What he didn't realize at the time was that not only did his dream career pay out very little but it often came with little to no gratitude. Not that he minded at the moment but he couldn't help but to feel a little bitter as he stumbled through his first shot of student teaching. The kids didn't care, that was a fact he as forced to come to terms with almost immediately and those who did care lacked the courage to put the class clowns in their places. Alas, this was his passion. Bailey had dreamed of being a teacher for as long as he could remember. Well, a professor but everyone had to start somewhere. For him it was at the NUI, a decent little college located a town over from his home. This allowed Bailey to cut the cost of dorm life and stay at home while working on his studies.
Of course, university was not cheap. Despite applying to numerous scholarships at the end of it all he was left with a hefty sum. Several student loans later and one soul sucking job in customer service, Bailey had finally made it- well, at least to the unpaid world of student teacher. Where he awkwardly scribbled down notes while fending off invasive questions from the high schoolers. Overall; he had to admit he was still excited about each day and those naive dreams he started out with still burned somewhere in his depths.
Power
Bailey's power is induced paralysis. Through the power of his touch, Bailey is able to momentarily render the muscle and nerves in a state of paralysis, which applied to a major muscle such as the heart can prove to be fatal. Otherwise it can leave the victim subject to the loss of movement, speech and even feeling.
Other
Bailey is legally blind in his right eye due to a fire cracker incident when he was six. He has some vision without his glasses but mostly just vague shapes and some color. His left eye has near perfect vision but his depth perception is shot which leaves him to bumping into things or dropping objects he simply meant to put down. |
45,495 | 1,236 | 59 | 1,142 | 1,143 | Arthur Seymour
Interacting: No one directly.
It seemed to Arthur that reception to their trainers was mixed, some feeling lucky with who had been chosen to tutor them and others less than happy about who they were stuck with. He himself had no strong feelings about his own trainer, an impassive man who didn't appear to have any particularly noticeable character traits beyond being Russian. Most residents, and tutors, appeared to be from the States as far as he had seen so far. Arthur wondered how he had become infected, seeing as at least most of the others were from the same continent even if they were still from far across it.
Shaking away his thoughts, they were of no use without more information to make useful deductions, he made his way to the kitchen and quickly brewed himself a cup of tea. Grabbing some biscuits on the way out he took a seat at one of the tables and ate the biscuits in between taking sips from his still scalding hot tea. He was lost in thought as others arrived to view the snacks available from the vending machines, considering everything that happened so far. So far they knew very little, although everything that the researchers had said seemed logical, at least on the basis that the core issue was valid: that they had powers caused by an infectious illness.
He took another sip, locking his worries away for now. They still knew so little and he had yet to get a proper read on those who ran the facility. Suspecting that his own tutor would continue to be as impassive as he had been so far, Arthur cast his eyes over the other residents, wondering how he could gather information without alerting the researchers. If they were honest then all was fine and they had nothing to fear.
If they were lying to them then that begged the question: what and why were they doing? And how could they make it out?
With a sigh, he realised that it was coming up on time to return and he pushed himself to his feet, swallowing the last of his tea and popping the final piece of biscuit into his mouth. After returning the crockery to the kitchen he walked back in the direction of the auditorium and the private session rooms, nodding at the other residents as he passed, too consumed by his thoughts to enter into much conversation for now.
Upon returning to the room his tutor, still nameless to him, nodded towards the treadmill and held up a fistful of electrodes. Arthur let the man place them across his body and then stood onto the machine. He started on a low setting worked his way up, letting his body warm up as the muscles got used to the strain he was putting them under; he was in good shape but his days as an athlete were long gone and he exercised less than half the amount he used to.
The tutor occasionally changed settings on the treadmill, adjusting the speed up or down as well as the elevation and taking notes on whatever he saw on his computer screen, presumably displaying feedback from the electrodes on Arthur's body. After a good twenty minutes the tutor signalled for Arthur to slow his pace down and climb off the treadmill before nodding his head at one of the weight machines.
They carried on this like for roughly half of the machines in the small room before, finally, the tutor put down his clipboard and pen, signalling for Arthur to stop but made no suggestion that he should move onto another task.
"That's it for today, Arthur. Tomorrow we will use the other machines and then we will start from the beginning the day after. Your body needs strength to fight this illness, to control it. You are not in poor shape but you can be better. Go and relax now, you are free until this evening."
Arthur nodded, exhausted, and walked out of the room feeling as if his body was ready to fall into a puddle at any moment. Sure, he'd been running and to the gym in recent months but nothing like that full workout. He had a sense that, at least with his tutor, it wasn't just about measuring his vitals and keeping him fit; the end goal was to make Arthur as fit as he could possibly be to maximise his chances of beating the ailment afflicting him. At least, that was the story the tutor was giving him.
Making it to his room, Arthur stripped off his sweat soaked clothes and then stood under a maximum temperature shower, letting the scalding hot water roll off his head and shoulders, soothing his muscles screaming out for relief. Reluctantly, he left the shower and changed into clean clothes, before noticing there was a folder on his desk that hadn't been there before.
