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45,502 | 1,236 | 66 | 1,755 | 35 | Thomas Silias Falch
Hallway
The feeling of being drenched from top to toe made Thomas close his eyes. The water poured from the shower head, soaking every inch of Tommy and sending him into a slight trance. Warm water always had this effect on him, it made him relax, dulled his mind, and drowned out the world he no longer understood. "Mutant?" He muttered to himself, dragging both his hand's trough his hair as his mind worked overtime to make heads or tails of this whole situation. It just made no sense, he was just sick, not some friking X-men or Avenger character. A deep, drawn-out groan escaped him as he leaned against the shower wall, he wasn't ready for life altering event of this kind, but if the lady was to believe, there were more like him in this very building. Thomas stood there for another 20 minutes, letting the warm water cascade over him, before finally stumbling his way out of the shower. He felt weak, sluggish, but it was time to do some exploration.
A pair of gray joggers and a white t-shirt laid stacked on his bed, along with a note. "We have sent a request to have your clothes delivered here, but for now, you will have to live with what we can provide." The clothes fit, somewhat, the pants were a bit short, and the T-shirt was a bit tight in some places, but all in all, it could have been a lot worse.
"Cafeteria, gym, auditorium, games room, and a pool...hmmm," Tommy mumbled to himself as he paced the halls. This place seemed large, even if he compared it to the military base, maybe it would be too bad to be isolated here after all. | Thomas Silias Falch
Nickname:
Tommy
Age:
21. Thomas was born on the 14th of March, 1996.
Birthplace:
Lillehammer (Norway)
Sexuality:
Straight-ish
Spoken Languages:
Norwegian, English, some Swedish.
History:
Thomas was born in the far north of Norway on the 14th of March to Marie Elisabet and Stefan Flach, a couple of caring, loving and unprepared parents, as he was somewhat of an accident. They have never had any second thoughts about keeping him, but they wish they had been more prepared for the daunting task it would be to raise a child.
In the early years, everything was going peachy. Tommy grew up just like any other kid, going to school, doing homework, playing football (not by choice), making friends, getting into petty fights, and he was the best paper airplane maker in his class; they just flew better than the others. And, at home, he had two loving parents that did their best to take care of him and provide the things he needed. He had no complaints, and they were the center of his world.
Years passed by rather quickly, and towards the end of Tommy's schooling, he got drafted into the military. And so, just a week after graduation, he was whisked away to a military base halfway across the country to serve for 18 months, with only the occasional weekend or week off to visit family and friends. He expected it to be hard, but after just a month at the base, he started enjoying it. He enjoyed the people, the exercises, and all the weird stuff he got to take part in.
Tommy ended up only staying for 16 out of those 18 months as a strange sickness crept its way into him. At first, it felt like the flu, the slight fever and annoying cough spoke to that, but as time went, it just kept getting worse. His body temperature started fluctuating wildly, he struggled to keep food down, and eventually, he started blacking out. He was rushed to a nearby hospital, but there were no doctors that could make heads or tails of what was going on, that was until the people in the bio-suits showed up. They offering to take Tommy to a place where they could treat him properly, and Tommy was willing to say yes to anything as long as it made all this go away.
Powers:
Cloaking - The power to hide objects and subjects from sight, essentially turning them invisible. However, this power is incredibly draining, and if Tommy wants to cloak something he has to be in contact with it. He also has the ability to render himself invisible, but only if he remains stationary, any movement will break the invisibility. Other weaknesses are that even tho the object or subject is hidden from sight, they can still be heard, smelled or felt.
Trainer: |
45,503 | 1,236 | 67 | 994 | 197 | Bailey Collins
Location
Pool
Interacting with
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All the tension and soreness seemed to melt from Bailey's body as he clung to the side, his subconscious nestled deep into his own reality as he played out all the future's possibilities. Though despite his earlier uneasiness about Emma her image kept popping up as his mind wandered. The curve of her lips, the even better curve of her hips. 'Stop that.' his conscience would quip whenever Bailey let his mind wonder a bit too far. Not that he could help it, it was simply biology after all. Wasn't it? Bailey tried to squash the whole mess of things, wanting to bask in the moment instead of debating his own questionable morals.
SPLASH
The sound had caught him off guard. Had someone else joined him? Bailey opened his right eye only to be greeted with the smudge of colors and shapes of the world around him. 'Oh yeah.' it was easy to forget, with his glasses shapes were at least more definitive and his good eye filled in the rest for his brain to make sense out of. Closing his eyes he felt the gentle rocking of the waters as whoever else had joined swam behind him. He didn't feel the need to try to talk, they both of them probably after the same thing; a moments peace.
"Good afternoon all! Firstly, congratulations on the successful completion of your first testing sessions!"
The irritatingly chipped voice jolted Bailey from his position,frowning at the ceiling as clapping clearly sounded through the intercom system, echoing loudly, "How annoying." he commented out loud before the woman's syrupy voice chimed back in.
"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."
"Jesus, how many new are we going to get?" he frowned looking over at the other body in the pool. His gaze lingered a moment before it clicked that he was staring down at Sienna. Instantly Bailey's geeks flared to life as he settled to stare anywhere else but directly at the woman, "So, uh, did you find your suit in your room? Cause I looked around here but I didn't see anything." He rambled into the open air, suddenly feeling the need to explain why he was in the water in his pants.
Turning back away from Sienna, Bailey settled back down in the water. He wants sure if Sienna even wanted to talk with him, not that he would blame her. Lately he felt completely out of his element. Between his sudden illness, the surprise announcement of super powers and then that oddly intense physical; Bailey was mentally spent and he was sure most of the others were in the same boat.
Footsteps echoed in the pool room as another patient came in. Bailey sunk a little lower, now even more aware of the fact he was sitting in the water in his pants. 'Should've went back to your room first.' his conscience chided.
"Oh sweet lord."
The newcomer spoke, the familiar lilt of his accent making whining was glaringly obvious. Curious, Bailey looked up only for his jaw to drop in shock and awe. He watched as Arthur padded closer to the water, disbelief and awe written clearly across his face. "Just to check," be paused, looking over at the two of them, "You guys can see this too, right?" His voice colored in wonder.
Bailey's mouth open and closed like a fish as words faded away as he took in the sight of the double helix, watching as the water glistened in the mid air. His mind stammered, trying to make sense of what he saw. Was it Arthur? Maybe Sienna who was doing this? Bailey let go of the pool side and stared at his own hands, surely it wasn't him. He didn't feel like he was doing something but clearly; something was happening. He nodded confirmation to the man before climbing out of the water.
His pants shifted down as water poured from the water laden fabric. No longer did Bailey feel weightless but awkwardly heavy and off kilter. "Holy shit man." he looked wide eyed at Arthur, laughing as his shock dissolved into wonder. "Like, holy hell." Bailey exclaimed as he looked over at Sienna, pushing his fingers through his wet locks. 'Everyone needs to see this.'
Bailey's mind as racing at a mile a minute. He didn't even know where the others were or how to find them. Should be just start yelling? Should they find a staff member? Bailey was frozen for a moment as he contemplated what to do next when a blurry figure drew his attention.
"Hey!" he called out, moving haphazardly on the now set floor as he jogged towards the hallway, "Bro, you got. You got to see this!" Bailey exclaimed as he ran out to face the young man. He didn't recognize him but Bailey didn't care at the moment. He just wanted people to see what he saw. Ignoring the confusion on the guys face Bailey reaches out and grabbed his wrist in his hand and pulled the stranger into the pool room.
"H-hey, what are you doing?!" Thomas bulked, immediately pulling away from the manic man but Bailey was quick to tighten his grasp as he pulled him in further, "Man, let go of me! You're hurting my wrist!" he twisted in his grasp before glancing up at the floating body of water.
"Please, tell me you see this!" Bailey questioned him with childlike wonder. Thomas looked over at him and the back to the helix, "Yes, now will you let go of me?"
Bailey started, quickly letting go the mans wrist with a sheepish grin. "Sorry, I got carried away there but I mean look at it!" he exclaimed proudly as Thomas rubbed his newly freed appendage. Bailey's eyes were trained on the water before him, consumed in his own excitement that he missed the worried look that painted across Thomas' face.
"Why can't I feel my wrist?" he remarked, looking up at Bailey with a scathing glare. Bailey's brows shot up in surprise. 'Did I break it?' he wondered before snatching the mans hand back. Surely he hadn't of broken it, Bailey wasn't that strong. 'Unless I have super strength!' he gasped but as he studied Thomas' hand it was clear there was no damage done.
"What the hell man, stop that!" he scolded, jerking away suddenly as he cradled his arm away from the stranger. "What did you do?!" he shot an accusatory glare at Bailey, "I can't feel my hand...at all!?" Thomas flexed his fingers awkwardly, frustration furrowing his brow as his other hand poked and prodded the now numbed flesh.
Bailey looked down at his own hands, quickly grasping his bare arm wondering if he had some numbing effect but nothing. His skin responded to his touch like normal. Again he pressed on another area but with the same results. "Huh." he mused out loud before glancing back up at Thomas.
Without a word his hand shot out and touched his cheek. A moment of shock cell between him before Thomas slapped his hand away. "How does your cheek feel?" he inquired, his excitement barely contained.
"How does my cheek feel. How does it-" Thomas stopped mid-rant as his gently prodded his cheek. Stepped back from Bailey he answered, "It's numb. What did you do to me?!" he shrieked.
Bailey was thrilled, well beyond thrilled. His whole body humming with excitement as he happily proclaimed, "I don't know!" before turning back to Arthur and Sienna, "Guys! I made him numb!" a manic grin plastered across his face. | 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. |
45,504 | 1,236 | 68 | 1,237 | 509 | Location: Room 8 -> Hallway -> Pool
Eliza steps out of the shower, steam from the hot water lingering in the air. Much like a hotel room, there were towels stocked on the nearby racks. She grabs two rolls and proceeds to wrap one in her hair and the other around her body. Exiting the bathroom, Eliza sighs in relief as all the tense muscles from the tests relax from the shower. An announcement rings from the intercom mentioning more new people joining them. She then sat on the bed to wait for her hair to dry and turned on the TV, immediately going to the news channel.
On the news was a coverage of Nyko Corporation's newest business venture. As they were talking, Eliza's face scrunched up.
"I guess sis has her eye on bigger things now." She gripped the remote in her hand as her sister's face popped up on the screen.
"Nyko Corp. is taking a leap into another industry after acquiring a pharmaceutical company based in NY. This doesn't come as a surprise as Nyko Corp is a top leader in real estate, software, hotels, and hospitals. Many wonder why the sudden venture into the medicene & drugs industry. Nyko Crop's newest CEO is set to clarify this decision later in the week at a press conference."
The newscaster then moves on to yet another coverage about how technology is destroying society. Eliza turns off the TV and tosses the remote on the bed.
"Just another thing to rub in my face..." Eliza sighs and heads over to the closet to pick out something to wear. She thinks back to earlier when her trainer mentions about the "atrocities" committed by her family. Looking back at it, all the "business ventures" were just another way to control what goes on in NY. Evicting poverty stricken families from their homes to build condos instead and increasing the health bills and denying care to those that can't afford it at their private owned hospitals. But now they had their hand in medicine and drugs. Who knows what they could do with that kind of power. Ever since she left New York she had become much more aware of the corruption set on by her family. It hadn't hit her until the trainer's rant.
"Oh shit, I guess this is what guilt feels like." Eliza says aloud to herself. She then notices a small desk with a pen and notepad.
"I guess I can try to get on his good side and write an...apology letter?" Eliza walks over to the desk and picks up the pen. In that instant an insane jolt in her head hit her. It felt like something was trying to escape her brain. It caused her to grip the pen even tighter as she fell to her knees wincing in the sudden feeling. When she opened her mouth to scream for help nothing but gibberish escaped from it. When she tried to open her eyes, it felt like something was keeping them shut. Her mind seemed to be pulling towards the pen that was gripped in her hand. For a moment it felt like she wasn't even in her body. No drug or sex could even come close to this out of body experience. It took all of the effort she had to release the pen from her grip. Once of pen was out of her hand her eyes shot open and heavy gasps of air filled her lungs.
"W-whaaa da fffuuc!" Eliza shouted as she crawls away from the pen. A hand falls onto her forehead as she tries to go over what just happened. Was it a stroke? Was the water bottle from earlier actually drugged? She gets up from the floor and tries to manage words but they come out slurred.
"Gots toooo ffffine the othhhersss" Eliza managed as she goes to run out the door. Once in the hallway however, she notices that she is wearing only the towel that is wrapped around her.
"O ffffuuuc" She bolts back into her room and quickly throws on whatever. Before heading back out the door. She heads to the pool area where she heard the voices of the others that had gathered there. Eliza frantically runs in shouting,
"I think I just got drug!" The words were finally coming out more clear. Grammatically incorrect, but more clear But before she could celebrate that, the water trick coming out of the pool stopped her in her tracks. Not only that, but Bailey and a new guy were in what seemed to be an argument. With Bailey shouting out that he had made the new guy numb. But Eliza couldn't care less about that, her eyes were glued to the double helix made of water and the only thought that could come to her was whether or not she was still "drugged". She gripped the wall closest to her and tried to keep her balance as her knees were feeling weak from shock.
"Wha-?" Was all she could manage 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: |
45,505 | 1,236 | 69 | 2,143 | 593 | Cassius "Cas" Williams | Gym / Pool RoomInteracting:
In the gym, Cassius had spent the last 30 minutes doing dribbling drills. He had no idea what they were supposed to be doing, and that made him beyond anxious. When he got nervous, working out or training usually helped him settle down. So did drinking, but he doubted it was an appropriate time to drink, since they were going to be doing tests for the next few days. Instead, he ran through his personal dribbling routines using a football he'd found in the gym. He ended his drills with a quick flick up that he executed almost perfectly. Thiago would've been proud.
He flicked the ball up into his hands as he heard a commotion outside the gym. As he stepped out, he saw the pretty girl from earlier, Eliza if he heard correctly, staggering to the pool area, shouting for the others. "You- you okay?" He tried to say, but she didn't seem to hear him. He followed her into the pool room where there was a quite a commotion.
Bailey stood, completely soaked in his jeans beside some guy. He also saw Arthur and... a girl whose name he couldn't fathom. He heard Bailey shouting with who he thought was the newcomer that the intercom had announced, the first shouting about having caused the latter to
"What the hell is going on?" He asked in a brief break in the commotion. He saw Eliza stagger briefly, and he stepped to her, putting her left arm around his shoulder to help her stand. He had absolutely no idea what was going because no one seemed to understand either. Trying not drop Eliza, he stepped towards Bailey. "There's not way you made someone go numb, that's impossible, mate. We don't have superpowers." | 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. |
45,506 | 1,236 | 70 | 2,692 | 854 | Athena Wilson
Mentions: @everyone else
Once again, Athena had found herself fluttering her eyes open to see the pristine white ceiling. A groan escaped her lips as she reached up to a slow throbbing in her head. All she could remember was that a young man had come up to her, asking if she was okay, and then everything had became distorted, and quickly everything went black. 'I must have fallen on my face..'
"Miss Wilson! You're awake, finally!" The deep voice of Athena's trainer filled the room, unexpectedly. The young woman quickly tried to sit up but was greeted with a wave of nausea. "Please, Miss Wilson, take your time. We should have known that this would happen. Before you woke up, earlier today, we had drawn a decent amount of blood from you. My apologies. I should have made sure prior to fetching you." Athena glared at her trainer as she lay motionless. "Well, I'm alive. I'll be fine." Her voice was weak but she still managed to spit out some sarcasm. Taking a few deep breaths, she slowly got up from the small hospital like bed that she was on. The spinning wasn't as bad, which was a good sign. A few deep breaths more and everything seemed to be okay. "I think I'm fine now. I'm sure all I need is some food in me and maybe some sleep, on my own accord." She spoke to her trainer, fairly confident for someone who had just passed out. "Well if you think so, I say go for it. We will continue the physical aspect of the research another day when you're at one hundred percent."
Athena nodded at her trainer, and offered him a small, genuine smile. He returned the smile and escorted her out of the small room that they were in. He nodded in acknowledgement to her before closing the door and leaving her to go on her own. The face of the young man that had tried to help her appeared in her mind. She had to thank him for trying to help, since it was none of his concern really.
The brunette made her way down the hall, her eyes checking every room as she passed by them. She finally came to a corner and began to hear the commotion of the others. With a newfound purpose, Athena began to walk towards the noise. Had others been told something that made them upset? Had someone been hurt? The questions raced in her head as she made herself worry.
Upon getting to the door of the room where the majority of the people were in, Athena's eyes slightly widened as she tried to understand what the hell was going on. No matter which way she looked at it though, she still couldn't understand.
"Guys, I made him numb!"
"What?" Athena mouthed to herself as she looked at Bailey, and then at the other person. 'Another new face?' There was absolutely too much to understand. Did they really all have these so called abilities, and they were now experiencing them for the first time? They all needed to calm down a bit and get an understanding at what was happening. There was no way that they all had these abilities. Right?
"Do... Do you all have something different?" Athena asked out loud, still looking at Bailey and his hand. | 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'. |
45,507 | 1,236 | 71 | 1,833 | 2,419 | Sienna Morris
Current Location: Pool
The pool water was refreshing, like a sweet tea on a warm day. Sienna felt the water as a nice change of pace from standing out in the blazing desert heat, only occasionally floating around in a discount plastic pool for kids or guzzling down a water bottle in order to fight heat stroke. Almost serene and in a few strokes, Sienna had sunk down to the bottom of the pool and began to float around, taking in the cool but solitary atmosphere when the intercom began to buzz. The woman's voice was muffled underneath the waves, but by the time Sienna swam to the top, it had gone silent.
Flicking water everywhere, her braids were now undone and matted with the rest of her hair as Sienna went to lay against the poolside. Plucking a clump of hair that was blocking her sight, Sienna moved the wet hair aside, noticing Bailey once her vision was free from interference. "I decided to wear my swimsuit underneath my clothing. We were given free time, so I thought to visit the pool right after the testing." Sienna explained, noticing the clear vibrantly red blush Bailey was now sporting on his cheeks. "What? Do you find something interesting about me, Bailey? Sienna commented, giggling as she jested. In the same fashion as the water, Bailey's reaction was a change of pace from the usual stares of her comrades clearly not hiding their attempt to admire Sienna.
However, before Bailey could answer to Sienna jokingly although openly flirting with him, someone else had entered the pool room. Arthur, the newcomer, quickly called out to the duo floating in the pool, his voice clearly surprised and curious. Tilting her head towards Arthur, Sienna was forced to do a double-take, blinking as she stared at the water helix formed from the water. Bailey quickly ran off to drag someone to see the helix, but Sienna was genuinely curious, instead choosing to approach Arthur and the wonder that had been created. Speechless, Sienna tried to figure out how to explain such a possibility, but was at a loss of words. Sienna could explain each and every part of a plane, even how to fly one, but there was no possible way that she could think of a reason of how the helix formed.
Eventually, while in her thought-drunk state, Bailey came back, yelling something about having made someone numb. The others around him were at a loss, some even openly defying that his power to make people numb was a lie. Still, the helix was the center of her attention, and therefore Sienna paid little attention to the conversation that was happening between the rest of the group she had met a day before. Reaching out to touch the water creation, Sienna leaped backwards when a sudden, although not large by any scale, bolt of electricity shot from her fingers and sliced through the helix, the lightning splitting it in half. "Whiskey Tango Foxtrot!" Sienna exclaimed, almost shouting military jargon while rubbing her now sore bum after smashing into the ground in surprise from the sudden appearance of electricity. Everything was all confusing, yet it still happened albeit shockingly, even more so in Sienna's case. | 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. |
45,508 | 1,236 | 72 | 895 | 506 | Eli
Interacting with:
"Powers ma'am?" Eli asks as he stares down the young asian woman seated before him, the buzz of the PA system barely registering in the back of his mind as it announce his presence and others. "Its Doctor Childs." She responds, her cheap office chair squeaking in rebuttal as she leaned back. "But yes. In so far as we can determine, the illness you contracted developed as a symptom of a yet to be understood genetic mutation." She says, casually jotting down notes as he jogged on the treadmill.
Eli bit back the urge to comment of the novelty of a woman holding a doctorate. He'd made a similar comment to a mechanic once and was summarily decked for his troubles, and was in no hurry to agitate a a woman of similar disposition. "I..see." He finally manages to say, not even really convincing himself. And even if he did, the rapid pace she'd forced on him kept any chance for rumination on that fact summarily squashed.
"If such is the case...then why...?" He manages between huffs as the speed picked up once again, nearly tripping over himself. "Base line physical exam. You having powers means squat if we don't know to what extent your body is changing. Nothing you need to strain your brain too hard on squirt." She answers curtly, never once looking up from her notes.
Eli begins to retort before the treadmill (from hell, he decided) once again increased its speed. An uncomfortable silence, save for Eli's wheezing, fell over the two for the next ten minutes before, mercifully, DR. Childs leans forward and flicks the machine off. "And donezo. Buzz off for a while so I can write these results up. I'll send someone if I need you again." She slurs, only half paying attention as she waves him towards the door.
"I...Uh. I mean, what sort of changes should I remain alert to?" He asks as he recovers his breath. An agitated sigh escapes the woman's mouth as she looks up from her notes for the first time in their session. "Oh you'll start growing hair in funny places and start thinking about girls!" She says, voice saccharine and mocking. "If I had any useful info for your case, I'd share it. But I dont. So buzz." She adds, finally returning to her beloved note pad. Eli begins to interject, but decides against it. Leaving the...frankly shrewish woman to her own devices as he escaped into the hall.
He quietly wandered for a few moments looking for an idle distraction to loose himself in, wondering if the doctors attitude was common place. He hoped not, he had barely exchanged ten words with her and yet already he felt exhausted. The prospect of a whole room of such...bold persons was more than he was willing to bear. Shouts echoed from down the hall, disrupting his train of thought. He considered ignoring them for a moment before deciding to, reluctantly, follow them to an indoor pool area.
A slew of people near his own age were gathered, in various states of duress as a helix of water sprung forth from the waters surface. A few were marveling at the helix, while others were shouting about...drugs and numbness? Seemed weird to be concerned about medical side effects when the literally impossible was happening before them.
He stayed quiet as he approached the spiral, only to be beaten to the punch by a blonde woman who was...Why was she in her underwear? Panic immediately set in, his sensibilities attempting to override his fascination from the aqua structure. Should he look away? That is the proper thing to do right? Right. It would insult her chastity to take advantage of her undress while everyone was, clearly, not in their right states of mind.
He was about to make a quick exit when again the impossible began, the blonde arcing electricity through the helix and air before her as she screamed gibberish. His eyes widened as he watched the sudden flash flutter out of existence, its origin now planting herself posterior first into the tile floor in shock. "Thats...A miracle!" He says kneeling down next to her, former anxiety seemingly forgotten in the face of presumed divinity. "Please excuse me miss...Foxtrot?" he says, hazarding a guess at her name. "I do not wish to be rude, but do you think you could be so kind as to do that again?" | Name: Eli O’dell
Age: 21 years | June 6th, 1996.
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual.
Appearance:
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Green
Height: 6’2
Weight: 175 lb. (79.4 kg)
History: Fearing the coming end of days heralded by the y2k bug, in the spring 1995 a congregation of christian extremist formed the Saint Loyld's agricultural retreat in Elkhart County Indiana, Eli's parents chief amongst these founding members, gifting their considerable wealth to facilitate its construction. Members of the commune believed that mankind had grown distant from god through technology, and only those who abandoned the luxuries of the modern era would be spared the coming destruction.
For a while, the commune was a wonder to the young Eli. Days spent helping his mother and father in the fields, nurturing endless fields of green and golden corn and the jewel red tomatoes shining in springtime warmth. The modest education from the kindly reverend Loyld (who served as the communes teacher and spiritual guide) and close friendships with their Amish neighbors, brought together through their humble life styles and christian fellowship. He remembers, with no small fondness, the faceless dolls he would sometimes received as gifts from the young girls of their neighboring communities.
However, the inevitable dooms day soon dawned on the small community. And then passed with no fire, no planes falling from the sky, no screams of the unfaithful to cower from. Nothing that the small community had prepared for. Reverend Llyod attempted to assuage the more vocal members of the commune, assuring them that the day of judgement WAS coming as assuredly as the sun will rise. However, many elected to leave the commune after this, feeling that their spiritual leader was nothing more than a snake oil's salesmen.
The coming years were trying on Eli. The mood had decidedly soured in the community and they increasingly isolated themselves from their neighbors, much to his disappointment. His education all but halted as Reverend Lloyd took and increasingly active roll in defusing the strained air that permeated through their home, often through spiritual revere. And his fathers increasing agitations of feeling trapped by the community that 'robbed' him did little to help his home life, especially as the town coffers began to run empty. Even the simple pleasures he'd taken in farming vanished as the task evolved from spiritual duty to a necessary task done simply to keep the town alive.
Slowly he began to loath living in what was now called Lloyd's Town and began to shut himself off from the rest of the town, though he saw little chance to really leave. In what few opportunities he had to go to neighboring town for supplies, he'd marvel with almost childlike awe at what modest technology he could get his hands on (smartphones in particular were nothing short of a small miracle to him). And when he occasion struck, he'd sneak small textbooks in from the outside, though he'd often struggle with more complex subjects (especially those which were counter intuitive to his faith). Despite attempts, he made few friends on these trips due in part to his tendency to be overly blunt with others and somewhat anachronistic and faith centric views. He tried to break himself away from these tendencies, but even he would admit it was a painfully slow process, most because he could not shake the fear that, even for all that happens, that Reverend Llyod's teachings may very well be right. After many failed attempts (one in particular where he accidentally red lined a poor tourist's mustang while attempting to learn how to drive) he gave up, and now hesitates occasionally to speak to people he knows very well for fear of offending them somehow.
Initially he'd thought the illness was nothing more than a spell of spiritual weakness and did his best to ignore the scratchiness of his throat and the lethargic weight that seemed to rest itself on his chest. But when the visitors asking to take him away, he was more than happy to play it up in front of family. He'd thought of leaving many times, but only now did he have an adequate excuse. And by god, he was not going to let it slip him by.
Power:
Crystal shaping: Eli is able to manifest and control a unique form of crystal with a soft green hue. He can change the hardness of the crystal at will, though currently cannot surpass a 3 on the Mohs hardness scale. The crystals are highly conductive of both heat and electrical currents and are slightly luminescent, but are otherwise mundane.
As of now the maximum he can manifest and control is 60 cubic centimeters of crystal, after which he needs to rest. Controlling previously made samples do not seem to drain him as much.
As his powers develop, he'll be able to manipulate much larger volumes of crystal with little rest, however (due to the material in question), he's not able to create anything other than rudimentary shapes (columns, blocks, spikes excreta).
Other: |
45,509 | 1,236 | 73 | 536 | 192 | Caebyn -Bynie- DanversCaebyn sat in her room munching on her almond joy. She had her ankle propped up on a bunch of pillows, impatiently flipping through channeles. She didn't really understand why she felt so restless. She spent a lot of time on her own, reading books or binging on tv series and she was happy to do so, but all of a sudden she felt really discontent being alone. Its not that she didn't have the books or access to her shows. She had been generously accommodated; her bookcases filled with all her favorite authors and unlimited access to any show she could think of as well as her favorite stations.
Maybe it was because all those fantastical adventures seemed much too real now. She was the girl whose life was about to change, for better or for worse. She was going on an adventure of a life time in the form of this sickness and it was going to make her great, or it was going to make her dead.
She sat up, swinging get legs over the side if her bed. She winced at the throb if her ankle but got up anyway. The only thing that had a good chance of distracting her from her anxious thoughts would be some good ol human interactions with her fellow mutants. Standing she stretched, and smoothed down her hair. She had showered earlier and hadn't bothered to dress past her undies so she hobbled over and donned a lacey floral romper, leaving her feet bare as to not irritate her ankle farther.
The second she cracked open her door she heard the commotion. Limping quickly to the pool she slipped inside. The pretty asian girl was being held up by the new guy from breakfast and there was a swirly thingy and a few faces she didn't know, one of those looking confused and pissed at Bailey the other hunching down very near the army girl with near worship in his gaze. She took a few steps from the chaos and bumped into someone. "Oh, I'm sorr- oh sweet baby Jesus" even with every thing going on Bynie felt her face flush a florescent red as she made eye contact with the girl she had accidentally walked in on while she was changing. She tucked her chin into her chest and dashed away. Forgetting about her ankle it caved mid escape, she desperately tried to regain her footing. Just when she thought that she was good she slipped in a puddle and tripped over the boy next to Sienna, gracefully belly flopping into the pool. | 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 |
45,510 | 1,236 | 74 | 1,142 | 1,143 | Arthur Seymour
Pool
Interacting with:
Pandemonium.
If it had just been him and the weird water structure then Arthur could have coped, kept everything under control and calm. Then Bailey was shouting about making someone numb and apparently only infuriating his uncomprehending victim with Eliza soon stumbling into the room and slurring heavily as if she was under the effects of a heavy anaesthetic. Soon the pool was feeling crowded, a couple of new faces alongside nearly everyone else he had met in the facility so far and all talking without really listening to one another, the emotions rising to a fever pitch.
The noise all around him was distracting and he was struggling to focus on any one thing, trying to work out how he could calm things down but every time he was about to make an attempt someone else would come in and the cycle of shock would begin again. He noticed Sienna had come to get a closer look at the helix and, perhaps because he had overheard her teasing Bailey, he suddenly became aware of how attractive she was. Blinking, he forced himself to focus and watched as she reached to touch the helix, opening his mouth to warn against doing anything potentially dangerous, but stopped when a bolt of what looked like lightning sliced through the structure. He recoiled slightly as did the young woman, yelling phonetic alphabetic jargon as she did so; if he were less distracted he might perhaps have made a comment.
"You okay?" He asked, crouching down and looking her over briefly for any injury beyond any wounded pride. Out of all of them he was concerned the least for her, having a military background giving him a sense of her being reliable and stoic where others may struggle to remain calm. Still, this was hardly within the usual expectations of military personnel and would make them all question how well they knew themselves. "Maybe we should go somewhere less dangerous than the pool." He reached out to put a comforting hand on her shoulder but received a shock when their skin touched, making him retract his hand suddenly, shaking the sudden sting away.
Should've seen that one coming.
Standing up he looked over the continuing chaos and sighed inwardly, trying to raise his voice above the others'. "Alright, I think everyone needs to slow-" He was interrupted by another of their number walking in and promptly falling into the pool awkwardly. Concerned, Arthur strode over to the edge of the pool where she had fallen and slid in, ignoring the others and their commotion, and reached into the relatively shallow water to pull the fallen woman up to the surface. "And breathe. Come on, let's get you out." He held her firmly with one arm and swam smoothly to the edge of the pool, lifting himself out while retaining a hold on her before pulling Bynie from the pool and setting her down on the side safely.
Ignoring the fact that his clothes were now sopping wet, Arthur stood up and looked over them all, still in a state of loss and chaos. The facility administrators had shown no incentive to intervene and he was sure that they were watching, probably hoping for more data by emotions running high and unveiling their powers at a higher rate. Something about that presumed attitude irked Arthur and a stubborn desire to maintain discipline rose within him.
He clapped his hands loudly twice, the sound echoing loudly around the pool and cutting through the crowding voices. "Calm". He commanded, turning his gaze over them all. Some wore expressions of wonder, others looked manic while others were panicked or angry and every single emotion they were experiencing was understandable under the circumstances. "We need to think about what's going on and take steps to keep us all safe. This isn't the best place for that."
He glanced at his watch, the face beaded with water but the hands still moving smoothly around, keeping time. It was still early afternoon, before four o'clock, but the time of day was difficult to tell in the facility and he only had the figures on their alarm clocks to go by. "We should meet up in the lounge in fifteen minutes and work out what's going on and maybe establish some rules. And maybe change." He gestured at himself with a self-deprecating smile before heading over to the kitchen area and finding a towel to dry his hands on. Grabbing the folders he had brought in with him off the desk he headed out of the room, leaving the others to work out whether they would agree to follow his thoughts or not. | 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. |
45,511 | 1,236 | 75 | 1,755 | 35 | Thomas Silias Falch
Pool
There seemed to have been something in that whole spiel about everyone being mutants because this didn't feel right, it felt wrong. The closest thing Thomas could compare this strange numbness to was local anesthesia, but he could still use the affected parts of his body, there was just no feeling in them, and this kid was to blame. This wet, brown-haired dork that seemed to no grasp the concept of personal space, and hadn't he heard the shouts for him to back the fuck off? Had his mutation also affected his hearing? Or was he simply too high on a power rush to notice anything around him? If so, it was time to change that.
"Ey!" Thomas shouted, his voice booming through the room as the anger began to bubble inside him. His fist began to clench, his knuckles whitening as he resisted the urge to lash out. There was no questioning if he was angry, it was more a question of if he was dangerous. A long shaky breath escaped him as Thomas tried his best to ignore the voice flooding his mind, the voice demanding violence or some form of payback.
Anger management had never been a strong suit for Tommy, but he always tried to deny it, claiming that he always had control even as the pile of evidence against that kept growing larger. He didn't want to admit that he had issues, he wanted to sweep them under the mat and ignore them, but his inner demons never stayed silent for long. Throughout his schooling, Tommy had a habit of getting into fights and arguments, but he never ended up badly hurting or injuring anyone, and with age, he has gotten slightly better at calming himself down. However, a recent episode of his almost cost him his place in the military, but his officer had just made the excuse that Tommy could get a bit intense once in a while and that there was no point in forcing him to withdraw when there only were a few months left. He has no idea of why the officer chose to go out on a limb for him, to give him a 2nd chance, and he had gotten sick before he had had the chance to ask.
"I told you to let go of me, but you dragged me in here and did something to my wrist. I told you to stop, and you still think its funny to go ahead and use me as some test dummy? What if this is permanent?" Thomas gazed down at his hand, watching as his fingers moved while he felt nothing. Everything worked, so why couldn't he feel it? What had this idiot done?
Thomas took a quick step forward, his eyes narrowing as he looked into those beautiful blue eyes. "Oh he made me fell numb," Thomas chuckled as he answered the newly arrived male. "My hand feels like a dead piece of meat, and he is shouting about it like it's the fucking coolest thing ever." Thomas reached out, catching a few fingers into one of Bailey's belt hoops, preventing him from retreating. "Fix, me," he commanded but was cut off as some blond twirp told him to calm. He didn't want to calm, he wanted to punch Bailey, but sadly, the guy had a point. Tommy didn't know what his power was, but if just a slight touch from Bailey was enough to numb him, then what could he do? Who could say that the punch would prove fatal. Thomas groaned, biting down on his lower lip, unclenching his fist as he let go of Bailey. "You are safe...for now." | Thomas Silias Falch
Nickname:
Tommy
Age:
21. Thomas was born on the 14th of March, 1996.
Birthplace:
Lillehammer (Norway)
Sexuality:
Straight-ish
Spoken Languages:
Norwegian, English, some Swedish.
History:
Thomas was born in the far north of Norway on the 14th of March to Marie Elisabet and Stefan Flach, a couple of caring, loving and unprepared parents, as he was somewhat of an accident. They have never had any second thoughts about keeping him, but they wish they had been more prepared for the daunting task it would be to raise a child.
In the early years, everything was going peachy. Tommy grew up just like any other kid, going to school, doing homework, playing football (not by choice), making friends, getting into petty fights, and he was the best paper airplane maker in his class; they just flew better than the others. And, at home, he had two loving parents that did their best to take care of him and provide the things he needed. He had no complaints, and they were the center of his world.
Years passed by rather quickly, and towards the end of Tommy's schooling, he got drafted into the military. And so, just a week after graduation, he was whisked away to a military base halfway across the country to serve for 18 months, with only the occasional weekend or week off to visit family and friends. He expected it to be hard, but after just a month at the base, he started enjoying it. He enjoyed the people, the exercises, and all the weird stuff he got to take part in.
Tommy ended up only staying for 16 out of those 18 months as a strange sickness crept its way into him. At first, it felt like the flu, the slight fever and annoying cough spoke to that, but as time went, it just kept getting worse. His body temperature started fluctuating wildly, he struggled to keep food down, and eventually, he started blacking out. He was rushed to a nearby hospital, but there were no doctors that could make heads or tails of what was going on, that was until the people in the bio-suits showed up. They offering to take Tommy to a place where they could treat him properly, and Tommy was willing to say yes to anything as long as it made all this go away.
Powers:
Cloaking - The power to hide objects and subjects from sight, essentially turning them invisible. However, this power is incredibly draining, and if Tommy wants to cloak something he has to be in contact with it. He also has the ability to render himself invisible, but only if he remains stationary, any movement will break the invisibility. Other weaknesses are that even tho the object or subject is hidden from sight, they can still be heard, smelled or felt.
Trainer: |
45,512 | 1,236 | 76 | 1,237 | 509 | Location: Pool ->
Eliza felt her left side slightly lifted and the weight of her body suddenly being shifted to someone holding her up. Her eyes briefly met the handsome man who had caught her eyes earlier. His name didn't come to her since the day moved so fast but with what was going on in the pool area it was the least of her worries for now.
"Th-thank." Was all she could muster as he walked her with him towards the rest of the commotion. And as the man addressed what Bailey was going on about, Eliza's eyes still fell to the shaped water helix dancing out of the pool. It looked like something you'd see in a Hollywood blockbuster film with CGI effects at work. But the past two days have been centered around one thing and now it was all coming to confirmation - powers. Athena walked in and asked them if they had all felt something different. Eliza rolls her eyes and turns her head at her while also nodding towards the pool.
"Guuessh." (Guess)
Sienna was the one who got closer to the helix and raised her hand towards it. Before Eliza could warn her about the dangers of touching crazy water magic, something sparked from Sienna's fingertips splitting the helix right in half. Eliza's eyes widened, her body felt numb and her head started to spin. It was fortunate that there was someone holding her up.
"I-I don't feel so good." Eliza's body involuntarily leaned more towards the guy, almost falling in on him.
There was way too much going on at the pool now, 3 more faces showed up including one of the new ones mentioned before. Then it all seemed to reach its peak when Bynie flips into the pool. Then there was more yelling coming from Bailey and the new guy he "numbed". Eliza was pretty sure Bailey was going to get the lights punched out of him. It all seemed like a conflict in a bad sitcom.
When Arthur helped Bynie out of the water and suggested they calm things down and talk it out, Eliza sighed in relief. She had no clue what was happening to her, what was happening to everyone else for that matter. It had only been a few minutes since what felt like a stroke hit her. Her mind was rattled which seemed to take an effect on the rest of her body. Her legs felt like jello - and not from something good. Eliza felt frustrated, she wanted answers. There was a possible number of scenarios she could think of on what was happening to her. On the top of her list was her being drugged by her ass of a trainer. The other option was her "powers" manifesting like some of the others. But whatever her power is, it must suck.
As people started to head out, Eliza looked to the man supporting her and placed the hand that wasn't wrapped around his shoulder on the arm closest to her. From her touch, she could tell that he was well-built like a sports athlete. The athletic clothes he wore also highlighted it.
"Thanks again, I honestly don't know what's happening with me..." Eliza tries to give him a smile but her lips trembled from shock. It was a good thing that her words were finally coming out not slurred and grammatically correct (for the most part).
"I feel bad not knowing the name of the man who is helping me out?" Eliza thought back to the time in the auditorium earlier and remembered why she was trying to avoid him in the first place. Her eyes shot away from him and head turned to the floor.
"We should probably head to the lounge now, mind helping me get there?" Eliza asked with her gaze avoiding his.
If he was wealthy, he'd know who she was- who her family is just by stating her last name. If he followed the social media scene or the party scene for the 1% - he'd also recognize her face if he tried hard enough. The last thing she wanted was for that side of her life to be known to the others - and if they reacted like her trainer did, her chance of ever getting away from her family name would be ruined. It was a blessing in disguise that no one else connected her to the Nyko Corp. But if it was brought to light she was associated with the people who made money off the blood and lives of others- who knows how they might see her. So she hoped that this guy wouldn't realize anything about her past life, or hopes that she can keep him quiet about it.
She shook her head at the worrisome thoughts. They should be the last thing on her mind. Right now it should be about potential powers. Eliza made a mental note to focus on solely that, it would make it easier for her to get away from her past life if she ignored those thoughts in the first place.
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@everyoneelseatthepool | 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: |
45,513 | 1,236 | 77 | 2,143 | 593 | Cassius "Cas" Williams | Pool / LoungeInteracting: @Anyone
Cassius had seen a lot of crazy things in his life. He'd been to some ridiculous parties that had ended up in chaos. He'd even been high enough before to see some things that definitely weren't there, but this... This was no hallucination. This was real, Cass knew that for sure. What he didn't know, however, was how this was real. The sight of the helix figure above the pool, supposedly formed by one of the present people, the sight of Sienna splitting the helix apart with some sort of electric shock, and Athena's confused ramblings... They all told him that this was happening, completely inside reality and not the effect of a drug, but Cass couldn't fathom the things he saw before him. None of it should have been possible by any stretch of his imagination. Regardless, he swallowed the massive lump that formed in his throat, trying to mentally gather himself enough to be able to function in the current situation.
As Eliza seemed to come to her senses, Cass looked down at her, but she still seemed to ramble a bit. She mentioned not feeling well again, and she almost crumpled to the floor. Fortunately, Cass was more than capable of supporting her weight. The guy named Arthur seemed to be the first to fully gather himself and make some sort of sense of the situation. He mentioned the idea of everyone meeting in the lounge to "discuss rule" and regroup. He wasn't sure what the man meant by that, but Arthur seemed to have a solid head on his shoulders.
The young man looked down as Eliza touched his arm, speaking intelligently again as she asked his name. "Uh, I'm Cassius Williams." He said, glancing down at her. "Eliza, right?" He said. A quick look at her face sent a tiny hint of familiarity through him, and he could've sworn he'd seen her face before. He could name the place, so he just chalked it up to coincidence. He'd known, met, partied with, and slept with plenty of girls. Much of his life was spent around beautiful young women, so it was no surprise that her face reminded him of someone he'd met along the way.
Eliza suggested that they head to the lounge, and Cass nodded. He put his right arm around her lower torso, offering as much of his support as he could. He turned and they made their way towards the lounge. He took a right turn into the lounge and helped Eliza sit on one of the couches. As he set her down, he turned to look around the room. It was decorated with modern furniture and art on the wall. He spotted a bar on the far side of the room and felt a little bit of thirst in his throat. "I could use a drink." He muttered to himself.
He walked behind the bar and grabbed the first drink that caught his eye, a bottle of Crown Royal Whiskey. He normally preferred softer drinks, but he was okay with a bit of Whiskey right now - hard and calming. He wouldn't mind taking the edge of at the moment. He placed the bottle on the counter and knelt down, trying to see the labels for the different compartments. He looked for light switch, noticing a couple of metal flick switches arrayed across the top of the bar. He picked one and flicked it, but instead he saw a rack of fancy lights lower from the ceiling with the whirring of a motorized system. "What the f-"
Out of nowhere, the lights burst on with a blinding beam of purple and blue as the house lights gave way to the reflection of a disco ball. Cass swore as the lights filled his vision, completely blinding him and piercing his nerves. Almost immediately after the speakers in the room turned on and the sounds they emitted hit Cassius like a brick wall. He crumpled to the ground, his arm knocking the bottle of whiskey to the floor beside him with a loud crash. The sound of the music pounded against Cass' ears like pure waves of force. He let out a loud cry of pain as he squeezed his eyes shut and put his hands over his ears in futile effort to block out the horrible onslaught of his senses. The overwhelming force was enough to keep him on the ground. "TURN IT OFF!" He shouted as loud as he could, not realizing that the music was a normal level for anyone else in the room. He moved his hand to flick the switch but his exposed ear simply couldn't handle to berating sound. "SOMEONE PLEASE TURN IT OF!" He roared again, hoping Eliza or anyone else in the room would come to his aid. | 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. |
45,514 | 1,236 | 78 | 2,692 | 854 | Athena Wilson
Mentions: @AnyoneElse
Athena had watched with wide eyes as everyone in the room seemed to lose control of just about everything. 'Have they never experienced their so called abilities?' The woman stepped to the side as people began moving about. She had managed to remain in the doorway, wanting to keep her distance from the water that had turned into a double helix. With this many people around, she wanted to be as far as possible from any place that screamed danger.
'The doctor said that this would happen. That the others would get stronger, but he never said that they had never even known what their abilities were.'
Her head tilted slightly as Arthur suddenly spoke up and began to move everyone to another room so they could go back to being calm. Athena stepped a bit more to the side and watched as people began to follow, as if they were a heard being led off. Without asking another question, she walked among the group, keeping her comments to herself. She knew that if she opened her mouth again, she'd be greeted by some type of degrading sarcasm.
Her steps were slow as she fell to the back of the group, her eyes on the ground as many thoughts raced around her mind. It slightly felt as if she was being housed with teenagers instead of adults. Athena bit her lips as she became a bit worried with the way things were heading. Her head turned up as she realized that they were filing into a room, in which Cassius was shouting. The woman flinched at the sound of pain in his voice, making her feel a sense of purpose as she glanced around the room for the light switch. The others seemed to be either more preoccupied with themselves or Cass's shouts that they didn't move quick enough. Athena had quickly walked over to the opposite side of the room and hit the switch to turn all of the lights. She hoped that it would offer some type of relief to whatever pain he was experiencing, although it didn't seem as if it would've been as easy as turning off some lights.
Instead of voicing her concerns, once more, Athena had turned to look towards the door before making her mind up and leaving the room. Too many emotions were running wild, and the last thing she needed was to activate her useless abilities. She had caused too much grief to others by "bewitching" them and it was something that she did not want to see in any other eyes. | 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'. |
45,515 | 1,236 | 79 | 2,587 | 440 | Marcus Bradley Location: Games Room -> Hallway
Marcus' own snoring woke him up. He rubbed his eyes tiredly and it did nothing to clear away the thin blurry film apparently on his eyeballs now-- what was that sutff anyway? As he continued to rub his eyes, Marcus reasoned it must be that gunk that makes eye crusties. Sure, that seemed a viable theory. Maybe he would go downstairs and ask mom what she thought of it. Weird... Marcus couldn't smell her morning coffee brewing and well, the house seemed a bit too quiet for this hour. Did she miss her alarm? Stretching himself once more, Marcus rolled over, then stood out of the-- chair.
He had been sleeping in a chair.
Looking over his shoulder, Marcus stared at the comfortable recliner as if it had offended him. It was in that moment that reality began crawling back to him, tired and angry with him-- how dare he forget it? How dare he forget that this was a strange room in a strange facility in what was probably a strange country? How dare he think he were back home, comfortable and normal, with the people he cared about and longed for? An empty feeling settled into Marcus as he stared into the large room, decked out in all it's various forms of entertainment, it's unused chairs and sofas, all trying their hardest to ease him into a false sense of comfort.
It was as if the room no, the whole place, were shouting, "Look-- we have everything you could need-- why not feel fine here? Forget what else you need or want-- we have everything to keep you occupied and happy." A deep sigh escaped Marcus. Sure, the facility had "everything" in a literal sense but, there would never be anything here close to what he wanted. A plate of eggs scrambled by his mother, the wet lapping of his dog's tongue against his face, the satisfaction of a hard day's work, and a sunset over a field he'd helped plow himself... Again he took to rubbing his eyes and for what? It wasn't as if them being clear would wipe away the hospital white reality of the hallways, the clean scent of sterile air, or the harsh taste of blue medicine on his tongue that was doing God-Knows-What to him.
Uncomfortable with the room all of a sudden and simultaneously realizing he was shirtless still, Marcus turned then headed for the doorway. He exited the room and softly closed the door behind himself. Staring at the ground for a few moments, Marcus tried his best to pry his mind away from his sorrow filled thoughts. Truly, he gave it his best shot. When he finally looked up and toward the end of the hall, he saw Athena again. Marcus' eyes grew wide and his posture rigid-- he stared at her. Were she to look his way, all he would do is continue staring.
Did she remember? Would she remember? Would she be mad? How would she react? No-- no he shouldn't even mention it-- should he? No. Don't say anything. Marcus continued to stare at Athena in silence, anxiously grinding his teeth as she neared him-- she hadn't seen him yet? Had she seen him yet? Marcus pressed his body into the door behind himself then fumbled about to find the door handle-- WHERE WAS IT? His hand was scraping against the door making quite a ruckus as he kept his awkward wide-eyed stare on Athena.
Interaction: | 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 |
45,516 | 1,236 | 80 | 895 | 506 | Eli
Eli continue to stare at Sienna eyes wide with anticipation, like a puppy discovering its first treat in a long time, before something roughly tumbled over him followed by a loud splash, planting his face firmly into the tile. A weak mewl of pain manages to escape his throat as he picks himself up slightly to examine his attacker (or...victim he supposed in this case?) before catching an eyeful of the current sopping wet young woman, whose decency was currently being protected solely through divine will and the fortunate forethought of whomever designed her outfit. He quickly turns his gaze back to Sienna before being reminded of her current state (or lack there of) dress, his senses now being re-awoken with the rage of a thousand suns.
”Why are they all naked...” he blurts to himself, now suddenly extremely interested in the superb craftsmanship of the floor. That is a well made floor. Almost artisan in quality. Arthur's suggestion they reconvene in a few moments was welcomed with bittersweet relief. While he was hesitant to leave the first bodily example of a holy act, their bodily examples were starting to stress him out. And he had no interest in probing 'Miss Foxtrot' for spiritual insight while waging a battle to maintain eye contact. He gently slips off his jacket, tossing it to the blonde. ”You can borrow that till you're clothed properly...” he mutters, before quickly making for the exit, sighing in relief as he was greeted by the calm cream paint of the hallway.
He lagged for a moment before heading to the lounge, stopping as an offensive tune hit his ears mixed with screams for mercy. He hurries in to the now darkened room, brushing gently past a young man staring agape at the girl who just exited. A young man(who he only vaguely recognized as being from the pool area) was clutching at his skull, apparently pained by the noise. His eyes scanned the room, for once knowing what to do as he grabbed a hefty steel stool from the floor. In one of his few trips to civilization proper, a local has recounted a tale of the previous week to him, in which a drunken tourist had taken to assaulting a 'juke box' after it 'ate' his money.
At the time, he'd found the story to be crude and, frankly, perplexing. The destruction as wanton and pointless as the outrage it inspired in the teller. But now he was forced to muse on the oft unexpected ways god prepares ones self for unseen disasters as he brought the stool down in a flurry of blows onto the offending stereo(or at least he hoped), the sound of splintering plastic now replacing the cacophony of noise. He huffs for a moment, taking in the new found silence, before turning back to the pained man. There is a brief pause before he realizes how insane he must look at the moment, words stumbling out of his mouth. ”I um...D...Dont...know what the bare naked ladies did to cause such an offense but I think that stopped it?” he manages finally, holding the stool in front of him in case the man became upset with his impulsiveness. | Name: Eli O’dell
Age: 21 years | June 6th, 1996.
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual.
Appearance:
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Green
Height: 6’2
Weight: 175 lb. (79.4 kg)
History: Fearing the coming end of days heralded by the y2k bug, in the spring 1995 a congregation of christian extremist formed the Saint Loyld's agricultural retreat in Elkhart County Indiana, Eli's parents chief amongst these founding members, gifting their considerable wealth to facilitate its construction. Members of the commune believed that mankind had grown distant from god through technology, and only those who abandoned the luxuries of the modern era would be spared the coming destruction.
For a while, the commune was a wonder to the young Eli. Days spent helping his mother and father in the fields, nurturing endless fields of green and golden corn and the jewel red tomatoes shining in springtime warmth. The modest education from the kindly reverend Loyld (who served as the communes teacher and spiritual guide) and close friendships with their Amish neighbors, brought together through their humble life styles and christian fellowship. He remembers, with no small fondness, the faceless dolls he would sometimes received as gifts from the young girls of their neighboring communities.
However, the inevitable dooms day soon dawned on the small community. And then passed with no fire, no planes falling from the sky, no screams of the unfaithful to cower from. Nothing that the small community had prepared for. Reverend Llyod attempted to assuage the more vocal members of the commune, assuring them that the day of judgement WAS coming as assuredly as the sun will rise. However, many elected to leave the commune after this, feeling that their spiritual leader was nothing more than a snake oil's salesmen.
The coming years were trying on Eli. The mood had decidedly soured in the community and they increasingly isolated themselves from their neighbors, much to his disappointment. His education all but halted as Reverend Lloyd took and increasingly active roll in defusing the strained air that permeated through their home, often through spiritual revere. And his fathers increasing agitations of feeling trapped by the community that 'robbed' him did little to help his home life, especially as the town coffers began to run empty. Even the simple pleasures he'd taken in farming vanished as the task evolved from spiritual duty to a necessary task done simply to keep the town alive.
Slowly he began to loath living in what was now called Lloyd's Town and began to shut himself off from the rest of the town, though he saw little chance to really leave. In what few opportunities he had to go to neighboring town for supplies, he'd marvel with almost childlike awe at what modest technology he could get his hands on (smartphones in particular were nothing short of a small miracle to him). And when he occasion struck, he'd sneak small textbooks in from the outside, though he'd often struggle with more complex subjects (especially those which were counter intuitive to his faith). Despite attempts, he made few friends on these trips due in part to his tendency to be overly blunt with others and somewhat anachronistic and faith centric views. He tried to break himself away from these tendencies, but even he would admit it was a painfully slow process, most because he could not shake the fear that, even for all that happens, that Reverend Llyod's teachings may very well be right. After many failed attempts (one in particular where he accidentally red lined a poor tourist's mustang while attempting to learn how to drive) he gave up, and now hesitates occasionally to speak to people he knows very well for fear of offending them somehow.
Initially he'd thought the illness was nothing more than a spell of spiritual weakness and did his best to ignore the scratchiness of his throat and the lethargic weight that seemed to rest itself on his chest. But when the visitors asking to take him away, he was more than happy to play it up in front of family. He'd thought of leaving many times, but only now did he have an adequate excuse. And by god, he was not going to let it slip him by.
Power:
Crystal shaping: Eli is able to manifest and control a unique form of crystal with a soft green hue. He can change the hardness of the crystal at will, though currently cannot surpass a 3 on the Mohs hardness scale. The crystals are highly conductive of both heat and electrical currents and are slightly luminescent, but are otherwise mundane.
As of now the maximum he can manifest and control is 60 cubic centimeters of crystal, after which he needs to rest. Controlling previously made samples do not seem to drain him as much.
As his powers develop, he'll be able to manipulate much larger volumes of crystal with little rest, however (due to the material in question), he's not able to create anything other than rudimentary shapes (columns, blocks, spikes excreta).
Other: |
45,517 | 1,236 | 81 | 1,833 | 2,419 | Sienna Morris
Current Location: Pool
Sienna's thoughts had blanked as she stared down the edge of the pool from her position on the floor. The pilot was at a loss, her mind befuddled from the sudden appearance of the helix, and then the bolt shooting forth from her hands. Distracted, Sienna swore someone was talking to her, and another was shouting loudly about turning something off, yet she could hardly focus on reality--not realizing that Arthur had tried to comfort her, only to get shocked by the electric current that now ran through her body. Everything had been as if it was straight out the movies, and it was beginning to be more than what the thrill seeker in her life could handle as confusion continued to sprout within the pool area.
Eventually, the sudden thud of a large coat onto her lap had brought Sienna back to her senses. An unknown man had given it to her, mentioning that Sienna was allowed to keep it until she was clothed properly. Looking downwards, the man's comment had only aided the confusion, as Sienna struggled to find anything wrong with her clothing. Perhaps the man had problems with two-piece swimsuits, but nevertheless, Sienna accepted his jacket and slipped it over her shoulders as the man disappeared before she could say her thanks. Now being left to her own doings, Sienna stood up from the ground, and adjusted her hair back into braids as she looked around the pool.
For the most part, everyone that had seemed to be there in Sienna's confused state of mind were now gone from the pool room excluding a few select men. "Do you have an idea what had just happened?" Sienna asked Bailey, who seemed still excited by what he managed to accomplish with the other new person. Unknown powers had just leaped from their hands, as if everything the scientist said was true. There had to be a way to explain it, even if it was agreeing with those that kept them like lab rats within the facility. "And who are you?" Sienna questioned, changing her gaze towards the newcomer next to Bailey. | 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. |
45,518 | 1,236 | 82 | 536 | 192 | Caebyn -Bynie- DanversBynie was frozen in fear as she sunk into the water all she could think about was why the hell had she never learned how to swim? As she was accepting her death an arm wrapped around get and plucked her up to the surface. She sputtered and looked up at her saviour, it was the Blonde dude with the accent, Arthur she thought his name was.
He was the image of calm even though the pool was roaring with commotion. "And breathe. Come on, let's get you out." She clung to him trying to calm her short sharp breaths as he pulled her to the edge of the pool. Lifting her out of the treacherous water she stared up at him slightly star struck. "T-thank you," she said breathlessly. But he just looked around with a determined look on his face.
Standing he commanded the attention of the room with a clap of his hands and directed everyone to calm down and re group in the lounge. She remembered him mentioning that he was a teacher and she could definitely see that now.
Some individuals started filing out of the pool area pretty quickly, there were still murmured of voices but the chaos had seemed to defuse. Bynie shivered wrapping her arms around herself she looked down at her bandaged ankle and then noticed how incredibly sheer her romper had become. Flushing hot she very carefully hobbled away.
Making it to her room she quickly changed into a t-shirt and jeans. Bynie looked at her bed longingly, wanting to nap off her near death experience. But she didn't want to miss out on the pow wow in the lounge. Taking a deep breath she ran her hand through her wet hair and made her way.
She didn't make it far before hearing newly conjured mayhem. Deciding to not get caught up in it she leaned near the entrance and waited. | 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 |
45,519 | 1,236 | 83 | 1,142 | 1,143 | Arthur Seymour
Room -> Lounge
Interacting with:
A quick shower to rid himself of the chlorine smell, a new shirt and trousers and he was ready to dive back into the fray. The folders he decided to leave in his room. There was no telling what powers were going to exhibit themselves in the near future, he could hardly control or explain his own, and it was unlikely that the facility administrators would permit him access to the digital copies of his students' work, should the worst happen. He slipped out into the corridor, noticing a heaviness in his muscles and pressing down on his mind; either the stress of the entire environment was beginning to take its toll or the combination of the heavy workout earlier along with the sudden ignition of his power was proving a bit much for one day.
As he got closer to the lounge he could already hear the sounds of chaos, screams followed by some heavy banging ricocheting down the corridor. He noticed Bynie, changed into different clothes since her escapade in the pool, lurking by the doorway as if waiting for the commotion to die down inside. Approaching her from behind in such a way as to not take her by surprise, he offered her a smile and then walked into the room, braced for whatever he was about to see.
Cassius was behind the bar, eyes scrunched up with hands pressed over his ears; Eli was standing over some damaged sound equipment with the remnants of a stool in his hands and looking a little sheepish and Eliza was sitting on a sofa and looking a little recovered after her earlier outburst in the pool. It appeared the others had still not made their way there but Arthur judged that it was for the better, if there was this much trouble with so few of them in the room then having them all present would be uncontrollable. Arthur gestured to the stool in Eli's hand and raised an eyebrow in question.
"Managed to slay a speaker system, did we?" He asked, looking at sparks still spitting from the equipment. Crossing the room and stepping pass Eli he flicked a switch off at the wall and pulled the plug for the system out, dropping it to the floor with his eyes on the others in the room as if to suggest they should have thought of the same solution. "We need to start being smarter about what we're doing here or else we'll be in trouble. I doubt the administrators here have infinite patience for us." He circled to behind the bar and picked up a bottle of 10 Year Old Laphroiag, pouring himself a glass and taking a seat on one of the bar stools.
"So, let's try and work out what powers we have and any potential dangers we pose one another. I, for example, should probably avoid the pool area while others are swimming lest something occur as my power appears to be something in the field of hydrokinesis. That is, of course, assuming that we believe the existence of these powers and that it's not all a very elaborate ruse by those who brought us here." | 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. |
45,520 | 1,236 | 84 | 994 | 197 | Bailey Collins
Location
Pool --- Room --- Lounge
Interacting with
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"Whoa." Bailey gasped as he watched the blonde slice cleanly through Arthur's water helix with an arc of electricity. He felt his feet gravitate towards the two of them, momentarily forgetting about his own power discovery. Around them chaos had erupted as people poured into the pool room, Cass bellowing loudly that powers didn't exist while another girl skidded straight into the pool but none of that mattered to Bailey. His focus narrowing on Arthur and Sienna as he went to prod them more about their abilities.
The air whooshed out of his lungs as a sharp tug pulled the young man back. Bailey turned, confused, and locked eyes with the seething Thomas who had be completely forgotten. Rage flickered brightly as he seethed, "Fix it." He hissed as Bailey's brain stammered over his choices. 'Fix it?!' he cried out mentally, he barely knew what he did in the first place. "Uhhhh.." Bailey was grasping at what to say next that wouldn't end up with a fist to the face. It was only by a saving grace that that the man decided to lower his raised fist, uttering a soft threat to Bailey before releasing him entirely.
Behind him he had barely caught the end of Arthur's speech. Calling the group to go and change before settling down to talk about what had just occurred. 'Leave it to Arthur to think rationally.' he sighed loudly taking a few nonchalant steps away from Thomas. Bailey ran a hand through his wet hair as he sucked in a few calming breaths. As Sienna approached the two, "Do you have an idea what had just happened?" she asked. Looking down at his own hands he wasn't even sure he had an answer for her, "I, uh, made this guy numb?" Bailey's voice had less power behind it this time as his gaze drifted back over to Thomas; he owed him an apology. 'Ehh. Better not.' his subconscious quietly agreed. At least until he knew the man wouldn't try to take his head off. Looking at Sienna Bailey tried to quickly change the subject, "What about you? You shot lighting!"
There is was, the enthusiasm that had been there earlier but who could blame the guy? He had witnessed not one but two mystifying acts in a short amount of time. Bailey had felt like he hit the jackpot with the odds of being chosen to come here. Bailey went and grabbed his things. Putting his glasses back on as he shoved the rest under his arm. Looking back at the two of them with a smile,"Arthur said we all should meet up in the lounge? Maybe figure all this stuff out?" he suggested as be edged towards the hall. If he was honest with himself he just wanted to see everyone do; whatever it was they could do- again. Just to make sure his eyes wasn't playing tricks on him.
Still dripping, Bailey padded back to his room. His legs still protested the movement. Urging him to crawl into bed and lay there for the rest of the day but Bailey's need to know was a stronger will inside of him. Sliding off the water logged pants he quickly donned a pair of dry shorts and put back on his shirt from earlier.
Jogging back down the halls, Bailey made sure to read the signs as he found his way to the lounge. Inside it seemed that quite a few people had already made it as Arthur's voice lilted into the halls. "Hey, oh," he paused taking in the damage done to the room, "Whoa, what happened in here? Everyone OK?" he shot the group a worried glance. They all looked unharmed, some a bit frazzled, but over all everyone looked decent. | 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. |
45,521 | 1,236 | 85 | 895 | 506 | Eli
Eli began to stutter an apology to Arthur, but it died on his lips as the older man bent down to unplug the machine, finally manifesting as a disappointed grunt. ”I...apologize everyone. I'm not well versed in such things so....that seemed the most expedient way to help...” he mumbles quietly before pausing, realizing he has yet to ask anyone their names as of yet.
He sets whats left of the stool down, and takes it as his seat, face now somewhat red from embarrassment as he listened to Arthur. The man was taking the recent events...with surprising aplomb all things considered. If it weren't for him, Eli was pretty sure he'd still be attempting to probe the blonde girl for more information back in the pool area. Though, how successful that would have been he wasn't sure. ”Sh..” He starts after hearing Arthur's brief explanation, ”Should we really be working on the assumption that these manifestations of inhuman acts are possibly the fabrication of our hosts?” he asks carefully, wondering if he should also get a drink but deciding against it. Drinking this early seemed to be rather in poor taste in his mind, and he'd already soured the blonde gentlemens perception of him with the stool earlier. Best not risk it, especially considering he'd never even touched the devils water before.
He pauses again, waiting for a rebuttal. ”I just mean...well. Both the water, I presume your doing, and the electrical sparking from the young lady did not have any elements which would suggest earthly origin. Though...I admit my schooling in such matters may be woefully underdeveloped by comparison to others present.” He pauses once more, debating if he should even air the question that was nagging him about Arthur's suggested conspiracy. “ And even if they are the products of deception, what do our captors stand to gain from this intentional misguidance? ”
He leans forward, resting his hands on his palms as he thought further. ”As to what powers, I do not think that is so easily determined at this point. If you or the young lady could provide some insight into the state of your own mind when they first appeared to you, then perhaps it could lead to others with similar abilities to access them?” Though he tried his best to hide it, it was a somewhat selfish question. He was eager to see what boon god had deigned to issue him, though he desperately hoped his instructor's warning of hair in strange places was not accurate. Puberty had been a trial enough as it stood, and a second one would be as unwelcomed as the first...unless he could turn into animals.
The thought excited him and a wistful gleam came to his eye. ”That would be so neat....” he mutters to himself, now somewhat lost in the fantasy of becoming a hawk. The day dream was broken as Bailey entered the room. ”Oh uh...y...yes sir. I apologize. That...that was my doing. I'm um...Eli by the way everyone. Eli O'dell. It is a great pleasure to make your collective acquaintance.” | Name: Eli O’dell
Age: 21 years | June 6th, 1996.
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual.
Appearance:
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Green
Height: 6’2
Weight: 175 lb. (79.4 kg)
History: Fearing the coming end of days heralded by the y2k bug, in the spring 1995 a congregation of christian extremist formed the Saint Loyld's agricultural retreat in Elkhart County Indiana, Eli's parents chief amongst these founding members, gifting their considerable wealth to facilitate its construction. Members of the commune believed that mankind had grown distant from god through technology, and only those who abandoned the luxuries of the modern era would be spared the coming destruction.
For a while, the commune was a wonder to the young Eli. Days spent helping his mother and father in the fields, nurturing endless fields of green and golden corn and the jewel red tomatoes shining in springtime warmth. The modest education from the kindly reverend Loyld (who served as the communes teacher and spiritual guide) and close friendships with their Amish neighbors, brought together through their humble life styles and christian fellowship. He remembers, with no small fondness, the faceless dolls he would sometimes received as gifts from the young girls of their neighboring communities.
However, the inevitable dooms day soon dawned on the small community. And then passed with no fire, no planes falling from the sky, no screams of the unfaithful to cower from. Nothing that the small community had prepared for. Reverend Llyod attempted to assuage the more vocal members of the commune, assuring them that the day of judgement WAS coming as assuredly as the sun will rise. However, many elected to leave the commune after this, feeling that their spiritual leader was nothing more than a snake oil's salesmen.
The coming years were trying on Eli. The mood had decidedly soured in the community and they increasingly isolated themselves from their neighbors, much to his disappointment. His education all but halted as Reverend Lloyd took and increasingly active roll in defusing the strained air that permeated through their home, often through spiritual revere. And his fathers increasing agitations of feeling trapped by the community that 'robbed' him did little to help his home life, especially as the town coffers began to run empty. Even the simple pleasures he'd taken in farming vanished as the task evolved from spiritual duty to a necessary task done simply to keep the town alive.
Slowly he began to loath living in what was now called Lloyd's Town and began to shut himself off from the rest of the town, though he saw little chance to really leave. In what few opportunities he had to go to neighboring town for supplies, he'd marvel with almost childlike awe at what modest technology he could get his hands on (smartphones in particular were nothing short of a small miracle to him). And when he occasion struck, he'd sneak small textbooks in from the outside, though he'd often struggle with more complex subjects (especially those which were counter intuitive to his faith). Despite attempts, he made few friends on these trips due in part to his tendency to be overly blunt with others and somewhat anachronistic and faith centric views. He tried to break himself away from these tendencies, but even he would admit it was a painfully slow process, most because he could not shake the fear that, even for all that happens, that Reverend Llyod's teachings may very well be right. After many failed attempts (one in particular where he accidentally red lined a poor tourist's mustang while attempting to learn how to drive) he gave up, and now hesitates occasionally to speak to people he knows very well for fear of offending them somehow.
Initially he'd thought the illness was nothing more than a spell of spiritual weakness and did his best to ignore the scratchiness of his throat and the lethargic weight that seemed to rest itself on his chest. But when the visitors asking to take him away, he was more than happy to play it up in front of family. He'd thought of leaving many times, but only now did he have an adequate excuse. And by god, he was not going to let it slip him by.
Power:
Crystal shaping: Eli is able to manifest and control a unique form of crystal with a soft green hue. He can change the hardness of the crystal at will, though currently cannot surpass a 3 on the Mohs hardness scale. The crystals are highly conductive of both heat and electrical currents and are slightly luminescent, but are otherwise mundane.
As of now the maximum he can manifest and control is 60 cubic centimeters of crystal, after which he needs to rest. Controlling previously made samples do not seem to drain him as much.
As his powers develop, he'll be able to manipulate much larger volumes of crystal with little rest, however (due to the material in question), he's not able to create anything other than rudimentary shapes (columns, blocks, spikes excreta).
Other: |
45,522 | 1,236 | 86 | 2,692 | 854 | Athena Wilson
Interactions:
'This is such a mess. How could they quarantine me with people who have no idea of what's going on with them? This wasn't part of the plan.. at least not that I remember.'
Athena scowled at the ground as she tried to figure out what the purpose of all of this was. Perhaps she was placed with them to help them calm down and learn to control what little they know of their abilities? She never had a facility full of staff that was willing to help at her disposal. These people did. As she thought quietly, outside of the room, the brunette could feel eyes boring into her. Her head quickly turned upward, away from the ground, and her eyes scanned one side of the hall to the other, until they fell on Marcus. One of her eyebrows lifted a bit as she watched him with curiosity.
'What is he doing?'
Her head tilted slightly as she watched him fumble with the doorknob, that belong to a door not too far from her. She debated if he was scared of her or possible appalled by her. Both very plausible since she considered herself a horrible person.
In that moment, Athena forgot completely about everything going on in the lounge, even as Arthur and others found their way inside. She had to go thank the young man for trying to help her, even if she did manage to end up with a face full of hurt and on another hospital like bed. Gathering enough courage, Athena took a deep breath and began to walk over to Marcus, trying to look as non-bitch like as possible. If there even was a way to make herself look more approachable.
"Hi," she muttered once she was close enough to where she felt comfortable. It amused her that Marcus was a bit flabbergasted but she kept talking no matter what, "I should formally introduce myself. My name is Athena, and I would also like to thank you for trying to help me, although I don't remember much." The woman smiled, genuinely, at the man in front of her. She could tell that she made him feel uncomfortable, but something told her that he felt like that around everyone. "I think it would be a good idea if we go in the lounge. Try to figure out why people are acting the way they are?" | 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'. |
45,523 | 1,236 | 87 | 2,587 | 440 | Marcus Bradley Location: Hallway
As Athena began speaking, Marcus tried to relax-- he gave it his best shot, really he did. Even as she introduced herself, Marcus couldn't manage to speak, he stood there with a rather intense expression, evidence of his focus on trying to calm himself. Nothing was working. So as he stood there, more tightly wound than a bow string, he anxiously began scratching at his elbow to focus on something else, and then Athena said it--
"I don't remember much."
Marcus could have cheered he was so happy because, in retrospect, what he'd done was kind of a douche-move. He could have at least called for help or something but whatever, it was past, and she didn't recall.
"I think it would be a good idea if we go in the lounge..."
He started shaking his head even before Athena finished her thought with a, "Try to figure out why people are acting the way they are?" Why did it matter to him what the others were acting like? Why would he go to the lounge and be in a small room with the rest of them? WHY? And mega-why did she want him to go with her? She could go alone, couldn't she? Or maybe Athena was afraid of fainting again and... expected him to help? But he hadn't even helped in the fi-- A sharp pain caught Marcus' attention and he hissed in response to it.
He looked to his elbow then immediately slapped his hand over it to hide-- Marcus glanced at his elbow, hidden slightly by his hand. How had he scraped his own skin off so easily? An ivory white patch, scratched out by his own nails, stood out in stark contrast with his dark brown skin. Marcus felt himself grow cold as he took in the sight briefly. Was that-- was that bone showing?! then slapped his hand over it once more. Time was passing and Athena probably wanted a response now--
"No," was all he told Athena. He shook his head again then turned to start walking away, with the mindset that he needed to probably seek medical attention-- wait, shouldn't he be bleeding? Confused, Marcus halted only two steps away from Athena with his hand still over his elbow. There he stood, in silence, with more thoughts rolling around in his head than he felt capable of tending to. Well that and the fact he was still pretty shirtless but that felt very minor compared to, say, his possibly non-bleeding exposed bone, unsurprisingly.
Interaction: | 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 |
45,524 | 1,236 | 88 | 1,237 | 509 | Location: Lounge
Eliza had just a few seconds of peace when Cassius sat her down on the couch. She was feeling a lot better, the cool and calm atmosphere the lounge provided was helping with that. She calls out to Cass to share that bottle of whiskey he had just set down on the counter of the bar. Not a second later, lights beamed down from the ceiling and the lounge turned into the setting for a disco party. Eliza turned her eyes away from the lights when she hears Cass fall to the ground screaming, knocking over the whiskey.
Eliza's mind moved quicker than her body as she felt herself going slow to even stand up from the couch. Athena comes in and simply flicks off the lights before leaving the room, but that wasn't enough to help Cass who was still on the floor in pain. Before Eliza could say anything to her, she was already gone and Eliza grimaced at the girl's lack of aid to see if the poor guy was okay.
Once she was standing up, Eliza took deep breaths and walked towards the bar, avoiding the broken glass. She knelt down beside Cass who was shouting for someone to turn off the sound. Frantically, she looked around for the source of the music before one of the new faces from earlier comes in and smashes the stereo promptly stopping the music. Eliza flinched as pieces of shattered stereo joined the floor with the broken glass. She eyes at the new guy holding the stool in his hand.
"There had to be a better way to stop the sound you know." She said as she turns her attention back to Cass. She pours him a glass of water and sets it on the floor.
"You alright? Don't get up too quickly now." The wave of comforting hits Eliza awkwardly as she never once looked after another person. She then acknowledges Arthur walking in and commenting about how they should avoid keeping out of trouble and making messes. Something that she could agree with after what has happened within the last hour. When Bailey stumbles in and asks if they were all okay, Eliza takes a look around the lounge.
"Other than someone almost dying from exposure to a disco party and property damage occurring, I'd say we're good." Eliza sarcastically says as she starts to pour herself a Merlot from the bar. Then Arthur talks about his manifestation of power and there are hints that it could all be but a fabrication.
"I'm not even sure what happened to me should even be labeled as a "power". I was in my room when I picked up a pen and had something that felt like a huge stroke..." Eliza cuts in. She then wonders what could have triggered it.
"I had a drink of water from what my trainer gave to me. He could have drugged it and set off whatever happened to me. It wouldn't be crazy that they are setting all of this up... Who knows what happened at the pool could just be a simulation. They could be controlling the water, and watching us as it happens."
--- | 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:
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45,525 | 1,236 | 89 | 2,143 | 593 | Cassius "Cas" Williams | LoungeInteracting:
Cassius' ears rang with painful screech, like feedback from a microphone, amplified into his head. Cass had taken hits and suffered concussions on the pitch, but he'd never felt anything as painful as he was experiencing in the moment. He remained in his position, knelt on the floor until the screeching stopped, replaced by the sound of what was revealed to be Eli bashing a stool against the speaker system. "Jesus, man." He muttered as Eli finished vandalizing property. He reached up to the bar and put the switch to the disco system back into the "off" position.
"New Rule. Don't ever touch that button." He said as he sat upright. He was surprised to see Eliza, seemingly recovered, bring him a glass of water. He took it and downed it, but stood upright and grabbed the bottle that Arthur had poured from, filling his glass to the brim and sending the contents down his stomach in two quick gulps. With the massive headache that plagued him, he had half a mind to down the whole bottle, but he denied himself the pleasure.
Instead, he leans over the bar are Arthur talks to everyone, adressing the possibility of their "powers" being dangerous to each other. Cass wanted to shake his head and laugh and tell Arthur he was insane, because super powers weren't possible. However, what he'd seen at the pool, combined with the assault on his senses, pointed to something of an impossible nature. He hated the thought, but it seemed slightly more plausible that Arthur was in fact, on to something. So Cass just listened.
As he suggested that they excercise boundaries for themselves, Cass tried to imagine how he could do that. If his supposed powers had something to do with the berating of his senses, Cass couldn't think of a single safe place aside from sitting alone in his room. "Okay, assuming that we all have some kind of power, which we don't even know yet, how in the world would we ever organize a way to keep everyone safe? If my powers," He threw up air quotes to emphasize his attitude. "have something to do with my hearing and vision, then where could I be safe? And if you control water - or whatever - what's to stop you from accidentally killing someone? I mean- water makes up a majority of the body. How do we know that everyone in this room isn't a damn bomb waiting to explode?" He looked around at everyone, his frustration and anger evident. | 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. |
45,526 | 1,236 | 90 | 1,755 | 35 | Thomas Silias Falch
Pool-room-lounge
Thomas was quick to introduce himself as the girl who shot lightning came up to him and Baily. "I'm Thomas Falch, but, Imma run now, see you guys whenever you get to the lounge." He didn't want to be rude, but he felt it better to but some distance between himself and Bailey after what had just happened, it would be better for everyone.
He rummaged the halls for a moment before finally finding his room, quickly going inside to take a few deep breaths while all the shit he had just witnessed sank in. A guy had made his cheek and wrist go numb, some other guy had made a helix or whatever out of water, and a lady had then somehow managed to shot friking lightning. It was all too crazy, the kinds of thing Thomas expected to find in a comic, but he had just gotten a front seat to quite the show. He wanted to make himself believe that this was all a hoax and that everything had been staged, but sadly the events with Bailey had proven these things to be real. There had been no way that anyone could have numbed the exact points where he had chosen to touch Thomas, everything else could have been fixed with money, time, and a hell of an imagination, but not Bailey.
Thomas remained in his room for a while, feeling slowly returning to his wrist and cheek. "Guess I should go join everyone," he groaned, making his way out into the hall and down into the lounge where everyone had already gathered. He leaned up against a wall and listened to everyone talking about their powers, and how they needed to keep themselves safe.
"We don't" Thomas mumbled as he listened to Cass go about how it was impossible to keep everyone safe, and to be honest, Thomas doubted they could. Even if everyone knew their powers, then there was still the question of if they could control them or if they were merely a response to outside stimuli. What would happen if the lightning girl or water boy suddenly lost control for a moment and ended up killing everyone? Did the staff at this facility have some way of dealing with such a situation? Maybe this facility was less about keeping its inhabitants alive and more about keeping everyone outside safe? The idea wasn't a pleasant one, but Thomas tended to paint a rather bleak picture of most situations, rather wanting to be positively surprised than horribly disappointed.
Thomas shrugged, pushing himself off the wall he had leaned against as everyone had had their say, and then headed for the bar. "We don't," He repeated, throwing a quick glance over to Cass, clearly referencing the exploding comment. "For all we know this place is nothing else than a fancy prison, somewhere they can keep us so we don't hurt everyone on the outside. Very few of us, expect-" Thomas pointed over to the four people that seemed to at least partially know what their power was. "-those people, have any idea of what they can do, so, by all means, the rest of us can just be bombs waiting to go off." He threw in a smile for good measure, but doubted that any of his rambling would earn him any favors. | Thomas Silias Falch
Nickname:
Tommy
Age:
21. Thomas was born on the 14th of March, 1996.
Birthplace:
Lillehammer (Norway)
Sexuality:
Straight-ish
Spoken Languages:
Norwegian, English, some Swedish.
History:
Thomas was born in the far north of Norway on the 14th of March to Marie Elisabet and Stefan Flach, a couple of caring, loving and unprepared parents, as he was somewhat of an accident. They have never had any second thoughts about keeping him, but they wish they had been more prepared for the daunting task it would be to raise a child.
In the early years, everything was going peachy. Tommy grew up just like any other kid, going to school, doing homework, playing football (not by choice), making friends, getting into petty fights, and he was the best paper airplane maker in his class; they just flew better than the others. And, at home, he had two loving parents that did their best to take care of him and provide the things he needed. He had no complaints, and they were the center of his world.
Years passed by rather quickly, and towards the end of Tommy's schooling, he got drafted into the military. And so, just a week after graduation, he was whisked away to a military base halfway across the country to serve for 18 months, with only the occasional weekend or week off to visit family and friends. He expected it to be hard, but after just a month at the base, he started enjoying it. He enjoyed the people, the exercises, and all the weird stuff he got to take part in.
Tommy ended up only staying for 16 out of those 18 months as a strange sickness crept its way into him. At first, it felt like the flu, the slight fever and annoying cough spoke to that, but as time went, it just kept getting worse. His body temperature started fluctuating wildly, he struggled to keep food down, and eventually, he started blacking out. He was rushed to a nearby hospital, but there were no doctors that could make heads or tails of what was going on, that was until the people in the bio-suits showed up. They offering to take Tommy to a place where they could treat him properly, and Tommy was willing to say yes to anything as long as it made all this go away.
Powers:
Cloaking - The power to hide objects and subjects from sight, essentially turning them invisible. However, this power is incredibly draining, and if Tommy wants to cloak something he has to be in contact with it. He also has the ability to render himself invisible, but only if he remains stationary, any movement will break the invisibility. Other weaknesses are that even tho the object or subject is hidden from sight, they can still be heard, smelled or felt.
Trainer: |
45,527 | 1,236 | 91 | 536 | 192 | Caebyn -Bynie- DanversBynie peaked around the edge of the door frame and watched as once again Arther walked in and grabbed everyone's attention. The man was a born leader! She decided to enter the room, now that things had calmed down, eli perched awkwardly on his broken chair and Cass chugging down a glass of booze looking as if hed been hit by a car.
She nodded and smiled at Eli as he introduced himself, "Hello Eli im Caebyn Danvers, you can call me Bynie. So sorry I tripped over you earlier. I hope I didn't hurt ya."
Her attention was snagged by Cass. She had only been half listening to Arthur and Cass as they went on about powers, not hugely concerned due to not showing any sign of having any herself. But as she heard Casd target Arthur specifically about him exploding people she couldn't stay quiet. "Hey! You stop that! Arthurs not like that! If you don't recall," she said sassily holding up a finger"I fell into the water! Arthur could of very easily of accidentally drowned me, it was a highly emotional environment, but he didn't. He saved me and got out and calmed everyone else down too. I doubt anyone in here is vicious enough to show enough malicious intent towards a specific person to 'accidentally' trigger anything!" bynie huffed crossing her arms.
Then the other new guy strolled past her to get to the bar and started taking about how this place was nothing but a fancy prison. Bynie wanted to laugh, to poke fun of him for being a conspiracy theorist, but his words had struck a cord. He was right. They couldn't leave if they wanted to. And as much as she didn't believe anyone in the group capable of 'accidentally' hurting another member, what did she really know about these people? It's not like you got a background check before you catch a disease. | 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 |
45,528 | 1,236 | 92 | 1,833 | 2,419 | Sienna Morris
Current Location: Pool -> Bedroom -> Lounge
It was clear that those in the facility now had a game plan, or at least to figure one out. Sienna nodded to both Bailey and Thomas, the newcomer, and followed them out of the pool corridors. However, instead of going to the lounge meeting directly, Sienna made way to her bedroom first in order to shower away the chlorine smell that reeked from both her hair and body. Vaguely remembering that they would meet together in roughly fifteen or so minutes, Sienna took a quick shower and bathed in the rich scents of expensive soaps and other cleansing products.
Drying herself off and choosing to wear her usual outfit, Sienna grabbed her jacket from a chair and walked towards where the lounge was located. Pulling it over her shoulders as she walked, Sienna was able to hear quite a commotion from the lounge as she rounded a corner, the pilot wondering what could be the cause of all the shouting. While Sienna had spoken to Caebyn only a few times, she could clearly make something out that the ice cream coffee girl was shouting about Arthur's power could have easily killed someone. Stopping in her tracks, Sienna thought for a moment about her own power, and wondered how dangerous it could be. It only took a few amps for electricity to kill you, and Sienna worried about the possible dangers she would end up to be.
I flew for thrills, but also to protect people; not to kill people. This changes things... Sienna thought, eventually shaking her head to cast away the rampant thoughts that now plagued her head. It wasn't a good idea to dwell on a topic for too long, and Sienna hadn't wished it to distract her from life and reality. Stepping into view of the door to the lounge, Sienna went to walk inside, but upon seeing the carpeted floors, she moved her foot back behind where the carpet ended. Even if she tried to lose the idea of hurting one of her "new friends," Sienna knew carpet could easily aid in an electric shock, amplified by her power. "Don't mind me." Sienna said, allowing the others to acknowledge her presence. Leaning against the door frame, Sienna resolved to herself to stay clear from carpet, at least until their powers were brought under control. | 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. |
45,529 | 1,236 | 93 | 1,142 | 1,143 | Arthur Seymour
Lounge
Interacting with:
Arthur watched the group's varied arguments with a mild sense of disappointment. While he himself had allowed that, somehow, everything that was happening to them was a hoax he still found it hard to believe someone could invest so many resources to convincingly create the illusion of them having powers; that was before questioning why anyone would be motivated to go to such an extreme with no apparent gain in sight. The others, who were accepting that they had powers, seemed to be seeing them more as a curse and expected them to be accidentally killing themselves when they went out of control.
"Alright everyone, chill for a moment. This is getting out of hand." He said, raising his hands to focus attention on himself. "I think it's wise to remain somewhat skeptical for the reasons why were brought here," he glanced here at Eliza, "but I doubt this is a simple case of us being drugged and them establishing an incredibly elaborate illusion to convince us that we have powers. I see no gain on their part and it would be a very expensive prank if that were the case. I think it's more likely that what we've been told so far, at least in regards to our powers, is correct."