Curious, he approached the desk and opened the folder carefully, seeing a stack of papers inside. Instantly his eyes were drawn to the logo at the top left, the insignia of the university he lectured at, and pulled the pile of papers out and cast his eyes down the paperwork submission form. There was a sticky note attached to the top paper and he pulled it off, reading the words written large on it.
Apparently they insisted you mark their work as usual - we'll collect it from your room when you're done!
With a small smile, Arthur scooped up the paperwork and grabbed a small container off his desk before heading from his room to the lounge area. He liked to be somewhere more open when he marked work, rather than cooped up in an office and that was the same here, his room felt too isolated and confined.
Pushing his way into the lounge he glanced around the luxurious room before his eyes fell on a fully stocked bar. Leaving the file on a table he circled round to the other side of the bar and found a kettle and an all singing all dancing coffee maker and made himself a quick brew before returning to his chosen table and sitting down with a sigh, looking at the pile before him.
Despite everything, this small piece of normality was reassuring and, after a moment's contemplation, he leaned forwards and opened the folder, pulling out the first paper and turning the top page over. | Arthur Seymour
Height: 5' 9"
Age: 25 (born 11 October, 1992)
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
History: Born and raised in England to a Welsh mother and an English father, Arthur grew up with a split nationality which could only be properly described as 'British'. At home equally in any part of Great Britain, although his parents reside in the richer counties of the south, he has moved around several parts for education and work before settling in the southern, and affluent, city of Bath.
At a young age he refused the opportunity to attend a prestigious selective (grammar) school in the next town over, despite passing the exam he was almost forced to do by his primary school, on the grounds that he disagreed with the elitism of the whole affair. His parents were both politically active and proudly called themselves social activists, despite their careers being traditionally the reserve of the very conservative and right-leaning upper classes.
He went to the University of Cambridge on a scholarship, his parents rich enough to pay his tuition in full so that he wasn't saddled with debt, and left with a First Class Honours in history before joining the department of History in the small, rural Welsh coastal town of Aberystwyth as a research lecturer. He teaches primary school (7-11) children two days week and the rest he spends giving lecturers to undergraduates at the university or following up on his own research projects.
Conscious of the contact he has with students, children and other at risk groups, he immediately checked in with a doctor about the illness he had been experiencing to seek advice on how to best avoid spreading it if his ailment was infectious. A day later and the people in bio-hazard suits appeared informing him that he was to be taken to a secure facility because his illness was more than it seemed.
Power: Hydrokinesis - the ability to shape or control water. While not a particularly original ability, it suits Arthur well due to its reliability and flexibility in almost all circumstances. At the lowest level he can move small bodies of water (like a cup of water) but will be able to steadily increase the volume of water he can control as well as the precision to which he can control it, shape it and even change its state. |
45,496 | 1,236 | 60 | 1,237 | 509 | Location: Hallway -> Testing Room -> Room 8
A good number of them were gathered at the vending machines conversing about their trainers and such. Eliza grabbed a bottle of juice and crackers from the machines before returning her attention to the rest of the conversation. At the mention of how friendly Sienna and Bynie's trainers were, Eliza couldn't help but feel a tinge of jealousy. She cut back in when Bailey jokes about switching trainers.
"I wish, my trainer seems to have some sort of vendetta against me, like I murdered his family or something."
She runs a hand through her hair and gives a smirk to everyone nearby.
"If any of your trainers are..."too much" for you guys I'll be happy to take them off your hands." She gives them all a small wink before turning away and walking back to the examination room.
The walk back, Eliza couldn't help but go through her mind the possibilities of why her trainer seems to hate her so much. His concerns weren't necessarily about herself but rather her family. It was more like he was cautious and expecting her to act like her family. He wasn't bad looking, and if he was running her tests, she'd rather act passive and tolerant than to give him a reason to be a thorn in her side. Eliza opens the door to see the trainer setting up a series of machines.
"Oh great. You're back." The man ushers her to stand on the treadmill next to him.
Eliza stayed silent as she sets her feet on the treadmill.
The man stands on the side of the treadmill and starts sticking electrodes on her sides, startling her.
"I could do this myself you know." Eliza snaps, taking the rest of them from him and sticking the remaining on herself.
"Oh please, I'm just doing my job, don't take it as something else." The trainer rolls his eyes as he pulls out a tablet.
"We'll do a sort of physical test on each of these machines and it'll be recorded onto this tablet." After explaining he taps a command on the tablet which started the treadmill at a slow walking speed.
"This isn't so bad." Eliza thought to herself.
But within a minute the slow walking speed turned into a power walk, then a jog. It only picked up the pace after that. It wasn't long until she was forced to break out into a full on sprint. Eliza expected for the pace to slow down but it remained at a sprinting speed for what felt like forever.
"D-don't...you..think... this... is...too...fast?!" She managed to yell in between a short bursts of breaths.
The treadmill them dramatically slows down back to a walking pace causing Eliza to almost topple and crash onto the front of the machine. She gives the man a stink eye while holding back some choice words.
"Let's move on." The man ignores her malicious eyes before stopping the treadmill completely.