He gestured at Cass and Thomas who were both concerned about the consequences of powers, especially his own since he could, accidentally, cause some serious harm if it somehow went out of control. "We know that we were brought here to keep our powers under control. I should think that there are counter measures in place should our powers get out of hand and someone else was placed at risk. I admit, my own apparent power could be one of the more dangerous ones, hence why I suggested I stay out of the pool area while others were using it to limit any potential danger." He nodded at Cass, returning to his concerns about his power. "It will be worth asking your tutor, maybe they have some insight to how it can be limited or at least they could suggest ways to avoid danger. Don't forget that they, apparently, went through all of this themselves."
He nodded his thanks to Bynie for standing up for him and then, finally turned to Eli, the newcomer who they had first encountered in the pool. "In terms of how it came about... I wasn't doing anything myself. I was in here, marking some papers, when I noticed that helix shape was coming out of my tea. There was this... I can't really describe it. It was a sensation in the back of my head, I couldn't grasp it but I know it was somehow related. When I went to the pool area I felt that seem feeling before I noticed the helix so they must be somehow connected. I don't know if it was the same for you, Sienna."
Noticing her lingering in the doorway, he frowned in concern. Up until now she hadn't shown any reservations about sitting near others but now she was almost hiding away from them all. He thought back to the pool, when he had touched her and received some kind of shock from the contact, glancing instinctively back at the hand he had done so with. Was she concerned of accidentally shocking others? In any case, Arthur wanted to refute the idea of people becoming isolated from their powers, and stood up to cross the room and stand near the doorway with her. As he passed the counter he swiped the bottle of Laphroaig away from near Cass along with another glass and offered the empty one to Sienna and then splashed some of the whiskey into it while topping up his own a little.
"In any case, we should avoid panicking and losing our heads. If we remain calm we can isolate places of particular danger until we've learned to control this abilities properly. If there's one thing I've learned from superhero films, when people who don't understand their powers lose control of their emotions, that's when bad things happen." | 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. |
45,530 | 1,236 | 94 | 2,692 | 854 | Athena Wilson | Hallway to Lounge
Mentions:
Athena found herself frowning at the lack of socialization from Marcus. What had she done to him that was so bad that he had to get away from her so bad? The woman watched as rejection radiated off of Marcus before he left her alone in the hallway. Part of her wanted to chase after him and demand what his problem was, and another part of her wanting to figure out if she had done something wrong. Instead, Athena found herself crossing her arms and turning back to the lounge, where everyone had gathered by now. She couldn’t help but look over her shoulder a few times to take a glance or two at Marcus, her anger flaring up each time she did so.
“That’s what I get for trying to be nice to people…” her voice came out low enough to only speak out loud to herself, her eyes scowling at the ground. Once she had neared the door, she looked up and noticed Sienna standing at the door. Athena neared her, and once she was close enough, she cleared her throat to not startle Sienna. “Hey,” the woman smiled a bit before looking inside and seeing everyone watching Arthur intently. He was still speaking when she got to the door, and she managed to catch the last bit before he ended whatever speech he was giving out.
’Should I say something? Should I tell them what I was told?’ She pondered it for a moment, taking a good look at everyone’s face. ’No. I’ll keep quiet until the right time comes. They won’t accept any truth right now’. Her eyes shifted back to Arthur before stepping away from the door and leaning against the wall, still next to Sienna. “Do you think the excitement of the moment caused your ability to, in a way, activate? That’s how mine first started.” Her voice was quiet and aimed only towards Sienna as she tried to figure out if these people worked the same way that she did. | 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'. |
45,531 | 1,236 | 95 | 2,587 | 440 | Marcus Bradley Location: Bedroom ->Cafeteria
A grateful sigh escaped Marcus once he heard Athena walk away. There were more pressing matters on his mind than "how the others were doing" and "lounges" or whatever. He practically sprinted on the way to his room, his head buzzing with all sorts of theories, thoughts, and emotions, all centered around whatever the hell his elbow was doing. As the door to his room closed behind him, Marcus made his way into the bathroom, then stopped in front of the mirror. Even though he was still covering his elbow and could see no blood between his fingers, Marcus could feel nausea creeping up on him again but he knew he had to look. Slowly he removed his hand from covering up his elbow until he could see it again-- and there it was.
The scratch marks on his elbow were perfectly traced out by the slate gray of his bone beneath but... no this didn't look right. As he leaned farther forward, to get a better look at the "bone", Marcus began to notice that it wasn't shaped how bones should be shaped-- that his skin had peeled away from the area as if it had been wax atop of another layer of someting. With sick fascination, Marcus drew his fingernail between the area of exposed not-bone and his skin, then peeled the skin away easily. His eyes widened, his head swam, and he collapsed to the bathroom floor on his hands and knees, as he found he could no longer stand on legs trembling so fiercely.
Sweating suddenly, Marcus began forcing himself to think about it-- about what he had just done-- and the implications of it. He could peel his skin off and it neither hurt or bled. This was happening. Vomit erupted from his mouth, splashed against the tile floor, and splattered against his hands. Coughing, Marcus moved away from his mess, still on all fours, then made his way out of the bathroom.
Gross.
That was gross-- that was horrible-- he was not going to deal with it right now.
He fumbled for the bathroom door handle with his eyes closed, then shut all of that up-- shut the door and crawled away. As soon as he dug a solid blue hoodie out of his closet, he threw it over himself to cover up the elbo-- No. He wasn't even going to think about it-- he could feel the nausea creeping back at the hint of the thought. Marcus made his way out of his room then began walking miserably down the hallway. He could smell himself-- the stench of vomit clinging to him-- and figured since no one could possibly be in this direction, no one would ask questions about it. He was hungry, somehow, after all that puking, and it was so savage that Marcus knew he couldn't wait to eat. | 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 |
45,532 | 1,236 | 96 | 1,237 | 509 | Eliza listened carefully while the others shared their own opinion on what was happening to them. When someone mentioned that they should ask their trainers, Eliza couldn’t think of a reason to even bother, anything she would say to the guy would just spark a fight. Then again if their trainers did go through the same thing, it would help Eliza understand what power she’s suppose to have. After a while of talking she began to wonder why the people in the facility hasn’t stepped in yet. They must have noticed something gone awry. Maybe they were watching closely how the group is reacting to the powers?
The day’s events took a toll on her energy as Eliza wondered when the next meal would roll around. Most importantly, they were promised phone calls for the day. She assumed it would be by the end of the day but Eliza grew even more anxious just thinking about it. Though for her, she didn’t have anyone to call besides her sister. And with what had happened in New York, she wasn’t all too excited about hearing Elaina’s voice. But it would be nice to let someone know what is happening. At the very least get some sympathy out of dear old sis.
Eliza remained passive in the rest of the conversation as people argued about the safety of these powers or lack thereof. When it came to thinking up places to avoid, all Eliza could say about that was avoiding the pen that she touched in her room. She gave the idea of powers actually existing a chance since she wasn’t in a mood to argue.
“I guess in my case I’m going to avoid pens since touching one seems to have triggered something for me.” Eliza sighed at that ridiculous notion but the slight pain throbbing in her head reminded her that it was for the best.
--
@everyoneinthelounge | 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: |
45,533 | 1,236 | 97 | 895 | 506 | Eli
“Pleasure to meet you Ms. Danvers.” Eli says with a curt nod. “And do not be. Was more worried about your....state after the fall as it stood. I apologize.” He adds, giving a meek wave to Sienna as she enters. At least people were dressed now. So, things were at least starting to look up. He remained quiet as the group continued their debate on their circumstances, not really seeing much point in arguing further as to the intent of their hosts. Being there only for a day, there wasn't much evidence to draw an agenda from. Though if his instructor turned out to be evil, part of him wouldn't be too surprised.
“Hmm. A thought occurs though.” He says as the group resolves to avoid potential power triggers. “It seems a common thread between Arthur, Ms. Foxtrot and...I'm sorry ma'am, I don't think I know your name?” He says turning to Eliza before continuing. “Is that their powers seemed to occur when their minds where otherwise occupied. Arthur with grading and Sienna with the pool helix for examples. It might be safe to assume that, at least in these cases, there is a mental trigger rather than a purely physical one.”
He thinks further for a moment before standing, going to a far corner of the room and takes a deep breath. The exhale came with commanded slowness as he forced his mind to clear. It was something Reverend Lloyd had taught him, along with the other young people of the commune, as a way to distance one's mind from the temptations of technology when venturing into the world. Eli never thought much of it, only rarely engaging with it when his interactions with towns folks became upsetting (which is, perhaps, probably not 100% healthy truth be told). If Eli had ever been made aware of similar buddist practices, he probably would have found the overlap endearing. But he wasn't, and for now he simply focused on the exercise.
After a few seconds, he finally managed to find it. A weak, almost mute, line in the back of his mind. Almost tangential to this normal thoughts. He tugged at it softly (just in case he DID explode. Hopefully it would be a small one) bringing it forward. The air in front of his eyes glowed softly as dust seemed to rise from nowhere. He tugged again, this time bringing the line to the forfront of his mind and keeping it there, fighting what seemed to be a great resistance to him doing so. There is a quiet crinkle of what sounded like broken glass as an orb of light popped into life.
Excitement bubbled to the surface and his concentration lapsed, the line in his mind pulling free of his control and snapping back to its place just outside his thoughts. The ice cube sized ball of light dims considerably, dropping to the floor with a hefty clack for its size. Eli stares at in silence for a moment, before finally managing to say something. “I...I made a thing.” He stutters dumbly, pointing at the now visible rock. “I...” He starts, before a wave of nausea hits him like a truck load of nausea based metaphors keenly intent on ruining someones day. “ Think I'm going to go vomit. Trash can please?” He asks, leaning limply against the wall. | Name: Eli O’dell
Age: 21 years | June 6th, 1996.
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual.
Appearance:
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Green
Height: 6’2
Weight: 175 lb. (79.4 kg)
History: Fearing the coming end of days heralded by the y2k bug, in the spring 1995 a congregation of christian extremist formed the Saint Loyld's agricultural retreat in Elkhart County Indiana, Eli's parents chief amongst these founding members, gifting their considerable wealth to facilitate its construction. Members of the commune believed that mankind had grown distant from god through technology, and only those who abandoned the luxuries of the modern era would be spared the coming destruction.
For a while, the commune was a wonder to the young Eli. Days spent helping his mother and father in the fields, nurturing endless fields of green and golden corn and the jewel red tomatoes shining in springtime warmth. The modest education from the kindly reverend Loyld (who served as the communes teacher and spiritual guide) and close friendships with their Amish neighbors, brought together through their humble life styles and christian fellowship. He remembers, with no small fondness, the faceless dolls he would sometimes received as gifts from the young girls of their neighboring communities.
However, the inevitable dooms day soon dawned on the small community. And then passed with no fire, no planes falling from the sky, no screams of the unfaithful to cower from. Nothing that the small community had prepared for. Reverend Llyod attempted to assuage the more vocal members of the commune, assuring them that the day of judgement WAS coming as assuredly as the sun will rise. However, many elected to leave the commune after this, feeling that their spiritual leader was nothing more than a snake oil's salesmen.
The coming years were trying on Eli. The mood had decidedly soured in the community and they increasingly isolated themselves from their neighbors, much to his disappointment. His education all but halted as Reverend Lloyd took and increasingly active roll in defusing the strained air that permeated through their home, often through spiritual revere. And his fathers increasing agitations of feeling trapped by the community that 'robbed' him did little to help his home life, especially as the town coffers began to run empty. Even the simple pleasures he'd taken in farming vanished as the task evolved from spiritual duty to a necessary task done simply to keep the town alive.
Slowly he began to loath living in what was now called Lloyd's Town and began to shut himself off from the rest of the town, though he saw little chance to really leave. In what few opportunities he had to go to neighboring town for supplies, he'd marvel with almost childlike awe at what modest technology he could get his hands on (smartphones in particular were nothing short of a small miracle to him). And when he occasion struck, he'd sneak small textbooks in from the outside, though he'd often struggle with more complex subjects (especially those which were counter intuitive to his faith). Despite attempts, he made few friends on these trips due in part to his tendency to be overly blunt with others and somewhat anachronistic and faith centric views. He tried to break himself away from these tendencies, but even he would admit it was a painfully slow process, most because he could not shake the fear that, even for all that happens, that Reverend Llyod's teachings may very well be right. After many failed attempts (one in particular where he accidentally red lined a poor tourist's mustang while attempting to learn how to drive) he gave up, and now hesitates occasionally to speak to people he knows very well for fear of offending them somehow.
Initially he'd thought the illness was nothing more than a spell of spiritual weakness and did his best to ignore the scratchiness of his throat and the lethargic weight that seemed to rest itself on his chest. But when the visitors asking to take him away, he was more than happy to play it up in front of family. He'd thought of leaving many times, but only now did he have an adequate excuse. And by god, he was not going to let it slip him by.
Power:
Crystal shaping: Eli is able to manifest and control a unique form of crystal with a soft green hue. He can change the hardness of the crystal at will, though currently cannot surpass a 3 on the Mohs hardness scale. The crystals are highly conductive of both heat and electrical currents and are slightly luminescent, but are otherwise mundane.
As of now the maximum he can manifest and control is 60 cubic centimeters of crystal, after which he needs to rest. Controlling previously made samples do not seem to drain him as much.
As his powers develop, he'll be able to manipulate much larger volumes of crystal with little rest, however (due to the material in question), he's not able to create anything other than rudimentary shapes (columns, blocks, spikes excreta).
Other: |
45,534 | 1,236 | 98 | 1,833 | 2,419 | Sienna Morris
Current Location: Lounge
As befitting the teacher, Arthur was more than capable of calming the facility's populace, yet Sienna still had reservations about everything. She may have accidentally hurt someone in the past--just as everyone else--but Sienna was hesitant from stepping forward, lest she hit anyone with a electric shock with the power of her jet fighter's payload. Despite this, Arthur approached Sienna with a glass and some liquor, and out of concern, Sienna stared back at Arthur with a 'are-you-serious' gaze expressed on her face. A few moments passed for Arthur to speak again, before Sienna eventually caved in."Ah, why not? It'd be ridiculous if I let this 'power' have the best of me instead of letting it just become AFI. Cheers." With a shrug, Sienna took the glass from Arthur, and finished the liquor in one big gulp.
As Sienna lowered the glass, Athena came into view, friendly and with questions. "Hey." Sienna replied with a smile of her own, now warming up more towards the rest of the group. Upon her question, Sienna cupped her chin, idly shifting the glass in her hand as she thought the reasoning behind how her powers activated. "To be honest, I'm not sure. I remember seeing Arthur's helix, and later reaching out to touch it. Perhaps you could say the key for activation was the helix alluring my gaze away from anything else, if that counts." Sienna explained, with a slight shrug in Athena's direction as the two began to speak and converse.
"What about you, Athena? I haven't seen you around lately. I know that incident with Bailey might not have been the best way to introduce yourself, but while we're at it, why not let bygones be bygones? I'm sure everyone would be willing to meet you." Sienna explained, nodding assurance to Athena when the newcomer began to yell that he felt sick. Looking in Eli's direction, and then to the carpet, Sienna took a heavy sigh and walked over towards the trash can, snatching it into her hands. "Here, lurch into this instead of the carpet." Sienna stated, passing the bucket to Eli. The pilot was used to people throwing up, and Sienna paid no heed to the sounds of vomit that would soon be coming as she turned back to the conversation that was being had. | 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. |
45,535 | 1,236 | 99 | 1,142 | 1,143 | Arthur Seymour
Lounge
"That's the spirit." Arthur grinned as Sienna accepted the glass although he raised an eyebrow when she downed the strong liquor in one gulp; if he wasn't so impressed he might have had something to say about wasting a good, proper whiskey by drinking it in such fashion. Athena soon joined them and talked to Sienna at the door briefly before the latter woman rushed across the room to save the carpet from Eli's sudden illness.
Watching from the doorway, Arthur suddenly wondered how on earth such a varied and, apparently, random assortment of people could have been collected. Of course, he like the others had thought so before but the scene in front of him was so fragmented, so utterly bizarre with people from all over with little to connect them besides their age range, brought the thoughts winging back home to him. It was a puzzle and if there was one thing Arthur liked, it was answering riddles and solving mysteries.
He had no time, however, to dwell on such thoughts as, after a long period of noticeable absence, there was a buzzing sound announcing that the Administrators finally had something to say to them again. As always, it was the same research lady who had first spoken to them, chipper as always and sounding more like they were at a theme park than in a facility with, apparently, potentially fatal illnesses.
"Good evening everyone! My, what excitement we've had today - it looks like you've almost all awoken your abilities. We're making good progress then! What?" There was some muttering through the system, too quiet for them to hear but audible enough for them to know that she was talking to someone else. "Ah yes, I almost forgot! Tonight you'll be allowed to make a call to family or friends or whatever. Just one for now, the instructions are all on your TV. I'm afraid it's a bit like Skype rather than FaceTime but we ran out of budget, what can I say?" She laughed loudly, and at length, at her joke before finishing off, slightly breathless from her giggling fit. "No curfew tonight but it's the same start time tomorrow so get plenty of sleep. Rest is key to progressing your well being! Ciao and goodnight!"
Silence lay in the wake of her announcement. It looked like, the same as Arthur, the others had forgotten that they were going to be allowed to call out of the facility. No one moved for a bit but the atmosphere was getting awkward, none willing to make the first move but all desperate to rush to their rooms without looking so. Eventually, Arthur finished the last of his drink quickly and put his glass and the bottle onto the bar counter resolutely.
"Well, I'll catch you all for some tea in a bit then." He tried to sound off-hand as he strode from the room, suppressing the urge to run to his room. The white halls were already becoming eerily familiar, the brightness of the lightning less off-putting than it had been at first but he was too eager to get back to this room to notice how unsettling that sensation was. Nearly throwing the door open as he entered, he grabbed the TV remote off the desk and switched it on, kicking the door shut behind him before sitting down on the bed nervously.
The TV booted up as before, showing numerous different apps. He cycled through them until he got to the end where a new one sat, displaying a generic black video camera symbol on a white background. With some trepidation he opened it and a list of people sprang up, all of them those he knew. Under normal circumstances he would have found it creepy that they had generated such a list but he was finding it harder to be surprised by how much the Administrators knew about them all, and so was merely grateful for the choice.
Which presented its own conundrum. Who, out of that long list, did he call? 'Just one for now' she had said, which suggested to Arthur that in future they would be able to make further, and perhaps more frequent, calls out to people. So for now he chose who he felt was the most important, or at least, the one who would be most concerned about him and the most eager for news, and scrolled down the list to find his mother.
The screen went black with a dull phone ringing sound effect in the background while the connection was being made. As he waited, Arthur began to wonder what would happen if the call wasn't picked up - would they be allowed another or would that one, failed, attempt be all they got? He didn't get his answer as, after half a dozen chimes, the call was picked up by his mother. From the angle of the camera he assumed she was taking the call on her phone in the living room, the dark window behind her suggested that it was night time although not too late as she was still in day clothes.
"Arthur? Oh, they said you'd be calling but I wasn't sure... I'm so glad to see you! How are you feeling?"
Her expression was filled with worry but it was no more than that of someone concerned for another's help. Like him, she had taken it in stride about the unusual situation and accepted that what had to be done was being done; focusing on getting better was the most important. Once again, he was struck by how like his mother in personality he was. He forced a smile, trying to keep calm and not let all of the little, niggling concerns that were in the back of his mind show on his face.
"Fine, thanks mum. All a bit peculiar but... can't say I don't understand it all now." He wondered how much they were allowed to tell others, no announcement had been made about that and he distinctly remembered them saying that those around them had been told a little about their condition. How much would his mother know, in that case? Deciding to keep it simple, in the realms of a normal illness, he shrugged his shoulders and instead went on at length about the facility, stressing how extensive it seemed their care would be.
They chatted for some time before Arthur finally clocked onto something unusual. His mother was still sitting in the living room but it was dark outside despite which meant it was late in England. Observing her more closely he saw signs of stress and concern, a slight turning down of the lips at the edge of her mouth and a dullness in her eyes, which he had assumed were connected to his temporary incarceration. Finally, he broke the chain of their conversation and brought up what she had clearly been avoiding.
"Mum, where's Dad?"
All colour drained from his mother's face and the barely hidden signs of stress showed more clearly on her face. For a moment they sat in silence before she spoke.
"I don't know. Arthur-"
The image froze, moving incredibly slowly with garbled and nonsensical sound jarring out of the speakers. After half a minute the signal cut out and an error message showed on the screen.
"Signal Lost." | 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. |
45,536 | 1,236 | 100 | 2,587 | 440 | Marcus Bradley Location: Cafeteria ->Bedroom
While Marcus was in the middle of bag 3 of potato chips, the intercom buzzed on, with the researcher lady putting out instructions. Marcus was going to disregard it as more instructional nonsense before the word "call" was mentioned. He sat straight up to listen. SO there was to be only one call? What kind of arbitrary limit was that and why? Shaking his head, Marcus immediately felt a mix of distrust and irritation at that point. Why were they holding contact with his family at an arm's length like this? What purpose did that serve other than to cause him more stress? Grinding his teeth, Marcus began walking out of the cafeteria, three tiny bags of chips in hand, with his focus solely on his thoughts.
Damn these people.
First they take him out of his house, as if that's fine, tell him he's sick, as if that weren't mildly disturbing, shove him into here with a bunch of random strangers, limit his contact with is family, the outside world, the sun itself, and as if that weren't enough they were basically telling him now-- "Oh, you can contact your family but on our time, when we want you to, and only ONE person because screw you, that's why." By the time Marcus made it to his bedroom, his temper was fully flared, and he figured he'd already had enough of this place. Marcus slammed the door behind himself so hard that he heard several, rather loud, cracking and snapping noises come from it but he didn't spare it a glance over his shoulder. To hell with this place, that door, and these "illnesses". Growling, Marcus walked further into the bedroom, then picked up the remote.
Soon he found the calling application then looked over the list of contacts. Shaking his head slowly, Marcus figured that whoever assembled the list was just reaching for straws-- to put it simply, Marcus didn't give a single thought about half of the six person list until he saw their names here again. Three were people he interacted with solely for business, one was a friend, and two were his mothers. That was it. They should have put his dog on this list because Marcus felt more strongly about Coco than the work contacts. Still. If he was stupidly afforded only one call "for now"-- which that phrasing implied more that made Marcus feel irritated-- then he needed to call someone who would have the highest possibility of answering.
This unfortunately meant he was going to call Isiah. A deep sigh escaped Marcus as he settled more firmly into his decision, then activated the app. Isiah answered after the second ring.
"Woah dude," Isiah spoke as soon as the video activated, "When you get a call from some weird application and then you see a guy who you were SURE got abducted by aliens." Leaning back in his large padded desk chair, Isiah nodded at Marcus, tented his fingers, then continued, "Very interesting. Blink twice if you bein' held hostage." Pinching the bridge of his nose, Marcus told Isiah, "Open your blinds, brah? What time's it there?" Isiah went over to an unseen window and let in orange evening sunlight.
"'Bout eighteen," Isiah answered once he was at the computer again.
"Man... tell my moms I called."
"Yeah right-- What else tho?! I mean-- c'mon there's gotta be more'n that, huh?"
"Well," Marcus cleared his throat, "I'm pissed off. That's somethin'."
"You bein' real vague right now."
Silence passed between them briefly. Marcus shifted uncomfortably under Isiah's concerned stare.
"How's Coco?" Marcus asked after a second.
Isiah rolled his eyes, "Still a dog."
"Good," Marcus mumbled before running a hand through his hair.
"You ain't ever been this quiet or awkward before-- they do some shit to ya? Injections? Lace ya food? You gettin' probed in the butt, huh? Oh man, they probin' ya butt ain't they..."
As much as Marcus tried not to laugh, he couldn't help it, not after Isiah began tossing jokes one after the other. They were always like stand-up comedy routines, complete with sound effects and outrageous stories. Isiah went on for a length, making Marcus feel more at ease than he had been since he'd arrived, when the screen suddenly went black. Marcus sat upright, his laughter choking into silence, as he fumbled with the remote briefly. "No no, come on, don' do this shit," he began to groan as he began trying to troubleshoot the problem. He was sure he tried everything to get the application working again-- turning the TV on and off, unplugging it, everything! By the time Marcus finally gave up trying, he was panting slightly, and sitting dejectedly on the bed. He stared at the TV for a long moment before laying back onto the bed in defeat.
"I hate this place," he groaned before adding with a smirk, "But at least there ain't no butt probes." | 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 |
45,537 | 1,236 | 101 | 994 | 197 | Bailey Collins
Location
Lounge --- Room
Interacting with
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Damn. Bailey rested against the back wall. As he listened to the fear that threaded through the room and while Arthur did his best to quell the bubbling chaos he couldn't dismiss the fact that Cas was correct. He had seen the towering helix and watched Sienna spurt lighting from her fingertips. Who is to say one of them wouldn't go nuclear? At least they know it won't be you. Bailey's mind scoffed as the adrenaline that had been coursing through his veins had begun to dissipate. Was it emotion that had drew his power out? The sheer excitement at seeing the impossible, possible?
Bailey's mind set to wrap around this new found power, drowning out the various voices that floated across the room. He pressed his fingertips into the flesh of his palm, Nothing. Just the same as before in the pool. Bailey's eyes danced around the room- if only he could touch someone else- before his settled back on the man from before. The one who's anger still burned in the back of Bailey's skull.
Best not.
He folded his arms across his chest, careful to tuck his hands away from the others as a sharp click caught his attention. "I made a thing." Someone voiced, a man who Bailey didn't recognize. On the floor below lay a considerable sized object, "Think I'm going to vomit..." Bailey could hear the weariness in his voice as the man folded back onto the wall, his face awash in sweat as he fought the urge. Sienna was quick though, Bailey hadn't even noticed her arrival, as she rushed to the man's rescue; trash can in hand.
She didn't seemed phased; not by this meeting and certainly not by the thought of impending vomit. A thought that even pur his own stomach on edge. She had tried to talk to him earlier but Bailey had brushed her off. He grimaced as the realization hit him, he had missed the opportunity to ask her more about how she felt at the time. Surely popping off arcs big electricity left some sort of impression, he knew it had on him.
Overhead the familiar click of the intercom distracted him from his thoughts as a woman's voice poured cheerfully though the speakers. Bailey waited, sucking in a deep breath, as he wondered how'd they smooth over this sudden pop in powers, "...you'll be allowed to make a phone call.."
A phone call? His heart stammered in his chest. He had forgotten about the outside world, his friends and family. So caught up in the happenings around him that the very thought of them outside, living, almost felt foreign.
Bailey mumbled an apology as be edged himself out of the lounge, What did they tell them? His mind ran frantic as it explored all the possibilities. A feeling of longing had begun to well up, he missed his life. He missed seeing his phone light up with his mom's name as she rang him at least once a day before he made his way home from university and the way she'd yell at him when he woke up late for class. Bailey's feet couldn't carry him fast enough as he half jogged into his room, wet clothes still pooled in the corner of the room.
He wet his lips, suddenly nervous, as his hand fidgeted with the televisions remote. Apps lined the screen, brightly colored with the promise of entertainment, but it was the plain one- the one with the jet black camera that stood stark against the white that threw his emotions on overdrive. Clicking it open a small list pooled. "One call, Bailey. Just one." He muttered as he pressed select on a name.
Bright blue eyes were the first thing he notice fill the screen, "Bailey!" A voice cried as a sense of relief flushed through him.
"Hi, mom."
"You look well! Are you well?" He could feel her concern flood through the t.v screen. A smile pulled at his lips as he rested his hand at the base of his neck.
"I'm well," He laughed as he watched the worry lines that creased her face smoothen, "It's a little weird, being stuck in here, but it's not too terrible."
I want to come home. His mind echoed as Bailey's smile faltered a little.
His mom sighed from the other side, "I was worried. They told me you were sick and that you needed special attention."
What? No mention that I'm going to be a super hero? Or at least...one hell of a topical anesthesia? He mentally joked but Bailey couldn't force himself to voice out loud. It seemed absurd, even to him, and he wasn't sure exactly how much they had let his family know.
"Sweetie? You OK?" Her brows pulled together as she studied his face, "You're awfully quiet. She was right, Bailey had let the space between then fill with uncomfortable silence as he pondered on what exactly to say to his mother.
Bailey flashed her a grin, "Yes, mom. Just a little tired. Went for a swim earlier and it must of taken more out of me than I thought." He chuckled but his mother only frowned in response.
"A swim? I don't understand, Bail, what exactly-" Her voice began to warp as pixels fragmented the image on the screen.
"Mom? Bailey tool a half set towards the television set. His mothers face twitched across the pane, her voice garbled as it burst through the speakers. "Mom?! Mom! Can you hear me?!"
No, please.
"Mom! Tell everyone that I-" The t.v suddenly went dark a white text appeared. 'Signal lost' Bailey let out a heavy sigh as he clicked off the television set. "Tell everyone that I miss them and that I love you." He finished to the empty screen before him. His heart has sank into his chest, aching as he replayed his brief moments over with his mother. As always, he had wasted what precious time they had. He padded over to his bed, crawling in, Bailey didn't want to think about it anymore. His limbs flooding with fatigue from the days stress. Darkness swirled around the corners of his mind as Bailey felt himself start to slip away. | 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. |
45,538 | 1,236 | 102 | 1,237 | 509 | Location:Room 8
Eliza took a sharp breath at the announcement of phone calls. The moment she was pulling hairs out was finally came. They had all the time to discuss more about powers so she shuffled those thoughts to the back of her mind, where the pain was now dispersing. Slipping quietly out of the lounge and into her room, Eliza sits on her bed and hesitates whether calling her sister would be worth the time. She held the remote tightly in her hands, it felt icy while the room seemed to grow only colder.
It was silent save for the deep and sharp breaths cutting through her throat and out her nose. At the thought of her sister, Eliza’s mind involuntarily moves to remember what had happened at their father’s funeral.
It was a dark and gloomy Spring day in New York. The clouds above were hiding the sun, looking ready to cry as was Eliza. Her eyes strained not from crying but from trying not to. The ceremony was small, and only in attendance of close family members and the company board. All the more reason not to show any sign of “weakness”. And while the ceremony had already finished, Eliza stood still, not taking her eyes off the headstone that read her father’s name and the patch of newly filled in dirt where he rested six feet under.
It was the sound of her sister’s haughty voice that interrupted the eerie mournful silence.
“The board and I have arranged for your departure from New York. Running away just because you lost isn’t what dad would’ve wanted, but if it’ll get you off my back I’ll make sure California is at the best standard for you.” Elaina’s tone was far from comfort, instead it felt like she was gloating. And Eliza didn’t have to turn around to know that her sister was unhinged by the death of their father. She didn’t bother giving a response since that would give away the fact that there was nothing but hurt and defeat inside.
She felt a cold slender hand on her shoulder.
“If you think I don’t love you, you’re wrong. You’re still my sister and now it’s just us. So when you’re ready to come back…” Elaina couldn’t think of what else to say since “comforting” wasn’t her forte. She wanted to say "don’t" but instead she left her little sister to mourn while she walked towards the car to escape the storm that was about to arrive.
Eliza opens her eyes to see her knuckles white from clutching the remote so tightly. There was a small tug in her mind towards the remote, similar to earlier when she held the pen but this time much less intense. The unwanted flashback made her realize that she was not ready to face her sister and decided to not call anyone, tossing the remote aside. She gave away to the exhaustion and plopped her head on the pillow. In the cold desolated room, she was reminded of how on that day the heavy clouds that held in their tears never let them fall, but on this night she did. | 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: |
45,539 | 1,236 | 103 | 895 | 506 | Eli
Eli curtly nods at Sienna before dry heaves take hold of him, throwing his head back into the bucket. The announcement of phone calls echoed dimly in the chamber of the bucket, though Eli gave it little thought. There was only one phone on the compound, an old rotary model with white plastic that had long since been stained yellow by time. And that hadn't been connected to anything since he was a boy.
A final lurch brought forth the objecting former contents of his stomach. Clear, tasteless. Water, he decided, feeling the final rush of nausea subside. “And at any rate dont think there would be much to say...Atleast yet.” He thinks as his Adams apple resignedly removes itself from the bottom of his chin and back towards its home on his neck. Somehow, despite his optimism, he didn't see telling his father that he just willed a stone into existence would do any good.
“Speak of the devil...” He mumbles, weakly picking up the still shining gem careful not to disturb the bucket. Its surface was rough and uneven and it was more oblong than round than he thought it should be. And considering he just deposited what little was in his stomach back into the world to make it, it was upsettingly small. He rolls the pebble in his hands a few times, letting its weight settle his still churning stomach. Arthur's display earlier had seemed so grand. Pure even. His, on the other hand...Well, of all the things that could have been his divine gift, being a vomiting jewelry maker was not what he expected or wanted.
He shakily stands up, leaving the room with bucket in tow. He didn't feel like embarrassing himself further after that, not that there was much else to say. Finding his room took a while and he could not get the door opened fast enough, happily disposing of the bucket and its contents in the bathroom before falling flat onto the bed. | Name: Eli O’dell
Age: 21 years | June 6th, 1996.
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual.
Appearance:
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Green
Height: 6’2
Weight: 175 lb. (79.4 kg)
History: Fearing the coming end of days heralded by the y2k bug, in the spring 1995 a congregation of christian extremist formed the Saint Loyld's agricultural retreat in Elkhart County Indiana, Eli's parents chief amongst these founding members, gifting their considerable wealth to facilitate its construction. Members of the commune believed that mankind had grown distant from god through technology, and only those who abandoned the luxuries of the modern era would be spared the coming destruction.
For a while, the commune was a wonder to the young Eli. Days spent helping his mother and father in the fields, nurturing endless fields of green and golden corn and the jewel red tomatoes shining in springtime warmth. The modest education from the kindly reverend Loyld (who served as the communes teacher and spiritual guide) and close friendships with their Amish neighbors, brought together through their humble life styles and christian fellowship. He remembers, with no small fondness, the faceless dolls he would sometimes received as gifts from the young girls of their neighboring communities.
However, the inevitable dooms day soon dawned on the small community. And then passed with no fire, no planes falling from the sky, no screams of the unfaithful to cower from. Nothing that the small community had prepared for. Reverend Llyod attempted to assuage the more vocal members of the commune, assuring them that the day of judgement WAS coming as assuredly as the sun will rise. However, many elected to leave the commune after this, feeling that their spiritual leader was nothing more than a snake oil's salesmen.
The coming years were trying on Eli. The mood had decidedly soured in the community and they increasingly isolated themselves from their neighbors, much to his disappointment. His education all but halted as Reverend Lloyd took and increasingly active roll in defusing the strained air that permeated through their home, often through spiritual revere. And his fathers increasing agitations of feeling trapped by the community that 'robbed' him did little to help his home life, especially as the town coffers began to run empty. Even the simple pleasures he'd taken in farming vanished as the task evolved from spiritual duty to a necessary task done simply to keep the town alive.
Slowly he began to loath living in what was now called Lloyd's Town and began to shut himself off from the rest of the town, though he saw little chance to really leave. In what few opportunities he had to go to neighboring town for supplies, he'd marvel with almost childlike awe at what modest technology he could get his hands on (smartphones in particular were nothing short of a small miracle to him). And when he occasion struck, he'd sneak small textbooks in from the outside, though he'd often struggle with more complex subjects (especially those which were counter intuitive to his faith). Despite attempts, he made few friends on these trips due in part to his tendency to be overly blunt with others and somewhat anachronistic and faith centric views. He tried to break himself away from these tendencies, but even he would admit it was a painfully slow process, most because he could not shake the fear that, even for all that happens, that Reverend Llyod's teachings may very well be right. After many failed attempts (one in particular where he accidentally red lined a poor tourist's mustang while attempting to learn how to drive) he gave up, and now hesitates occasionally to speak to people he knows very well for fear of offending them somehow.
Initially he'd thought the illness was nothing more than a spell of spiritual weakness and did his best to ignore the scratchiness of his throat and the lethargic weight that seemed to rest itself on his chest. But when the visitors asking to take him away, he was more than happy to play it up in front of family. He'd thought of leaving many times, but only now did he have an adequate excuse. And by god, he was not going to let it slip him by.
Power:
Crystal shaping: Eli is able to manifest and control a unique form of crystal with a soft green hue. He can change the hardness of the crystal at will, though currently cannot surpass a 3 on the Mohs hardness scale. The crystals are highly conductive of both heat and electrical currents and are slightly luminescent, but are otherwise mundane.
As of now the maximum he can manifest and control is 60 cubic centimeters of crystal, after which he needs to rest. Controlling previously made samples do not seem to drain him as much.
As his powers develop, he'll be able to manipulate much larger volumes of crystal with little rest, however (due to the material in question), he's not able to create anything other than rudimentary shapes (columns, blocks, spikes excreta).
Other: |
45,540 | 1,236 | 104 | 1,833 | 2,419 | Sienna Morris
Current Location: Lounge -> Bedroom
Soon after the sounds of Eli vomiting began to exist, the female scientist began her issued announcement through the intercom within the lounge. The scientist spoke of allowing them to make a phone call as if to remind them, before cracking a rather cringe joke (or so Sienna thought) as she finished her announcement. Looking to the rest of those that were in the lounge, it had appeared that most of them had already left after the intercom shut off, including Eli walking away with his bucket. Deciding to follow suit, Sienna said her farewell to those that still remained in the lounge and returned to her designated room.
Unzipping her jacket, Sienna sat down on her bed and reached for the remote. Having decided on her previous plan of action, Sienna scrolled through the various television applications until she was met with a rather bland icon with a camera. Pressing a button activated the application, presenting a list of contacts that Sienna had known throughout her life. Her parents, dear friends from high school, even a potential romantic interest were all on the list, and it amazed Sienna how the facility staff knew so much about their lives. Still, despite all the choices presented to her, Sienna refused to divert from the original plan she had thought of, and went to call Kirkland, her second-in-command.
"Donut Hair? We thought you were dead!" A rather energetic man announced, calling the rest of those relaxing in the barracks once the video feed was established. A moment passed before Sienna bothered to respond, the 'Donut Hair' comment rooting itself within her. "I'm... fine, but listen. There is something that I need you to do for me, Kirkland." Sienna explained, taking in each of her comrades' faces. It had been awhile since Sienna had seen them.
"Yes, lieutenant?"
"I need you to tell my parents that I'm fine and dandy. I don't know how much time they've given me for this phone call, but the sickness-" The connection began to fuzz out, resulting in garbled speech and static until the connection had dropped and left Sienna with a blank screen. "-is nothing to worry yourselves over." Sienna finished, sighing as she tossed the remote over to the couch in the bedroom. "Bloody hell... Sienna muttered, laying backwards on the bed as her mind began to wonder if the scientists were controlling every aspect of their lives. The sudden drop of connection as soon as she uttered the word sickness had felt too related, but before her suspicious thoughts carried Sienna away, a sleepy dream state awaited her as she dozed off on her bed. | 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. |
45,541 | 1,236 | 105 | 1,142 | 1,143 | Arthur Seymour
It hadn't been an easy night.
After the call cutting out just as his mother was about to tell him something, Arthur had felt the fear he had been suppressing all along rising within him. Something was not right in the facility. He was sure of it now. For all their talk of helping them, the luxury of the equipment and leisure available to them, there was something underlying all of this that put him on edge; it had his instincts crying out for him to look for escape.
Yet, logically, he could see nothing wrong with the place. All the reasoning they had been given was solid and events up until then had aligned with the tale they had been told by the staff. The precautions put in place were all to be expected and there were multiple reasons Arthur could come up with for why his call had been cut short, chief among them being that something had happened to his father and the staff didn't want anything to make him emotionally unstable. That made sense to him, as their powers were an unknown quantity and he suspected there would be some kind of emotional link to their activation. Plus, as had been made perfectly clear, his power was one that was, by its nature, a grave threat to the others in the facility if it got out of hand.
He had barely spoken to anyone after the call, making himself some dinner quickly and grabbing a cup of tea, all the while trying not to look shaken by what had occurred during the call. Reluctant to go out and interact with the others that morning, he had stayed in bed longer than he normally would but it was still early, well before their mandatory eight o'clock wake up time. Eventually, admonishing himself to staying in bed with his thoughts for so long, he shoved the covers off and padded barefoot into the bathroom to take a quick shower.
I'll go for a swim. Hopefully no one else is up this early.
Brightening a little at the thought of spending time just swimming lengths, a calming activity if there ever was one, Arthur grabbed some swimming trunks from a cupboard and then headed to the pool. This time, with no one else around and no strange happenings occurring, he was able to look a little more closely and find some changing rooms where showers and towels had been provided. There were the usual signs about having a shower before and after getting in the pool but, as he had already showered, he ignored them and changed into the trunks before going back out to the pool and diving in.
He glanced at his watch before he began. 06:30. Plenty of time before the others would be up, if the previous day had been any sign. Kicking off the edge of the pool he began to pull himself forwards, stroke after stroke, enjoying the feeling of strength he had from exercising his muscles and focusing on nothing but the swim, his mind clearing of all the thoughts that had been haunting his dreams that night. When the time came he could sort them out, this time with an organised and calm mind.
If nothing else, I need to seem calm to the others. | 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. |
45,542 | 1,236 | 106 | 2,143 | 593 | Cassius "Cas" Williams | Room / Gym / PoolInteracting:
As the day began to wind down, Cassius found himself in his room, staring at the smart TV on his will. He navigated through the applications until he found the TV's equivalent of FaceTime. He clicked on the app and was surprised to find a list of people that he frequently spoke to. He quickly looked through the list, but had absolutely no trouble deciding who to call. He selected a contact and the name "Mariella Williams" flashed up on the screen.
A few rings later, the elated face of his mother flashed across the screen, forcing a smile onto Cass' lips. "Hi, baby, how are you?" She said, a slight hint of her Italian accent audible in her tone. From her surroundings, he could see that she was in her apartment, overlooking the Chicago skyline at night.
"Ciao, mamma." He said, grinning from ear to ear. "I'm fine, I'm feeling a little better."
"Ah, buona, I'm glad." She said with a delighted look. The camera angle shook and then arced down, revealing a French bulldog, staring with it's tongue out at the screen. "Oh, say hi to Pancho, Cassie." Cassius laughed briefly, watching his mother pet the dog. He was a strong man and prided himself on being rather tough and thick-skinned, but he knew better than anyone that his mother was his weakness. "I want to see if there's a way to send you all of this mail that was sent to your apartment, Cassie, I tell you. Chicago wants you to get better quick!" She held up a couple envelopes for emphasis.
Cass chuckled briefly. "Fan-mail for the twelfth man of an American club? That'd be a first." He muttered.
"Well, when you collapse on the field in front of thousands of people during a Televised Match, people tend to notice. Schweinsteiger has told me he can't wait for you to come back, because Donovan isn't as confident as you are, baby."
"That's absurd, Donny can keep up to Bastian any day." He said, sitting back on the bed. "Mamma, I've got to get some sleep, but I just wanted to call you and let you know that I'm okay."
"Aye, amore, I know you'll get through this quickly. The whole team wants you to get better as fast as possible."
"I will, mamma, I will. I love you."
"I know you, will piccolo. I love you so much." She said with a final smile, then Cass ended the call. He put the TV Remote on his desk and exhaled a deep sigh.
***
The next morning, Cassius found himself up at about 5:30, unable to go back to sleep. To combat his restlessness, he swung himself from his bed and donned a pair of black adidas training pants. He slipped on the same black indoor cleats he'd worn the day before, but opted to leave his shirt behind, since it would only end up soaked in sweat. He walked out of the room and to the gym, seeing that the white hallways were already illuminated at this early time. Cass made his way to a treadmill, booted it up, and set himself on a medium jog. He increased the speed and resistance by specific increments. He ran for about 30 minutes, then cut the treadmill belt. He slowed down, and stepped off of the machine, taking deep breaths so his lungs could return to their normal pace.
As he took his time to rest his lungs, he found himself noticing the heavy smell of chlorine, presumably from the pool. He shook his head, not enjoying the effect the aroma had on his state. He tried to shake the smell, but only found his ears also being peaked by something - the sound of sloshing water. He left the gym and turned into the pool room. He saw Arthur putting in laps on the long pull like Michael Phelps. Cass liked Arthur, as he seemed to have a solid head on his shoulders. He called out to the man, "Should I be concerned or scared in this situation?" He said, jokingly refering to the comment he'd made yesterday, although he had no idea how Arthur would receive his joke. | 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. |
45,543 | 1,236 | 107 | 1,833 | 2,419 | Sienna Morris
Current Location: Bedroom -> Cafeteria -> Pool
Having grown into a light sleeper during her time in the armed forces, Sienna had awoke earlier than most of her counterparts. A quick shower to wake up, Sienna made way to the kitchen and brewed some strong tea for herself in the kitchen. She reached for a cup from the cupboard, and filled the mug full of tea before Sienna walked over to one of the tables and sat down by herself. Sienna wasn't lonely, but the morning when no one was up was always the best time to think and/or clear your thoughts. The past few days had been a lot to think about, especially the fact that Sienna had literally shot a bolt of lightning from her hands.
Countless minutes had went by to the chorus of deep thinking and tea drinking before Sienna had decided to stop her depressing and confused state of mind. Snatching the pot off the stove, Sienna decided that a walk around the facility would be interesting. The scientist had explained what the facility offered, but so far Sienna had seen little of the entire building. However, her adventure was soon interrupted by the sound of splashing and conversing in the pool area as Sienna rounded the corner to explore the rest of the facility. Wondering who out of the bunch had been early risers just like herself, Sienna slid the door open with her foot, having no free hands to open the door normally.
Upon entering, Sienna was face to face with Cassius, along with Arthur, who was busy swimming around in the pool. A quick glance at the water had shown that no helix had existed unlike the day before, but Sienna shrugged it off before worrying too much yesterday. "Morning, you two. I brought tea." Sienna spoke, announcing her presence, who then realized she had only one mug on hand and walked over to the kitchen area in the pool to get cups in the case either of the men wished for some tea. "Yesterday was a mess, huh?" Sienna said, attempting to lighten up the mood as she dug around in the cabinets, but it was clear she was trying to brush it off like it was nothing. The day before had been bothering Sienna, but she wasn't about allow it control of her like it did earlier in the morning. | 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. |
45,544 | 1,236 | 108 | 2,692 | 854 | Athena Wilson | Room - Gym
The woman had remained still in her bed, reflecting over the events of the prior day. It had been one hell of a first day with the others, which made her stomach feel uneasy. The lot seemed to have zero understanding of the reality of everything. Then again, Athena did know more than they did. She had the nearly invisible scar on her neck to remind her that she knew more than the others. After the group had disbanded from the lounge, Athena had thanked Sienna for her kind words and then gone off to her room. Everyone was allowed one phone call, according to the voice that came through the intercom, which brought a great deal of sadness within her; she had no one left for her to reach out to.
With a small sigh, Athena pushed away her thoughts and sat up in her bed. It was about six in the morning and she knew that there was no way for her to go back to sleep, even if she was a bit groggy. Her body protested as she stood up and began walking over to the nearest cabinets, where she had found the workout clothes. Before checking herself in, she had taken to trying to work out. She figured that if she tried to keep up her health, that maybe she could regain control of her disability. She had found it to be somewhat working, but unfortunately things had gone south for a few reasons.
After throwing on some long, running leggings and a black sports bra, Athena pulled her hair up into a ponytail and slipped into her running shoes from the day before. She could begin to hear the quiet voices from outside of the room and down the hall, but could not make out how many there were or who they were. Not taking much interest in finding out, Athena went on with her morning rituals before leaving the room and heading over to the gym that the facility provided. She felt bad for not being able to get with her trainer and do any physical exercises due to her being overwhelmed.
"I'll make up for lost time.."
Her voice was quiet as she walked into the gym and her hands softly went over some exercise equipment as she made her way to the free weights. She knew that she would hate herself later on in the day after the soreness kicked in, but in the bright side, it would help her clear her mind and feel as if she was in control, which is all she could really ask for. | 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'. |
45,545 | 1,236 | 109 | 895 | 506 | Eli awoke, choking back the lingering taste of vomit in his mouth, the pit of his stomach aching in sudden violent protest of hunger. He wasn't sure how long he was out for, which was somewhat worrying all things considered. He drags his head up, glancing over at the nightstand and reading the digital clock, the bright red digits scorching his retinas for a moment before he adjusted. 6:33. Had he still been at home, he would have been prepared himself for a long lecture from his father about the dangers of idleness and sleeping in.
Thankfully, for now, he was spared the lecture and there were more pressing matter. He hops quickly into the shower, letting the cold water shake the last rogue elements of sleep from his system. He examined the toothbrush with mild confusion. It was...mechanical. Decidedly so. Though he questioned why. It was a brush. Adding a motor to it seemed to serve no purpose. Regardless, he brushes his teeth quickly (only stopping to experimentally press the button, only to be met with violent shuddering from the thing) and dresses before leaving.
He kitchen was barren for the moment, and he wasn't too surprised. If the others routines were anything like his own they probably already ate, though that was purely speculation on his part. He raids the cabinets, eventually happening on a box of....pastries he guessed? They were yellow sponge cake looking things with cream through the center. He wonders for a moment if they would be considered breakfast foods before his stomach growls his concerns away. He pops open the box, gingerly taking one before replacing the box, the plastic wrapping of the cakes crinkling at his touch.
He sits down, regarding the plastic wrapped...food for a moment before daintily opening it. It was soft, but felt dense in his hand as he leaned forward, taking a hesitant bite. “Oh Jes..heavens...” He begins, barely catching the swear. “That....is the single most vile thing I've ever eaten.” He concludes, continuing to eat the offending baked good at his stomachs demand. It was sweet beyond words, and his teeth ached as he bit into it, the cream not helping at all. The cake part was dense and tasteless, like someone had made an effort to shove as much into the small shell it was meant to be as possible as an act of pure spite against the eater. As he finished, he silently hoped there was a special place in hell for whatever succubus concocted these....Twinkies. | Name: Eli O’dell
Age: 21 years | June 6th, 1996.
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual.
Appearance:
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Green
Height: 6’2
Weight: 175 lb. (79.4 kg)
History: Fearing the coming end of days heralded by the y2k bug, in the spring 1995 a congregation of christian extremist formed the Saint Loyld's agricultural retreat in Elkhart County Indiana, Eli's parents chief amongst these founding members, gifting their considerable wealth to facilitate its construction. Members of the commune believed that mankind had grown distant from god through technology, and only those who abandoned the luxuries of the modern era would be spared the coming destruction.
For a while, the commune was a wonder to the young Eli. Days spent helping his mother and father in the fields, nurturing endless fields of green and golden corn and the jewel red tomatoes shining in springtime warmth. The modest education from the kindly reverend Loyld (who served as the communes teacher and spiritual guide) and close friendships with their Amish neighbors, brought together through their humble life styles and christian fellowship. He remembers, with no small fondness, the faceless dolls he would sometimes received as gifts from the young girls of their neighboring communities.
However, the inevitable dooms day soon dawned on the small community. And then passed with no fire, no planes falling from the sky, no screams of the unfaithful to cower from. Nothing that the small community had prepared for. Reverend Llyod attempted to assuage the more vocal members of the commune, assuring them that the day of judgement WAS coming as assuredly as the sun will rise. However, many elected to leave the commune after this, feeling that their spiritual leader was nothing more than a snake oil's salesmen.
The coming years were trying on Eli. The mood had decidedly soured in the community and they increasingly isolated themselves from their neighbors, much to his disappointment. His education all but halted as Reverend Lloyd took and increasingly active roll in defusing the strained air that permeated through their home, often through spiritual revere. And his fathers increasing agitations of feeling trapped by the community that 'robbed' him did little to help his home life, especially as the town coffers began to run empty. Even the simple pleasures he'd taken in farming vanished as the task evolved from spiritual duty to a necessary task done simply to keep the town alive.
Slowly he began to loath living in what was now called Lloyd's Town and began to shut himself off from the rest of the town, though he saw little chance to really leave. In what few opportunities he had to go to neighboring town for supplies, he'd marvel with almost childlike awe at what modest technology he could get his hands on (smartphones in particular were nothing short of a small miracle to him). And when he occasion struck, he'd sneak small textbooks in from the outside, though he'd often struggle with more complex subjects (especially those which were counter intuitive to his faith). Despite attempts, he made few friends on these trips due in part to his tendency to be overly blunt with others and somewhat anachronistic and faith centric views. He tried to break himself away from these tendencies, but even he would admit it was a painfully slow process, most because he could not shake the fear that, even for all that happens, that Reverend Llyod's teachings may very well be right. After many failed attempts (one in particular where he accidentally red lined a poor tourist's mustang while attempting to learn how to drive) he gave up, and now hesitates occasionally to speak to people he knows very well for fear of offending them somehow.
Initially he'd thought the illness was nothing more than a spell of spiritual weakness and did his best to ignore the scratchiness of his throat and the lethargic weight that seemed to rest itself on his chest. But when the visitors asking to take him away, he was more than happy to play it up in front of family. He'd thought of leaving many times, but only now did he have an adequate excuse. And by god, he was not going to let it slip him by.
Power:
Crystal shaping: Eli is able to manifest and control a unique form of crystal with a soft green hue. He can change the hardness of the crystal at will, though currently cannot surpass a 3 on the Mohs hardness scale. The crystals are highly conductive of both heat and electrical currents and are slightly luminescent, but are otherwise mundane.
As of now the maximum he can manifest and control is 60 cubic centimeters of crystal, after which he needs to rest. Controlling previously made samples do not seem to drain him as much.
As his powers develop, he'll be able to manipulate much larger volumes of crystal with little rest, however (due to the material in question), he's not able to create anything other than rudimentary shapes (columns, blocks, spikes excreta).
Other: |
45,546 | 1,236 | 110 | 2,587 | 440 | Marcus Bradley Location: Bedroom -> Hallway
Groggily, Marcus rolled over, then pleaded with himself to continue sleeping. Every time he glanced at the clock time advanced but he was awake enough to glance at the clock in the first place. Five-- six twenty-- six thirty two-- seven-- seven ten-- eleven-- twelve-- Marcus growled as the clock read seven thirteen. He knew that he was not going to be sleeping any harder than this anymore. Slowly he sat up then stared at the television. After grabbing the remote, he began sifting through the applications, then settled on one that implied it was a music player. The icon didn't have any words beneath it but the icon itself was a set of paired eighth notes.
Scrolling through a list of "stations" made Marcus feel as if he weren't a fan of anything anymore. He hated the feeling of not being able to decide what to listen to or the feeling that no song fit the mood. Still, he reassured himself that since he was half-asleep this was acceptable. Yawning, Marcus selected the 'Classical' station, pretentiously noting that a station name like this captured too broad of a genre but the Metal and Rock type music had been divided down enough for specifics, then listened to the song briefly. With a hum, he cranked the music volume up up, then headed toward the bathroom. Marcus reasoned that if spent enough time in the shower, it'd be time to wake up or whatever by the time he got out.
He opened the bathroom door.
He immediately closed the bathroom door.
Taking a step back, Marcus took a deep breath, then planted his face in his hands. The bathroom was covered in his vomit from the night before, still. He was immediately disgusted by the scene and whatever depraved instinct bid him to ignore the vomit and shower anyway. Nothing a little air freshener couldn't cure, right? Shadow Marcus said within the confines of his own mind. He always liked to say that there was a 'Shadow Marcus' whom these terrible thoughts belonged to but Marcus forced himself to own up to the fact that he was, indeed, about to shower with a puddle of puke within close proximity. Marcus muffled the voice within that tried to convince him to clean it up as he stripped then tiptoed around the vomit.
After a shower that didn't make him feel clean at all, Marcus dressed himself. He sat upon the bed and listened to music, fully staring off into the depths of the void, in awe yet horridly aware of what he'd just done, when a rather insistent alarm went off-- oh, the wake up. Marcus didn't budge. He found himself noticeably not hungry then figured that was because-- well, it was obvious, wasn't it? Wading through a river of vomit has probably never helped anyone's appetite, he figured. Probably, he desperately hoped, only managing to make himself cringe more at the thought. He wanted to distance himself from the bathroom or at least get something solid between himself and his sins. Marcus exited his room, shut the door behind himself, then sat down in the hallway, once more staring into the distance absently. | 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 |
45,547 | 1,236 | 111 | 536 | 192 | Caebyn -Bynie- DanversBynie found her way to her room quickly after the announcement with the majority of the others. Hoping into her bed excitedly she took her remote and scrolled to the video app. Clicking on it she was quite surprised at the small list of names that were available. Here she was convinced that she'd only be able to call her mom due to that being the only number she had memorized, but here were her mothers, fathers, work place, and even her grandmother's number listed neatly, waiting for her to select. She bit a knuckle weighing her options. She wasn't too worried about work, her mother or grandmother would be welcome warm voices. She longed for the comfort they brought her but she felt a nagging pull of guilt as she looked at her father's name on the screen. She was taken right from under his nose by men in hazmat suits, given goodness knows what excuse. He was probably so worried about her. With a sad sigh she scrolled past her mother's number and clicked on her father's. She fiddled with the remote as she waited for him, she owed him some piece of mind. Besides her and her father used to be very close. Of coarse that was before the step monster came into the picture. As if her thoughts had summoned the woman Vanessas face appeared on her tv. It was only for a split second, long enough for the woman to give her a satisfied smirk and then the screen suddenly went blank. Bynies heart dropped. As soon as the selection screen came back she clicked herbdads name again and an error message reading "unable to complete" flashed onto the screen. "No" she whispered scrolling onto her mom's name and pressing the button repeatedly. The error message flashed again. "No!" She screamed standing on her bed. She chucked the remote at the wall hard, "What a BITCH!!"she shrieked. She felt hot tears start to well up and she angrily dashed at them. She couldn't believe that her one chance to talk to a loved one was ruined by that evil bitch faced ass hat. Sitting on the edge of her bed she took her face in her hands. Why did her Dad ever marry her? She was literally the epitome of an evil step mother.
She stayed in that position, lost in her thoughts for who knows how long. When she finally blinked herself back to reality. Sighing she straightened up, glancing at the clock it shined an angry 3am at her. With a 'hurump' she stomped out of her room and down to the hall to the cafeteria. She wasn't going to let that awful woman drag her down for another second. Marching up to the fridge she flung it open and snatched out a tub of ice cream. Taking her bounty to a table she tore into it. She was half a tub in before her heavy eyes got the better of her and she dozed off with the spoon still hanging out of her mouth. | 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 |
45,548 | 1,236 | 112 | 1,142 | 1,143 | Arthur Seymour
Thirty nine, forty, forty-one. He began to debate whether it was time for a break, his muscles pleasantly crying out at the sustained exertion forced upon them while his mind grew clearer with every length. Forty-two. Forty-three. Someone else was in the pool, although not in the water. He saw them briefly as his head turned mid-stroke but he was too in the zone to take much notice and finished his length before stopping, the new arrival talking to him. As always, sound bounced around the pool area in a eerie fashion. Arthur mused that the lack of any external walls, he assumed at least, probably exacerbate that issue which was at home to all indoor pools.
He slicked his wet hair back, out of his eyes, and blinked to free his eyes of the water that blurred his vision. Cass stood in the pool, cracking a joke referencing his concerns the previous day; apparently he had gotten over his immediate fears or at least was trying to put on a strong front that he had. Arthur, catching his breath from his extended swim, turned and heaved his sodden body out of the pool, water dripping from him all over the side of the pool. Every step he took was with a wet slap although he trod carefully; there were no 'do not run' signs in the pool but he had seen enough injuries at pools to not need reminding.
"Depends, how long can you hold your breath?" Arthur grinned, turning to Sienna who had entered just as he had finished his final length. She held a steaming mug in one hand a pot in the other and she hefted this to show them, announcing that she had brewed tea. He realised that, most unusually, he had neglected to have his regular morning drink before doing anything else; he put it down to being shaken from the previous days' events and had been eager to clear his mind with a swim.
"Oh, most definitely, yes please. I feel like we might get along rather well." He flashed another grin, padding over to the kitchen area and accepting a cup Sienna filled for him, sighing as he took a sip and feeling the calming effect he always looked forward to when drinking tea. "Well, mess is one way of putting it. I'm not sure I've had such a surreal experience since I was a student on a night out with the rugby club. At least everyone made it back in one piece which I can't say always happened in those days." He smiled quietly at his reminiscence, feeling like an old man even though 'those days' were less than half a decade ago.
Setting his cup down, he found spare towels in a cupboard nearby, not wishing to leave and change just yet while they had an amicable atmosphere going on, and dried his hair and body quickly so he would not become cold too soon. Hand combing his hair back from its wild state, he returned to the table and again picked up his tea, staring into the liquid as he spoke so as to see off-hand.
"So, how did your phone calls go?" | 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. |
45,549 | 1,236 | 113 | 1,237 | 509 | Location: Room 8 -> Cafeteria
When Eliza woke up, her eyes were puffy and red from crying herself to sleep. She was still in a t-shirt and jean shorts from the night before and her hair unusually disheveled. The remote lay by the edge of the bed, still reaching out to her. But Eliza knew it was too late, what she needed now instead of a phone call was anything else to take her mind off.
Having showered yesterday afternoon, Eliza decides to simply wash her face, mainly focusing on trying to get rid of her red puffy eyes. To little avail, so she simply heads back to the room to change into a fresh outfit. Since there was likely to be some test resuming today, Eliza settles for a black track suit with the jacket unzipped showing off a bright pink colored racerback tank. Finally, she puts her hair in a bun and turns to the mirror to look at the final result.
Contempt, Eliza makes her way to the cafeteria to see if there's anyone making food. Unfortunately, there wasn't. For one there was the new guy Eli looking massively disappointed at eating twinkies, then there was that Bynie girl sleeping with a spoon in her mouth and an unfinished tub of ice cream next to her. Eliza shakes her head and starts to regret even waking up. Rubbing her eyes, she approaches the kitchen area and looks through the fridge for any ingredients. She has never cooked anything in her life but anything might as well be better than nothing. After finding a carton of eggs she calls out to the two, mainly to Eli who was at least awake,
"I'll attempt at making eggs... don't expect a 5-star meal from me though." Eliza starts the stove nervously and tries to crack an egg over the pan. She accidentally cracks it too hard and the yolk instead slides onto the hot stove.
"Ah crap." Eliza exclaims as the missed yolk burns black and sticks on the stove. The 2nd attempt goes without any forceful cracks with the egg sliding into the pan (a few eggshells still in it). She lets the egg cook for a few seconds while turning away to look for salt. She hears a loud crackling and popping sound coming from the stove and whips around to see a small fire coming from the pan. With a look of astonishment and embarrassment for her cooking skills, she screams out
"F-fire! Fire!" In hopes that someone nearby would know what to do. Without any experience of putting out a grease fire, Eliza runs to the sink to fill a container up with water hoping that it'll be enough to put the fire out.
--- | 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: |
45,550 | 1,236 | 114 | 895 | 506 | Eli
Cafeteria
Eli only dimly registered Eliza entering the room, still somewhat transfixed by the abomination of bakery nestled in the plastic coating of pure hatred he was consuming. How....How could something like this possibly....BE? With resignation, he gently wraps the remaining 'cake' back in the plastic before getting up to throw it away. He was about to start making something before Eliza made the offer herself. “Oh...That would be appreciated, thank you.” He says, before dropping the twinkie in the garbage can with an all too satisfying thunk. Normally, he'd be opposed to wasting food. But that was not food. Whatever that was, it had no place in the life of mankind.
He leans on the counter, only now noticing Caebyn face down in dairy product enduced slumber, the light rustle of Eliza collecting ingredients ringing in the background. “....I dont suppose you know if thats normal behavior for Ms. Danvers?”] He asks quietly, looking back over to see the young woman hapazardly attempt to 'cook'.
“Uh....” He begins, watching the second attempt proceed slightly better. “Are you sure you know what you are do-” As if on cue, the formerly docile, if ...calcium rich eggs burst into a small mouth of fire. As she rushed to fill something with water, he decided to intervene.
”Stop!” He barks harshly, his voice echoing through the cafeteria. He approaches the cabinets calmly, opening one and grabbing a lid and baking soda. “Throw water on that..” He says, the harshness of his voice now replaced with his usual indifference. “and you'll end up making the grease jump out of the pan and spread.” He casually rips the baking soda box open, moving the pan to the back burner, careful not to spill any of the contents. An unseen flaming bubble pops as the pan comes to rest, landing flaming droplets of grease on his shirt.
Most of the embers die quickly as they soak into the cotton, so Eli ignores them, instead dumping the baking soda into the pan and firmly placing the lid on. The dying gurgles of the flame echo in the pan for a moment, before it becomes quiet. “We should let that rest for a while..."He says, gently patting away the few remaining pin pricks of fire on his shirt. It was decidedly ruined, not polka dotted with holes and scorch marks, reeking of burnt oil. With a sigh he resignedly pulls it off, cleaning it would only worsen the poor garment. He tosses the shirt gently into the garbage before turning back to Eliza. "Maybe I should take over for breakfast?", he says, asking permission more so as a courtesy than anything else. | Name: Eli O’dell
Age: 21 years | June 6th, 1996.
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual.
Appearance:
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Green
Height: 6’2
Weight: 175 lb. (79.4 kg)
History: Fearing the coming end of days heralded by the y2k bug, in the spring 1995 a congregation of christian extremist formed the Saint Loyld's agricultural retreat in Elkhart County Indiana, Eli's parents chief amongst these founding members, gifting their considerable wealth to facilitate its construction. Members of the commune believed that mankind had grown distant from god through technology, and only those who abandoned the luxuries of the modern era would be spared the coming destruction.
For a while, the commune was a wonder to the young Eli. Days spent helping his mother and father in the fields, nurturing endless fields of green and golden corn and the jewel red tomatoes shining in springtime warmth. The modest education from the kindly reverend Loyld (who served as the communes teacher and spiritual guide) and close friendships with their Amish neighbors, brought together through their humble life styles and christian fellowship. He remembers, with no small fondness, the faceless dolls he would sometimes received as gifts from the young girls of their neighboring communities.
However, the inevitable dooms day soon dawned on the small community. And then passed with no fire, no planes falling from the sky, no screams of the unfaithful to cower from. Nothing that the small community had prepared for. Reverend Llyod attempted to assuage the more vocal members of the commune, assuring them that the day of judgement WAS coming as assuredly as the sun will rise. However, many elected to leave the commune after this, feeling that their spiritual leader was nothing more than a snake oil's salesmen.
The coming years were trying on Eli. The mood had decidedly soured in the community and they increasingly isolated themselves from their neighbors, much to his disappointment. His education all but halted as Reverend Lloyd took and increasingly active roll in defusing the strained air that permeated through their home, often through spiritual revere. And his fathers increasing agitations of feeling trapped by the community that 'robbed' him did little to help his home life, especially as the town coffers began to run empty. Even the simple pleasures he'd taken in farming vanished as the task evolved from spiritual duty to a necessary task done simply to keep the town alive.
Slowly he began to loath living in what was now called Lloyd's Town and began to shut himself off from the rest of the town, though he saw little chance to really leave. In what few opportunities he had to go to neighboring town for supplies, he'd marvel with almost childlike awe at what modest technology he could get his hands on (smartphones in particular were nothing short of a small miracle to him). And when he occasion struck, he'd sneak small textbooks in from the outside, though he'd often struggle with more complex subjects (especially those which were counter intuitive to his faith). Despite attempts, he made few friends on these trips due in part to his tendency to be overly blunt with others and somewhat anachronistic and faith centric views. He tried to break himself away from these tendencies, but even he would admit it was a painfully slow process, most because he could not shake the fear that, even for all that happens, that Reverend Llyod's teachings may very well be right. After many failed attempts (one in particular where he accidentally red lined a poor tourist's mustang while attempting to learn how to drive) he gave up, and now hesitates occasionally to speak to people he knows very well for fear of offending them somehow.
Initially he'd thought the illness was nothing more than a spell of spiritual weakness and did his best to ignore the scratchiness of his throat and the lethargic weight that seemed to rest itself on his chest. But when the visitors asking to take him away, he was more than happy to play it up in front of family. He'd thought of leaving many times, but only now did he have an adequate excuse. And by god, he was not going to let it slip him by.
Power:
Crystal shaping: Eli is able to manifest and control a unique form of crystal with a soft green hue. He can change the hardness of the crystal at will, though currently cannot surpass a 3 on the Mohs hardness scale. The crystals are highly conductive of both heat and electrical currents and are slightly luminescent, but are otherwise mundane.
As of now the maximum he can manifest and control is 60 cubic centimeters of crystal, after which he needs to rest. Controlling previously made samples do not seem to drain him as much.
As his powers develop, he'll be able to manipulate much larger volumes of crystal with little rest, however (due to the material in question), he's not able to create anything other than rudimentary shapes (columns, blocks, spikes excreta).
Other: |
45,551 | 1,236 | 115 | 1,833 | 2,419 | Sienna Morris
Current Location: Pool
"You can never have enough tea." Sienna commented with a friendly smile as she passed a mug to Arthur. She wasn't sure if Arthur took sugar or anything in his tea, but Sienna shrugged away the concern when he took a sip, relishing in the warm goodness of brewed tea. Approaching Cassius, Sienna held out a mug for him as well. "It's not Gatorade or whatever athletes drink nowadays, but it'll be worth it." Sienna jested, attempting to lighten the mood with a terrible joke. The group certainly needed some, whether tea or humor, especially after the day before.
A few seconds passed of idle chatter, although nonetheless friendly conversation while they drank their tea. "I've seen people go crazy because of the heat, but I've never seen anything as crazy as shooting lightning out of our hands or vomiting up gems. Sienna explained, taking a sip of the warm brewed tea. The scientist had said that they were developing powers, and that others had been affected before, but not once were they told that it would be so alarming. It had all came as a surprise, and when they were wowed by one, another power would develop and appear.
Then, Arthur brought up the phone call after climbing out of the pool and drying off. Ultimately, Sienna was suspicious of the whole ordeal--that the program shut off as soon as she mentioned illness. "I'm not sure how exactly it went. I was only allowed to speak a few words before the connection was lost. I'm surprised that this place doesn't have a better connection for all the effort and money that was spent to make this facility look appealing." Sienna explained, setting her mug down on the counter and cupping her chin. "I'm not one to delve into conspiracy theories, but the connection was lost when I mentioned the word illness. I haven't had the chance to ask the others if they had a similar experience, but there might be something more than we're being told." Sienna stated, looking at the others with an inquisitive expression on her face. | 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. |
45,552 | 1,236 | 116 | 2,692 | 854 | Athena Wilson | Gym - Room - Cafeteria
Mentions:
With sweat dripping from the woman's nose, and running down her back, Athena had finally placed back the few weights she had used throughout her work out. She had lost track of time and what exactly she had managed to do in the time, but it was enough to have her seem as if she had just ran through rain. Satisfied and exhausted, she began to leave the small gym, making sure she had wiped down the areas she was at before exiting the door. 'My body is going to hate me tomorrow', she thought as she tried to stretch her arms and flex her back to offer some type of relief.
After stepping into her room, she beelined straight to the rest room, not wanting the room to smell like sweat. She had never been a dirty person and definitely hated any unpleasant smells. She hoped that the staff would be kind enough to wash their clothes, unless they also had an onsite laundry facility. The thought of it made her laugh quietly. She had always wondered what it would be like to go to a four year university and get to sleep in dorms and experience a 'normal' life. "Guess this is as close as I'm gonna get," Athena muttered to herself as turned on the shower and undressed completely. This brought a new set of thoughts into her mind; how long had it been since she showered? She remembered showering the day that she finally checked herself in, but after that she had been so long in a deep sleep that she couldn't have possibly gotten any sort of bath or shower. Unless the staff actually did that for her as well. The thought made Athena's stomach drop and her face turn a bright red. Strangers undressing her and washing her seemed as if it were out of some horror movie or thriller. ' It can't be that bad... at least they made sure you didn't smell during the days or weeks'. Athena had to nod and agree with herself, it could've been worse.
After some time of enjoying the hot water and massaging the shampoo through her long hair, Athena finally got the guts to leave her therapeutic moment. She guessed that she was probably running a bit late, knowing that she could take years showering and forgetting about reality. With much reluctance, the brunette wrapped a towel around her hair and head, as well as her body, and made her way out into her room to get dressed. "I wonder if they'll make us to some kind of physical test toady." She bit her lip as she sorted through some clothes, opting for a black sports bra, a white, loose crop-top, and some black yoga pants.
Athena slipped her running shoes on and left the room without looking, running her fingers through her damp hair in hopes of it drying sooner rather than later. On her way to the cafeteria, she heard some voices in some rooms that she passed by, and only took a glimpse as she passed the door, but not stopping. Her mind was a bit one track at the moment as she fantasized of scrambled eggs and the possibility of sausage links, and coffee. It brought a smile to her face, which instantly fell when she stepped into the kitchen and cafeteria. There were people already inside and had the kitchen in full use. It smelled a bit of burnt which had Athena wondering what exactly they were doing. "Good morning?" Her voice was a bit cautious as she neared the two that seemed to have been cleaning up some sort of mess. "Uh.. don't mind me.. I just need a blender." Athena smiled a bit at them before going off on a hunt.
She managed to find peanut butter, bananas, some sort of weird tasting protein powder, and soy milk. After the fiasco that the two before her probably had, Athena did not want to try her chances at making any type of food on the stove. Who knew if it were the girl or maybe the stove that didn't work well. Instead, she grabbed a blender and made herself a quick protein shake with the ingredients that she managed to grab that sounded appealing. | 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'. |
45,553 | 1,236 | 117 | 1,237 | 509 | Location -> Kitchen/Cafeteria
Eliza stepped back as Eli put the fire out with baking soda, something she would have never figured out on her own.
"Uh.. thanks, sorry about the fire?" She tried to not let her eyes stray onto Eli's now exposed chest and focused solely on the kitchen space around them. At his suggestion of taking over the cooking, Eliza nodded,
"Yeah I guess that's for the best, you should probably get a new shirt though." Eliza averted her eyes away from Eli and shuffled out of his way, hiding the fact that her face was turning red. Mostly out of embarrassment for screwing up something simple as making eggs. She hid her face with her hands as she passed Athena and made her way out of the kitchen.
She walked to the tables and sat in front of Bynie who had fallen asleep halfway through a tub of ice cream. Eliza couldn't help but smirk, the sleeping girl looked too peaceful despite having a spoon hanging out of her mouth. Not wanting to be much of a bother to the peace Eliza let her be and rested her head in her arms on the table. She closed her eyes for just a few seconds and when she opened them she wasn't in the cafeteria anymore. It was her room, and from her view, she was laying on the floor. She attempted to get up but found herself rolling from side to side and when her field of vision shifted, she spots a body mirror on the wall that gave her a view of the majority of the room. It was hazy but from her view, there was no sight of where she should be according to the mirror, but a pen rolling back and forth on the floor.
Eliza jolted up from the surface of the cafeteria table, frantically taking in her surroundings. She sighs out of relief that it was all a dream. She looked to the kitchen where Eli was still kitchen and guessed that not much time had passed. But Eliza was involuntarily shaking, the whole dream felt realistic. She had felt "herself" rolling around on the floor. Did it mean that she dreamt that she was the pen she had a freak episode with the day before? She covered her mouth with one hand when she notices her lips quivering and clenched the other in a tight fist in an attempt to calm herself down.
--- | 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: |
45,554 | 1,236 | 118 | 536 | 192 | Caebyn -Bynie- Danvers Bynie was lost in the fog of sleep, honestly she wasn't to interested in waking up. She stubbornly tuned out the rustling and the slight commotion. fire...the roof is on fire~ her mind conjured up some electro pop she could feel, with disconnect, her shoulder twitching to the phantom beat. The sudden violent sound of a blender had Bynie lurching upright with her arms in the air shouting "On fire!! around the spoon in her mouth.She quickly settled back down in her chair, removing the spoon with a confused look on her face. Her eyes refocused and her heart nearly leapt out of her chest when she noticed a dark figure sitting right across from her. "whoo!,"She giggled at Eliza, "you scared the tar out of me!" her smile slipped when she realized the girl was napping. Bynie was tempted to wake her, noticing the deep crease between the girls eyes. It didn't look like a peaceful sleep. All of a sudden Elizas eyes popped open, making contact with Bynies. Flushing Bynie stood up quickly, "Breakfast! " She squeaked before scuttling off towards the kitchen. She couldn't believe that she had been caught staring while the girl was sleeping, like a total creeper! She was in the kitchen before she came back to herself, glancing up she had stopped right beside the girl who she had basically seen topless. Turning a swift 180 she darted away only to bump into a wall of flesh. Following the pale skin up to the face she was shocked out of her embarrassment. "Eli?! Hot damn boy, what are you doing half naked?" she had only spoken to the man on a few occasions but he didn't seem the type to parade himself around in undress, Cass on the other hand? She was surprised that boy ever wore clothes, it was clear just in passing that he was quite impressed with himself.
Not one to miss out on some harmless trolling she eyed Eli up and down and wiggled her eye brows, " Boy, we better get you some clothes before you start a fire up in here. " she made her way to the wall where several aprons were. Most of them were pretty gender neutral but she chose the frillyest one available and hustled back to Eli. Before he could have a say in the matter she quickly tied the apron around his neck and waist. Stepping back with a clap of her hands she beamed at her handy work. | 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 |
45,555 | 1,236 | 119 | 1,142 | 1,143 | Arthur Seymour
Arthur nodded as Sienna spoke, sipping his tea and mulling over what she said. It all chimed with his own experience as well as his own suspicions. While he had never mentioned where he was, or any reason why he might be there, when he had asked after his father and his conspicuous absence the call had suddenly cut out. Just before it had, he had seen the expression on his mother's face. Fear. Like nothing he had ever seen before, it scared him to see her in that state, a sturdy woman who let no adversity get her down. Even during her battle with breast cancer she had barely wavered, ploughing on through the treatment as if it were nothing and coming out the other side as energetic and determined as ever.
Whatever had caused her to fear, for her husband, for Arthur's father, was severe enough for her to be unable to hide it. For the first time, Arthur seriously, desperately, wanted to break out from the facility and as quickly as possible. He would need to start planning, scavenging information where possible, before he made any overt moves; his underlying sense of unease was rising and not everything was as it seemed, he was sure of it.
"Oh, I'm certain there's more to all this. There's probably a perfectly good reason why we're not told everything." He put his cup down and met Sienna's gaze, trying to convey what he really wanted to say, before thanking her for the tea and waving goodbye to her and Cassius. Beginning to feel the cold from his exposed, wet skin, he hurried to the lockers and showered before towelling himself down and slipping into some jeans and a shirt. As he finished doing so the now familiar sound of the communication system rang through the facility.
"Good morning all - we'll be starting your sessions in the next twenty minutes to make sure y'all arrive on time! Artie, if you could come straightaway there's a few things we need to discuss on your results from your last session."
Sounds about right.
He considered hanging around, rebelling against their perfectly reasonable sounding request but decided it would achieve nothing; he was meant to be playing the helpful and supportive character in the play so instead he made straight for his mentor's room. From inside he could briefly hear muffled voices but they were too quiet for him to make out individual words. Not wanting to look like he was attempting to eavesdrop, he stepped forwards and knocked on the door.
The voices stopped almost immediately and the door was pulled open by the still-unnamed Head Researcher who grinned ecstatically at him.
"Come in, come in. We have some major developments to discuss with you!" She guided in him energetically although there was no mistaking the firmness of her grip on his arm as she manoeuvred him into the middle of the room. Behind them his burly, Russian mentor shut the door and then stood in front of it in a posture alarmingly like he was guarding it. Arthur turned his gaze away quickly, letting himself be moved toward a huge tank of water in the centre of the room.
The room itself seemed larger than last time, he could not conceive of this tank fitting in the room last time around and there was no other equipment left over from the last time they had come in. There were steps leading up to the edge of the tank and he was guided up there, all the while being talked to.
"We saw what you managed in the pool yesterday and I, have to say, your abilities are progressing very rapidly! It's very pleasing as our programme is working although it does mean we'll have to step up your regime to keep pace. It's always a race, you see, between you mastering your power and the infection taking control of you. Today we'll try and get you to focus on using your power deliberately."
They arrived at the top of the steps, a small platform running around the tank. It was not quite filled to the brim, its level perhaps a mere foot from the top. Next to him the chipper woman was gesturing at the water animatedly.
"We weren't sure how much water you can control at once so we went with a large volume. It might be your power better initiates when there's more, you see, so this will help us get a proper read." She paused, turning to him with a serious look on her face, and he was struck by how odd that was to see. "There's another matter we need your help with, Artie. You see, the mental well being of the people in this facility directly correlates to how well they can mange their power; if they're distracted then they will make little progress and the virus may get the better of them. If they're focused and don't linger on the fact they're away from families and friends then there's a higher chance of success. I know you're an intelligent person, academic even, so you can understand what I'm saying."
Arthur nodded, seeing the logic in what she was saying. Of course, he was no scientist but he had enough of an understanding of psychology that he knew a positive focus yielded better results in almost anything than a negative one. Maintaining attention on the matter at hand, rather than their de facto imprisonment, seemed a sensible aim to improve their chances. She smiled at his understanding, some tension draining away from her posture.
"Good, I knew you'd understand Artie! So, here's where I need to ask you a favour. See, the people in here kind of look to you as someone to trust. Maybe not a leader or anything but someone who can calm, rational decisions." He could see where she was going but kept his expression neutral. "It's all very well us putting out the facts and trying to explain everything but there are some things we just can't reveal just yet, it'd be counter-productive to the whole process."
So they were definitely listening in back there.
"What I need from you, Artie, is to keep their morale up, keep everyone focused on developing their powers so that they can beat the virus. Is that okay for me to put on you?"
He was tempted to refuse but there had been nothing in what she said that he could see a flaw in. His own feelings aside, the persona he had presented to them was of someone who seemed to 'understand' the importance of what they were doing in the facility and would be naturally supportive of what she asking him to do. Nevertheless, he hesitated but in the end he could see no reason to refuse her request and so nodded.
"I'll try, it won't always be easy though."
She smiled, clapping her hands and sighing with relief. "Oh, I knew you'd say yes. Besides, Artie, we always had our insurance in case you refused."
Then she pushed him into the tank.
He crashed deep under the water, his clothes soaking instantly and weighing him down, hampering his attempts to get back to the surface. Finally his head broke through into fresh air and he gasped for air, staring up at the woman in shock he had no need to fake. He thought he had been playing her but the whole time she had known who he was, what he was like. All the research they had done on them and somehow he had thought he could subvert it, trick them.
From above he could hear mechanical movement, the whirring of cables being reeled in and he looked up to see a lid suspended in the ceiling come down towards him. It had been too high for him to see and he had not expected anything like this, at least not yet. He turned towards the woman and saw her gazing down at him, a hard expression on her face, a dangerous glint in her eye. The lid closed down and he could hear seals locking into place. Water began to fill into the tank, the air escaping through a grate in the lid. Before long he was pressed up against the top of the tank, trying to suck in what little air was left in it before the water pushed up against it and there was nothing more to breathe. | 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. |
45,556 | 1,236 | 120 | 2,587 | 440 | Marcus Bradley Location: Hallway -> Exam Room
Shuddering, Marcus sat up then looked around himself. His face was wet-- oh gross it was drool-- and he then realized he'd apparently dozed off while sitting in the hallway. Wiping his face and attempting to collect himself was more of a process than he realized. By the time he managed to stand up, he was still a little confused as to why Past Marcus thought it a good idea to sit in the hallway in the first place.
And then the intercom came on.
Part of Marcus immediately wished he could have kept sleeping for the next twenty minutes. What was he supposed to do with all this time? A yawn escaped him as he began walking down the hall. Maybe a bit of exploration would burn away the time. As he walked, he could hear voices coming from the kitchen area. Of course people would be up and about at this hour. Briefly he wondered how many of them has walked past him in the hall, then felt embarrassed. "Check out that weird nerd," they must have thought, "Sleeping in the hallway, covered in slobber, how gross." When Marcus stepped into the cafeteria, he lingered by the doorway and stared toward the kitchen, with these thoughts on his mind. Did anyone want gross drool guy around? Did Marcus actually care?
Shoulders bunched, hands clenched, and lips pressed into a thin line, Marcus narrowed his eyes at this thought and accidentally the kitchen. How dare he think these thoughts with his own brain? He fixed his jaw then told himself he shouldn't be caring about what they thought of him, they weren't his friends anyway, so it didn't matter, right? He didn't care, yeah. Not a single care about any of those things. Yeah! He didn't care about anything! While he stood by the door a minute longer, his stomach growled, letting him know he cared about one thing, at least. Letting out a sigh, he counted it as another misfortune, then turned away from the kitchen. He could eat later, when there were less eyes watching him, and perhaps time to really make a proper meal.
As he began walking away from the cafeteria, after having stared into it like a total creep, he tried to imagine just how angry his mother would be at him, were she to know how he'd been eating the past few days. He passed a few people in the hallway but didn't look up to greet them. For now, he decided he need to focus on getting to... his...
Marcus halted, backed up a few paces, then turned toward his exam room door. He tensed up, made the same face he'd been making while standing in the cafeteria, then walked into the room. "Not one for punctuality? Five minutes late." His trainer was standing just beyond the door with a clipboard in hand-- had she been about to walk out? Marcus looked at his feet then scratched his head in response, feeling somehow more anxious than he had previously. "Come in, take your shoes and shirt off, we're going to take your height and weight again, Nkiru told him. After doing as he was told, Marcus stepped on the scale, then squinted as the digital display began to count upward... more... passed his weight.
His brows knitted together and he looked toward Nkiru for answers. Marcus mumbled defensively,
"Your scale's broke."