The rest of the tests didn't go as crazy as the first one did. But at the end she was too exhausted to even think.
"We'll finish the rest of the tests another day. Though I'm surprised that all that money spent on personal trainers and you still did average." The man remarks but Eliza was too busy catching breathes to retaliate. Before he said another word he walks to a counter and walks back with a bottle of water in hand.
"I suggest you go rest until the evening. I'll see you tomorrow." He hands her the water which she gladly accepts as she rushes to leave the room.
Eliza wasted no time finishing the water in the bottle, surprised that it wasn't riddled with poison. She hasn't been this exhausted from physical activity since her night spent with... never mind. Eliza avoids having her thoughts drift off to unpure memories as she opens the door to her room. Covered in sweat, she undresses and hops into the shower. It was to her surprise that they even stocked the bathroom with top of the line bathing products. The hot water pleasantly hits her skin as she sings a song to pass the time.
--- | ELIZA NYKO
Face Claim:
Age: 22 (Dec. 15 1994)
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Height:5’7
Weight:130lb
History:
Born to a powerful family in upstate New York, Eliza had wealth, luxury, and status. She was privileged with the best education money can buy. Yet despite all of that she didn’t have power. Her older sister, Elaina, was the rightful heir to the family wealth and power. Power that controlled and influenced half of New York. It was safe to say Eliza was envious of her sister. She would then spend most of her life trying to prove her worth, proving she can be better than her sister. It ended up creating a rift between the two sisters, and causing both to become extremely vain. And through all the backstabbing, the one-upping, the ass-kissing, it seemed as if Eliza was winning the favor of their father. But before any decision was made, a car accident claimed the life of Mr. Nyko, leaving everything, all the wealth and power to Elaina and Eliza’s dream of control was shattered.
Heartbroken and defeated, Eliza wanted nothing to do with New York. Something that Elaina was happy to arrange. With that Eliza was sent to the other side of the country, but Eliza lived more lavishly in California, in a desperate effort to drown out the humiliation that followed her from NY.
Power:
Possession: Ability to take control and talk through a non-living/inanimate object. She must touch the object in order to “possess it”, her conscience then moves from her body to the object allowing her to control and move the object on her own. Since she has almost no control of this power, there are times where she accidentally/unwillingly possesses an object. She hasn’t figured out a solid way to willingly go back in her body but at the moment the only way back to her body is if someone breaks the object. (So if you see a talking pencil rolling down the hallway don’t question it and snap it.)
Other:
Never worked a day in her life other than networking connections at parties.
For some reason pencils always trigger her power and so Eliza avoids them like the plague.
Doesn’t favor commitment since all her relationships up to now ended badly.
Trainer's Appearance:
Theme: |
45,497 | 1,236 | 61 | 994 | 197 | Bailey Collins
Location
Cafeteria - testing room - pool
Interacting with
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Bailey nodded and smiled where he felt appropriate as he idly snacked on his bag of chips. A good portion of them had gathered together around the vending machine, 'Huh... I wonder where she is?' He had watched the halls for her to appear and while one after the other had made their way, still no Athena. Sighing inwardly he brought himself back from his thoughts only to notice that the group had started to disperse already.
"Is it time to go back already?" Bailey commented, looking around for a clock. "Well, I'll see you guys later!" flashing them a broad smile before trodding off down the halls. Already, Bailey could feel his heart flutter in his chest as made his way back to his testing room. He tried to shake his nervousness away but only managed to make himself even more on edge. 'No need to be nervous, Bailey. She's just a person...just like you,' he tried to convince himself before opening the door,'An incredibly attractive person, oh shit.'
Emma was sitting at a little desk, engrossed with the charts that were laid out before her. Bailey took a moment to take her all in, trying to quell the stammer in his chest. More bits of auburn hair had escaped her bun, falling softly to the side of her cheeks. "We come back, Bailey." she called from her desk without looking up. "I hope you are enough as we're going to be moving onto the physical portion next." Emma smiled as she looked up at him and adjusted her glasses.
"I didn't know you wore glasses." Bailey commented as he stepped in.
"Oh, these? These are just for reading. Got to love fine print." Emma joked as took them off, setting them on the desk. "Alright, I'm going to need you to remove your shirt." Bailey's brain stammered over the information. His hands twitched as he shot her a surprised look.
Emma laughed, a wonderful soulful laugh, as she studied Bailey's confusion. Without a word she moved over to a cabinet and pulled out a cluster of wires with little square lads attached. With a bemused smirk she turned back to the young man, "Come on now, we don't have all day." beckoning Bailey over.
Bailey complied with a stunned look as she helped him out of his shirt and began to hook him up. His mind was swirling with the faint scent of flowers and coffee that emitted from the woman's skin and clothes. So ensnared in their closeness he hadn't even noticed that she had cranked up the speed on the treadmill until he was panting.
How long had he been running? Bailey wasn't paying attention as he lost himself in all the impossible situations his mind had managed to cook up. "Come on, you can do better." Emma's voice broke his concentration. Was that a hint of sharpness to her tone? Bailey's broads furrowed as he huffed along, sweat beginning to pour down from his brow.
"Come on, Bailey."