"It's been calibrated this morning," Nkiru told him after jotting down a few notes. She pointed at him with her pen, "When did that happen?" Marcus looked to the indicated area and felt goosebumps rise across his flesh as he stared at his elbow-- that bone nub sticking out. As he stepped off of the scale, Marcus felt as if he knees had turned to jelly. He found he couldn't answer as he stared dumbly at Nkiru. She narrowed her eyes at Marcus, then moved something toward him with the nudge of her foot. He looked down to see a waste-bin positioned before him. Nkiru stepped back.
"My bone's out," Marcus managed over his fiercely churning stomach.
"That's not your bone. Do you not see that it follows skin contour?"Marcus stared at Nkiru dumbly. Again. Lightly, Nkiru shook her head then gestured for him to follow. After a brief walk in silence, Nkiru and Marcus entered the gym. She walked him over to what was probably the largest rack of dumbbells he'd ever seen, then she halted. "Since you apparently cannot run on a treadmill--" her tone was so mocking that Marcus winced "--I have devised a weight test instead."
Nkiru gestured to the weights then told him, "We'll start with curls. Choose a weight you can do at least five repetitions of the exercise with." As Marcus reached for the ten pound weight, Nkiru added, "Maximum you can do." Marcus then eyed the thirty pound and removed it from the rack. All he had to do was a curl. He made a face. Nkiru let out a tired sigh then asked, "Have you never lifted weights?" Not waiting for an answer, she picked up a dumbbell, then performed a few curls to show him the proper way to do so. Marcus mimicked the motion with an ease he didn't expect. Thirty must not have been his maximum. He tilted his head then changed weights. Forty, fifty, sixty five-- Marcus hesitated with his hand over the seventy pound weight, confused at their lightness, then asked, "These mislabeled?" Nkiru silently scratched a few notes then pointed told him coldly, "Lift the rack."
Marcus stared at her as if she sprouted another head for a moment. The expression on her face was hard and serious.
"You real funny, ya know that?"
"Lift the rack, Marcus. If you insist upon wasting my time, accusing me that they are mislabeled, then lift the rack," came the curt response.
"Look I'm sorry I up'n insulted ya weights but--"
"You have ten seconds to lift the rack, Macrus, or you'll face administrative consequences."
"What for? Ain't nobody can lift this-- that's impossible-- you need a forklift-- Marcus cut off when he noticed Nkiru looking at her watch. In a panic, he moved toward the center of the rack, got the best grip he could manage with his shaking hands, squatted down, then began to try and do as he was told-- administrative consequences-- no this wasn't good it wasn't moving-- who could do this bullshit?!
After a long moment's worth of strain and struggle, Marcus could feel tears streaming down his face, as the exertion and anxiety began to build to intolerable levels. An eternity went by. "That's enough," Nkiru told Marcus gently. Whimpering, Marcus collapsed backward, then stared toward Nkiru fearfully. Her eyes were on the rack of weights, a few of which has shifted slightly out of place, before she looked thoughtfully at Marcus. "Look in the mirror," Nkiru told him in a gentler tone, "I believe it to be a... symptom of sorts. Possibly stress induced."
As Marcus stood and glanced at himself in the mirror positioned behind the weight rack, he felt himself go numb, and his heart beat out something incomprehensible. Across his torso there were grey splotches the size of his hand, similar to the way his elbow looked and-- no it wasn't just his elbow now, it was his arm from wrist to shoulder-- it was on his neck too. He touched the splotches and found them to be cool to the touch and solid without give-- the remaining skin on his chest looked waxy as if he would melt or something. Trembling, he looked to Nkiru for help again.
"We're done for today," Nkiru told him. In frightened tearful silence, Marcus stared toward Nkiru, disbelieving her words. With an arched brow, Nkiru seemed to finalize her notes before telling him, "I suggest eating and hydrating. Its important that you eat properly." Numbly he nodded at Nkiru but didn't make a move. Without a word more, she turned walked toward the door, then left him sitting on the floor alone. He cursed inwardly as he realized he was missing a shirt once again. | 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 |
45,557 | 1,236 | 121 | 895 | 506 | Eli
Eli turned his focus back towards the kitchen as Eliza sat down, grabbing a clean pan and what little remained of the eggs. He ignored the two girls, instead focusing his laser like concentration on poaching eggs. The attempt was....decent. Hardly note worthy to be fair, but they were decidedly eggs and they were decidedly poached, or atleast cooked. He gently shifts the food onto a plate as he feels bump into the back of him.
"...Good morning to you to Danvers. Please excuse my state at the moment. Me and Eliza were just recovering from something." He grumbles politely, awkwardly shifting with the plates of eggs in each hand. Carefully he brushes past the excitable woman as she heads to grab an apron, not thinking about it too hard as he sets the plate down in front of the would be chef turned would be arsonist. "Hope you do not mind it just being...this. I'd offer toast but I'm afraid I don-HEY!" A sudden eep escapes the young man as frills and pink fill his vision, a cold hand brushing past his neck.
The boy is stunned for a moment, before managing to stammer out a very confused, almost questioning, thank you. The apron was form hugging, which struck him as odd, almost as if it were meant to be worn as a singular layer. Would rather defeat the purpose of an apron if you asked him. The buzz of the PA system woke him from his fugue, and he welcomed it. This morning had turned very strange. "You two should hurry up and eat. Leave the plates in the sink and I'll get to them after....class? ...Let us go with class." He adds, quickly heading out the door.
It took him longer to find the testing area than he like to admit, still unused to the layout of the building. Eventually though, he managed to fumble his way into the office of DR. Childs. She sat, crossed legged in her office chair with all the haughty airs of a queen in court as an aproned, and slightly greasy smelling at this point, Eli stumbles in. He was pretty sure he could FEEL her amusement, but Eli was not in the mood to feed her ego further today.
He gingerly takes a seat in front of her, the two silently exchanging their greetings as he did so, careful to not ruffle his frilly apron. "So...."She begins, sizing him up from her chair as she gently removes a small glowing stone from her pocket. "Lets talk about your little episode last night Mr. O'Dell."
"...how did you..." Eli begins, gawking at the emerald stone as the 'good' doctor placed it on a scale on her desk. "I had it retrieved off you while you were sleeping....well. I had a grunt do so." She adds passively, as though that was a perfectly valid excuse.
"You have access to me while I am asleep?" he asks, his confusion punctuated by the staccato clicking of a fountain pin. "Do it again." She commands, ignoring his protest, her glare cutting into him. Eli continues to stare at her, somewhat stunned by the casual ease she had in brushing away his questions.
"I...I'll try doctor?" He manages to mewl in confusion. He closes his eyes, reaching out for the feeling from before while trying to ignore the harsh, almost violent, scratching noises as Dr. Childs took her notes. It came...more easily than last time, drawing itself from his mind to the air around the previously made rock. But the thread of thought, if it could be called such, felt weak, like trying to fish with spider silk.
Eli tried to probe further down this previously unknown portion of his mind, but he could feel his stomach begin to churn in protest. The space was too new still, to alien, so he could merely grope weakly at the patches of what felt so sturdy last night.
With a shakey breath, he lets it go. "That..that's the most I think I can manage Doctor." He manages to stammer, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead. Dr. Childs leans forward, examining the digital read out of the scale with a look that fell somewhere between amusement and dismissal. "Well congratulations Mr. O'dell, you have managed to produce 10 grams of a previously undiscovered element. How do you feel?"
Eli was about to protest when a wave of pain hit his gut, doubling him over face first (thankfully) in to the small waste basket next to the desk. "....Duly noted. Feel free to leave when you're done." She says, standing and unceremoniously stepping over him to leave, pocketing the stone as she went, leaving him to heave in relative peace. | Name: Eli O’dell
Age: 21 years | June 6th, 1996.
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual.
Appearance:
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Green
Height: 6’2
Weight: 175 lb. (79.4 kg)
History: Fearing the coming end of days heralded by the y2k bug, in the spring 1995 a congregation of christian extremist formed the Saint Loyld's agricultural retreat in Elkhart County Indiana, Eli's parents chief amongst these founding members, gifting their considerable wealth to facilitate its construction. Members of the commune believed that mankind had grown distant from god through technology, and only those who abandoned the luxuries of the modern era would be spared the coming destruction.
For a while, the commune was a wonder to the young Eli. Days spent helping his mother and father in the fields, nurturing endless fields of green and golden corn and the jewel red tomatoes shining in springtime warmth. The modest education from the kindly reverend Loyld (who served as the communes teacher and spiritual guide) and close friendships with their Amish neighbors, brought together through their humble life styles and christian fellowship. He remembers, with no small fondness, the faceless dolls he would sometimes received as gifts from the young girls of their neighboring communities.
However, the inevitable dooms day soon dawned on the small community. And then passed with no fire, no planes falling from the sky, no screams of the unfaithful to cower from. Nothing that the small community had prepared for. Reverend Llyod attempted to assuage the more vocal members of the commune, assuring them that the day of judgement WAS coming as assuredly as the sun will rise. However, many elected to leave the commune after this, feeling that their spiritual leader was nothing more than a snake oil's salesmen.
The coming years were trying on Eli. The mood had decidedly soured in the community and they increasingly isolated themselves from their neighbors, much to his disappointment. His education all but halted as Reverend Lloyd took and increasingly active roll in defusing the strained air that permeated through their home, often through spiritual revere. And his fathers increasing agitations of feeling trapped by the community that 'robbed' him did little to help his home life, especially as the town coffers began to run empty. Even the simple pleasures he'd taken in farming vanished as the task evolved from spiritual duty to a necessary task done simply to keep the town alive.
Slowly he began to loath living in what was now called Lloyd's Town and began to shut himself off from the rest of the town, though he saw little chance to really leave. In what few opportunities he had to go to neighboring town for supplies, he'd marvel with almost childlike awe at what modest technology he could get his hands on (smartphones in particular were nothing short of a small miracle to him). And when he occasion struck, he'd sneak small textbooks in from the outside, though he'd often struggle with more complex subjects (especially those which were counter intuitive to his faith). Despite attempts, he made few friends on these trips due in part to his tendency to be overly blunt with others and somewhat anachronistic and faith centric views. He tried to break himself away from these tendencies, but even he would admit it was a painfully slow process, most because he could not shake the fear that, even for all that happens, that Reverend Llyod's teachings may very well be right. After many failed attempts (one in particular where he accidentally red lined a poor tourist's mustang while attempting to learn how to drive) he gave up, and now hesitates occasionally to speak to people he knows very well for fear of offending them somehow.
Initially he'd thought the illness was nothing more than a spell of spiritual weakness and did his best to ignore the scratchiness of his throat and the lethargic weight that seemed to rest itself on his chest. But when the visitors asking to take him away, he was more than happy to play it up in front of family. He'd thought of leaving many times, but only now did he have an adequate excuse. And by god, he was not going to let it slip him by.
Power:
Crystal shaping: Eli is able to manifest and control a unique form of crystal with a soft green hue. He can change the hardness of the crystal at will, though currently cannot surpass a 3 on the Mohs hardness scale. The crystals are highly conductive of both heat and electrical currents and are slightly luminescent, but are otherwise mundane.
As of now the maximum he can manifest and control is 60 cubic centimeters of crystal, after which he needs to rest. Controlling previously made samples do not seem to drain him as much.
As his powers develop, he'll be able to manipulate much larger volumes of crystal with little rest, however (due to the material in question), he's not able to create anything other than rudimentary shapes (columns, blocks, spikes excreta).
Other: |
45,558 | 1,236 | 122 | 1,833 | 2,419 | Current Location: Pool -> Testing Room - Interacting With: Arthur, Cassius & Ashton
"Good morning all - we'll be starting your sessions in the next twenty minutes to make sure y'all arrive on time! Artie, if you could come straightaway there's a few things we need to discuss on your results from your last session."
The intercom buzzed throughout the facility with the same voice the patients had been hearing for several days on end. Arthur was called away first, and so he said his goodbyes to both Sienna and Cassius who had been accompanying him in the pool room with warm tea. "Don't mention it, Arthur. Perhaps we'll get out of this fast enough. After all, I don't want to get rusty with my flight skills!" Sienna explained, still attempting to keep the mood upbeat, yet no matter how the pilot tried, she understood what Arthur had tried to convey. There was more to this, yet Sienna was still suspicious of what was hidden--these scientists were not her superiors, in any case.
Saying her own goodbye to Cassius now, Sienna left the pool room to be on time for the tests she was about undergo. There was still some time to wait, but Sienna didn't mind standing around for a few minutes. It wasn't like there was any place to leave in this facility, and it was always best to be punctual in the military. A few people passed by, familiar faces she knew. Sienna waved, perhaps exchanging greetings with a few people, but she couldn't seem to shake out the man with the dreadlocks from her thoughts. At least to pilot's knowledge, the man had yet to speak at all, and as he walked by, he seemed to be obvious to Sienna as if she wasn't there at all--invisible.
Odd fellow, Sienna thought, as Ashton called her into the testing room. Everything had seemed normal, except the sparking wire that was certainly a safety hazard. "I don't think it happens to be safe in this room, Ashton. I'm not an electrician, but I'm certain someone is going to get hurt because of that wire." Sienna explained, standing a decent distance away from the exposed wiring with a wary gaze. Despite Sienna's caution, Ashton appeared confident and shook his head. "Nonsense. If anything, that wire is more dangerous for me. Now, Sienna, touch the wire." Ashton stated, his face as straight as it could be for someone that just ordered a person to touch a safety hazard that could potentially kill.
Yet Sienna looked back at Ashton with a blank stare. Touch an open wire that was sparking? Was the man insane, or was he just trying to make a terrible joke? "Touch the wire, Sienna. If you don't, disciplinary actions will commence." Ashton spoke again, dropping his cheerful act. Sienna gazed confused at Ashton, her natural instincts telling the pilot not to touch the wire, yet something clicked. Sienna had shot electricity out of her palm the night before, but she only felt surprise. There was no pain from an electrical shock, just surprise.
Deciding against all odds, Sienna reached forward, albeit cautiously. Sienna grasped the wire with her hand, yet nothing came to fruition. No shock shaking the pilot or harming her, just an awkward grasp with the wire in Sienna's hand. "I figured as much. You're a walking insulator, Sienna. There is a current running through your body, but outside influences--at least to what we know--won't effect you. In any case, we're done for today." Ashton explained, waving his hand for Sienna to leave. Sienna had a mind full of questions, but she wasn't to get any answers. Just a do this for me, and out the door you go. | 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. |
45,559 | 1,236 | 123 | 1,237 | 509 | Eliza suddenly didn't feel like eating. Despite food being presented to her by a shirtless guy wearing an apron. And under normal standards, she would have preferred chocolate covered strawberries. But she wasn't in Malibu anymore.
The PA system echoed in the cafeteria commencing the starting of their day. Eli was already out the door, and Eliza had no other need to wait any longer to ask her "trainer" what the hell happened to her. She bids goodbye to anyone else in the cafeteria before heading out back to the examination room from yesterday.
The walk from the cafeteria felt long with each step of hers feeling heavy. Her mind dreaded two things: Finding out that she might have some power and having to interact with the asshole trainer guy from yesterday. Upon reaching the door she hears a loud sigh from inside. She slowly enters the room to see her trainer at a desk intensely staring at something. When she gets closer Eliza realizes that it is the same type of pen in her room. Startled, she wanted to scream at him for trespassing but then came to a realization that all the pens in the facility could be the same.
"W-why are you staring at that pen?" Eliza stood next to the desk also taking a look at the writing utensil as if it held some dangerous secret.
The trainer had an agitated look on his face and ran a hand through his hair.
"Because you dumbass, you had to get the most complicated power didn't you? Why couldn't you get something more obvious like controlling water?" He spoke with more annoyance than anger.
But Eliza's eyes widened when she realized he was watching them, more likely they were being watched the whole time.
"You creep! Watching us like that! Ugh!" Eliza turned away embarrassed at the thought they could have been watching her when she was changing.
"Don't read into detail, we only see what we need to in order to help you guys with your powers. What I did see was that garbage display in your room. And I've been up studying what happened to you while most of the other guys got off easy with their water boy and electric gal." He motioned to the flurry of papers on the other side of the desk and a laptop. On the screen was a video of what happened last night in her room.
"Can you play that video perhaps?" Eliza stepped closer to the desk to get a better look.
Mr. Trainer Guy shakes his head and shifts the laptop closer. The video plays and the clip was more embarrassing than everything. It showed Eliza picking up the pen, standing there for a good 15 seconds with nothing happening and then dropping to the floor freaking out. Just wearing a towel no less.
She could feel her face turn red and looked to the trainer for a reaction.
He only concentrated back to the pen and cursed.
"And that's it! No light show no nothing. Maybe..." He picks up the pen and points it at Eliza.
"Okay what I want you to do is hold onto this pen for as long as you can. Even if it feels weird just hold onto it."
He hands her the pen which never before has she ever gotten an ominous tone from an inanimate object before.
She reaches out and clutches the pen in her hand. Instantly her eyes shut tight and the same feeling from the night before rushes over her body. Or out of her body in this case. Her consciousness became a feeling as it glided down her arm and into her hand. At this point, she didn't know if she was still holding onto the pen. But when she came to, the room revealed itself in a white blur and she was on the floor. She felt cold all around and small. Significantly small.
"Hello?" She shouts startling the trainer who knelt over her actual body that lay unconscious on the floor.
"Holy crap, you're the pen now!" The trainer stood over her, like a giant and picks her up.
It was the weirdest feeling ever. She was able to talk, hear, and see. She was able to slightly move too.
"This is my power? Going into pens?" Eliza's voice filled with disappointment as she was set down on the desk. She rolls around trying to get a feel for her new "body".
The trainer doesn't answer her as he types ferociously on the laptop.
"Okay this has been fun and all but... how do I go back?" Eliza rolls over to the edge of the desk to look at her real body strewn awkwardly on the floor. | 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: |
45,560 | 1,237 | 0 | 2,120 | 84 | Ty poked her head up over her dash and watched as a few of the zombies staggered past. She sighed and worried her lower lip. When people started swerving off the road and falling over sick Ty had pulled over too. It had been too dangerous to drive her sixteen wheeler truck anywhere in those conditions. As she waited, listening to the radio and the CB, things went from bad to worse. And now she was three days into a Zombie Apocalypse.
Things couldn't get much worse for Ty. She was on the road with her family back at home. She didn't know if they were safe. If they were infected. It was torture not knowing. And since all the cell towers were down it was impossible to find out without going home. Which was Ty's current predicament. She was trapped inside the cab of her truck. She still had a good supply of bottled water. Her food was gone, both for her and her cat Mr. Sir. And somehow she needed to get home.
Ty's current plan was to detach the trailer from her cab, giving her a smaller vehicle and more speed. But first she needed more food and a lot more gas. Which meant being outside with the Zombies for a prolonged period of time. And she had watched the dead mill about. She knew they were slow and quite stupid. They ignored you unless they saw movement or heard noise. Which meant she couldn't drive her cab up to a gas station because it would attract everything within hearing distance.
So Ty's only option would be to walk. Through a city full of zombies.
Meew
Mr. Sir butted his head against Ty's shoulder, jostling her arm and her shotgun. She ran a hand down his back and crooned at him. The best time would be now during the day. She might have a better chance of not being spotted at night, but she didn't want to wander into a zombie by accident.
"Stay here kitty." Ty patted his head before she took one more look around before slipping out of the cab. She moved quickly and as silently as she could hoping nothing would turn a corner and see her as she scuttled to the juncture of her truck. Ty placed her shotgun down and grabbed the lever that attached the cab to the trailer. Usually she'd have to put down the truck jacks to keep the trailer from hitting the ground, but she didn't want to crawl under anything and waste precious time. So she settled for unhooking everything. It'd cause a rucks when she drove off, but she didn't plan on sticking around.
Job done she picked up her shot gun and eyed on of the zombies. It was staring in a storefront. If she was quiet and used the vehicles on the road to hide her she was good. Ty remained in her crouch as she slowly moved off in the direction of a known gas station. Gas was the most important. Without gas she couldn't go far. It wouldn't matter if she had plenty of food or water if she was stuck in a mass of zombies eager to eat her.
Ty swallowed against the thought. She had watched a few people be eaten alive from her cab, helpless to do anything against the undead mob. It was not something she was eager to experience first hand. | Melody Baker TylerName: "Ty"
Age: 38
Description: Ty is a stocky woman. She's not overweight but she isn't skinny either. Most of her mass is muscle. She stands at five foot six. She has black eyes and a pale complexion. She wears her hair long and braided. She abhors makeup and prefers to leave her natural beauty untouched. And Ty is quite a looker for someone her size. Though not a lot of people notice because of her weight. Because she's not stick thin they label her a ugly.
Ty isn't the most fashionable of women. Sure, she doesn't mind dressing up in a dress for a fancy occasion. But most of the time she just wears jeans and band t-shirts.
Personality: Ty is a easy going woman. She's friendly and easy to get along with. Even if she's mad at you she'll still be pleasant. Sometimes it's hard to know when she's angry because she'll still smile and maintain a calm demeanor. Aside from that Ty has a very low tolerance for crap. She wont hesitate to call you out on it. Nor will she baby you. She's a mother of three and she ain't your mom.
Background: Ty grew up with her mother. She never knew her father. As a single mother Ty's mom did quite well. She tried to support her child as best as she could. They lived in a rural town in what best could be described as a shack. The roof leaked and there was no hot water, but it was home.
Growing up Ty was teased because of her poor upbringing. She ended up in a lot of fights and ended up getting expelled from High School. She got her GED shortly after that and ended up working odd jobs around the world. She meet her husband, Carl, in Mexico. The two of them fell quickly in love and married after five months of dating. All together the couple had three children, all girls. The oldest, Kenya, is nineteen and just entering her first year of college. The middle girl, Sierra, is sixteen and infatuated with David. The youngest is "Cissy" and just turned fourteen.
After Ty's first child was born she and Carlos decided it would be best if they settled down for their child. However it became quickly apparent that Ty's "Itchy Feet" were never going to let her be happy in one town. Together they agreed that Carlos would stay home with the kids and Ty would support them. Her most current job is being a long haul truck driver.
Skills: Knowledge of the main routes across the country, a shotgun and knowledge how to use it and a truck.
Motivation: Ty's going home to her family. |
45,561 | 1,237 | 1 | 1,836 | 2,626 | Kiseki hid behind one of the garbage cans as zombies stumbled by. He leaned on the wall and was very careful to not make a sound. He had been holing up in the old man's mansion for the past three days, but when his dog suddenly decided that it was a good idea to run out and explore the apocalyptic world. Now why would a dog convince him to leave the safety of his home? Well, it was a very simple reason really.
Tanushi had been a stray and Kiseki saw himself in that dog. He wasn't sure how or why, but he did. For him, losing Tanushi would be like losing a part of him. The dog was also his most trusted friend along with the old man so he just couldn't bear it if both of those living beings were gone. And so, here he was, slinking through the streets and trying to find that Shiba Inu. He wasn't sure where the dog would be right now though. He hasn't run off before so Kiseki didn't know where to look.
Once the group of zombies were out of sight, he took a small peek from the garbage can and saw that the area was clear of zombies save for a few stragglers but they weren't too much trouble. There were cars too which he can use as cover. His blue eyes scanned the best route to get to the other end of the road. If his memory served right, if he made a few turns at the next alley, he should get to a local gas station. Good, he can restock there. He wasn't exactly running low on food but he'd rather have a full pack just in case something went wrong.
He slowly made his way around the garbage can, looked left and right to make sure that the zombies weren't facing him, and then dashed towards one of the cars. He ducked once he got to it and then took a peek again. Okay, this time, the zombie that he was mainly looking out for had moved towards one of the open shops. Okay, that was good. He then turned to the other zombie which had been blankly staring at one of the walls. Kiseki just shook his head. The threat level was low. Best time to move out. Making sure that the zombie stayed inside the shop, he made another dash for the alley and then ran straight into the narrow halls. He stopped and then looked back and waited for a few seconds. Once he was sure that no one was following him, he continued down the alley.
Kiseki let out a shaky breath, calming his fast-beating heart. He should be relatively safer here. The zombies were slow and admittedly stupid from what he saw, and losing them in the maze of walls would be easy as long as he kept his running light. He continued down the dark alleys and then made the necessary turns to make it to the nearby gas station. Hey, maybe if he was lucky, he'd get to see Tanushi here. He stopped when he reached a four-way intersection. He tried to map out what he remembered. Left was to one of those apartments, right was to that police station and straight should be towards the gas station.
Hopefully he was right. He couldn't get lost now. He soldiered on. He smiled despite the situation. No matter how bad it was, he just couldn't help but feel excited. A zombie apocalypse was something that people thought were only fiction, unreal. Now that he was experiencing it himself... well, he just couldn't help but feel excited. Of course he was scared as well. He was terrified. But still, he just couldn't help but feel all jittery like this while he's outside. Hopefully that strength would carry on while he is in search for Tanushi. | Name: Kiseki Hanabashi
Age: 17
Description: Kiseki stands around 5 foot 2. Though small, he has quite an athletic body that is suited for a runner. He has dark hair, bordering black but seems to shine brown when under the presence of sunlight. His eyes are a bright azure blue that shines with faked innocence. He typically wears a sweater over his shirt, jogging pants and a pair of rubber shoes. He only carries a sling bag that is filled with food and water.
Personality: Kiseki hides under the guise of a shy and innocent boy. Thanks to his appearance, he can pull that off. He tends to stutter when speaking to others and doesn't seem to have an opinion himself so he only goes with the flow. However, he does know a lot of things. Thanks to his years of experience in thievery, he has built-in alarms for danger. That feeling one would get from another person. He tends to be very jittery and jumps at even the smallest of sounds.
Background: Kiseki had grown up in Japan to a very poor family. He lived in the slums and had to go on for days without food at times. Both of his parents were hard workers but with little educational background, the just couldn't make the money to both feed the family of three and put Kiseki in school. So Kiseki grew up without education and was instead put into the mercy of the streets. At a young age, he has learned how to steal without getting caught and a year later, learned how to lockpick. He had been going with a small group with only five members including him. They pulled heist after heist and he managed to feed his family without telling his parents what he was doing. He was only eight years old when this happened.
A year later, his parents were caught in an accident in the factory which cost them their lives. They had perished in the fire and left their son, a nine years old boy, alone. Kiseki started living with one of his group mates who was just as poor as him, but his parents took pity on the boy and decided to take him in. When he was ten years old, something unexpected had happened. In one of their heists, he had been caught by three master of the house. Instead if turning him in, the old man and he had a very long discussion - against Kiseki's will of course. After the discussion, Kiseki had decided to stay with the old man. Apparently, he was frail and was just looking for someone to take care of him. The caretaker would get most of his fortune as he didn't seem to have a family. Kiseki stopped his illegal behavior and told this to his group mates. Originally unaccepting of Kiseki's decision, they didn't talk to him. In the meantime, he had been tutored by the old man about what he had to know - even hired a tutor for him.
Three months passed and his group mates approached him and said sorry. They finally accepted his decision and said that they could all still be friends... but they wouldn't stop their heists. That was fine by Kiseki. Another month passed and, unfortunately, the old man told him that they had to leave. Kiseki had been unsure what he meant by that but he then continued to explain that they had to leave because of personal reasons. Once more, the boy told his friends sorry and then they left for another country. In this new country, there seemed to have been something different. He had been sent to school by the old man and he had been bullied because of his small height. However, when it came to physical bullying, they couldn't seen to catch him. He grew up as a thief and that meant he had to be fast and had to lose people in his tracks. When he displayed this skill in front of some students, rumors spread and the Track & Field team offered him a position. He was reluctant to accept but when they insisted, he soon accepted and found himself quite skilled in the sport. Thanks to his friends in the club, the bullying stopped and he became quite a Track star.
Everything he has done had all crumbled down when the 'apocalypse' started. He wasn't sure how it started but it just did. It started when he was in school. Three of his classmates turned and then started to bite others and then it just built up from there. Gods, Kiseki didn't know what to do. So he ran. He ran back home. He needed to know if the old man was still alright. However, he found out that he wasn't. He had died. No, not turned. Died. He died while Kiseki had been at school. He couldn't believe it. He locked himself inside and hid from the zombies and didn't open up to others in fear that they were also infected. However, his three year old dog, Tanushi, escaped and went into the streets so he resolved to find the dog.
Skills: Kiseki is best suited for scouting places as he is a fast runner, has impressive stamina, pretty agile and knows how to lockpick. He can also be used as bait to lure out zombies but he doesn't like that very much.
Motivation: Kiseki is looking for his missing dog - Tanushi. |
45,562 | 1,237 | 2 | 2,708 | 1,210 | She stood still as a statue looking down at the street below through the window of her 9th floor hotel room. It had been nearly an entire day since Jen had last eaten, but the fear she felt held her back from venturing outside to get some food. Simply put, she was desperate at this point. Neither one of her parents were answering their phones, and likewise, Jonas was missing in action as well. If he hadn't survived this...catastrophe, how could she? But time was running out, and the thought of slowly starving to death didn't sound the least bit appealing.
"Screw this," she said to herself, walking away from the window. Jen grabbed the dinner knife from her room service tray and went to the bathroom to wash it, but when she turned on the faucet, the water wouldn't run.
Fucking perfect, she thought to herself.
Looking around, Jen grabbed a towelette and used it to wipe the blade clean. She looked at the knife for a moment, wondering how in the world it would help her against a horde of zombies... The thought alone was weird. Zombies? Those only existed in horror movies, and it was a subject you would never think you'd have to worry about. But, they were real now, as much as it didn't make sense, and Jen would simply have to rely on her survival skills to get her as far as she could.
With the knife now securely stuck between her belt and her pair of jeans, Jen left the safety of her hotel room and walked out into the hallway. No sign of life out there, and she wasn't sure whether that was a good thing or it was bad news. She took the nearest flight of stairs to the first floor lobby, and didn't notice anyone around save for a stray dog sniffing around the mess on the floor. Jen didn't pay any mind to it, knowing that she would eventually get too attached to it and that it would place her at a greater risk in the future. When she reached the double doors at the main entrance, Jen collected her thoughts for a moment before stepping out into the streets. She scanned the area to take note of any potential vantage points in case things got out of control too quickly. | Name: Dr. Jen Tulley
Age: 33
Description: She is 5'8 and 130 lbs. Her blonde hair is of medium length and she has hazel eyes. Jen has a small tongue piercing and a butterfly tattoo on her foot.
Personality: Jen is a sweet woman. She has a big heart for people who are somehow less fortunate than her, and she believes in “an eye for an eye”. Even though she's fully aware of the limits set for patient-doctor relationships, Jen can't help but feel genuine empathy for some of her patients who've gone through a very traumatic experience. She has, on some occasions, crossed the line to help some of those people, despite receiving a warning after a colleague caught her mid-act.
Background: Jen was born and raised in Fort Lauderdale, Florida and has lived there all her life. She attended public school where her grades were something that made her parents proud, and she even ran cross country and track. Being an only child, Jen was always interested being around people and learning more about them. Her parents weren't neglectful, per se, but they did spend a lot of time working.
Eventually, Jen attended college in South Florida as well. She lived with her parents all throughout undergrad and moved out after being accepted to a private university's psychology program. It was there she got her doctorate and eventually became a certified psychologist. Jen met her boyfriend, Jonas, while she was out with her girlfriends and he was in the area working an off duty assignment. Despite Jonas being in uniform, Jen approached him with her alcohol courage and asked him out. They've been dating ever since.
Fast forward to the present. Jen was on a trip to a national psychology conference when news of the outbreak surfaced. She's been extremely careful when she's had to leave her hotel room for whatever reason.
Skills: An excellent runner, whether sprinting or long distance.
Motivation: Jen wants to find her family to make sure they're alive. |
45,563 | 1,237 | 3 | 2,732 | 5,726 | L I L Y
How do we arm every boy and girl? Tell me how do we live after the end of the world?
Bright blue eyes stared back at her from the mirror, fear and determination shining in the orbs. "You can do this." The whisper had nearly been inaudible but she still froze and perked her ears up for any indication that the things outside had heard her, a habit she had developed in the past three days of moving around her house like a ghost. When she didn't hear anything clawing to get in, she turned back to her reflection in the bathroom mirror. "Don't be a wimp. Alec needs you. Be the brave girl he was always telling you, you were." After her little pep-talk she nodded to herself and began braiding her hair away from her face. She hadn't watched many zombie movies but she knew that people got easily caught from having lose hair for the zombies to grab onto. With it in its braid, she grabbed one of Alec's baseball caps off the counter and tucked her hair up into it, turning her head from side to side before nodding in satisfaction. With her jeans and long-sleeved shirt, if she tilted her head down so her face was obscured, she kind of looked like a boy.
She exited the bathroom silently, heading to her room. She gazed around, worried she would never see it again before she shook her head sharply. Don't think like that! You're going to get Alec then you're going to come home. With another shake of her head, she turned to the backpack and supplies laid out on her bed. As her eyes ran over the supplies, she ran through a mental check list. She was probably missing items that would be helpful but she had never been camping before nor has she experienced an apocalypse so she wasn't exactly well-versed in what one would need to survive. She was mostly going off of what the people had in the movies.
Water. Check.
Food. Check.
First-Aid kit. Check.
Rope. Check.
Duct Tape. Check.
Blanket. Check.
Matches. Check.
She then turned to the metal box resting next to her backpack and lifted the lid with slightly trembling hands. She knew Alec had thought he was being smart by hiding it under his bed but Lily was a curious child and had found out about it a while ago, but unlike some children, she was smart enough to know it wasn't to be played with.
But she wasn't playing anymore.
The gun gleamed up at her and her fingers halted inched away from the metal. She took a deep, centering breath before wrapping her fingers around the handle, making sure to keep her finger away from the trigger. Under normal circumstances, Alec would be furious at her for touching but she hoped he wouldn't mind this time considering it could very well save her life. she grabbed the harness for the weapon and threaded it through her belt along with the knife that had also been in the case. With both weapons secured, she pulled on her jacket then grabbed her backpack, shrugging it on as she went downstairs quietly. She tiptoed to the back door and peeked out into the backyard. So far the zombies had stayed to the front of the house and the street where most of the noise was. So if she slipped out the back door and under the fence, she should hopefully be fine if she stuck to the alley. Plus, she had been observing the zombies the past three days and she noted that they were pretty slow and as long as you were quiet and stayed out of sight, you would be fine. She could run pretty fast if she needed to so she was sure she would be able to make a quick getaway. She would just need to keep on her toes and alert for danger.
She squared her shoulders as she rested a hand on the door knob. She cast one last glance back into the silent house before she turned the handle slowly and quietly, thanking the fact that Alec kept the hinges on the door well oiled. She slipped out quietly and shut the door soundlessly behind her. She then tiptoed across the grass, avoiding the leaves littering the ground as she made it to a section of fence that was loose enough to slide to the side. She peeked out, looking around for any sign of the dead. When there was none, she crawled out and slid the board gently back into place.
With that, she began walking, quickly and quietly as she glanced around constantly. She knew which direction the city was in but not which streets to take to get there, though maybe the gas station not far from here would have a map. With that in mind, she cut through the alley's as she made her way towards the gas station. | Name: Lilia Colette Galton
Nickname: Lily
Age: 10 years old
Gender: Female
Personality: Lilia is always looking for the hint of good in even the worst of people and events, searching for ways to make things better. She is always trying to take care of the people around her but in doing so Lilia sometimes forgets to take care of herself as well. Normally, Lilia comes across as a little shy, emanating a calm and reserved aura. But given the right circumstances and Lilia's inner flame can shine through the shell she builds around herself. Lilia listens to her heart and her actions are ruled by her desire to lend a hand rather than what she would get out of the situation by helping. Her caring nature knows no bounds and she holds a place for everyone in her heart. When given the task of helping someone, she comes out of her shell and gives them a shoulder to lean on, an ear to talk to, and a voice to comfort them. Lilia is also open-minded and tries to look for the good things in life rather than focusing on the bad. When she puts her mind to it, Lilia can be a little ball of energy, especially surrounded by those she cares for. She is also not one for giving up until she's given it her all and even then she's very hard-pressed to quit. But life is a double-edged sword. At times her caring nature leads her to trouble with people who do not want to be helped and may show violence in resisting. There is also a possibility of someone exploiting her kind nature to manipulate her.
Background: Lily was born to a loving with two doting parents and an older brother that spoiled her rotten. She grew up in a two-story house right by a park, the same park where she learned to ride her first bike and fell off the swings trying to jump off. Their neighbors were fairly friendly, a little old lady on their left who was the blocks' resident cat lady. Many thought she was batty but Lily just thought she was lonely and so the child made it her goal to visit the kind woman every day after school. To the right of her house lived a couple who had lost their daughter when she was about Lily's age so they enjoyed when she visited them. Unfortunately, the universe has a nice way of flipping your world upside down.
On Lily's seventh birthday, her parents were in a fetal car crash, leaving her in the care of her brother. His current job wasn't able to sustain both of them so he got a job in the city over. He was gone from home most days but it paid the bills. Even so, Lilia quickly had to learn how to take care of herself, with the help of her neighbors of course. Lilia hadn't even been aware there was an outbreak at all. The day the plague hit her country, she came home to an empty house.
This was strange, her brother had today off. She found a hurried note on the counter from her brother stating he got called in suddenly, that it was an emergency and if she needed something she should head next door. She was slightly sad because she was really looking forward to dinner with her brother but she got over it like she always does and made herself a sandwich for dinner. She was just about to go say hi to the couple next door, maybe see if they wanted any of the cookies she had baked when, through the window she saw the husband start attacking the wife through their dining room window. Lilia's mind couldn't process what she was seeing. He...He was eating her. Frightened out of her mind, Lilia race upstairs to her bedroom. She could hear more people outside falling victim to the monsters but Lilia never made a peep so the monsters didn't know she was there.
Skills:
Flexible from ballet classes as a child
She's small so she isn't as easy to grab and she can fit into tiny places
Fairly quick on her feet with the speed to boot
Can be as quiet as a mouse
Motivation:
For the first three days after seeing what she saw, Lilia stayed holed up in the house, keeping quiet. However, she knew that the food wouldnt last. Plus, her brother had yet to return. Gathering what she could carry, Lilia decided she needed to be a big girl and go find him.
Other:
She has a fear of thunderstorms and heights. |
45,564 | 1,237 | 4 | 2,708 | 1,210 | The atmosphere outside was eerily quiet, a little too unnerving for Jen's comfort. She reassured herself by placing a hand on the knife as she slowly took some steps forward, her eyes darting in every direction to hopefully detect some form of movement to avoid being caught off guard. She walked parallel to the hotel and then to the buildings that followed it as she made sure to look back every so often.
But then, out of the blue and somehow synchronized, these "zombies" started appearing. They were everywhere. Coming out from behind cars, buildings, etc. Jen instantly felt pure and unrelenting fear, her fight or flight response apparently damaged as she stood frozen in place. Maybe if she didn't move they wouldn't notice her, right? If only...
The zombies, as slow-paced as they moved, started to close in on Jen. She pressed her back against the building, as if that would somehow save her. She had completely forgotten about the dinner knife as well, but in hindsight, it really wouldn't have done much to aid in her survival. Just then, the door Jen was leaning on opened up. The woman lost her footing, nearly falling on her back had it not been for the quick hand that wrapped around her arm to pull her inside. The door was closed and locked again just as quickly, and Jen stood still in the darkness.
"Are you alright?" asked the person who had just saved her life. Jen nodded in reply. "Yes, I am." When her eyes adjusted, she saw a man who appeared to be in his 40s despite of how young he sounded. They both introduced themselves. Lucas motioned for Jen to follow him upstairs. Apparently there were a couple more people in the seemingly empty building. | Name: Dr. Jen Tulley
Age: 33
Description: She is 5'8 and 130 lbs. Her blonde hair is of medium length and she has hazel eyes. Jen has a small tongue piercing and a butterfly tattoo on her foot.
Personality: Jen is a sweet woman. She has a big heart for people who are somehow less fortunate than her, and she believes in “an eye for an eye”. Even though she's fully aware of the limits set for patient-doctor relationships, Jen can't help but feel genuine empathy for some of her patients who've gone through a very traumatic experience. She has, on some occasions, crossed the line to help some of those people, despite receiving a warning after a colleague caught her mid-act.
Background: Jen was born and raised in Fort Lauderdale, Florida and has lived there all her life. She attended public school where her grades were something that made her parents proud, and she even ran cross country and track. Being an only child, Jen was always interested being around people and learning more about them. Her parents weren't neglectful, per se, but they did spend a lot of time working.
Eventually, Jen attended college in South Florida as well. She lived with her parents all throughout undergrad and moved out after being accepted to a private university's psychology program. It was there she got her doctorate and eventually became a certified psychologist. Jen met her boyfriend, Jonas, while she was out with her girlfriends and he was in the area working an off duty assignment. Despite Jonas being in uniform, Jen approached him with her alcohol courage and asked him out. They've been dating ever since.
Fast forward to the present. Jen was on a trip to a national psychology conference when news of the outbreak surfaced. She's been extremely careful when she's had to leave her hotel room for whatever reason.
Skills: An excellent runner, whether sprinting or long distance.
Motivation: Jen wants to find her family to make sure they're alive. |
45,565 | 1,237 | 5 | 2,120 | 84 | Ty's sense of direction lead her unerringly to the gas station. She poked her head over an abandoned car and watched two Zombies slowly move. They were between her and the gas station. Which wasn't good because the pumps were right there in the open. Ty tightened her grip on her gun and took a few seconds to plan her next course of action. She could make some noise and then skirt around the area while the dead were distracted. It would give her a few minutes to get gas. Which meant she needed containers and first. And maybe robe so she could carry more than one gallon.
Ty nodded her head and set off again, making her way slowly around the walking dead. She paused just around the corner of the station's store and poked her head around. She waited barely breathing as she Zombie slowly turned away from her. Without giving herself a chance to second guess herself she dashed to the door. She opened it hoping against all else that it wouldn't chime.
Ding-ding
The melodious tone of the sensor was apparently in working order. Ty cursed as she pulled the door shut behind her. The closer zombie was already turning towards the door. Ty cursed again and looked around for anything that could be used to keep the door shut. Not that it would stop the freaking zombies for long. Glass wasn't as good as a solid wood door. Watching a zombie go through glass was a real stomach turner. Even more so if it was the only thing separating you from the hungry dead.
Ty looked for anything that could work to tie the doors together. When she came up short she let go of the door with more curses and stripped off her belt. With quick movements she tied it around the doors and none too soon as the zombie walked right into the glass. Ty wasted precious seconds waiting to see if the thin leather would hold. | Melody Baker TylerName: "Ty"
Age: 38
Description: Ty is a stocky woman. She's not overweight but she isn't skinny either. Most of her mass is muscle. She stands at five foot six. She has black eyes and a pale complexion. She wears her hair long and braided. She abhors makeup and prefers to leave her natural beauty untouched. And Ty is quite a looker for someone her size. Though not a lot of people notice because of her weight. Because she's not stick thin they label her a ugly.
Ty isn't the most fashionable of women. Sure, she doesn't mind dressing up in a dress for a fancy occasion. But most of the time she just wears jeans and band t-shirts.
Personality: Ty is a easy going woman. She's friendly and easy to get along with. Even if she's mad at you she'll still be pleasant. Sometimes it's hard to know when she's angry because she'll still smile and maintain a calm demeanor. Aside from that Ty has a very low tolerance for crap. She wont hesitate to call you out on it. Nor will she baby you. She's a mother of three and she ain't your mom.
Background: Ty grew up with her mother. She never knew her father. As a single mother Ty's mom did quite well. She tried to support her child as best as she could. They lived in a rural town in what best could be described as a shack. The roof leaked and there was no hot water, but it was home.
Growing up Ty was teased because of her poor upbringing. She ended up in a lot of fights and ended up getting expelled from High School. She got her GED shortly after that and ended up working odd jobs around the world. She meet her husband, Carl, in Mexico. The two of them fell quickly in love and married after five months of dating. All together the couple had three children, all girls. The oldest, Kenya, is nineteen and just entering her first year of college. The middle girl, Sierra, is sixteen and infatuated with David. The youngest is "Cissy" and just turned fourteen.
After Ty's first child was born she and Carlos decided it would be best if they settled down for their child. However it became quickly apparent that Ty's "Itchy Feet" were never going to let her be happy in one town. Together they agreed that Carlos would stay home with the kids and Ty would support them. Her most current job is being a long haul truck driver.
Skills: Knowledge of the main routes across the country, a shotgun and knowledge how to use it and a truck.
Motivation: Ty's going home to her family. |
45,566 | 1,237 | 6 | 1,836 | 2,626 | Oh finally. He muttered to himself as he saw the gas station come into sight. He was quite relieved to see that he would finally be able to restock. Again, he doesn't like spending his rations that would only last a few days. If he could scavenge, then he would. He was about to step out of the alley and the sneak his way towards the gas station when someone already beat him to the punch. Though he couldn't hear it, from how the zombies around had reacted, the ringer of the gas station still worked and they were now heading towards the woman who had entered.
Oh no. That was bad.
This was really bad. That door wouldn't hold. Kiseki counted the zombies in the area and there were only two of them. One too much for him though. The dark haired male desperately looked for something, anything, to use to help the woman. It was rare to find another living, breathing human being who wasn't out for your flesh. And... and hey, maybe she could help him with finding Tanushi! But there wasn't anything he could do. He didn't have a weapon and all he was good for was running.
Running. He was good at running. In fact, he was the fastest in his team. Maybe he could distract them long enough and then lose them in the alleyway. That plan could work right? It should work. His whole body trembled with nervousness and fear. He could feel his entire body protesting with his wishes to save the woman. Doubts plagued his mind. Could he even save her? Could he survive if he wanted to save her?
"Come on Kiseki. You can do this." He muttered to himself in Japanese. He placed a quivering hand on the wall beside him and the other on top of his heart. He took a deep breath and then let it out. Believe in it. He could do this. He placed one foot in front of the other as he made their way towards the zombies. He looked around to check if there were any more incoming. No, there were none. He stopped and picked up a rock. Get their attention. He picked up several more and then began throwing it at one of the gas pumps to create sound. If he screamed here, more of the zombies would pop up. Hopefully this would be enough to get their attention.
And surely, it did. The two turned to him and then slowly walked towards him with the intent to eat him all up. Okay, what's next? Run. Run like your life depends on it. But wait, it did. Kiseki turned and ran into the alleyway and began making several turns while he was inside to lose them. Of course, he made sure that they followed him inside first before he made his move to lose them within the labyrinth made of concrete. | Name: Kiseki Hanabashi
Age: 17
Description: Kiseki stands around 5 foot 2. Though small, he has quite an athletic body that is suited for a runner. He has dark hair, bordering black but seems to shine brown when under the presence of sunlight. His eyes are a bright azure blue that shines with faked innocence. He typically wears a sweater over his shirt, jogging pants and a pair of rubber shoes. He only carries a sling bag that is filled with food and water.
Personality: Kiseki hides under the guise of a shy and innocent boy. Thanks to his appearance, he can pull that off. He tends to stutter when speaking to others and doesn't seem to have an opinion himself so he only goes with the flow. However, he does know a lot of things. Thanks to his years of experience in thievery, he has built-in alarms for danger. That feeling one would get from another person. He tends to be very jittery and jumps at even the smallest of sounds.
Background: Kiseki had grown up in Japan to a very poor family. He lived in the slums and had to go on for days without food at times. Both of his parents were hard workers but with little educational background, the just couldn't make the money to both feed the family of three and put Kiseki in school. So Kiseki grew up without education and was instead put into the mercy of the streets. At a young age, he has learned how to steal without getting caught and a year later, learned how to lockpick. He had been going with a small group with only five members including him. They pulled heist after heist and he managed to feed his family without telling his parents what he was doing. He was only eight years old when this happened.
A year later, his parents were caught in an accident in the factory which cost them their lives. They had perished in the fire and left their son, a nine years old boy, alone. Kiseki started living with one of his group mates who was just as poor as him, but his parents took pity on the boy and decided to take him in. When he was ten years old, something unexpected had happened. In one of their heists, he had been caught by three master of the house. Instead if turning him in, the old man and he had a very long discussion - against Kiseki's will of course. After the discussion, Kiseki had decided to stay with the old man. Apparently, he was frail and was just looking for someone to take care of him. The caretaker would get most of his fortune as he didn't seem to have a family. Kiseki stopped his illegal behavior and told this to his group mates. Originally unaccepting of Kiseki's decision, they didn't talk to him. In the meantime, he had been tutored by the old man about what he had to know - even hired a tutor for him.
Three months passed and his group mates approached him and said sorry. They finally accepted his decision and said that they could all still be friends... but they wouldn't stop their heists. That was fine by Kiseki. Another month passed and, unfortunately, the old man told him that they had to leave. Kiseki had been unsure what he meant by that but he then continued to explain that they had to leave because of personal reasons. Once more, the boy told his friends sorry and then they left for another country. In this new country, there seemed to have been something different. He had been sent to school by the old man and he had been bullied because of his small height. However, when it came to physical bullying, they couldn't seen to catch him. He grew up as a thief and that meant he had to be fast and had to lose people in his tracks. When he displayed this skill in front of some students, rumors spread and the Track & Field team offered him a position. He was reluctant to accept but when they insisted, he soon accepted and found himself quite skilled in the sport. Thanks to his friends in the club, the bullying stopped and he became quite a Track star.
Everything he has done had all crumbled down when the 'apocalypse' started. He wasn't sure how it started but it just did. It started when he was in school. Three of his classmates turned and then started to bite others and then it just built up from there. Gods, Kiseki didn't know what to do. So he ran. He ran back home. He needed to know if the old man was still alright. However, he found out that he wasn't. He had died. No, not turned. Died. He died while Kiseki had been at school. He couldn't believe it. He locked himself inside and hid from the zombies and didn't open up to others in fear that they were also infected. However, his three year old dog, Tanushi, escaped and went into the streets so he resolved to find the dog.
Skills: Kiseki is best suited for scouting places as he is a fast runner, has impressive stamina, pretty agile and knows how to lockpick. He can also be used as bait to lure out zombies but he doesn't like that very much.
Motivation: Kiseki is looking for his missing dog - Tanushi. |
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Lily had been quite lucky so far. By staying to the ally's and avoiding any streets she came across, she in turn managed to avoid most of the zombies. She could hear some moaning and groaning behind fences but whenever she came across them she kept quiet and tiptoed past, avoiding accidentally kicking any rubbish littering the ground. She just hoped she wouldn't get lost in this maze of alleyways. However, she knew the gas station was in this generally direction, she's walked there plenty of times on her own. Of course those days there weren't man-eating monsters out for her flesh but if she didn't make any noise she would be fine.
She noticed she was starting to become a bit thirsty from all of the walking but she knew she needed to ration..ration? Was that the word she was looking for? Anyway, she knew she needed to save her water and food because she didn't know when she would be able to get some more. All the people in the zombie movies or when any natural disaster happened always went to the stores and cleaned them out and so she was pretty sure the gas station had suffered the same fate. But she couldn't see what use anyone would need of maps she this was her hope that there would still be some left that she could grab.
She was just turning the corner of an alleyway to cross to the next when suddenly something slammed into her. She was caught off guard and sent flying, her hat becoming knocked off in the impact so her long braid went tumbling down her back. She hit the ground on her side and laid there for several moments, dazed before her instincts kicked in and screamed at her that lying prone on the ground was the best way to get herself eaten. She scrambled to her feet, hand flying to the gun holster where thankfully the weapon still rested. She jerked it out and pointed it shakily in front of her, finger on the trigger but not pulling. At least, she thought she was holding it right. She was fairly sure she was pointing the right end at the figure in front of her. However, when she actually focused on just who or what was in front of her, her movements stilled. It wasn't a monster knashing their teeth and moaning, but a boy that looked older than her but not quite an adult yet. Her mouth dropped into a little "o" as the child stared at him with wide eyes. Should she say hello or high-tail it in the other direction?
She didn't know who this boy was or if he was friendly or not but the child could feel her body start to tremble in slight fear and anxiety, the gun giving it away as it bounced slightly in her hand as she kept it shakily pointed at him. | Name: Lilia Colette Galton
Nickname: Lily
Age: 10 years old
Gender: Female
Personality: Lilia is always looking for the hint of good in even the worst of people and events, searching for ways to make things better. She is always trying to take care of the people around her but in doing so Lilia sometimes forgets to take care of herself as well. Normally, Lilia comes across as a little shy, emanating a calm and reserved aura. But given the right circumstances and Lilia's inner flame can shine through the shell she builds around herself. Lilia listens to her heart and her actions are ruled by her desire to lend a hand rather than what she would get out of the situation by helping. Her caring nature knows no bounds and she holds a place for everyone in her heart. When given the task of helping someone, she comes out of her shell and gives them a shoulder to lean on, an ear to talk to, and a voice to comfort them. Lilia is also open-minded and tries to look for the good things in life rather than focusing on the bad. When she puts her mind to it, Lilia can be a little ball of energy, especially surrounded by those she cares for. She is also not one for giving up until she's given it her all and even then she's very hard-pressed to quit. But life is a double-edged sword. At times her caring nature leads her to trouble with people who do not want to be helped and may show violence in resisting. There is also a possibility of someone exploiting her kind nature to manipulate her.
Background: Lily was born to a loving with two doting parents and an older brother that spoiled her rotten. She grew up in a two-story house right by a park, the same park where she learned to ride her first bike and fell off the swings trying to jump off. Their neighbors were fairly friendly, a little old lady on their left who was the blocks' resident cat lady. Many thought she was batty but Lily just thought she was lonely and so the child made it her goal to visit the kind woman every day after school. To the right of her house lived a couple who had lost their daughter when she was about Lily's age so they enjoyed when she visited them. Unfortunately, the universe has a nice way of flipping your world upside down.
On Lily's seventh birthday, her parents were in a fetal car crash, leaving her in the care of her brother. His current job wasn't able to sustain both of them so he got a job in the city over. He was gone from home most days but it paid the bills. Even so, Lilia quickly had to learn how to take care of herself, with the help of her neighbors of course. Lilia hadn't even been aware there was an outbreak at all. The day the plague hit her country, she came home to an empty house.
This was strange, her brother had today off. She found a hurried note on the counter from her brother stating he got called in suddenly, that it was an emergency and if she needed something she should head next door. She was slightly sad because she was really looking forward to dinner with her brother but she got over it like she always does and made herself a sandwich for dinner. She was just about to go say hi to the couple next door, maybe see if they wanted any of the cookies she had baked when, through the window she saw the husband start attacking the wife through their dining room window. Lilia's mind couldn't process what she was seeing. He...He was eating her. Frightened out of her mind, Lilia race upstairs to her bedroom. She could hear more people outside falling victim to the monsters but Lilia never made a peep so the monsters didn't know she was there.
Skills:
Flexible from ballet classes as a child
She's small so she isn't as easy to grab and she can fit into tiny places
Fairly quick on her feet with the speed to boot
Can be as quiet as a mouse
Motivation:
For the first three days after seeing what she saw, Lilia stayed holed up in the house, keeping quiet. However, she knew that the food wouldnt last. Plus, her brother had yet to return. Gathering what she could carry, Lilia decided she needed to be a big girl and go find him.
Other:
She has a fear of thunderstorms and heights. |
45,568 | 1,237 | 8 | 2,708 | 1,210 | “I found these guys not too long ago,” Lucas said to Jen as he guided her down the dimly lit hallway, “They were in a situation very similar to yours; cornered and just about ready to die had I not come along.”
For some reason, Jen thought that Lucas was taking a quick stab at her survival skills, or lack thereof. She only replied with a quick nod as they turned the corner. Once they approached one of the last doors on the right, Lucas reached for a key. He then proceeded to unlock the door and motion for Jen to follow him. As she walked inside, she froze in place. Her breath caught in her throat as she stood before two lifeless bodies leaning against each other on the ground, both with what appeared to be fresh neck wounds. Something inside snapped, and Jen finally reacted. She turned around and bolted from the room, trying to get away as fast as she could from Lucas who was jogging after her and asking her where she was going.
Jen reached the stairwell and rushed down way too fast, eventually causing her to miss a step and tumble all the way downstairs. She was in a moderate amount of pain from the fall, and despite her blurry vision, she kept her eyes on Lucas as he descended the stairs with some sort of tool in hand. | Name: Dr. Jen Tulley
Age: 33
Description: She is 5'8 and 130 lbs. Her blonde hair is of medium length and she has hazel eyes. Jen has a small tongue piercing and a butterfly tattoo on her foot.
Personality: Jen is a sweet woman. She has a big heart for people who are somehow less fortunate than her, and she believes in “an eye for an eye”. Even though she's fully aware of the limits set for patient-doctor relationships, Jen can't help but feel genuine empathy for some of her patients who've gone through a very traumatic experience. She has, on some occasions, crossed the line to help some of those people, despite receiving a warning after a colleague caught her mid-act.
Background: Jen was born and raised in Fort Lauderdale, Florida and has lived there all her life. She attended public school where her grades were something that made her parents proud, and she even ran cross country and track. Being an only child, Jen was always interested being around people and learning more about them. Her parents weren't neglectful, per se, but they did spend a lot of time working.
Eventually, Jen attended college in South Florida as well. She lived with her parents all throughout undergrad and moved out after being accepted to a private university's psychology program. It was there she got her doctorate and eventually became a certified psychologist. Jen met her boyfriend, Jonas, while she was out with her girlfriends and he was in the area working an off duty assignment. Despite Jonas being in uniform, Jen approached him with her alcohol courage and asked him out. They've been dating ever since.
Fast forward to the present. Jen was on a trip to a national psychology conference when news of the outbreak surfaced. She's been extremely careful when she's had to leave her hotel room for whatever reason.
Skills: An excellent runner, whether sprinting or long distance.
Motivation: Jen wants to find her family to make sure they're alive. |
45,569 | 1,237 | 9 | 2,120 | 84 | Ty stared in horror as some kid appeared in the gas station's parking lot. She watched frozen as he picked up something and tossed it at the zombie currently still occupied with the glass door. After it was hit the thing turned and headed after the kid.
"Damn it." Ty finally snapped out of her stupor and lurched forwards grabbing at the belt. She had tied it tight and by the time it was undone both the boy and the zombies were gone.
"Damn it." Ty cursed again as she ran from one side of the building to the other. But for all her efforts she couldn't catch sight of the boy or the zombies. She paused listening, but nothing. She felt torn between what was necessary and between helping the boy. She could only picture her children. Yet what could she do at this point? Wander aimlessly through the city hoping to catch a sight of him?
Heartbroken Ty returned to the store, grabbed three gas cans and a skein of rope. She propped her gun by the side of one of the pumps and got to work. It was slow going and she felt bad as the price ticker went higher and higher with no intention of paying. Maybe one day she'd settle her debt here. Both to the store and to the boy. With the cans filled she tied two to her back, hefted the last one and her gun and headed back towards her truck. | Melody Baker TylerName: "Ty"
Age: 38
Description: Ty is a stocky woman. She's not overweight but she isn't skinny either. Most of her mass is muscle. She stands at five foot six. She has black eyes and a pale complexion. She wears her hair long and braided. She abhors makeup and prefers to leave her natural beauty untouched. And Ty is quite a looker for someone her size. Though not a lot of people notice because of her weight. Because she's not stick thin they label her a ugly.
Ty isn't the most fashionable of women. Sure, she doesn't mind dressing up in a dress for a fancy occasion. But most of the time she just wears jeans and band t-shirts.
Personality: Ty is a easy going woman. She's friendly and easy to get along with. Even if she's mad at you she'll still be pleasant. Sometimes it's hard to know when she's angry because she'll still smile and maintain a calm demeanor. Aside from that Ty has a very low tolerance for crap. She wont hesitate to call you out on it. Nor will she baby you. She's a mother of three and she ain't your mom.
Background: Ty grew up with her mother. She never knew her father. As a single mother Ty's mom did quite well. She tried to support her child as best as she could. They lived in a rural town in what best could be described as a shack. The roof leaked and there was no hot water, but it was home.
Growing up Ty was teased because of her poor upbringing. She ended up in a lot of fights and ended up getting expelled from High School. She got her GED shortly after that and ended up working odd jobs around the world. She meet her husband, Carl, in Mexico. The two of them fell quickly in love and married after five months of dating. All together the couple had three children, all girls. The oldest, Kenya, is nineteen and just entering her first year of college. The middle girl, Sierra, is sixteen and infatuated with David. The youngest is "Cissy" and just turned fourteen.
After Ty's first child was born she and Carlos decided it would be best if they settled down for their child. However it became quickly apparent that Ty's "Itchy Feet" were never going to let her be happy in one town. Together they agreed that Carlos would stay home with the kids and Ty would support them. Her most current job is being a long haul truck driver.
Skills: Knowledge of the main routes across the country, a shotgun and knowledge how to use it and a truck.
Motivation: Ty's going home to her family. |
45,570 | 1,237 | 10 | 1,836 | 2,626 | The plan had been working absolutely flawlessly, surprisingly. He had quickly lost the two zombies in the alleys and he still knew where he was. However, he still didn't move to stop. No, not yet. He was still nervous, thinking that the zombies would find him if he stopped. Just another corner and he'd stop. He was pretty sure he had left anyone following him in the dust. Boy, he was really glad that he had an affinity for Track and Field, or else he wouldn't have survived. Then again, if he had taken, say, kendo, he would have been able to simply smash their heads inwards and completely erase them from the world.
Kiseki's eyes brightened up when he saw the next corner. He swung around to turn, but he felt something slam into him. He stumbled backwards in absolute shock as well. He heard something slam on the ground but he was still recovering from it. After only a moment, he was back in action and ready to run. However, his eyes sat upon that of a figure of a young girl sprawled on the ground. Huh? That didn't look anything remotely like those zombies. The girl had panicked and stood up.
He was too late to see the gun holstered on her waist. She had the gun pointed directly at him and he was forced to throw his arms up in fear of being shot. However, it became obvious that she had done it out of instinct but didn't look really willing to shoot someone. She was scared, evidenced by the bouncing of the gun in her hands. But the fact that any provocation might cause her to actually pull the trigger and he'd be dead.
"U-Uh..." He stammered out. "I... um... come in peace?" It was the best he could muster for now. He was scared of the gun, not the girl. She didn't seem capable of killing someone in cold blood. It's more that she would accidentally pull it after all. | Name: Kiseki Hanabashi
Age: 17
Description: Kiseki stands around 5 foot 2. Though small, he has quite an athletic body that is suited for a runner. He has dark hair, bordering black but seems to shine brown when under the presence of sunlight. His eyes are a bright azure blue that shines with faked innocence. He typically wears a sweater over his shirt, jogging pants and a pair of rubber shoes. He only carries a sling bag that is filled with food and water.
Personality: Kiseki hides under the guise of a shy and innocent boy. Thanks to his appearance, he can pull that off. He tends to stutter when speaking to others and doesn't seem to have an opinion himself so he only goes with the flow. However, he does know a lot of things. Thanks to his years of experience in thievery, he has built-in alarms for danger. That feeling one would get from another person. He tends to be very jittery and jumps at even the smallest of sounds.
Background: Kiseki had grown up in Japan to a very poor family. He lived in the slums and had to go on for days without food at times. Both of his parents were hard workers but with little educational background, the just couldn't make the money to both feed the family of three and put Kiseki in school. So Kiseki grew up without education and was instead put into the mercy of the streets. At a young age, he has learned how to steal without getting caught and a year later, learned how to lockpick. He had been going with a small group with only five members including him. They pulled heist after heist and he managed to feed his family without telling his parents what he was doing. He was only eight years old when this happened.
A year later, his parents were caught in an accident in the factory which cost them their lives. They had perished in the fire and left their son, a nine years old boy, alone. Kiseki started living with one of his group mates who was just as poor as him, but his parents took pity on the boy and decided to take him in. When he was ten years old, something unexpected had happened. In one of their heists, he had been caught by three master of the house. Instead if turning him in, the old man and he had a very long discussion - against Kiseki's will of course. After the discussion, Kiseki had decided to stay with the old man. Apparently, he was frail and was just looking for someone to take care of him. The caretaker would get most of his fortune as he didn't seem to have a family. Kiseki stopped his illegal behavior and told this to his group mates. Originally unaccepting of Kiseki's decision, they didn't talk to him. In the meantime, he had been tutored by the old man about what he had to know - even hired a tutor for him.
Three months passed and his group mates approached him and said sorry. They finally accepted his decision and said that they could all still be friends... but they wouldn't stop their heists. That was fine by Kiseki. Another month passed and, unfortunately, the old man told him that they had to leave. Kiseki had been unsure what he meant by that but he then continued to explain that they had to leave because of personal reasons. Once more, the boy told his friends sorry and then they left for another country. In this new country, there seemed to have been something different. He had been sent to school by the old man and he had been bullied because of his small height. However, when it came to physical bullying, they couldn't seen to catch him. He grew up as a thief and that meant he had to be fast and had to lose people in his tracks. When he displayed this skill in front of some students, rumors spread and the Track & Field team offered him a position. He was reluctant to accept but when they insisted, he soon accepted and found himself quite skilled in the sport. Thanks to his friends in the club, the bullying stopped and he became quite a Track star.
Everything he has done had all crumbled down when the 'apocalypse' started. He wasn't sure how it started but it just did. It started when he was in school. Three of his classmates turned and then started to bite others and then it just built up from there. Gods, Kiseki didn't know what to do. So he ran. He ran back home. He needed to know if the old man was still alright. However, he found out that he wasn't. He had died. No, not turned. Died. He died while Kiseki had been at school. He couldn't believe it. He locked himself inside and hid from the zombies and didn't open up to others in fear that they were also infected. However, his three year old dog, Tanushi, escaped and went into the streets so he resolved to find the dog.
Skills: Kiseki is best suited for scouting places as he is a fast runner, has impressive stamina, pretty agile and knows how to lockpick. He can also be used as bait to lure out zombies but he doesn't like that very much.
Motivation: Kiseki is looking for his missing dog - Tanushi. |
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Lily continued to stare at him with wide-eyes, brain working in over-time as it ran around in circles trying to figure out what to do. He didn't look like a monster. And if he wasn't a monster out to eat her, then she didn't have any business pointing a gun at him. She tried to picture herself in his shoes; she wouldn't want a gun pointed at her either. With that, she carefully put the gun back into the holster before she grabbed her hat from the ground, dusted it off, then piled her braid back inside it.
"I'm sorry about that. I thought you were a monster that wanted to eat me." She said quietly, straightening her backpack on her shoulders. She bit her lip, shoe scuffing the ground. This was the first living person she had conversed with in three days so she honestly wasn't sure of what to say. How's the weather? Nice day for a zombie apocalypse wasn't it? Then her manners kicked in. "My name is Lily, it's nice to meet you. Are you okay? We ran into each other pretty hard." She herself wasn't all that hurt, just a bit bruised from where she had collided with the ground. Thankfully she wasn't cut or bleeding. She checked to make sure the knife was still secured on her belt then swung her backpack around to peek inside to make sure nothing was damaged. When she saw that everything seemed to be fine, she shrugged her backpack back on then looked at the boy in front of her. "Um..I should probably be going. I need to make it to the gas station before it gets dark."
As nice as it was to talk to another human being, Lily really needed to find a map before it got too dark to travel. Not only that, she would need to figure out a place to stay for the night. This boy probably had important things he needed to attend to as well and she shouldn't keep him from them any longer. | Name: Lilia Colette Galton
Nickname: Lily
Age: 10 years old
Gender: Female
Personality: Lilia is always looking for the hint of good in even the worst of people and events, searching for ways to make things better. She is always trying to take care of the people around her but in doing so Lilia sometimes forgets to take care of herself as well. Normally, Lilia comes across as a little shy, emanating a calm and reserved aura. But given the right circumstances and Lilia's inner flame can shine through the shell she builds around herself. Lilia listens to her heart and her actions are ruled by her desire to lend a hand rather than what she would get out of the situation by helping. Her caring nature knows no bounds and she holds a place for everyone in her heart. When given the task of helping someone, she comes out of her shell and gives them a shoulder to lean on, an ear to talk to, and a voice to comfort them. Lilia is also open-minded and tries to look for the good things in life rather than focusing on the bad. When she puts her mind to it, Lilia can be a little ball of energy, especially surrounded by those she cares for. She is also not one for giving up until she's given it her all and even then she's very hard-pressed to quit. But life is a double-edged sword. At times her caring nature leads her to trouble with people who do not want to be helped and may show violence in resisting. There is also a possibility of someone exploiting her kind nature to manipulate her.
Background: Lily was born to a loving with two doting parents and an older brother that spoiled her rotten. She grew up in a two-story house right by a park, the same park where she learned to ride her first bike and fell off the swings trying to jump off. Their neighbors were fairly friendly, a little old lady on their left who was the blocks' resident cat lady. Many thought she was batty but Lily just thought she was lonely and so the child made it her goal to visit the kind woman every day after school. To the right of her house lived a couple who had lost their daughter when she was about Lily's age so they enjoyed when she visited them. Unfortunately, the universe has a nice way of flipping your world upside down.
On Lily's seventh birthday, her parents were in a fetal car crash, leaving her in the care of her brother. His current job wasn't able to sustain both of them so he got a job in the city over. He was gone from home most days but it paid the bills. Even so, Lilia quickly had to learn how to take care of herself, with the help of her neighbors of course. Lilia hadn't even been aware there was an outbreak at all. The day the plague hit her country, she came home to an empty house.
This was strange, her brother had today off. She found a hurried note on the counter from her brother stating he got called in suddenly, that it was an emergency and if she needed something she should head next door. She was slightly sad because she was really looking forward to dinner with her brother but she got over it like she always does and made herself a sandwich for dinner. She was just about to go say hi to the couple next door, maybe see if they wanted any of the cookies she had baked when, through the window she saw the husband start attacking the wife through their dining room window. Lilia's mind couldn't process what she was seeing. He...He was eating her. Frightened out of her mind, Lilia race upstairs to her bedroom. She could hear more people outside falling victim to the monsters but Lilia never made a peep so the monsters didn't know she was there.
Skills:
Flexible from ballet classes as a child
She's small so she isn't as easy to grab and she can fit into tiny places
Fairly quick on her feet with the speed to boot
Can be as quiet as a mouse
Motivation:
For the first three days after seeing what she saw, Lilia stayed holed up in the house, keeping quiet. However, she knew that the food wouldnt last. Plus, her brother had yet to return. Gathering what she could carry, Lilia decided she needed to be a big girl and go find him.
Other:
She has a fear of thunderstorms and heights. |
45,572 | 1,237 | 12 | 2,708 | 1,210 | Within a fraction of a second, something in Jen's mind clicked. She used nearly all of her strength to get herself up and away from the base of the stairs. Lucas then hurriedly made his way downstairs, chasing her as if she were his prey that he just couldn't let escape. When Jen managed to get to the front door, she opened it only to find herself face to face with a horde of zombies, the idiots still trying to break through the door. One even managed to get a hold of her shirt, but Jen pushed the door closed and was easily able to herself.
When she looked behind her, Lucas was within an arm's reach. Quite a few thoughts regarding her escape went through her head, but none of them ended well for her. Either way, it was kill or be killed, and she wasn't about to die in the hands of a deranged killer.
A few seconds into their staring contest, Jen attempted to land a punch on his jaw, but Lucas reacted quick enough to block her. That's just what she wanted him to do. With her hand tied up, she kicked up her knee into his groin as hard as she could. Jen instantly fell his hand loosen around her wrist before he dropped to the ground in pain. She then ran upstairs again, hoping to all hell that she was able to escape through a window. | Name: Dr. Jen Tulley
Age: 33
Description: She is 5'8 and 130 lbs. Her blonde hair is of medium length and she has hazel eyes. Jen has a small tongue piercing and a butterfly tattoo on her foot.
Personality: Jen is a sweet woman. She has a big heart for people who are somehow less fortunate than her, and she believes in “an eye for an eye”. Even though she's fully aware of the limits set for patient-doctor relationships, Jen can't help but feel genuine empathy for some of her patients who've gone through a very traumatic experience. She has, on some occasions, crossed the line to help some of those people, despite receiving a warning after a colleague caught her mid-act.
Background: Jen was born and raised in Fort Lauderdale, Florida and has lived there all her life. She attended public school where her grades were something that made her parents proud, and she even ran cross country and track. Being an only child, Jen was always interested being around people and learning more about them. Her parents weren't neglectful, per se, but they did spend a lot of time working.
Eventually, Jen attended college in South Florida as well. She lived with her parents all throughout undergrad and moved out after being accepted to a private university's psychology program. It was there she got her doctorate and eventually became a certified psychologist. Jen met her boyfriend, Jonas, while she was out with her girlfriends and he was in the area working an off duty assignment. Despite Jonas being in uniform, Jen approached him with her alcohol courage and asked him out. They've been dating ever since.
Fast forward to the present. Jen was on a trip to a national psychology conference when news of the outbreak surfaced. She's been extremely careful when she's had to leave her hotel room for whatever reason.
Skills: An excellent runner, whether sprinting or long distance.
Motivation: Jen wants to find her family to make sure they're alive. |
45,573 | 1,237 | 13 | 1,836 | 2,626 | Kiseki let out a shaky sigh of relief once the young girl lowered her gun. Now that the tension had subsided, he had a proper look on her and was surprised to see that she was younger than him. Probably. But wait, what was a girl this young doing out in the streets alone? This was a dangerous place, certainly not a place where she could simply waltz around without any fear of being eaten alive by the zombies. Then again, she was very wary and instincts seemed to kick in when they had bumped into each other.
He was snapped out of her thoughts when she apologized for her actions. "A-Ah, it's fine! I can understand why you would do that." He quickly said. It was actually good that she was like that. At least he wouldn't have to worry about her not properly protecting herself because she was naive right? There was a moment of silence between them. He, himself, was trying to formulate something to say. She wasn't the first person he ran into but certainly the first person who didn't leave after the initial hello's and hi's. Then she spoke, introducing herself and asking if he was fine. Kiseki bowed his head, "O-Oh, nice to meet you Lily. I'm Kiseki." He said, mustering a bright smile to ease the mood. "And I'm fine. I've suffered worse in training." He said jokingly. Though it was true, somewhat. He hadn't even fallen so he wasn't hurt.
Lily seemed to want to excuse herself, telling him that she was heading for the gas station. "You too huh?" He said but after a moment of pause, remembered to add an explanation. He was going the wrong way after all. "O-Oh! I was running from the zombies to distract them for the person inside the gas station. I... I'm not sure if that person's still in there b-but I think there shouldn't be too many zombies there." He then rubbed the back of his head, looking at the alley that he had used before he had made the turn. "So, um, want to go... together?" | Name: Kiseki Hanabashi
Age: 17
Description: Kiseki stands around 5 foot 2. Though small, he has quite an athletic body that is suited for a runner. He has dark hair, bordering black but seems to shine brown when under the presence of sunlight. His eyes are a bright azure blue that shines with faked innocence. He typically wears a sweater over his shirt, jogging pants and a pair of rubber shoes. He only carries a sling bag that is filled with food and water.
Personality: Kiseki hides under the guise of a shy and innocent boy. Thanks to his appearance, he can pull that off. He tends to stutter when speaking to others and doesn't seem to have an opinion himself so he only goes with the flow. However, he does know a lot of things. Thanks to his years of experience in thievery, he has built-in alarms for danger. That feeling one would get from another person. He tends to be very jittery and jumps at even the smallest of sounds.
Background: Kiseki had grown up in Japan to a very poor family. He lived in the slums and had to go on for days without food at times. Both of his parents were hard workers but with little educational background, the just couldn't make the money to both feed the family of three and put Kiseki in school. So Kiseki grew up without education and was instead put into the mercy of the streets. At a young age, he has learned how to steal without getting caught and a year later, learned how to lockpick. He had been going with a small group with only five members including him. They pulled heist after heist and he managed to feed his family without telling his parents what he was doing. He was only eight years old when this happened.
A year later, his parents were caught in an accident in the factory which cost them their lives. They had perished in the fire and left their son, a nine years old boy, alone. Kiseki started living with one of his group mates who was just as poor as him, but his parents took pity on the boy and decided to take him in. When he was ten years old, something unexpected had happened. In one of their heists, he had been caught by three master of the house. Instead if turning him in, the old man and he had a very long discussion - against Kiseki's will of course. After the discussion, Kiseki had decided to stay with the old man. Apparently, he was frail and was just looking for someone to take care of him. The caretaker would get most of his fortune as he didn't seem to have a family. Kiseki stopped his illegal behavior and told this to his group mates. Originally unaccepting of Kiseki's decision, they didn't talk to him. In the meantime, he had been tutored by the old man about what he had to know - even hired a tutor for him.
Three months passed and his group mates approached him and said sorry. They finally accepted his decision and said that they could all still be friends... but they wouldn't stop their heists. That was fine by Kiseki. Another month passed and, unfortunately, the old man told him that they had to leave. Kiseki had been unsure what he meant by that but he then continued to explain that they had to leave because of personal reasons. Once more, the boy told his friends sorry and then they left for another country. In this new country, there seemed to have been something different. He had been sent to school by the old man and he had been bullied because of his small height. However, when it came to physical bullying, they couldn't seen to catch him. He grew up as a thief and that meant he had to be fast and had to lose people in his tracks. When he displayed this skill in front of some students, rumors spread and the Track & Field team offered him a position. He was reluctant to accept but when they insisted, he soon accepted and found himself quite skilled in the sport. Thanks to his friends in the club, the bullying stopped and he became quite a Track star.
Everything he has done had all crumbled down when the 'apocalypse' started. He wasn't sure how it started but it just did. It started when he was in school. Three of his classmates turned and then started to bite others and then it just built up from there. Gods, Kiseki didn't know what to do. So he ran. He ran back home. He needed to know if the old man was still alright. However, he found out that he wasn't. He had died. No, not turned. Died. He died while Kiseki had been at school. He couldn't believe it. He locked himself inside and hid from the zombies and didn't open up to others in fear that they were also infected. However, his three year old dog, Tanushi, escaped and went into the streets so he resolved to find the dog.
Skills: Kiseki is best suited for scouting places as he is a fast runner, has impressive stamina, pretty agile and knows how to lockpick. He can also be used as bait to lure out zombies but he doesn't like that very much.
Motivation: Kiseki is looking for his missing dog - Tanushi. |
45,574 | 1,238 | 0 | 1,124 | 624 | Spencer stared at the clock as he sat in his chemistry class. Five minutes remained in the class, a class that bored Spencer to death. He sighed and tapped his pencil on his book as he read the problems he had to solve. Spencer's mind wandered around the thought of this year's first meeting in his paranormal investigations club. He smiled a bit at the thought before realizing that he was slacking on his classwork. He took a deep breath and finally worked on the difficult questions.
Class finally ended and Spencer excitedly hauled a wagon full of equipment to the room the club met at. He showed up early, jotting down notes and ideas in his beloved notebook. He continued to write as he awaited attendance from his club members. He was excited and it was obvious, a permanent smile stuck on his face. | Name
Spencer Nathaniel Poindexter
Also goes by Spence, Nate, and Nathan. He prefers Spencer but allows his closest friends to call him Nathan.
Age
17 years old
Appearance
Spencer stands at 6'1", weighs 175 lbs, and has an average build; he isn't skinny but isn't too heavy either. He has dark, brown hair, styling it in two different ways, regular with his bangs to the left or gelled for a fauxhawk, though this is not too common anymore. Spencer has large, light brown eyes, a feature he doesn't like too much no matter how many times he's complimented. Spencer usually wears a sleeved shirt with either a madras plaid design or gingham check design. Aside from his plaid, he usually wears plain, solid color t-shirts and sweatshirts. He loves wearing pants with his plaid shirts and jeans with his colored shirts. He sports a clean pair of black Converse shoes on some days and a pair of boat shoes on other days.
Personality
Spencer is a nerd. Not your stereotypical nerd, but still a nerd. He's always talking about the latest technology, working on his own technological projects, and even tampering with others' things to "help". Spencer takes a lot of pride in his own technology and anything he's into or passionate about. A bit part of Spencer's interests in the paranormal and supernatural. Spencer is a hardcore believer in ghosts, hauntings, possessions, poltergeists, and anything relating to the supernatural. Ever since a young boy, he'd been into ghost hunting and looking for explanations for all things paranormal. Aside from all of this, Spencer is a pretty nice guy. He tries to be as respectful as possible, especially with his friends. He's fun to be around, always bringing positive vibes to his friends. He can be very serious when it comes to his ghost and technology projects, though.
Skill
Spencer is the tech expert and self-proclaimed leader
Backstory
Born to a single mother of three, Spencer has always been the smartest in his family. Being the middle child, he took interest in solitary activities as his older brother, Charles, took up and interest in football and his younger brother, Brandon, was way too young to be interested in Spencer's favorite things. At first, Spencer wanted to be like his big brother and play football. After trying out for the junior league team in middle school, he was an average player. He didn't play too much and when he did, he didn't get much action. One game, he was tackled hard and tore his ACL, forcing him to hang up the cleats and give up the sport. During his recovery period, he watched a lot of television. He began to get bored of watching the same sitcoms and cartoons, so he browsed through the numerous channels available. He saw a documentary on ghosts and instantly fell in love, wanting to find out more about the paranormal.
In the summer leading to his freshman year of high school, Spencer got into technology. His mother brought home a voice recorder from a garage sale, a novelty she used to remind herself of what she needed to get done. Spencer played with it and would record his research about ghosts and the paranormal. That summer, the three boys had to stay at their grandmother's house as their mother had to go on a business trip for a couple weeks. Spencer brought the recording device, wanting to try and "ghost hunt". After learning the history of the property, Spencer discovered it used to belong to a woman who was murdered back in the 1850s. Curious and somewhat in disbelief, Spencer went into the basement late at night to see if he could find anything interesting. He remembered a trick about the recording device, learning that ghosts could use it to speak if they pleased. So, Spencer did just that and turned it on. What he found scared him. He played the audio back and heard what could be deciphered as a cry for help before a shriek was heard after a long silence. Spencer stopped his ghost adventures at first, but secretly enjoyed the thrill of it.
Throughout high school, Spencer tinkered with technology, especially anything that would help him document the paranormal. He'd go out to supposedly haunted places to find evidence of such claims. When Spencer heard that Mary Clarice was haunting the school, he knew it was his job to get to the bottom of it. Now in his senior year of high school, he plans to put a rest to the rumors of Mary Clarice haunting the school. Though he's been stopped time and time again by teacher and staff, he still pushes to find evidence. He's even had the club be on the verge of being shut down before he promised not to try and solve the mystery of the school haunting. Spencer now plans on investigating the school with his club now in secrecy. |
45,575 | 1,238 | 1 | 1,836 | 2,622 | Joshua had been spinning his pencil as the teacher continued to speak. Physics class. It wasn't all that boring to be honest; actually it was an interesting subject. But his mind was distracted with the thought that later on would be their first meeting of the school year. While he wasn't as interested as the others on the curse itself, he is admittedly enjoying his time there. With the nightly expeditions and interviewing others, there were so many things to do.
Thinking about it, he didn't notice time pass by so quickly. He looked down on his notebook and noticed that he hadn't taken any notes. He looked back up to the teacher who had erased everything on the board. Well crap. Joshua looked at his seatmate, one of his friends, and then signalled to borrow her notes. With a sigh, she gave her notebook to him and he thanked her. They were released from class and Joshua hurried towards the club room.
He opened the door and when he saw Spencer, he plastered a grin on his face and greeted, "Heya Spence!" He went straight to one of the chairs and then sitting down on it. He joined Spencer in waiting for the others. | Name: Joshua Arthur Dela Luna; Nicknames: Josh, Art, Artie (does not prefer this one)
Age: 18
Appearance: Joshua is around the average height of 5'7" and weighs around 149 lbs. He has natural dark brown hair that is usually swept to the right. There are times where it is held down by gel/wax but he rarely does it. He has matching dark brown eyes, a trait shared by most of his countrymen. He has a lean body type and is lighter on his feet than most people. He's usually seen wearing a black jacket and varying shirts and pants (cargo pants when he feels like it) and then matches it with rubber shoes or sneakers.
Personality: Joshua is the kind of person who can be friends with everyone. He doesn’t easily shy away from people and can maintain a conversation for more than just introductory words. He has a jovial personality, often seen with a smile or a grin on his face. However, he does know when to stop and be serious… but those are in very rare times. He's a ball of pure energy, never seeming to run out. There's a running rumor that he keeps multiple canned coffee in his bag to drink. Whether or not this rumor is true is still not known.
However, he is a secretive person. He keeps problems to himself and he never really told anyone the reason why he had joined the club, just like how he doesn't explain most of his odd actions to others except when he's in the club. There are a lot of things about his past that he hasn't told anyone else about. Why this is, no one really knows. Lying comes very naturally to him. He also has a habit of jokingly stealing from others and giving it back to them later on. However, he is scarily really good at it.
Skill: He's very good with his hands, from stitching to lockpicking to pickpocketing, he's surprisingly good at them. He’s usually the guy who collects information from people and reports it back to the club.
Backstory: Joshua is born under two mid-class people. However, from the start, it wasn’t going to work. His parents weren’t actually married and he was left with his father. His father wasn’t a really good person, far from it really. His father was a thief, natural in his profession. Josh, not knowing any better, followed his father blindly and did his orders. It’s why he is such a natural at lying and stealing. He does go to school though, oddly enough, and he made a close friend who goes by the name of Juliet. He continued to do a lot of his father’s work until he reached the fifth grade. It is not because he learned it was wrong; it was because his father died.