No, there it was again. A demanding clipped tone that wasn't there before. Bailey's legs began to burn and his lungs pleaded for him to stop as he watched her crank up the speed once more. Now Bailey was full out running, harder and longer than he ever had before. All while Emma stood back, arms folded firmly across her chest with a calculated look across her face. Without a word she stepped up and shut off the machine.
Bailey stumbled off, breathing heavy as he body sung with relief.
"Well done, Mr. Collins." the sharpness had melted back to her previous sweet tone as Emma helped take off the wires, "We're done for the day. Why don't you go hit the pool area and cool down? If not, feel free to indulge in any of the resources out facility has to offer." Emma handed Bailey his shirt and made her way back to her desk, scribbling away as she had dismissed him.
Bailey wiped away the sweat that matted his hair and stepped outside. Actually, a swim didn't sound too terrible at the moment. Though his legs protested each step as he made his way to the pool room. Looking around it didn't seem like anyone else had decided to come. 'I wonder if they have any suits around here?' he wondered as he poked around the room. Sighing, Bailey couldn't even find a changing room let alone some suits. Common sense dictated they'd probably be in his room but Bailey was tired, sweaty and hot and that water looked so inviting.
Glancing around quickly, Bailey tool off his glasses and stripped off his shirt once again. He tucked his glasses away along with his socks and shoes to the side of the room before giving himself a small moment to take in a deep breath as he barreled towards the water and jumped in.
Relief flooded him instantly as the cool water enveloped him. Quickly,Bailey swam back up the surface and paddled to the edge where he let his arms hols him afloat. 'Now this is nice...' | Name: Bailey Collins
Age: 24 Years Old
DOB: September 9, 1993
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Theme
History
Welcome to lower class suburban hell, where to the outside world everything looks peaches and cream but in reality- you're drowning in stasis and college debt. Bailey was nothing more than your average American boy with bright dreams and who wanted to believe that he had the right to shape and mold the young minds of the masses. What he didn't realize at the time was that not only did his dream career pay out very little but it often came with little to no gratitude. Not that he minded at the moment but he couldn't help but to feel a little bitter as he stumbled through his first shot of student teaching. The kids didn't care, that was a fact he as forced to come to terms with almost immediately and those who did care lacked the courage to put the class clowns in their places. Alas, this was his passion. Bailey had dreamed of being a teacher for as long as he could remember. Well, a professor but everyone had to start somewhere. For him it was at the NUI, a decent little college located a town over from his home. This allowed Bailey to cut the cost of dorm life and stay at home while working on his studies.
Of course, university was not cheap. Despite applying to numerous scholarships at the end of it all he was left with a hefty sum. Several student loans later and one soul sucking job in customer service, Bailey had finally made it- well, at least to the unpaid world of student teacher. Where he awkwardly scribbled down notes while fending off invasive questions from the high schoolers. Overall; he had to admit he was still excited about each day and those naive dreams he started out with still burned somewhere in his depths.
Power
Bailey's power is induced paralysis. Through the power of his touch, Bailey is able to momentarily render the muscle and nerves in a state of paralysis, which applied to a major muscle such as the heart can prove to be fatal. Otherwise it can leave the victim subject to the loss of movement, speech and even feeling.
Other
Bailey is legally blind in his right eye due to a fire cracker incident when he was six. He has some vision without his glasses but mostly just vague shapes and some color. His left eye has near perfect vision but his depth perception is shot which leaves him to bumping into things or dropping objects he simply meant to put down. |
45,498 | 1,236 | 62 | 1,833 | 2,419 | Sienna Morris
Current Location: Cafeteria -> Testing Room -> Pool
Grabbing a bottle of water and a protein bar from the vending machines, Sienna shrugged at Bailey and Eliza. "I'm not sure if they'll let us switch partners. You might just have to push through it." Sienna casually explained, unscrewing the cap to the water bottle with a flick of her wrist. Lifting it upwards, Sienna chugged the water bottle effortlessly, and she finished the last drops with a squeeze, crinkling the plastic. Shifting her body towards a nearby trash can, Sienna took a moment to aim with the bottle in her hands, shooting the bottle into the bin. "Come on, come on..." Sienna muttered, watching the plastic bottle roll around the edge of the trash can as if she was on the edge on her seat.
For others, it may have seemed a childish game, but for Sienna, it was a nail-biting experience. Eventually, the bottle had fell into the trash can, and Sienna breathed a sigh of relief as she clenched her fist like the moment was something pivotal. "Yes!" Sienna exclaimed, perhaps too loudly. Her eyes darted to those nearby, and it had appeared no one noticed her grow excited over tossing a bottle into the trash, or so Sienna had thought. By then, it was time for the facility's populace to disperse and return to the testing rooms. Looking down to the protein bar, Sienna realized that she had forgot to eat something while watching the heat of the moment trash-ball game. Quickly ripping the package open, Sienna waved goodbye to those still remaining with the protein bar hanging out of her mouth.