With no one to take care of him, he was bound to be sent to an orphanage. Thankfully, Juliet’s family welcomed him wholeheartedly, even with his history with thievery. Their family moved to another place and placed both Juliet and Joshua in Black Cross Preparatory School for highschool. It had only been a year since the murder Mary Clarice. He was well aware of it but did nothing about it really. A year passed and, despite everything he’s seen and heard, he never really cared about the curse. That was, until Juliet disappeared in school mysteriously. An investigation was called but yielded no results. Rumor was spread that it was because of the curse. Determined to find the real reason, Joshua joined the club. He can easily say that he is actually enjoying his time there but he still hasn’t lost sight of his goal. |
45,576 | 1,238 | 2 | 2,059 | 684 | Emerson watched as the teacher paced back and forth during their PerCalc lecture. Thinking to herself about how much the teacher much love hearing his own voice. Looking from the teacher at her friend, Autumn, in the corner of the class, Em saw she was asleep yet again. That was the second time just in this class! Em nudged the person next to her and nodded at her sleeping friend. "Do you mind, again? Sorry." she whispered in a low voice to keep the teacher from hearing her. The person next to her shook his head and said she should do it herself.
Em sighed and wadded up a piece of paper. While the teacher had his back to the class, Emerson threw the paper at Autumn causing her to yell out "The answer is 42!". The whole class laughed and even Em gave a slight chuckle. The teacher however was not amused and told Autumn to stay after class. Feeling bad, but also thinking it would be good for her Em left at the bell. Putting her papers and drawing notebook in her backpack she waved to Autumn and walked out of class.
Something wasn't right though. She was forgetting something important today. When she got to her locker it hit her. Today was the first meeting of the year. Emerson grabbed her books out of her locker and bolted to the classroom where the meeting was being held. She was hoping she wouldn't be late. To her surprise, she was only the third to get there. Shaking her head at how silly she felt, she caught her breathe and took a seat, pulling her drawing notebook back out to finish her picture. | Full Name: Emerson Renae Striker
Nicknames: Em or Emy
Age: 17
Appearance: Emerson is a long haired, redhead with freckled very lightly dusted around her nose and cheeks and hazel eyes. Her hair is usually down and messy but she does like to put it up in high ponytails. Emerson stands at 5’6” and weighs about 116 pounds, with a thin and small but athletic build that gives her speed. Em prefers jeans and loose fitting shirts over a tank top and her Joker Converse. Most of the times she wears a zip-up hoodie as well.
Personality: Emerson has a wild spirit that is nearly impossible to break. She is a very curious, energetic ball of pure energy. Some may call her hyper but she can be very calm, mellow, and level-headed as well. Being calm and patient in most situations, she stays focused and aware not making snap judgements right away. She is very adventurous and if given the chance she loves to try new things. Emerson tries to avoid making enemies, befriending most everyone she meets and enjoying the company of others, but sometimes her sarcasm gets in the way and she gets herself in a heap of trouble.
She is very passionate, sometimes in a fiery way, and loving. Em does come across in a flirty way, but she is also respectful and minds boundaries. Em is extremely polite and soft spoken and doesn't care much for rude, obnoxious, or distasteful people. Although kindhearted and sweet, she can be cold or stern when she needs to be, but prefers not to be. Her nature is often useful when breaking up an argument or settling a dispute, as well as making her a great negotiator. Her communication skills make her trustworthy and a faithful friend, however she can be secretive and lie if she needs to.
Skill: Art and Special effects make up
Backstory: Emerson was brought up in a low-middle class family by her parents Adam and Lilith Striker. To most people’s surprise the two weren’t actually married even though they had been together so long and had two children together. They acted and fought like a married couple, causing Em to hide up in the attic sometimes to get away from the yelling. Her older brother, Dani, was always there with her when she was younger to keep her company. Growing up she always wanted to be like him, a lazy goofball that was always a joy to be around. He lightened any mood with his goofy fun personality.
Throughout school Em gravitated toward the “weird” people. She had a passion for art and special effects in movies so it became her hobby. Tirelessly working on her own special effects make ups and trying to imitate those of movies, she became really good at it. Sometimes she would help her brother get back at her bullies with the help of her talent. When high school came around for Emerson, she had become an even bigger target for bullying and pranks. When she heard about Mary Clarice she instantly began to look into it. Em herself had heard things while she was in the art classroom afterschool. As she grew more aware of the rumors and stories she joined the club to do further research and help prove or disprove what she could.
Other: Anything I should know about your character that doesn't fit any of these fields.
Likes
• Internet games
• Doing make up for Halloween
• Learning new effects tricks
• Making “monster” parts for costumes
• Spending time with her brother
• Rainy, thunderstorm weather
Strengths
• Drawing
• Remaining calm and positive in tough situations
• Resourcefulness
Dislikes
• Her computer being taken away
• Not having materials for effects make ups
• Dry or muggy weather
• Being stuck in the house or class all day
• Boring teachers
Weaknesses
• Overly talkative
• Easy target for bullies
• Hot weather |
45,577 | 1,238 | 3 | 1,124 | 624 | Spencer was too excited to wait for anybody else. "Hey, Josh." Spencer greeted, happy to see a familiar face at the meeting. He looked at the two members that showed up. He smiled and stood up. He felt a bit nervous, not really sure what to say to welcome these two to the first meeting. He took a deep breath and stood, closing his notes and sliding them off the table into the chair he sat in.
"Hey...uh...welcome to the club. I'm Spencer and I'm glad you came. I guess we're just waiting on anybody else." Spencer said, looking to the clock as he finished. It was 3:04 and the meeting didn't start until 3:15. Spencer went to his equipment and pulled out a few gadgets and tools. "I've got some new goodies for investigations." He smiled, placing some technology on his table. | Name
Spencer Nathaniel Poindexter
Also goes by Spence, Nate, and Nathan. He prefers Spencer but allows his closest friends to call him Nathan.
Age
17 years old
Appearance
Spencer stands at 6'1", weighs 175 lbs, and has an average build; he isn't skinny but isn't too heavy either. He has dark, brown hair, styling it in two different ways, regular with his bangs to the left or gelled for a fauxhawk, though this is not too common anymore. Spencer has large, light brown eyes, a feature he doesn't like too much no matter how many times he's complimented. Spencer usually wears a sleeved shirt with either a madras plaid design or gingham check design. Aside from his plaid, he usually wears plain, solid color t-shirts and sweatshirts. He loves wearing pants with his plaid shirts and jeans with his colored shirts. He sports a clean pair of black Converse shoes on some days and a pair of boat shoes on other days.
Personality
Spencer is a nerd. Not your stereotypical nerd, but still a nerd. He's always talking about the latest technology, working on his own technological projects, and even tampering with others' things to "help". Spencer takes a lot of pride in his own technology and anything he's into or passionate about. A bit part of Spencer's interests in the paranormal and supernatural. Spencer is a hardcore believer in ghosts, hauntings, possessions, poltergeists, and anything relating to the supernatural. Ever since a young boy, he'd been into ghost hunting and looking for explanations for all things paranormal. Aside from all of this, Spencer is a pretty nice guy. He tries to be as respectful as possible, especially with his friends. He's fun to be around, always bringing positive vibes to his friends. He can be very serious when it comes to his ghost and technology projects, though.
Skill
Spencer is the tech expert and self-proclaimed leader
Backstory
Born to a single mother of three, Spencer has always been the smartest in his family. Being the middle child, he took interest in solitary activities as his older brother, Charles, took up and interest in football and his younger brother, Brandon, was way too young to be interested in Spencer's favorite things. At first, Spencer wanted to be like his big brother and play football. After trying out for the junior league team in middle school, he was an average player. He didn't play too much and when he did, he didn't get much action. One game, he was tackled hard and tore his ACL, forcing him to hang up the cleats and give up the sport. During his recovery period, he watched a lot of television. He began to get bored of watching the same sitcoms and cartoons, so he browsed through the numerous channels available. He saw a documentary on ghosts and instantly fell in love, wanting to find out more about the paranormal.
In the summer leading to his freshman year of high school, Spencer got into technology. His mother brought home a voice recorder from a garage sale, a novelty she used to remind herself of what she needed to get done. Spencer played with it and would record his research about ghosts and the paranormal. That summer, the three boys had to stay at their grandmother's house as their mother had to go on a business trip for a couple weeks. Spencer brought the recording device, wanting to try and "ghost hunt". After learning the history of the property, Spencer discovered it used to belong to a woman who was murdered back in the 1850s. Curious and somewhat in disbelief, Spencer went into the basement late at night to see if he could find anything interesting. He remembered a trick about the recording device, learning that ghosts could use it to speak if they pleased. So, Spencer did just that and turned it on. What he found scared him. He played the audio back and heard what could be deciphered as a cry for help before a shriek was heard after a long silence. Spencer stopped his ghost adventures at first, but secretly enjoyed the thrill of it.
Throughout high school, Spencer tinkered with technology, especially anything that would help him document the paranormal. He'd go out to supposedly haunted places to find evidence of such claims. When Spencer heard that Mary Clarice was haunting the school, he knew it was his job to get to the bottom of it. Now in his senior year of high school, he plans to put a rest to the rumors of Mary Clarice haunting the school. Though he's been stopped time and time again by teacher and staff, he still pushes to find evidence. He's even had the club be on the verge of being shut down before he promised not to try and solve the mystery of the school haunting. Spencer now plans on investigating the school with his club now in secrecy. |
45,578 | 1,238 | 4 | 1,611 | 644 | AP Physics was by far the most challenging class that Zoe had ever taken, but she loved the challenge. Much to the girl's relief, it was the last period of the school day. She sat at her usual seat in the back of the classroom, perfectly erect, with her pencil in hand and eyes on the board. However, as her eyes and hands did all of the work, taking a page full notes from the slideshow, she just couldn't prevent her mind from wandering elsewhere. Only a few minutes seemed to go by before the final bell rang, and the sound of chairs scratching the floor snapped her out of her trance. Looking down at her notebook, she saw that the page had been filled with neat numbers and letters, all written in blue ink.
After quickly shoving her things into her bag, Zoe hurried out of the classroom and towards her locker to retrieve her jacket and car keys. It was about six minutes after three when she entered the club room. She'd arrived a bit early, expecting to be one of the first there, but she was very surprised when she saw that the room had already been occupied by three others. Taking a quick look around, Zoe saw two boys, one seated and the other placing gadgets onto a table, and a red-head girl who was drawing in her notebook.
"I'm not late, am I?" Zoe said nervously, glancing at the time on her cell phone before making her way to an empty seat. She carefully sat her bag on the floor next to her, laying her jacket over top of it before directing her gaze to the technology on the table. | Zoe Campbell
"I like solitude. I like the anomalous life. I like a quiet life."
|| N A M E ||
Zoe Anita Campbell
'Zo'
|| G E N D E R ||
Female
|| A G E ||
Seventeen years old.
|| S E X U A L I T Y ||
Bisexual
|| IN-DEPTH APPEARANCE ||
Zoe is a brown skinned girl of average height, standing at five feet and four inches tall. Her naturally black hair, when straightened, falls to her waist, though she usually wears it in medium sized box braids or twists. Her eyes are without doubt the most captivating aspect of her appearance, reflecting a look of wisdom far beyond her age that could not help but draw people in. She did not care much for wearing makeup, instead favoring a neutral look to compliment her natural beauty. The most she'd wear would be a colorful lipstick, and winged eyeliner. Zoe has a curvy figure, which she usually hides with loose clothing. Her wardrobe consists of jeans, denim shorts, leather jackets, and plain T-shirts. Most of her closet space, though, is taken up by various brands of sneakers. She has a nose piercing, an industrial piercing, and three tattoos that cover her left thigh.
Introverted • Brutally Honest • Trustworthy • Intelligent • Clever
|| P E R S O N A L I T Y ||
Zoe leans much more toward introversion than extroversion. She cherishes her "me-time," prefers to observe before she acts, and contributes to conversation only when she thinks she has something relevant to say. She focuses solely on her academics and music. Although having a few good friends, she isn't the "nicest" person you'll ever meet. She's blunt, straightforward, and brutally honest. She is sometimes overly guarded and secretive. When everyone is talking about more personal subjects, she is good at hanging back and not contributing; changing the subject, taking the attention off of herself, or giving vague, evasive answers. She hates talking about herself, but loves to listen to others. She's an overall fun person to be around, as long as you're someone she finds to be a good person.
|| Q U I R K S ||
• Is never seen without her a book in hand.
• Uses profanity and slang, but always corrects others' grammar.
• Writes with her left hand, but does everything else right-handed.
• When nervous, tends to count steps taken while walking.
• Can solve extremely hard math problems in her head -- but cannot count on her fingers.
|| H O B B I E S ||
• Singing
• Writing Poetry and Short Stories
• Book Club
|| L I K E S & D I S L I K E S ||
+ Reading
+ Singing
+ Horror Movies
+ Poetry
+ Old School Rap & Hip-Hop
- Country Music
- Parties/Crowded rooms
- Ignorance/Racism/Bigotry/Homophobia/etc.
- Being touched
- Social Media
|| S K I L L ||
She is very smart/clever. She's considered to be one of "The Brains" of the group, and is usually the one who pieces things together or solves problems.
|| B I O G R A P H Y ||
Zoe, who is of Jamaican heritage, was born on January 1st as the third and final daughter of two upper-middle class parents Clarice and Terrance. The Campbell household consisted of Zoe, her parents, her two older sisters, and their pet dog. They lived in a moderate sized, two bedroom apartment in Atlanta; Zoe having had to share a bedroom with her sisters until they went off to college. Zoe's parents, by nature, were very strict. From early childhood they urged their children to excel academically and athletically, also encouraging them to be discerning in regards to the company they keep. Although her parents were very stern, there was also another side to them. They were fun loving and very involved in all phases of their children’s lives.
However, when Zoe was thirteen years old, her parents were killed in a car accident. As a result, Zoe had to move out of Atlanta and into the home of her Aunt and Uncle. They continued to raise her as if she were their own, pushing her to strive academically and, much to Zoe's dismay, athletically. She was expected to do chores, such as; making her bed, setting the dinner table, making a beverage for dinner or washing the dinner plates. During the week when school was in session she was not allowed to watch television or cavort around town. As a rule, her Aunt and Uncle did not condone her idly “hanging-out”. They'd made her participate in many sports including basketball, volleyball, and tennis before she finally convinced them to let her focus solely on her schoolwork instead. In result, she managed to maintain an A average. As she got older, she was allowed more freedom; she could go out on school nights as long as she was back by 10 PM, and she was allowed a few (concealable) tattoos and piercings. |
45,579 | 1,238 | 5 | 422 | 923 | Brody Morrison
As Brody listened to the loud (and a little obnoxious) teacher speak about math, at least that's what he thought at the moment. Brody kept to himself, resting on his desk. Luckily, and soon enough the bell had rang and Brody ran like a blur out the door.
Brody smiled to himself. He was heading toward his club, and they're searching if the Clarice Curse is real. Sure, teachers and students think they're just crazy nerds, but there's waaaaay too much things around the school that prove something's lurking. Brody placed his ear plugs in his ears, and played a song as he headed toward the club room.
He started listening towards the song known as, well, Song 2 by Blur. It was pretty catchy, at least to him. Brody walked into the club room, humming the song.
"Uh... hi?" Brody asked everyone else in the room, he glanced around the room nervously. Since almost everyone was here, he wasn't sure if he was late or not. He figured he wasn't, and pulled out his ear plugs from his ears. He scratched the back of his neck. He figured he wasn't and clasped his hands together. "So, what are we up to today?" | Full Name:
Brody Christopher "Chris" Morrison
Age:
18 Years Old.
Appearance:
Brody is a blonde Caucasian teenager. His height is about 6" feet and his eye color is blue. Brody's body type is average of a teenager his age, he's skinny. His weight is around 168 lbs. Overall, he's a very average looking teenager. He's usually seen wearing his dark green hoodie over any T-Shirt, and any pair of jeans. His favorite sneakers he likes to wear are his red and white ones. He never wear the hoodie over his head though.
Personality:
Brody is probably one of the biggest nerds you could ever meet in Black Cross Preparatory School. He can be considered insensitive and cynical to a lot of people as well, probably one of the reasons he's not liked by many. Even though Brody doesn't show off much about it, he's actually a computer genius, but most people just see him as a geek. Probably because he actually thinks that it's possibly that the Clarice Curse is not just a myth.
Brody is basically a huge time wisecracker as well. He likes to makes jokes, even in sometimes dark moments to lighten the mood. It can be annoying and yet have a little bit of charm to it at times.
Brody doesn't like to be emotional about things, it's kind of awkward for him to make friends that are outside the club he's in. He likes to do deep research into things that seem supernatural, especially around Black Cross. He spends most of his time reading something, or on his computer. Sometimes even watches TV when he's that bored. Brody could be considered an outcast by many people, but he doesn't really care about that.
Skill:
Brody is great when it comes to researching. He could also be considered a hacker if needed.
Other:
Same Mistakes |
45,580 | 1,238 | 6 | 1,836 | 2,622 | Joshua watched as another entered the room. A redhead. Hm... he was certain he had talked with her at least once, maybe asked her name. Heck, he always did that. He practically knew everyone in his batch. And some from the lower years. It was mostly because he liked striking up conversation with others, and most don't ignore him. Most. Anyway, this girl's name started with E... he remembered that much. She was bullied. He remembered seeing that flash of bright red hair behind a bunch of mean girls before. While normally, he'd step up to at least get the girls off of her, he couldn't. He was late. He later learned that this happened to her a lot of times. Well, maybe he could help her out more now that they were in the same club. With a smile, he waved at her.
It was then that Spencer started placing gadgets on the table. Joshua stared at them, with an eyebrow raised. He wanted to ask the most obvious questions. What were these stuff, where he got it and if it was safe and effective to use. Then again, Joshua knew better than to question Spencer. The guy knew his way around tech after all.
Then another girl entered, asking a question. "Nah, you're fine. Come on in and make yourself comfy!" He replied with a nod of invitation. The girl sat down on one of the empty chairs and gazed curiously at the gadgets. The another one came in, this time he knew this person. Rather, he was in classes with him.
"Heya Brody." He waved at him. He then gestured at Spencer, "No idea. But I bet it's gonna be introducing the curse, what we've all seen so far and what these gadgets do." | Name: Joshua Arthur Dela Luna; Nicknames: Josh, Art, Artie (does not prefer this one)
Age: 18
Appearance: Joshua is around the average height of 5'7" and weighs around 149 lbs. He has natural dark brown hair that is usually swept to the right. There are times where it is held down by gel/wax but he rarely does it. He has matching dark brown eyes, a trait shared by most of his countrymen. He has a lean body type and is lighter on his feet than most people. He's usually seen wearing a black jacket and varying shirts and pants (cargo pants when he feels like it) and then matches it with rubber shoes or sneakers.
Personality: Joshua is the kind of person who can be friends with everyone. He doesn’t easily shy away from people and can maintain a conversation for more than just introductory words. He has a jovial personality, often seen with a smile or a grin on his face. However, he does know when to stop and be serious… but those are in very rare times. He's a ball of pure energy, never seeming to run out. There's a running rumor that he keeps multiple canned coffee in his bag to drink. Whether or not this rumor is true is still not known.
However, he is a secretive person. He keeps problems to himself and he never really told anyone the reason why he had joined the club, just like how he doesn't explain most of his odd actions to others except when he's in the club. There are a lot of things about his past that he hasn't told anyone else about. Why this is, no one really knows. Lying comes very naturally to him. He also has a habit of jokingly stealing from others and giving it back to them later on. However, he is scarily really good at it.
Skill: He's very good with his hands, from stitching to lockpicking to pickpocketing, he's surprisingly good at them. He’s usually the guy who collects information from people and reports it back to the club.
Backstory: Joshua is born under two mid-class people. However, from the start, it wasn’t going to work. His parents weren’t actually married and he was left with his father. His father wasn’t a really good person, far from it really. His father was a thief, natural in his profession. Josh, not knowing any better, followed his father blindly and did his orders. It’s why he is such a natural at lying and stealing. He does go to school though, oddly enough, and he made a close friend who goes by the name of Juliet. He continued to do a lot of his father’s work until he reached the fifth grade. It is not because he learned it was wrong; it was because his father died.
With no one to take care of him, he was bound to be sent to an orphanage. Thankfully, Juliet’s family welcomed him wholeheartedly, even with his history with thievery. Their family moved to another place and placed both Juliet and Joshua in Black Cross Preparatory School for highschool. It had only been a year since the murder Mary Clarice. He was well aware of it but did nothing about it really. A year passed and, despite everything he’s seen and heard, he never really cared about the curse. That was, until Juliet disappeared in school mysteriously. An investigation was called but yielded no results. Rumor was spread that it was because of the curse. Determined to find the real reason, Joshua joined the club. He can easily say that he is actually enjoying his time there but he still hasn’t lost sight of his goal. |
45,581 | 1,238 | 7 | 1,124 | 624 | Spencer smiled as he saw a couple of more people walk inside. "Welcome, welcome! Come on in, guys. Meeting doesn't start until 3:15." He smiled, waving them in. It was now 3:10, and Spencer was getting more excited. He returned to his equipment.
"I was just starting to talk about this equipment I got. Way more professional and reliable. We're going to solve some things this year." Spencer proudly smiled, standing up to set up his laptop. He was getting ready to pull up a list of places he wanted to go investigate. The list was opened and he beckoned everyone to come closer so he could show the list off.
1) Arnold House - abandoned farm house in the country
2) Bright Castle - old, abandoned castle in the hills (illegal to visit)
3) Investigate the "Clarice Curse"
This list had numerous different notes and explanations for each place, but he highlighted what was important. "As you can all see, I've gotten my three ideas of what to do." He went on and on about the information, practically boring those not interested in the history of each location. But then Spencer got to the "Clarice Curse". "This one...would be a huge investigation as well as a very risky one." | Name
Spencer Nathaniel Poindexter
Also goes by Spence, Nate, and Nathan. He prefers Spencer but allows his closest friends to call him Nathan.
Age
17 years old
Appearance
Spencer stands at 6'1", weighs 175 lbs, and has an average build; he isn't skinny but isn't too heavy either. He has dark, brown hair, styling it in two different ways, regular with his bangs to the left or gelled for a fauxhawk, though this is not too common anymore. Spencer has large, light brown eyes, a feature he doesn't like too much no matter how many times he's complimented. Spencer usually wears a sleeved shirt with either a madras plaid design or gingham check design. Aside from his plaid, he usually wears plain, solid color t-shirts and sweatshirts. He loves wearing pants with his plaid shirts and jeans with his colored shirts. He sports a clean pair of black Converse shoes on some days and a pair of boat shoes on other days.
Personality
Spencer is a nerd. Not your stereotypical nerd, but still a nerd. He's always talking about the latest technology, working on his own technological projects, and even tampering with others' things to "help". Spencer takes a lot of pride in his own technology and anything he's into or passionate about. A bit part of Spencer's interests in the paranormal and supernatural. Spencer is a hardcore believer in ghosts, hauntings, possessions, poltergeists, and anything relating to the supernatural. Ever since a young boy, he'd been into ghost hunting and looking for explanations for all things paranormal. Aside from all of this, Spencer is a pretty nice guy. He tries to be as respectful as possible, especially with his friends. He's fun to be around, always bringing positive vibes to his friends. He can be very serious when it comes to his ghost and technology projects, though.
Skill
Spencer is the tech expert and self-proclaimed leader
Backstory
Born to a single mother of three, Spencer has always been the smartest in his family. Being the middle child, he took interest in solitary activities as his older brother, Charles, took up and interest in football and his younger brother, Brandon, was way too young to be interested in Spencer's favorite things. At first, Spencer wanted to be like his big brother and play football. After trying out for the junior league team in middle school, he was an average player. He didn't play too much and when he did, he didn't get much action. One game, he was tackled hard and tore his ACL, forcing him to hang up the cleats and give up the sport. During his recovery period, he watched a lot of television. He began to get bored of watching the same sitcoms and cartoons, so he browsed through the numerous channels available. He saw a documentary on ghosts and instantly fell in love, wanting to find out more about the paranormal.
In the summer leading to his freshman year of high school, Spencer got into technology. His mother brought home a voice recorder from a garage sale, a novelty she used to remind herself of what she needed to get done. Spencer played with it and would record his research about ghosts and the paranormal. That summer, the three boys had to stay at their grandmother's house as their mother had to go on a business trip for a couple weeks. Spencer brought the recording device, wanting to try and "ghost hunt". After learning the history of the property, Spencer discovered it used to belong to a woman who was murdered back in the 1850s. Curious and somewhat in disbelief, Spencer went into the basement late at night to see if he could find anything interesting. He remembered a trick about the recording device, learning that ghosts could use it to speak if they pleased. So, Spencer did just that and turned it on. What he found scared him. He played the audio back and heard what could be deciphered as a cry for help before a shriek was heard after a long silence. Spencer stopped his ghost adventures at first, but secretly enjoyed the thrill of it.
Throughout high school, Spencer tinkered with technology, especially anything that would help him document the paranormal. He'd go out to supposedly haunted places to find evidence of such claims. When Spencer heard that Mary Clarice was haunting the school, he knew it was his job to get to the bottom of it. Now in his senior year of high school, he plans to put a rest to the rumors of Mary Clarice haunting the school. Though he's been stopped time and time again by teacher and staff, he still pushes to find evidence. He's even had the club be on the verge of being shut down before he promised not to try and solve the mystery of the school haunting. Spencer now plans on investigating the school with his club now in secrecy. |
45,582 | 1,238 | 8 | 2,059 | 684 | Emerson looked up at the clock then closed her notebook and put her pencil down. More people had come into the room and the meeting was going to start soon. Putting away her notebook Em looked at the equipment for a moment, a little unsure but a bit excited at the same time.
When the club leader, Spencer, called everyone up she stood up and placed her bag against the chair she was sitting in. She brushed her red hair out of her face and walked over with her hands in her back pockets. Looking at the list she was a bit confused. "So, we're going to be checking out three different locations?" Em spoke softly, but loud enough for Spencer and the others to hear. She didn't want to sound stupid, but she was mainly interested in the curse. However, investigating other places did sound interesting. Maybe she could link something or just find more proof.
Emerson went quiet after her question, almost expecting him to snap 'save all questions for the end'. Not that Spencer seemed to be that kind a guy, she just didn't want to cause problems. Em took a step back due to the number of people crowding around the laptop. Close quarters made her a little uncomfortable in groups, mainly because most of the time she was bullied it was a group instead of just one.
Spencer gave a grand amount of information about each location and while she was still listening and taking menatl notes, she really wanted to hear about the curse. What he knew or the others knew. When he got to the "Clarice Curse", Em glanced at the group for a second. "Are we going as a whole group or splitting up for each investigation?" she asked, trying to get more information about the investigations themselves rather than the places. Once she found out how they would investigate, she wouldn't hesitate to want to start the actual searching. | Full Name: Emerson Renae Striker
Nicknames: Em or Emy
Age: 17
Appearance: Emerson is a long haired, redhead with freckled very lightly dusted around her nose and cheeks and hazel eyes. Her hair is usually down and messy but she does like to put it up in high ponytails. Emerson stands at 5’6” and weighs about 116 pounds, with a thin and small but athletic build that gives her speed. Em prefers jeans and loose fitting shirts over a tank top and her Joker Converse. Most of the times she wears a zip-up hoodie as well.
Personality: Emerson has a wild spirit that is nearly impossible to break. She is a very curious, energetic ball of pure energy. Some may call her hyper but she can be very calm, mellow, and level-headed as well. Being calm and patient in most situations, she stays focused and aware not making snap judgements right away. She is very adventurous and if given the chance she loves to try new things. Emerson tries to avoid making enemies, befriending most everyone she meets and enjoying the company of others, but sometimes her sarcasm gets in the way and she gets herself in a heap of trouble.
She is very passionate, sometimes in a fiery way, and loving. Em does come across in a flirty way, but she is also respectful and minds boundaries. Em is extremely polite and soft spoken and doesn't care much for rude, obnoxious, or distasteful people. Although kindhearted and sweet, she can be cold or stern when she needs to be, but prefers not to be. Her nature is often useful when breaking up an argument or settling a dispute, as well as making her a great negotiator. Her communication skills make her trustworthy and a faithful friend, however she can be secretive and lie if she needs to.
Skill: Art and Special effects make up
Backstory: Emerson was brought up in a low-middle class family by her parents Adam and Lilith Striker. To most people’s surprise the two weren’t actually married even though they had been together so long and had two children together. They acted and fought like a married couple, causing Em to hide up in the attic sometimes to get away from the yelling. Her older brother, Dani, was always there with her when she was younger to keep her company. Growing up she always wanted to be like him, a lazy goofball that was always a joy to be around. He lightened any mood with his goofy fun personality.
Throughout school Em gravitated toward the “weird” people. She had a passion for art and special effects in movies so it became her hobby. Tirelessly working on her own special effects make ups and trying to imitate those of movies, she became really good at it. Sometimes she would help her brother get back at her bullies with the help of her talent. When high school came around for Emerson, she had become an even bigger target for bullying and pranks. When she heard about Mary Clarice she instantly began to look into it. Em herself had heard things while she was in the art classroom afterschool. As she grew more aware of the rumors and stories she joined the club to do further research and help prove or disprove what she could.
Other: Anything I should know about your character that doesn't fit any of these fields.
Likes
• Internet games
• Doing make up for Halloween
• Learning new effects tricks
• Making “monster” parts for costumes
• Spending time with her brother
• Rainy, thunderstorm weather
Strengths
• Drawing
• Remaining calm and positive in tough situations
• Resourcefulness
Dislikes
• Her computer being taken away
• Not having materials for effects make ups
• Dry or muggy weather
• Being stuck in the house or class all day
• Boring teachers
Weaknesses
• Overly talkative
• Easy target for bullies
• Hot weather |
45,583 | 1,238 | 9 | 1,124 | 624 | Spencer looked at the young lady. He turned to her and smiled. "I don't know for sure. We could do one at a time orrr we could split up and knock them all out. I guess we could have a vote." Spencer answered, grabbing a notebook and pencil and scribbling down ideas.
Spencer got a small poll set up, having two columns set up on his paper. One side was for doing one investigation at a time with the whole team, the other in favor of splitting up and completing all three around the same time. "Sign your name or initials for what you guys would rather do." Spencer said with an excited smile on his face. | Name
Spencer Nathaniel Poindexter
Also goes by Spence, Nate, and Nathan. He prefers Spencer but allows his closest friends to call him Nathan.
Age
17 years old
Appearance
Spencer stands at 6'1", weighs 175 lbs, and has an average build; he isn't skinny but isn't too heavy either. He has dark, brown hair, styling it in two different ways, regular with his bangs to the left or gelled for a fauxhawk, though this is not too common anymore. Spencer has large, light brown eyes, a feature he doesn't like too much no matter how many times he's complimented. Spencer usually wears a sleeved shirt with either a madras plaid design or gingham check design. Aside from his plaid, he usually wears plain, solid color t-shirts and sweatshirts. He loves wearing pants with his plaid shirts and jeans with his colored shirts. He sports a clean pair of black Converse shoes on some days and a pair of boat shoes on other days.
Personality
Spencer is a nerd. Not your stereotypical nerd, but still a nerd. He's always talking about the latest technology, working on his own technological projects, and even tampering with others' things to "help". Spencer takes a lot of pride in his own technology and anything he's into or passionate about. A bit part of Spencer's interests in the paranormal and supernatural. Spencer is a hardcore believer in ghosts, hauntings, possessions, poltergeists, and anything relating to the supernatural. Ever since a young boy, he'd been into ghost hunting and looking for explanations for all things paranormal. Aside from all of this, Spencer is a pretty nice guy. He tries to be as respectful as possible, especially with his friends. He's fun to be around, always bringing positive vibes to his friends. He can be very serious when it comes to his ghost and technology projects, though.
Skill
Spencer is the tech expert and self-proclaimed leader
Backstory
Born to a single mother of three, Spencer has always been the smartest in his family. Being the middle child, he took interest in solitary activities as his older brother, Charles, took up and interest in football and his younger brother, Brandon, was way too young to be interested in Spencer's favorite things. At first, Spencer wanted to be like his big brother and play football. After trying out for the junior league team in middle school, he was an average player. He didn't play too much and when he did, he didn't get much action. One game, he was tackled hard and tore his ACL, forcing him to hang up the cleats and give up the sport. During his recovery period, he watched a lot of television. He began to get bored of watching the same sitcoms and cartoons, so he browsed through the numerous channels available. He saw a documentary on ghosts and instantly fell in love, wanting to find out more about the paranormal.
In the summer leading to his freshman year of high school, Spencer got into technology. His mother brought home a voice recorder from a garage sale, a novelty she used to remind herself of what she needed to get done. Spencer played with it and would record his research about ghosts and the paranormal. That summer, the three boys had to stay at their grandmother's house as their mother had to go on a business trip for a couple weeks. Spencer brought the recording device, wanting to try and "ghost hunt". After learning the history of the property, Spencer discovered it used to belong to a woman who was murdered back in the 1850s. Curious and somewhat in disbelief, Spencer went into the basement late at night to see if he could find anything interesting. He remembered a trick about the recording device, learning that ghosts could use it to speak if they pleased. So, Spencer did just that and turned it on. What he found scared him. He played the audio back and heard what could be deciphered as a cry for help before a shriek was heard after a long silence. Spencer stopped his ghost adventures at first, but secretly enjoyed the thrill of it.
Throughout high school, Spencer tinkered with technology, especially anything that would help him document the paranormal. He'd go out to supposedly haunted places to find evidence of such claims. When Spencer heard that Mary Clarice was haunting the school, he knew it was his job to get to the bottom of it. Now in his senior year of high school, he plans to put a rest to the rumors of Mary Clarice haunting the school. Though he's been stopped time and time again by teacher and staff, he still pushes to find evidence. He's even had the club be on the verge of being shut down before he promised not to try and solve the mystery of the school haunting. Spencer now plans on investigating the school with his club now in secrecy. |
45,584 | 1,238 | 10 | 1,836 | 2,622 | Joshua listened intently on what they had... or rather, planned to do. Investigating three different things? He was more or less interested on the other locations. The idea of breaking in a castle seemed to remind of the memories back in his childhood, when almost everything he knew was agains the rules. However, it did excite him. True, breaking the law was bad and they would be thrown into juvenile jail, but it was still an adventure. And besides, most of his memories back then were memories he was quite fond of. He always felt that certain thrill, even before he realized that what he was doing was wrong, and that thrill was something he sought for - and still does.
When they got to the Clarice Curse, however, his smile faltered. The whole reason he was so interested about the club was because of this. Given, he had other reasons and he was sure that the others didn't enter the club for the same reasons as him. He will get her back. He promised it on his father's grave that he will find her. He was quite an optimistic person, so he was confident that he would get her back from this curse, if it even exists.
Upon Spencer telling them to write their names on the column of what they preferred. "I really think we should investigate one at a time. I'm not too fond of splitting up when investigating paranormal activities." He said as he wrote his initials on the side of investigating one at a time with the whole team. It'll take a longer time, yes, but he wanted to be on the safe side. And each are probably skilled at different things and they might need that certain skill at one location, and it would be really bad if that person with the certain skill was on another location. | Name: Joshua Arthur Dela Luna; Nicknames: Josh, Art, Artie (does not prefer this one)
Age: 18
Appearance: Joshua is around the average height of 5'7" and weighs around 149 lbs. He has natural dark brown hair that is usually swept to the right. There are times where it is held down by gel/wax but he rarely does it. He has matching dark brown eyes, a trait shared by most of his countrymen. He has a lean body type and is lighter on his feet than most people. He's usually seen wearing a black jacket and varying shirts and pants (cargo pants when he feels like it) and then matches it with rubber shoes or sneakers.
Personality: Joshua is the kind of person who can be friends with everyone. He doesn’t easily shy away from people and can maintain a conversation for more than just introductory words. He has a jovial personality, often seen with a smile or a grin on his face. However, he does know when to stop and be serious… but those are in very rare times. He's a ball of pure energy, never seeming to run out. There's a running rumor that he keeps multiple canned coffee in his bag to drink. Whether or not this rumor is true is still not known.
However, he is a secretive person. He keeps problems to himself and he never really told anyone the reason why he had joined the club, just like how he doesn't explain most of his odd actions to others except when he's in the club. There are a lot of things about his past that he hasn't told anyone else about. Why this is, no one really knows. Lying comes very naturally to him. He also has a habit of jokingly stealing from others and giving it back to them later on. However, he is scarily really good at it.
Skill: He's very good with his hands, from stitching to lockpicking to pickpocketing, he's surprisingly good at them. He’s usually the guy who collects information from people and reports it back to the club.
Backstory: Joshua is born under two mid-class people. However, from the start, it wasn’t going to work. His parents weren’t actually married and he was left with his father. His father wasn’t a really good person, far from it really. His father was a thief, natural in his profession. Josh, not knowing any better, followed his father blindly and did his orders. It’s why he is such a natural at lying and stealing. He does go to school though, oddly enough, and he made a close friend who goes by the name of Juliet. He continued to do a lot of his father’s work until he reached the fifth grade. It is not because he learned it was wrong; it was because his father died.
With no one to take care of him, he was bound to be sent to an orphanage. Thankfully, Juliet’s family welcomed him wholeheartedly, even with his history with thievery. Their family moved to another place and placed both Juliet and Joshua in Black Cross Preparatory School for highschool. It had only been a year since the murder Mary Clarice. He was well aware of it but did nothing about it really. A year passed and, despite everything he’s seen and heard, he never really cared about the curse. That was, until Juliet disappeared in school mysteriously. An investigation was called but yielded no results. Rumor was spread that it was because of the curse. Determined to find the real reason, Joshua joined the club. He can easily say that he is actually enjoying his time there but he still hasn’t lost sight of his goal. |
45,585 | 1,238 | 11 | 1,611 | 644 | Zoe chewed on her nail as she waited for the rest of the group members to arrive, and stopped once the last boy entered the room. When Spencer motioned for the members to take a look at the list on his laptop, she hovered over their shoulders, her arms folded across her chest and eyebrow raised. Three different things to investigate at once? As uninterested she was about the first two places, Zoe still listened intently, learning a few new things about Bright Castle and Arnold House. However, once he started speaking about the Clarice Curse, her eyes sparkled with curiosity. She'd heard many different stories about the supposed "curse," but never really got around to looking into it.
At the mention of splitting up to investigate, however, Zoe's brows furrowed. Did these kids not know how it went down in the movies? You never split up to investigate paranormal activities. That is, if you don't want to end up dead. Taking in a deep breath, Zoe pushed away her paranoid thoughts and picked up the pencil. "I don't think splitting is such a great idea," she said hesitantly, "I mean, first off, there's only five of us, meaning that someone would have to go alone... which I'm not down for..."
She wrote her initials on the side in favor of investigating as a team, the two letters neat and slightly slanted. "I think that we should start with the Curse or Arnold House, ya feel?" She said, returning to her seat and crossing her legs. "I mean, if that's cool with everyone else. Breaking into that castle would be pretty risky, and I'm not tryna end up in jail." | Zoe Campbell
"I like solitude. I like the anomalous life. I like a quiet life."
|| N A M E ||
Zoe Anita Campbell
'Zo'
|| G E N D E R ||
Female
|| A G E ||
Seventeen years old.
|| S E X U A L I T Y ||
Bisexual
|| IN-DEPTH APPEARANCE ||
Zoe is a brown skinned girl of average height, standing at five feet and four inches tall. Her naturally black hair, when straightened, falls to her waist, though she usually wears it in medium sized box braids or twists. Her eyes are without doubt the most captivating aspect of her appearance, reflecting a look of wisdom far beyond her age that could not help but draw people in. She did not care much for wearing makeup, instead favoring a neutral look to compliment her natural beauty. The most she'd wear would be a colorful lipstick, and winged eyeliner. Zoe has a curvy figure, which she usually hides with loose clothing. Her wardrobe consists of jeans, denim shorts, leather jackets, and plain T-shirts. Most of her closet space, though, is taken up by various brands of sneakers. She has a nose piercing, an industrial piercing, and three tattoos that cover her left thigh.
Introverted • Brutally Honest • Trustworthy • Intelligent • Clever
|| P E R S O N A L I T Y ||
Zoe leans much more toward introversion than extroversion. She cherishes her "me-time," prefers to observe before she acts, and contributes to conversation only when she thinks she has something relevant to say. She focuses solely on her academics and music. Although having a few good friends, she isn't the "nicest" person you'll ever meet. She's blunt, straightforward, and brutally honest. She is sometimes overly guarded and secretive. When everyone is talking about more personal subjects, she is good at hanging back and not contributing; changing the subject, taking the attention off of herself, or giving vague, evasive answers. She hates talking about herself, but loves to listen to others. She's an overall fun person to be around, as long as you're someone she finds to be a good person.
|| Q U I R K S ||
• Is never seen without her a book in hand.
• Uses profanity and slang, but always corrects others' grammar.
• Writes with her left hand, but does everything else right-handed.
• When nervous, tends to count steps taken while walking.
• Can solve extremely hard math problems in her head -- but cannot count on her fingers.
|| H O B B I E S ||
• Singing
• Writing Poetry and Short Stories
• Book Club
|| L I K E S & D I S L I K E S ||
+ Reading
+ Singing
+ Horror Movies
+ Poetry
+ Old School Rap & Hip-Hop
- Country Music
- Parties/Crowded rooms
- Ignorance/Racism/Bigotry/Homophobia/etc.
- Being touched
- Social Media
|| S K I L L ||
She is very smart/clever. She's considered to be one of "The Brains" of the group, and is usually the one who pieces things together or solves problems.
|| B I O G R A P H Y ||
Zoe, who is of Jamaican heritage, was born on January 1st as the third and final daughter of two upper-middle class parents Clarice and Terrance. The Campbell household consisted of Zoe, her parents, her two older sisters, and their pet dog. They lived in a moderate sized, two bedroom apartment in Atlanta; Zoe having had to share a bedroom with her sisters until they went off to college. Zoe's parents, by nature, were very strict. From early childhood they urged their children to excel academically and athletically, also encouraging them to be discerning in regards to the company they keep. Although her parents were very stern, there was also another side to them. They were fun loving and very involved in all phases of their children’s lives.
However, when Zoe was thirteen years old, her parents were killed in a car accident. As a result, Zoe had to move out of Atlanta and into the home of her Aunt and Uncle. They continued to raise her as if she were their own, pushing her to strive academically and, much to Zoe's dismay, athletically. She was expected to do chores, such as; making her bed, setting the dinner table, making a beverage for dinner or washing the dinner plates. During the week when school was in session she was not allowed to watch television or cavort around town. As a rule, her Aunt and Uncle did not condone her idly “hanging-out”. They'd made her participate in many sports including basketball, volleyball, and tennis before she finally convinced them to let her focus solely on her schoolwork instead. In result, she managed to maintain an A average. As she got older, she was allowed more freedom; she could go out on school nights as long as she was back by 10 PM, and she was allowed a few (concealable) tattoos and piercings. |
45,586 | 1,238 | 12 | 2,059 | 684 | Emerson looked around the group. Most were against splitting up, which seemed logical enough. Although part of her did want to go alone and see what would happen. When Spencer put the notebook down to take a vote she didn't know what to choose. Sh was lost on it. Sticking together was smart and safe, but going alone could possibly trigger a phenomenon. "If nobody wants to go investigate the castle, I'll go. I'm practically invisible anyways, I wouldn't have much trouble doing it." Em spoke up after hearing the others concerns. They had every right to stare at her like she was insane. Part of her even thought she was crazy for offering, but she meant it.