Gnawing the protein bar like a ravenous dog, Sienna devoured it before she arrived to the door of the testing room. Gently wiping off any crumbs that might remain before entering, Sienna walked inside and exchanged greetings with Ashton once more. "Sienna, I'm going to attach these wires to your body, and we'll measure your physical fitness with them, alright?" Ashton explained after the two had exchanged a handshake. With a nod from Sienna, Ashton began to attached the wires onto her body, although he had left it up to Sienna to attach some of them in certain areas. Once the wires were attached, Ashton swirled around in his rolling chair back to his desk and picked up the tablet, with a hand motioning for Sienna to step on the treadmill.
With a tap of a finger, the speed started off slow and easy. A slow walk to begin, as if it was a warm up. However, it wasn't long until the speed increased into a power walk, which Sienna still had no problems to deal with. In order to join the air force, Sienna was required to be fit and healthy at all times, so being fat and lazy was hardly a choice. In reality, Sienna never had a problem with being overweight, mainly due to her high metabolism and the constant running she had done in the past while trying to escape from an angry friend of hers after doing something dumb and stupid. Eventually, the speed began to increase, turning into a jog and then a full-on sprint. It was exhausting and Sienna was certainly sweaty, but she knew how to control her breathing in times like this.
Finally, after what had seemed an eternity, the testing was finished. "And we're done. I'll process the results for you. In the meantime, why don't you go cool off somewhere, Sienna? I hear the pool is nice." Ashton replied to Sienna, helping her remove the wires from her body. The wires came off almost effortlessly, no doubt covered in sweat that had poured from Sienna during the jog. Once they were fully removed, Sienna said her farewells and left Ashton to his work. Deciding to take up his suggestion, Sienna made way to where the pool was located within the facility. Looking around inside the pool, Sienna noticed that there were signs of someone being inside, but fatigue was overwhelming her vision as she was unable to locate the person.
With a shrug, Sienna decided to take a dip in the pool anyway. It's probably just another person being treated in the facility. Sienna thought, removing her exercise clothes to reveal a blue bikini that she had chosen to wear underneath. Sienna had half the mind to visit the pool after the testing, and Ashton's suggestion had cemented her decision. Stetching her limbs, Sienna climbed on to the diving board and walked along it until she reached the end. With a bounce and another leap, Sienna jumped off the board, landing with a big splash into the water. Finding the cool water relaxing, Sienna swam until she reached the other side of the pool, popping out of the water with a relaxed sigh once she touched the wall. | Player - Character - Room Number
Current:
Poi - Sienna Morris - 17
HecateProxy - Bailey Collins - 11
Jinxer - Arthur Seymour - 15
KimmiNinja - Eliza Nyko - 8
Utrax - Marcus Bradley - 4
CyanideSweetie - Caebyn Danvers - 13
Wolverbells - Athena Wilson - 12
SheriffLlama - Cassius Williams - 10
GhastlyInc - Eli O'Dell - 2
Dropped:
AnnieTimeNow - Rachel Jones - 20
Ornatur - Thomas Falch - 16
Link to House of Powers Discord
Facility
Bedrooms are numbered odds on the left and evens on the right as you face the hallway from the cafeteria, one and two the closest rooms. |
45,499 | 1,236 | 63 | 2,587 | 440 | Marcus Bradley Location: Hallway -> Testing Room -> Games Room
Nervously, Marcus looked up and down the hallway. Athena seemed to be growing weaker as he stood there. Maybe there was someone else in the hall that could help her-- why him? Why did he have to be here now when-- THUNK. Marcus nearly leapt out of his skin at the sound. He looked toward Athena then took a step back. She was laying face first on the ground, motionless and soundless. Without a moment of hesitation, Marcus was on the move. Seriously-- why him? There were so many other people that could have been in this position that probably should have been in this position but-- him? He had to be the one around the girl that passed out? Who wanted to be around people that passed out anyway? Who-- oh-- Doctors, nurses, paramedics, they probably did, right? Whole jobs full of people that were more trained for this mess. But no, he had to be the one here right now-- that was bullshit.
When at last he came to a halt, it was outside of his exam room. What?
Of course he didn't want to be around that nonsense-- what if she had something? Sure they were all sick with superhero malaria but what if she had like... MEGAhero malaria? What if she were contagious? Hell no he was not going to deal with that. Then there was the possibility he could be blamed for that woman passing out. How was he supposed to prove that he didn't have "make people pass out" powers? What if he actually did and accidentally used them on her? No, see, the last thing he needed was to become a criminal or something while already being held like one-- which was actually sort of disturbing now that he thought about it. BUT WAIT-- what if there were cameras that already saw him? Marcus' heart began to hammer in a way he felt was probably unhealthy-- he could feel his mouth dry out. No no, this wasn't good. He could be guilty just because he was there but... wait!
Circumstantial evidence!
Marcus had seen enough episodes of Law and Order to know that was a thing that could maybe save him-- well, depending on if they found his fingerprints on like, the underside of her shoe, or something-- the door opened before him. Again, Marcus nearly leapt out of his skin for the second time today. With a brow raised Nkiru, Marcus' trainer, asked him, "Marcus, how long have you been standing here?" Narrowing her eyes she added, "And why are you so sweaty?" Was he sweaty? Marcus couldn't tell sweat from the waves of nausea suddenly washing over him-- his chest was tightening and he swore the ceiling was probably going to collapse on him. Numbly, Marcus shook his head at Nkiru, without saying a word. Concern twisted Nkiru's expression and she seemed to become thoughtful, before shrugging it away lightly. "I hope you have hydrated, because now is time for testing. Come in and remove your shirt. I will be attaching the electrodes to your skin, in order to collect data," Nkiru told him, as they walked further into the room, "Step onto the treadmill."
He could feel Nkiru staring at him as he took his shirt off. When he glanced over at her, that same thoughtful expression was on her face, and Nkiru seemed to sense his confusion. Unprompted, Nkiru clarified her stare, "Your face is pouring sweat but not your back-- is this normal for you?" Having been practically born and raised under the sun on the farm fields, Marcus knew extremely well that him not being fully sweating, especially when his head apparently was sweaty, was completely not normal-- he shook his head in response, surely looking just as confused as Nkiru probably felt. "Perhaps it is simply a matter of clothing," Nkiru mumbled thoughtfully as she began to attach electrodes to Marcus' skin. Quite firmly Marcus knew better than that-- this was a cotton shirt and it should have been at least damp. He'd already tossed it to the side of the treadmill but he didn't recall it feeling-- Marcus stumbled slightly.
"Are you paying attention? I have told you that this will increase in speed, Mr. Bradley."
No, he wasn't paying attention but now he was. As he walked, the pace on the treadmill was slowly increasing-- he was breathing heavily-- "How are you getting tired already? You are not even jogging yet--" paper rustled as Nkiru looked through a clipboard "--you were raised on a farm, no? I though you worked the fields. You should have more stamina," she concluded in a thoughtful manner. While Marcus would have loved to respond to her confusion with even more confusion, he currently found it difficult to breathe and impossible to speak. This was just as strange to him as it was to her but Marcus felt something was off. His legs felt as if they were made of lead. Every breath felt as if it were being taken through a straw. He could hear how audible his breathing was but his steps-- they were Godzilla heavy and even the treadmill was shaking more than it... probably should? Marcus didn't know-- he didn't have any gym equipment in his house or anything, nor was there one accessible within twenty miles of his home.
A high pitched rhythmic beep began to sound and Nkiru stopped the treadmill. She hastily walked over to a few displays as Marcus stepped off the machine, then doubled over. "Your heart rate is far too high to be safe anymore-- we have to count this testing session as complete," Nkiru told Marcus. She walked over to him then thrust a bottle of water into his face-- it was half finished and must have been her personal one. Marcus eyed it then looked up at Nkiru. "Drink. You may be suffering from heat exhaustion-- though I do not know how you could have it, in an air conditioned area, but I am no doctor," Nkiru said in a tone that seemed not directed at him. Marcus took the water and unscrewed the cap with shaking hands. With expertise, Nkiru began removing the electrodes from Marcus' body swiftly. "You should go rest, eat something, and find more water," Nkiru suggested in a rather motherly tone, "You are complete with our activities today." Breathlessly, after chugging the water, Marcus nodded then exited the room.
He wandered the halls distractedly and still shirtless. His breath did not come back to him easily but he roamed around long enough to where he was no longer panting. By chance, he found himself outside a set of glass double doors, through which he could see several arcade machines, a pool table, dart board-- Marcus opened the door the stepped into the room. Anyway-- corn-hole board, shuffle board, ping-pong table, air hockey table, a small karaoke machine from the looks of it, more than enough televisions and comfortable seating chairs for a football team, and lots of lights that made Marcus feel suddenly overwhelmed-- what didn't this room have? There was so much potential to do so many things that Marcus found himself simply sinking into a recliner without thinking about it. He settled into the chair, leaned back, and put his feet up. Nearly instantly Marcus fell asleep. | Name:
Marcus Todd Bradley
Age:
20 - May 9th 1997
Gender:
Male
Sexuality:
Asexual
Appearance:
\\5ft 8in - 140lbs\\
Marcus looks tired. Bags beneath his eyes could display the contents of a hardworking life-- lower-middle class and full of farming and fieldwork. A crown of dreadlocked hair rests upon his head, flowing down to his shoulder-blades, and usually held back only by sheer luck or the occasional hairband. Marcus has a lithe figure, unimpressive in height, that possess the work muscle for plowing. All of his facial features could be described as weak, rounded, a little feminine, and almost handsome. He walks about with his hands in his pockets and abysmal posture-- actually having developed a permeate curvature of the spine from constant slouching. His skin is the dark brown of freshly turned soil and bears scars around the elbows and knees from plenty of childhood roughhousing.
History:
Marcus was born and raised in Corinth-- a farming town no one could find on a map. He is the oldest of four children. All his life, he has worked the fields at his mother's side, focused on learning everything he possibly could from her. Marcus took it to heart when, one day, a farm down the road burned down, killing the one person responsible for maintaining the field, and leaving the family without any way to recover income. Marcus has sought to learn the trade and to educate his siblings in that regard as well.
He's lived an uneventful life-- home schooled with early starts to his days and late nights. His mothers raised him as well as they could, though they often struggled to make ends meet. As soon as he was able, Marcus took a job at a local grocery store and did as much as he could to bring in funds to the household. Everything was going well up until Marcus became ill. Soon after, they came from him, explaining that he needed to go with them to live in the facility. Though his parents told him not to worry about their situation, Marcus still couldn't help but feel deep guilt at being removed from his household but, then again, they said it was for the best, right?
Power:
Tough Skin - His skin is resistant to cuts, scratches, and puncture wounds-- though they can still harm him with enough force.
Additional Information:
Thick Accent - The deep southern drawl is real, y'all.
Dark Aversion - Without a flashlight, Marcus finds darkness and night deeply unsettling.
Age: 29
Ht: 5ft 4in
Build: Lithe - Athletic
Nationality: French-Nigerian
Personality Keywords: Impatient - Calm - Arrogant - Empathetic
Power: Force-field projection |
45,500 | 1,236 | 64 | 536 | 192 | Bynie shook her head vigorously as she was offered to trade trainers. "No way! He may or may not be gay but he's definitely not an asshole!" She scrunched her face up apologetically. "I hope yours lightens up on ya," she remarked to the Asian girl. As it was her turn at the vending machine she looked at the choices. When she realized that she didn't have any change she cringed. How embarrassing! Looking closer to the machine she realized that there wasn't any need, pressing C6 the almond joy dropped down without any issues. Scooping down to retrieve the candy she contemplated how chubby this new discovery wad going to make her. Turning around she realized that several members of the group had left to finish testing already. Why did it always seem like she was two steps behind everybody?
Knocking back her OJ and putting away her candy bar for later she made her way back to the little room. Felix was waiting outside the door, be pushed of the wall he had been propped against as she approached."alrighty! You ready to get this show on the road?"
Bynie smiles sheepishly," as ready as ill ever be!"
She followed him inside, he had all the tools they needed laid out. "Im going to have to place these on your chest to monitor your heart and such, they may be a bit chilly" she tried to ignore her own heating cheeks as he applied them. She tried even harder to hide her disappointment as he seemed completely indifferent to having his hands down the front of her tank top. "We will start slow, but it's going to get pretty difficult towards the end. Just let me know if it becomes too much!" Due to Bynie not exactly being the athletic type his statement made her nervous.
She stepped on to the treadmill and started to walk as it beeped into action. This wasn't so bad, she told herself. After a few minutes she was huffing, her short legs trying to keep up. "Getting to hard" she panted at felix.
"Nah. Honey, you're fine, just push through the pain." She tried, she really did, but as the machine sped up once more her ankle twisted under her painfully. "RED LIGHT!!!!" She sqwualed as she shot off the back of the treadmill, the sticky monitors were ripped violently from her chest. She groaned from her crumpled position on the floor. Felix stood looking over his clip board, eyes wide.
"Oh. Uh oh my!" He rushed over to help her up" I think that's enough for today, dear"
Bynie limped down the hall, after being examined, she only suffered from a twisted ankle and bruised dignity. Glancing up she noticed a few people playing in the pool. As much as cold water would feel amazing on her hurt ankle the last thing she needed was for the others to discover she couldn't swim. She sighed and limped on. | Caebyn ( Bynie) Danvers
"If you don't have something nice to say, then say something witty and sarcastic"
Age: 23; Febuary 14th 1994
Gender:Female
Sexuality:Bisexual
Appearance:Bynie is either all our nothing when it comes to her clothes, she's either wearing a cute ruffled dress or sweats.She has a weakness for cute things and cusses like a sailor, especially when she gets mad or excited. She's not initially very tall only standing at 5'3. She has never been in a serious relationship due to the 'flighty'ness instilled in her as a kid. She has a broad sense of humor and often cracks jokes soley for her own amusement
History:Bynie's parents separated when she was ten, but it wasn't a huge deal. She learned to live two separate lives based on whose house she was stuck at. The biggest issue was that they lived on opposite costs so her parents would swap every school year, one at her dad's, one at her mom's this caused her to not have very many close friendships.
She lived a pretty average , happy life until her dad remarried, the woman was closer to her age than his (but then again what can you expect from southern Cali) . For some reason the woman hated her, causing arguments between her and her dad over made up situations, this continues to this day. Bynie had been at her dad's visiting when the step-monster walked in on her vomiting. Running to her father about her being bulimic it took Bynie hours to convince her dad that she just wasn't feeling well, that it must be altitude sickness or something. By the next day the Bitch had convinced her dad she was pregnant. Peeing on a stick wasn't enough to discredit the accusations so just for the sake of making her step mother look stupid she went and got a blood test done to prove that she was not, in fact, pregnant. She just had a bug. Or so she thought until the suits came and picked her up the next day.
Power:Self- Mass Manipulation; she is able to shrink or grow herself |
45,501 | 1,236 | 65 | 1,142 | 1,143 | Arthur Seymour
Lounge and Pool
Interacting with: Introducing:
"Good afternoon all! Firstly, congratulations on the successful completion of your first testing sessions!" The sound of clapping clearly sounded through the intercom system, echoing oddly around the vast and mostly empty facility. "Tomorrow will be more of the same and we'll gradually ramp it up but first y'all need to rest up so the afternoon is yours! Oh, and there are a couple of new faces joining us today who took a bit longer to get here. If you see them make sure they feel at home." A long beep and the intercom fizzled out, the short announcement now delivered.
Arthur had been leaning back in his chair, still alone in the lounge, listening to the peppy researcher and letting his mind blank out from his intense focus on marking. It was something he had always enjoyed, reading through the work his students put so much effort into and helping them to improve where necessary, cheer them on where they had done well. Some small part of him had suspected the papers had been faked for his benefit, to make him feel more at home and trust the facility administrators more, but the work was recognisably that of his students; he could spot the quirks and where they had specifically tried to act on advice he had given them from their last piece.
So distracted was he that he nearly missed the odd sight of the remnants of his tea spiralling out of the mug in a form of double helix, twisting in and around itself as it rose until its structure stood nearly double the height of the mug. As soon as he noticed it, taking a double-take to make sure he wasn't just seeing things in his peripheral vision, the helix collapsed and tea sploshed down mostly into the mug, some onto the table.
Leaping to his feet, Arthur looked into the mug, picking it up tentatively and examining its exterior but there was no device, no trick set up to create such a strange phenomenon. He say down again cautiously, his mind drifting as it attempted to untangle what had just happened and produce an explanation. This time, when the helix rose again he caught sight of it immediately as well as feeling a subtle press on his consciousness. He tried to explore the sensation more but the helix collapsed again and the feeling was gone.
Unable to focus on his work anymore he gathered the papers together and headed back to his room to drop them off. As he passed the pool area he could hear the quiet splashes of swimmers and paused, considering his options, and decided to find out what was going on. It helped that there would be a large body of water, he needed to find out what was going on and see if it was related with this 'powers' tale they were being given by the administrators or whether he was simply going mad.
The pool was large, with plenty of lights under the water to illuminate it clearly should the users want to dim the other lights to cast the illusion of night swimming. From where he entered he could see a diving board to the right end of the pool and to his left there was a carpeted seating area, set back from the pool a safe distance, with chairs and tables set out and what looked like a small kitchen area behind that. In the pool he could just about make out Bailey and Sienna, apparently oblivious to one another as they swam.
Shrugging to himself, Arthur turned to the left and made his way to the seating area and laid his papers onto a table and set about finding the kettle and what supplies were in the fridge to restock his tea reserves. That small, but vital, task completed, he turned back to the pool and walked to the edge, looking down into the water and trying to grasp the illusive sensation he had detected before but it refused to be summoned again and he grunted in frustration, turning back away and sitting down at his chosen table and took a sip from his tea.
And there it was again, a niggling in the back of his mind, a curious sensation not dissimilar to when one felt like they were being watched. His eyes shot to the mug in his hand but there were no abnormalities there this time. Frowning, he put the mug down and turned towards the pool.
"Oh sweet Lord..." He stood up, as if dazed, and walked towards the edge of the pool where a towering double helix rose from the corner closest to him, almost reaching the ceiling in its colossal majesty. Each tube of water looked to be as thick as his arm and he could clearly see the smoothness of the water although it shimmered often, as if unstable and about to crash down at any moment. Calling to the others he pointed at the double helix, still maintaining its form next to him. "Just to check... you guys can see this too, right?" | Arthur Seymour
Height: 5' 9"
Age: 25 (born 11 October, 1992)
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
History: Born and raised in England to a Welsh mother and an English father, Arthur grew up with a split nationality which could only be properly described as 'British'. At home equally in any part of Great Britain, although his parents reside in the richer counties of the south, he has moved around several parts for education and work before settling in the southern, and affluent, city of Bath.
At a young age he refused the opportunity to attend a prestigious selective (grammar) school in the next town over, despite passing the exam he was almost forced to do by his primary school, on the grounds that he disagreed with the elitism of the whole affair. His parents were both politically active and proudly called themselves social activists, despite their careers being traditionally the reserve of the very conservative and right-leaning upper classes.
He went to the University of Cambridge on a scholarship, his parents rich enough to pay his tuition in full so that he wasn't saddled with debt, and left with a First Class Honours in history before joining the department of History in the small, rural Welsh coastal town of Aberystwyth as a research lecturer. He teaches primary school (7-11) children two days week and the rest he spends giving lecturers to undergraduates at the university or following up on his own research projects.
Conscious of the contact he has with students, children and other at risk groups, he immediately checked in with a doctor about the illness he had been experiencing to seek advice on how to best avoid spreading it if his ailment was infectious. A day later and the people in bio-hazard suits appeared informing him that he was to be taken to a secure facility because his illness was more than it seemed.
Power: Hydrokinesis - the ability to shape or control water. While not a particularly original ability, it suits Arthur well due to its reliability and flexibility in almost all circumstances. At the lowest level he can move small bodies of water (like a cup of water) but will be able to steadily increase the volume of water he can control as well as the precision to which he can control it, shape it and even change its state. |
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