Emerson went quiet waiting for Spencer's reaction, along with the rest of the groups'. Again she brushed her hair out of her eyes and gave a slight smile. "If no one else wants to investigate it. It does seem like a good lead for the club, and could lead to something worth the time. And if not, well then we tried." she added, trying to get some interest in the castle. Yes, it wasn't the curse, but maybe it could have some sort of link to it? Maybe? She was unsure, but was curious. | Full Name: Emerson Renae Striker
Nicknames: Em or Emy
Age: 17
Appearance: Emerson is a long haired, redhead with freckled very lightly dusted around her nose and cheeks and hazel eyes. Her hair is usually down and messy but she does like to put it up in high ponytails. Emerson stands at 5’6” and weighs about 116 pounds, with a thin and small but athletic build that gives her speed. Em prefers jeans and loose fitting shirts over a tank top and her Joker Converse. Most of the times she wears a zip-up hoodie as well.
Personality: Emerson has a wild spirit that is nearly impossible to break. She is a very curious, energetic ball of pure energy. Some may call her hyper but she can be very calm, mellow, and level-headed as well. Being calm and patient in most situations, she stays focused and aware not making snap judgements right away. She is very adventurous and if given the chance she loves to try new things. Emerson tries to avoid making enemies, befriending most everyone she meets and enjoying the company of others, but sometimes her sarcasm gets in the way and she gets herself in a heap of trouble.
She is very passionate, sometimes in a fiery way, and loving. Em does come across in a flirty way, but she is also respectful and minds boundaries. Em is extremely polite and soft spoken and doesn't care much for rude, obnoxious, or distasteful people. Although kindhearted and sweet, she can be cold or stern when she needs to be, but prefers not to be. Her nature is often useful when breaking up an argument or settling a dispute, as well as making her a great negotiator. Her communication skills make her trustworthy and a faithful friend, however she can be secretive and lie if she needs to.
Skill: Art and Special effects make up
Backstory: Emerson was brought up in a low-middle class family by her parents Adam and Lilith Striker. To most people’s surprise the two weren’t actually married even though they had been together so long and had two children together. They acted and fought like a married couple, causing Em to hide up in the attic sometimes to get away from the yelling. Her older brother, Dani, was always there with her when she was younger to keep her company. Growing up she always wanted to be like him, a lazy goofball that was always a joy to be around. He lightened any mood with his goofy fun personality.
Throughout school Em gravitated toward the “weird” people. She had a passion for art and special effects in movies so it became her hobby. Tirelessly working on her own special effects make ups and trying to imitate those of movies, she became really good at it. Sometimes she would help her brother get back at her bullies with the help of her talent. When high school came around for Emerson, she had become an even bigger target for bullying and pranks. When she heard about Mary Clarice she instantly began to look into it. Em herself had heard things while she was in the art classroom afterschool. As she grew more aware of the rumors and stories she joined the club to do further research and help prove or disprove what she could.
Other: Anything I should know about your character that doesn't fit any of these fields.
Likes
• Internet games
• Doing make up for Halloween
• Learning new effects tricks
• Making “monster” parts for costumes
• Spending time with her brother
• Rainy, thunderstorm weather
Strengths
• Drawing
• Remaining calm and positive in tough situations
• Resourcefulness
Dislikes
• Her computer being taken away
• Not having materials for effects make ups
• Dry or muggy weather
• Being stuck in the house or class all day
• Boring teachers
Weaknesses
• Overly talkative
• Easy target for bullies
• Hot weather |
45,587 | 1,238 | 13 | 1,124 | 624 | Honestly, I really want to crack this Clarice Curse that everyone swears is real. I don't buy it, so I'll prove it's just a story. Spencer said as his voice took a mocking tone toward those who believed the story. Sure, Spencer believed in ghosts and swears they're real. But the fact that the school is haunted by an ex-student made him feel like it was too cliche and just another dumb tale told at parties to scare freshmen.
Spencer jotted down some notes before looking to everyone else. "Anyone have any objections or suggestions?" Spencer asked, adjusting his plaid shirt. | Name
Spencer Nathaniel Poindexter
Also goes by Spence, Nate, and Nathan. He prefers Spencer but allows his closest friends to call him Nathan.
Age
17 years old
Appearance
Spencer stands at 6'1", weighs 175 lbs, and has an average build; he isn't skinny but isn't too heavy either. He has dark, brown hair, styling it in two different ways, regular with his bangs to the left or gelled for a fauxhawk, though this is not too common anymore. Spencer has large, light brown eyes, a feature he doesn't like too much no matter how many times he's complimented. Spencer usually wears a sleeved shirt with either a madras plaid design or gingham check design. Aside from his plaid, he usually wears plain, solid color t-shirts and sweatshirts. He loves wearing pants with his plaid shirts and jeans with his colored shirts. He sports a clean pair of black Converse shoes on some days and a pair of boat shoes on other days.
Personality
Spencer is a nerd. Not your stereotypical nerd, but still a nerd. He's always talking about the latest technology, working on his own technological projects, and even tampering with others' things to "help". Spencer takes a lot of pride in his own technology and anything he's into or passionate about. A bit part of Spencer's interests in the paranormal and supernatural. Spencer is a hardcore believer in ghosts, hauntings, possessions, poltergeists, and anything relating to the supernatural. Ever since a young boy, he'd been into ghost hunting and looking for explanations for all things paranormal. Aside from all of this, Spencer is a pretty nice guy. He tries to be as respectful as possible, especially with his friends. He's fun to be around, always bringing positive vibes to his friends. He can be very serious when it comes to his ghost and technology projects, though.
Skill
Spencer is the tech expert and self-proclaimed leader
Backstory
Born to a single mother of three, Spencer has always been the smartest in his family. Being the middle child, he took interest in solitary activities as his older brother, Charles, took up and interest in football and his younger brother, Brandon, was way too young to be interested in Spencer's favorite things. At first, Spencer wanted to be like his big brother and play football. After trying out for the junior league team in middle school, he was an average player. He didn't play too much and when he did, he didn't get much action. One game, he was tackled hard and tore his ACL, forcing him to hang up the cleats and give up the sport. During his recovery period, he watched a lot of television. He began to get bored of watching the same sitcoms and cartoons, so he browsed through the numerous channels available. He saw a documentary on ghosts and instantly fell in love, wanting to find out more about the paranormal.
In the summer leading to his freshman year of high school, Spencer got into technology. His mother brought home a voice recorder from a garage sale, a novelty she used to remind herself of what she needed to get done. Spencer played with it and would record his research about ghosts and the paranormal. That summer, the three boys had to stay at their grandmother's house as their mother had to go on a business trip for a couple weeks. Spencer brought the recording device, wanting to try and "ghost hunt". After learning the history of the property, Spencer discovered it used to belong to a woman who was murdered back in the 1850s. Curious and somewhat in disbelief, Spencer went into the basement late at night to see if he could find anything interesting. He remembered a trick about the recording device, learning that ghosts could use it to speak if they pleased. So, Spencer did just that and turned it on. What he found scared him. He played the audio back and heard what could be deciphered as a cry for help before a shriek was heard after a long silence. Spencer stopped his ghost adventures at first, but secretly enjoyed the thrill of it.
Throughout high school, Spencer tinkered with technology, especially anything that would help him document the paranormal. He'd go out to supposedly haunted places to find evidence of such claims. When Spencer heard that Mary Clarice was haunting the school, he knew it was his job to get to the bottom of it. Now in his senior year of high school, he plans to put a rest to the rumors of Mary Clarice haunting the school. Though he's been stopped time and time again by teacher and staff, he still pushes to find evidence. He's even had the club be on the verge of being shut down before he promised not to try and solve the mystery of the school haunting. Spencer now plans on investigating the school with his club now in secrecy. |
45,588 | 1,238 | 14 | 1,836 | 2,622 | Hey, hey, hey, if you're gonna investigate the castle, take me with you. Breaking and entering is my line of expertise. He said with a grin when Emerson said that she would like to take a crack at the castle. Joshua was pretty much pumped up for entering a castle and then escaping law enforcement. Hopefully it doesn't get to the latter since there are other people with him, but he's willing to get his blood pumping with trying to avoid getting caught and ending up in jail. His father always said that jail wasn't a pretty place to be in, especially for people like them.
He looked at Spencer and then shrugged. "Well, if you want to take the Clarice Curse first, then let's do it. You are the boss after all." He was the person who built the club in the first place. He was cool with either the castle or the curse. If they were to get to the curse first and prove that it isn't real, then he'd have to look to other places to find her. However, if it is real, then he's hoping that he can find her alive and breathing.
But then again, just seeing her - dead or alive - would be fine with him. | Name: Joshua Arthur Dela Luna; Nicknames: Josh, Art, Artie (does not prefer this one)
Age: 18
Appearance: Joshua is around the average height of 5'7" and weighs around 149 lbs. He has natural dark brown hair that is usually swept to the right. There are times where it is held down by gel/wax but he rarely does it. He has matching dark brown eyes, a trait shared by most of his countrymen. He has a lean body type and is lighter on his feet than most people. He's usually seen wearing a black jacket and varying shirts and pants (cargo pants when he feels like it) and then matches it with rubber shoes or sneakers.
Personality: Joshua is the kind of person who can be friends with everyone. He doesn’t easily shy away from people and can maintain a conversation for more than just introductory words. He has a jovial personality, often seen with a smile or a grin on his face. However, he does know when to stop and be serious… but those are in very rare times. He's a ball of pure energy, never seeming to run out. There's a running rumor that he keeps multiple canned coffee in his bag to drink. Whether or not this rumor is true is still not known.
However, he is a secretive person. He keeps problems to himself and he never really told anyone the reason why he had joined the club, just like how he doesn't explain most of his odd actions to others except when he's in the club. There are a lot of things about his past that he hasn't told anyone else about. Why this is, no one really knows. Lying comes very naturally to him. He also has a habit of jokingly stealing from others and giving it back to them later on. However, he is scarily really good at it.
Skill: He's very good with his hands, from stitching to lockpicking to pickpocketing, he's surprisingly good at them. He’s usually the guy who collects information from people and reports it back to the club.
Backstory: Joshua is born under two mid-class people. However, from the start, it wasn’t going to work. His parents weren’t actually married and he was left with his father. His father wasn’t a really good person, far from it really. His father was a thief, natural in his profession. Josh, not knowing any better, followed his father blindly and did his orders. It’s why he is such a natural at lying and stealing. He does go to school though, oddly enough, and he made a close friend who goes by the name of Juliet. He continued to do a lot of his father’s work until he reached the fifth grade. It is not because he learned it was wrong; it was because his father died.
With no one to take care of him, he was bound to be sent to an orphanage. Thankfully, Juliet’s family welcomed him wholeheartedly, even with his history with thievery. Their family moved to another place and placed both Juliet and Joshua in Black Cross Preparatory School for highschool. It had only been a year since the murder Mary Clarice. He was well aware of it but did nothing about it really. A year passed and, despite everything he’s seen and heard, he never really cared about the curse. That was, until Juliet disappeared in school mysteriously. An investigation was called but yielded no results. Rumor was spread that it was because of the curse. Determined to find the real reason, Joshua joined the club. He can easily say that he is actually enjoying his time there but he still hasn’t lost sight of his goal. |
45,589 | 1,238 | 15 | 2,059 | 684 | Hearing that someone else had interest in investigating the castle gave her some hope. Em smiled and nodded in Joshua's direction. "I doubt we'll get caught. There's not much security around there anymore, I don't think, but then again two people should be able to get in and out without getting seen."
It would be a different story if everyone went. Then they could easily get caught, which wasn't on her to-do list. The curse also interested her too though. The word 'curse' intrigued her enough. Settling if it was a hoax or not was the end game for almost everyone there. Maybe they could find any ties to others first. Do research on the curse itself some more and find out who else could possibly be involved or have some sort of tie to any of the details.
"We could also do more investigating in terms of research. Find and investigate any ties to the curse?" now she was thinking out loud. Em backed off and sat on top of one of the closest desks. She was beginning to embarrass herself without even trying. She just hoped her cheek weren't as red as she thought they were. They would match her hair if they were. | Full Name: Emerson Renae Striker
Nicknames: Em or Emy
Age: 17
Appearance: Emerson is a long haired, redhead with freckled very lightly dusted around her nose and cheeks and hazel eyes. Her hair is usually down and messy but she does like to put it up in high ponytails. Emerson stands at 5’6” and weighs about 116 pounds, with a thin and small but athletic build that gives her speed. Em prefers jeans and loose fitting shirts over a tank top and her Joker Converse. Most of the times she wears a zip-up hoodie as well.
Personality: Emerson has a wild spirit that is nearly impossible to break. She is a very curious, energetic ball of pure energy. Some may call her hyper but she can be very calm, mellow, and level-headed as well. Being calm and patient in most situations, she stays focused and aware not making snap judgements right away. She is very adventurous and if given the chance she loves to try new things. Emerson tries to avoid making enemies, befriending most everyone she meets and enjoying the company of others, but sometimes her sarcasm gets in the way and she gets herself in a heap of trouble.
She is very passionate, sometimes in a fiery way, and loving. Em does come across in a flirty way, but she is also respectful and minds boundaries. Em is extremely polite and soft spoken and doesn't care much for rude, obnoxious, or distasteful people. Although kindhearted and sweet, she can be cold or stern when she needs to be, but prefers not to be. Her nature is often useful when breaking up an argument or settling a dispute, as well as making her a great negotiator. Her communication skills make her trustworthy and a faithful friend, however she can be secretive and lie if she needs to.
Skill: Art and Special effects make up
Backstory: Emerson was brought up in a low-middle class family by her parents Adam and Lilith Striker. To most people’s surprise the two weren’t actually married even though they had been together so long and had two children together. They acted and fought like a married couple, causing Em to hide up in the attic sometimes to get away from the yelling. Her older brother, Dani, was always there with her when she was younger to keep her company. Growing up she always wanted to be like him, a lazy goofball that was always a joy to be around. He lightened any mood with his goofy fun personality.
Throughout school Em gravitated toward the “weird” people. She had a passion for art and special effects in movies so it became her hobby. Tirelessly working on her own special effects make ups and trying to imitate those of movies, she became really good at it. Sometimes she would help her brother get back at her bullies with the help of her talent. When high school came around for Emerson, she had become an even bigger target for bullying and pranks. When she heard about Mary Clarice she instantly began to look into it. Em herself had heard things while she was in the art classroom afterschool. As she grew more aware of the rumors and stories she joined the club to do further research and help prove or disprove what she could.
Other: Anything I should know about your character that doesn't fit any of these fields.
Likes
• Internet games
• Doing make up for Halloween
• Learning new effects tricks
• Making “monster” parts for costumes
• Spending time with her brother
• Rainy, thunderstorm weather
Strengths
• Drawing
• Remaining calm and positive in tough situations
• Resourcefulness
Dislikes
• Her computer being taken away
• Not having materials for effects make ups
• Dry or muggy weather
• Being stuck in the house or class all day
• Boring teachers
Weaknesses
• Overly talkative
• Easy target for bullies
• Hot weather |
45,590 | 1,239 | 0 | 2,521 | 292 | TES: The Collector Chronicles
Chapter One - Helgen
"I'm tellin' yer," Zanvon spat. "Those Imperial scum are a bunch of incompetent skooma pigs. You wait! You'll see! We'll get there, and dear old Ulfric Stormcloak will be there to greet us. Hahaha."
Zanvon was a Dunmer, and like most of his kind, he held a certain hatred for the Imperials. However, unlike most of his kind, he wouldn't shut up. Telling him to just didn't work, in fact, it seemed to encourage him to spout more of his mind-numbing nonsense. Ever since they'd seen the smoke rising in the distance, not just a day ago, Zanvon had been foretelling over and over how the Empire was minutes away from crumbling.
Arielle, Aristobus and Jo'Resfo had reached the point where they just didn't care any more. Let him ramble on! If it kept him from harassing Arielle, or stealing Aristobus' books, then great! The sooner they could get that bottle of mead, the better. 60,000 septims wasn't worth that Dunmer's company, not even for a few days.
"See! You see! The gate's closed! A raiding party don't shut the door after they leave!" Zanvon laughed, breaking into an awkward skip. "Ulfric! Ohhhhhhh Ulfric!" he sang, "How many Imperials did you kill today!?"
The four agents of The Collector had arrived at Helgen's eastern gate. They'd encountered no Imperial patrols in the area, which was worrying given the settlement's strategical importance. More worrying however, was that they hadn't seen any of the notorious stormcloaks either. From behind the gate, pillars of smoke were still rising, and the crackling sounds of fire could be heard quite clearly on the crisp morning air.
"Knock, knock!" Zanvon chuckled, pushing a gloved hand against one of the gates. He gave it a slight shove, and it moved with a screech. "I'll bet 30,000 of my share that we'll see a whole pile of those Imperial scumbags--- NO, no! I bet we'll see thirty Imperial heads mounted on spikes. That's one head per 1,000 septims. Who wants in on the bet? Eh? Eh?" He stopped, and gave a large toothy smile at Arielle. "How about you eh Princess? Want to take a chance with ole Zanvon? Tell ya wha-"
An arrow flew through the open gate and struck the Dunmer in the neck. His eyes went wide, and he tried to speak - but no sounds came to his lips. With a few staggers, he collapsed to the floor.
Arielle, Aristobus and Jo'Resfo drew their weapons, just as three tall Nordic men surged through the gate. They were wearing tattered leather armour, and brandishing iron short swords. Their heads were hidden beneath horned iron helmets, but all three of their blonde beards sagged down to their chests.
The middle Nord looked down at the slain Zanvon and spat. "Talked too much, that one," he said with a grunt. Then his eyes shifted up at Arielle, Aristobus and Jo'Resfo. "Helgen now belongs to Magnor the Black! And there's a toll to be paid for passing by. Either hand over everything you have, or--" he stopped, taking another eager look at them. "On second thoughts, you three look dangerous. Best not let you live, at 'em boys!"
The three bandits surged forwards, roaring their songs of battle. Arielle, Aristobus and Jo'Resfo stood fifty feet away from them; they had time to act, but that time was rapidly dwindling. | Character Sheet
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Heavy Armour
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Adept Skills
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Avoid creating a master of all trades, for I will not take kindly to them.
History:
Explain how your character got there -- no 'the story will come out in RP' lines, please -- I want a feel for where your character is coming from. Feel free to work up names and places and so forth. Be sure to mention arrests or feuds and debts and the such.
Equipment:
See here for canon lists.
Known Spells:
Use canon spells, found here.
Party Control: Yes or No |
45,591 | 1,239 | 1 | 2,497 | 281 | You know, I just might! A thousand Septims a head! Now shut up and get the gate open, you dull dark elf drunkard, before I shove my staff up your- is what Arielle would have said if an arrow had not suddenly pierced Zanvon's neck and spattered her face with specks of red hot blood. The Breton stood frozen in shock as the bandits emerged from behind the thick double doors, her every muscle tense with fear and surprise. At that point she was prepared to give them whatever they wanted in exchange for her life, but that opportunity was snatched from under her nose before she even realized it was there.
It was all she could do to watch, in horror, as the murderous men raced towards them. Then instinct kicked in. She began reciting an incantation and, moving her hands in complex patterns, cast the spell for levitation. She gave a gentle push and was suddenly airborne, floating slowly backwards through space while she scanned the area for a good place to hide. Another arrow flitting through the air only a few feet away reminded her of the archer. She would need to find cover. But where?
The answer presented itself almost instantly: there was a big pine tree with a thick trunk not far away. She floated as fast as she could and hid herself behind it, well beyond the reach of blades and bows. Hopefully she would now have some time to think of a decent strategy. | Name: Arielle Lylvieve
Age: 30
Gender: Female
Race: Breton
Physical Description
Short and wiry, with pale skin and a sunburned face. Her hair is brown and curly and her eyes are green. She has the high cheekbones common for her people but looks otherwise like any other Nede.
Skillset
Adept Skills
Alteration
Conjuration
Enchanting
Apprentice Skills
Illusion
Restoration
Novice Skills
Alchemy
Two-Handed (or whatever staves are classified as)
History
Arielle was born to noble parents of low station in the rural areas outside of Wayrest. Although her family was neither rich nor influential they were by no means poor and managed to secure a proper education and relatively happy childhood for her. Arielle, being the only child, was always told how special she was and how she was destined for more in this world. As such it was no surprise that she, fueled by her parents words and the lust for questing typical to Breton culture, decided to leave home at the tender age of 16 to seek her fate elsewhere.
If there was one thing that fascinated the young Breton woman it was the great mage-crafters of the Dwemer. Being a magician herself, and with a penchant for enchanting, she always jumped at the oppertunity to learn more about them wherever she came. She turned out to be a real sponge when it came to information on the Dwemer and had within a few years become more learned on them than many a scholar.
It was this desire for knowledge that eventually led her into the service of The Collector. She had never heard of him until his agents approached her, but she did her homework before accepting, and what she found made her certain of her decision. If anyone could get her in contact with Dwemer artifacts it was him.
Equipment
Sturdy clothes for travelling (Underwear, woolen hose and tunic, thick woolen robe and a pair of leather boots)
A steel-shod wooden staff
A combined spell- and notebook
A backpack with extra clothes, food, water, a blanket and a length of rope
An enchanted amulet that makes people more likely to agree with her (+Speech)
An enchanted ring containing extra magicka (+Magicka)
Known spells
Magelight (Alt)
Levitation (Alt)
Banish Daedra (Con)
Summon Fire Atronach (Con)
Calm (Ill)
Healing Hands (Res)
Party Control: Yes |
45,592 | 1,239 | 2 | 675 | 140 | Jo'Resfo was happily strumming his lute as the party approached the gate, trying to block out the nasty, discordant sounds that always seemed to be spilling from their Dunmer's mouth. The young Khajiit hated negativity, and always had, always trying to spread his optimism to all he encountered, but had long since given up on Zanvon. Still, he was very surprised and almost dismayed when the Dunmer's spurts of insults were replaced with spurts of blood.
"Oh no, poor Zanvon," he exclaimed it with an almost-believable level of anguish, then, much more quietly added, "If only there was something we could do to help him..."
Jo'Resfo was conflicted for the first time in his life about healing an ally, but thankfully he would not be forced to reveal his position on the matter, for his attention was soon occupied with the approaching bandits. They didn't seem friendly at all, but Jo'Resfo prided himself in not judging others. Still, as he saw his companions preparing for battle and heard the bandit leader ordering their deaths, he supposed that maybe, just maybe, it couldn't hurt to be prepared, just in case these bandits might actually be planning to attack. Using one hand to cast ebony flesh on himself and the other to trade his lute for his blade, he entered a novice combat stance, hoping to be quick enough to parry their blows, and perhaps dissuade their attackers with his honeyed tongue.
"Gentlemen, gentlemen, is all of this violence truly necessary? Would it not be much more enjoyable and much less dangerous for all of us if we settled down and talked out our differences over a meal instead? I have been told that I am quite the cook." | Name: Jo'Resfo
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Race: Khajiit
Physical Description: Jo'Resfo is short and wiry for a Khajiit, with sand-colored fur on his entire body except for his face, paws, and a few stripe-like markings, which are white.
Expert Skills: Speech, Alteration
Adept Skills: Sneak, Lockpicking, One-handed
Novice Skills: Light Armor, Restoration
History: Jo'Resfo is a Bard by trade, trained at the Bard's College in Solitude. He is very naieve, quite gullible, and possibly severely lacking in wisdom and common sense, but is friendly and charming towards all, a constant ray of sunshine. Because of this, he is the last person that anyone would suspect to be a thief and a powerful mage, but he is indeed both of these things, and his employers know it well. Because of his charming demeanor and clueless nature, he can talk his way into or out of any situation, and will probably never suspect any of his employers' true intentions, and that is why so many seek to employ him for tasks of espionage.
Equipment: Fur armor, leather boots, leather bracers, iron sword
Other Items: Steel dagger, woodcutter's axe, three loaves of bread, six wedges of goat cheese, four baked potatoes, two flasks of wine, a cast-iron pot, a tankard, a clothes iron, a quill, an inkwell, seven rolls of paper, miscellaneous books, and two lutes.
Known Spells:
-Restoration: Healing, Lesser Ward, Healing Hands, Turn Lesser Undead, Greater Ward
-Alteration: Equilibrium, Oakflesh, Magelight, Stoneflesh, Detect Life, Telekinesis, Detect Dead, Ebony Flesh, Mass Paralysis
Party Control: Yes |
45,593 | 1,239 | 3 | 2,521 | 292 | The bandits cursed as the Breton woman flew from their grasp, levitating herself behind a big pine tree. An arrow whistled by her, and a second followed, but fell short.
"Leave her, we'll get the wench later!" said the middle bandit. He turned to sneer at the Khajiit. "Gentlemen? Do we look like gentlemen? I'm going to enjoy carving you up, cat man!"
Two of the bandits rounded on Jo'Resfo, and began circling him. The one giving orders turned his attention to Aristobus. "Any last words, Imperial?" he said through gritted teeth. "Shoulda stayed south of the border. Nothing but death up here for your ilk!"
###
Deejaza peered out over the melee from her hidden position behind some elevated shrub. The Collector's envoy had said there were others assigned to gathering the bottle of mead, and she had thought that impossibly odd. Why so many people for a lousy bottle? Why pay so much for it?
The smouldering ruins of Helgen suggested an eery answer: perhaps there as no more of the stuff, not the same local brand in any case. What had happened here anyway?
Nevermind. A Dunmer lay on the ground, blood pooling around his lifeless body. The Envoy had mentioned one such agent in the group. A Breton woman had thrown down the Levitation Act quite shamelessly as the melee had begun, and Deejaza smirked at the sight of her.
Crafty. But it wasn't doing much for the hapless Khajiit, who was perhaps seconds away from being turned into dog food.
The clanking of armour rattled behind her, and she cast a backwards glance. Reesh greeted her with a nod - the two had met up a couple of hours earlier on the road, and he seemed an able companion from their short introduction. She motioned him over, and pointed at the bandits as they circled the Khajiit, and then the Imperial who was backing away from what was presumably the bandits' leader.
Reesh gave the scene a brief analysing glance, and then with a nod, casually descended down to the gate with his mace held low and his shield high. | Character Sheet
No custom races!
Instructions
Post your character sheet here using the template provided below.
Please do not post anything else here, all questions and comments should go to the OOC thread.
Character Sheet (Template Here)
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Race:
Physical Description:
It's probably best to actually describe the character if you are going to rely on a picture, or you can do without the picture if you like, but definitely describe.
Skillset: See here.
You can choose multiple skills, however I request you categorise them as Expert, Adept and Novice. This will give me an idea of your character's strengths - and their weaknesses. No characters are to be considered "masters" of any skill, though they may eventually become so if the GM thinks it logical. See the example below:
Expert Skills
Heavy Armour
Two Handed
Adept Skills
Restoration Magic
One Handed
Block
Novice Skills
Archery
Sneak
Avoid creating a master of all trades, for I will not take kindly to them.
History:
Explain how your character got there -- no 'the story will come out in RP' lines, please -- I want a feel for where your character is coming from. Feel free to work up names and places and so forth. Be sure to mention arrests or feuds and debts and the such.
Equipment:
See here for canon lists.
Known Spells:
Use canon spells, found here.
Party Control: Yes or No |
45,594 | 1,239 | 4 | 2,521 | 292 | Aristobus snarled at the bandit leader, "you wont stop me from finding my mother!"
The bandit leader recoiled slightly, dumbfounded by the Imperial's words. "Mother? What?"
But Aristobus did not elaborate. Instead, he threw forwards his left hand, splaying his fingers. A small sphere of fire appeared for a moment, spinning on its axis. The bandit leader realised his peril, and stepped backwards just as Aristobus threw his destructive energy into the ball of fire, making it as large as a man's head.
"No, wait!" the bandit leader cried, realising his sword and tattered armour was an inadequate defence against the spell.
And then Aristobus fell backwards, a feathered shaft jutting from his chest. The bandit leader looked over at the gate, and saw that one of his men had rushed forwards with bow in hand.
"Couldn't you have done that sooner, you pond scum!?" he roared, before remembering the Khajiit was still standing. "Come on you limp mudcrabs, let's get this cat stuffed and be on our way."
The three bandits surrounded Jo'Resfo, jeering at him. "Here kitty, kitty, don't be afraid, it'll all be over soon", one of them chuckled.
The archer of the group stood by the gate, looking up at the pine tree he'd seen the Breton retreat behind. | Character Sheet
No custom races!
Instructions
Post your character sheet here using the template provided below.
Please do not post anything else here, all questions and comments should go to the OOC thread.
Character Sheet (Template Here)
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Race:
Physical Description:
It's probably best to actually describe the character if you are going to rely on a picture, or you can do without the picture if you like, but definitely describe.
Skillset: See here.
You can choose multiple skills, however I request you categorise them as Expert, Adept and Novice. This will give me an idea of your character's strengths - and their weaknesses. No characters are to be considered "masters" of any skill, though they may eventually become so if the GM thinks it logical. See the example below:
Expert Skills
Heavy Armour
Two Handed
Adept Skills
Restoration Magic
One Handed
Block
Novice Skills
Archery
Sneak
Avoid creating a master of all trades, for I will not take kindly to them.
History:
Explain how your character got there -- no 'the story will come out in RP' lines, please -- I want a feel for where your character is coming from. Feel free to work up names and places and so forth. Be sure to mention arrests or feuds and debts and the such.
Equipment:
See here for canon lists.
Known Spells:
Use canon spells, found here.
Party Control: Yes or No |
45,595 | 1,239 | 5 | 675 | 140 | Reesh slowed his pace when the imperial made a hasty move that ended his life, unfortunate as his spells would have probably helped. Reesh realized these men are probably quite inexperienced in proper combat, only preying on defenseless passers by. Their lack of awareness of their surroundings only added to this belief, meaning Reesh could try to mind-game some victory off of this battle.
Using his mace to point at the archer at the gate, hoping Deejaza would take that as a sign to either distract or take out the archer, Reesh then began to jog at the three bandits surrounding the tan Khajiit. Then he began to run. And then sprint. Until he was at charging speed. The clanking of his armour was quickly picked up by the three bandits and they turned their attention to him. The two he was approaching prepared themselves to evade his charge, the one with the loud-mouth barked at him to back off. Reesh, with the help of his tail, managed to shift his weight enough that he could keep his momentum but change his directory into the third bandit, who was caught off by surprise. Lowering himself, Reesh put his entire weight into the bandit, toppling him over while the argonian rolled over top of him. When Reesh had recovered his footing, he quickly threw a heavy, over-head bash at the toppled bandit's head. He was met with the satisfactory and familiar sound of metal meeting flesh. Standing up, Reesh could see the gruesome sight of the fallen bandit's iron helmet slightly caved inward as blood started to pool around it.
The argonian looked at the two remaining bandits as they seemed to back up slowly. Looking behind himself, towards the gate entrance, Reesh spotted the bandit archer laying on the ground with two arrows in his chest. Reesh gave a dark smile as he lifted his bloodied mace onto his shoulder, "Heh. Honestly... I hoped you would put up more of a fight than that bear did twenty minutes ago." Reesh lowered himself into an aggressive shield stance, "Care to prove me wrong?" He hoped his made up story about a bear would help frighten them, as well as the fact that two of their buddies had died. If they ran, he wouldn't mind, if they fought, they would probably make mistakes due to either fear or anger. Either way, this should work out in his favor. | Name: Jo'Resfo
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Race: Khajiit
Physical Description: Jo'Resfo is short and wiry for a Khajiit, with sand-colored fur on his entire body except for his face, paws, and a few stripe-like markings, which are white.
Expert Skills: Speech, Alteration
Adept Skills: Sneak, Lockpicking, One-handed
Novice Skills: Light Armor, Restoration
History: Jo'Resfo is a Bard by trade, trained at the Bard's College in Solitude. He is very naieve, quite gullible, and possibly severely lacking in wisdom and common sense, but is friendly and charming towards all, a constant ray of sunshine. Because of this, he is the last person that anyone would suspect to be a thief and a powerful mage, but he is indeed both of these things, and his employers know it well. Because of his charming demeanor and clueless nature, he can talk his way into or out of any situation, and will probably never suspect any of his employers' true intentions, and that is why so many seek to employ him for tasks of espionage.
Equipment: Fur armor, leather boots, leather bracers, iron sword
Other Items: Steel dagger, woodcutter's axe, three loaves of bread, six wedges of goat cheese, four baked potatoes, two flasks of wine, a cast-iron pot, a tankard, a clothes iron, a quill, an inkwell, seven rolls of paper, miscellaneous books, and two lutes.
Known Spells:
-Restoration: Healing, Lesser Ward, Healing Hands, Turn Lesser Undead, Greater Ward
-Alteration: Equilibrium, Oakflesh, Magelight, Stoneflesh, Detect Life, Telekinesis, Detect Dead, Ebony Flesh, Mass Paralysis
Party Control: Yes |
45,596 | 1,239 | 6 | 2,444 | 3,066 | (Mistaken) | Name: Reesh Mecles
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Race: Argonian
Physical Description:
Primarily dark grey scales over the entirety of his body, his chest, stomache and face having a lighter grey set of scales. A noticeable scar located at the lower right side of his abdomen surrounded by slightly misshapened scales. Two prominent horns that point directly backwards on the crown of his head, along with six more horns, three on either side of his head where the jaw meets the skull.
Skillset:
Expert Skills
Heavy Armour
Blocking
Adept Skills
One Handed
Novice Skills
Alchemy
History:
Reesh was born in the wilderness of the Black Marsh near the Cyrodiil border. He was born into a family of bandits, and as a result, learnt to be vicious and harsh. After an attack from another bandit group, Reesh was orphaned at the age of 12 and sold into slavery over the border. During this time, he was sold to a few necromancers to carry their potions and ingredients. One of the necromancers took a liking to Reesh and treated him like a son, though she was a cruel mother. Through her, Reesh learned a tiny bit about alchemy and various ways one can make healing potions or poisons.
He was finally liberated by a group of mercenaries who were hired to deal with the necromancers as they made themselves home in a cave in Cyrodiil. The mercenaries, calling themselves the 'Dragon Shields', took Reesh in after the fight, mostly an attempt to replenish their casualties. They trained Reesh, now at the age of 16, to be a combatant and taught him they're form of honour and mercenary ethics. They paid him a fair sum of their missions and treated him like one of their own.
At the age of 25, Reesh was heavily wounded in his lower-right abdomen by the blade of a bandit. This caused him to lose a few scales in the spot of the wound. While he was recovering, one of his mercenary buddies offered him some skooma to help take his mind off of the pain. Reesh accepted and has been addicted ever since. A year later, Reesh would leave his mercenary guild and start off solo, primarily due to wanting to start off on his own.
Many years later, after many successful jobs, either working solo or with others, he would receive the job of his life, a mission for The Collector. He immediately accepted the job and grabbed provisions to head for Skyrim. While he questioned the possible danger of this task, as it was an oddly high price for a bottle of mead, he knew the price made it worthwhile anyway.
Equipment:
Steel Plate Armour (helmet is custom made. It's an opened-face helm, with two holes in the back for his horns. It also lacks the goofy wings on the sides.)
Steel Shield
Steel Mace
A black cowl
Various furs worn over his armour to deal with the cold.
A small bag containing his skooma gear.
A bag that he carries both his potions and skooma bottles in.
A large pouch for ingredients
13 skooma bottles (all full)
Known Spells:
None
Party Control: Yes |
45,597 | 1,239 | 7 | 2,497 | 281 | They were in a tight spot, no doubt about that. Both sides had suffered casualties, but the bandits had not faltered. Arielle was terrified herself. She had been in similar situations before but she never got used to them, a sign of sanity according to her. She dared a peek around the trunk and immedietly wished she had not. The archer was looking right at her and nocked an arrow as soon as he saw her. She ducked behind the tree before he had the time to draw and cursed under her breath. People were getting killed. She had to do something, or she might suffer the same fate.
But wait. There was something she could do. The archer was pinning her down, yes, but he had also come out of cover to do so. She could shoot him too, although not with arrows. Arielle had a determined look on her face as she again turned to leave her cover. She prepared a Calm spell and flew out from behind the tree.
The archer had moved slightly to the left, and in the time it took her to spot him he had the time to draw. The Breton felt a strong urge to fly back to safety, but she forced herself to stay. They both released at the same time, he his arrow and she her spell. The arrow grazed her in the side of the thigh, but the spell hit home perfectly. The archer would be out of the fight, confused, but only for a while. It was all Arielle could do to focus on maintaining the spells as she set off towards another tree. Holding a hand against the wound on her thigh, she hoped that the others could deal with the rest of the bandits. | Name: Arielle Lylvieve
Age: 30
Gender: Female
Race: Breton
Physical Description
Short and wiry, with pale skin and a sunburned face. Her hair is brown and curly and her eyes are green. She has the high cheekbones common for her people but looks otherwise like any other Nede.
Skillset
Adept Skills
Alteration
Conjuration
Enchanting
Apprentice Skills
Illusion
Restoration
Novice Skills
Alchemy
Two-Handed (or whatever staves are classified as)
History
Arielle was born to noble parents of low station in the rural areas outside of Wayrest. Although her family was neither rich nor influential they were by no means poor and managed to secure a proper education and relatively happy childhood for her. Arielle, being the only child, was always told how special she was and how she was destined for more in this world. As such it was no surprise that she, fueled by her parents words and the lust for questing typical to Breton culture, decided to leave home at the tender age of 16 to seek her fate elsewhere.
If there was one thing that fascinated the young Breton woman it was the great mage-crafters of the Dwemer. Being a magician herself, and with a penchant for enchanting, she always jumped at the oppertunity to learn more about them wherever she came. She turned out to be a real sponge when it came to information on the Dwemer and had within a few years become more learned on them than many a scholar.
It was this desire for knowledge that eventually led her into the service of The Collector. She had never heard of him until his agents approached her, but she did her homework before accepting, and what she found made her certain of her decision. If anyone could get her in contact with Dwemer artifacts it was him.
Equipment
Sturdy clothes for travelling (Underwear, woolen hose and tunic, thick woolen robe and a pair of leather boots)
A steel-shod wooden staff
A combined spell- and notebook
A backpack with extra clothes, food, water, a blanket and a length of rope
An enchanted amulet that makes people more likely to agree with her (+Speech)
An enchanted ring containing extra magicka (+Magicka)
Known spells
Magelight (Alt)
Levitation (Alt)
Banish Daedra (Con)
Summon Fire Atronach (Con)
Calm (Ill)
Healing Hands (Res)
Party Control: Yes |
45,598 | 1,239 | 8 | 655 | 2,889 | Reesh's sign did not go unnoticed. Jaza nodded, although Reesh didn't see the sign since he'd already gone off, and nocked an arrow on her bow. The iron tip glimmered gently in the sun that streamed between the trees, hopefully no one would see that. As Reesh charged into the bandits, Jaza loosed an arrow from her bow, and as swift as the arrow itself, drew another, nocked it and sent it on its deadly path, straight for the bandit archer, while at the same time one of the allied mages, floating in the air as it were, lobbed a strange-looking spell at him. The spell hit first, paralysing the archer and making him a perfect target. Her first arrow jammed itself straight into his shoulder, shoving him off balance as the second burrowed into his chest. That dropped him to the floor, quickly dying as the combined trauma of the two holes in his torso bled him dry like a gutted pig. Ahead of her, Reesh had dropped one of them by turning his head into mush, and was sizing up the other two for a beating. Behind him, the Khajiit mage had stunned a few of them with a spark spell to the floor, so that took care of that.
Reesh drew another three arrows from her quiver and kept them in her hand. With that, she slinked around the action, trying to distance herself from any other possible retaliation, while keeping a line of sight on the battling group. She could keep Reesh covered, she knew that the lighter, more agile bandits could out-manouvre him in his heavy armour. She edged closer to the entrance of the bandit camp, positioning herself behind a tree where she could see the backs of the two bandits that were busy cowering and backing away from her compatriot. She lined up her first arrow and drew her bow. Might as well, since she was here. Her hand released its deadly cargo and it shot straight towards his back. The iron-tipped arrow shoved its way straight through his torso, the tip appearing out the other side of him. She shifted her aim to the other bandit, and with a quickness not yet rivaled, she drew first her second arrow, let it fly, and immediately drew her third and let that fly too. In the time it took her first to reach its target, her last two arrows were in the air, and they punched through the other bandit's leather armour, embedding themselves in his back and toppling him over.
She quickly hid back behind the tree. As much as she enjoyed a good spot of archery, her other skill was in sneaking, and she did so away from her hiding spot. Hopefully she'd made it seem that the arrows were fired from a mysterious place, freaking out her Argonian compatriot possibly. Maybe.
It did amuse her when she did things that he couldn't emulate. It frustrated him and made her giggle. | Name: Deejaza "Jaza" Mereetus
Age: 33
Gender: Female
Race: Argonian
Class: Archer
Physical Description:
Jaza is a female Argonian, standing at roughly 5' 9", with a tail that's average length for her species. Her scales are a dark green in colour, and her little feathery extensions on her head are long and coloured tan. She wears leather armour as her norm, minus the helmet cause she doesn't like the helmet. Her quiver sits on her waist on the right, full of arrows, and her bow is normally slung across her chest. The sheathes of her daggers lay slung on her belt, criss-crossed against the small of her back.
Skillset:
Expert Skills
- Archery
- Sneak
- Light Armour
- Lockpicking
Adept Skills
- One-Handed
Novice Skills
- Medium Armour
Racial Skills
- Waterbreathing
- Histskin
- Resist Disease
History:
Jaza was an archer. Most Argonians didn't normally go into that line of work but the field of Archery, marksmanship and hunting seemed to call out to her. Due to her exceptionally green scales, she found that she had less trouble hiding in vegetation than most other hunters, and owing to her practiced hand at archery, she soon became a very good hunter and marksman in the Black Marsh. Jaza was a curious one though, and soon took her bow, arrows and daggers out of the Marsh and into the wilds of Skyrim, selling her services as an expert marksman for coins to live by. Of course that soon led to a life of crime, as most people she was employed by had need of her bow in the ending of someone else's life, and eventually that led her to the Collector, or rather, the Collector was led to her. Now she was late to the party of their group's latest assignment, and she needed to catch up.
Equipment:
A quiver of Iron Arrows
A Long Bow
Two Iron Daggers
Leather Armour (minus the helmet cause those helmets never fit Argonian heads)
Known Spells:
- Novice-level Healing
Party Control: Yes |
45,599 | 1,239 | 9 | 675 | 140 | Jo'Resfo was very grateful to the others for their assistance. He was no fighter, hired instead for his mastery of diplomacy. Still, as the others barged in to steal the show, Jo'Resfo decided that he should at least provide some assistance to his comrades, lest he be seen as useless. He could not cast mass paralysis with his Argonian rescuer so near, but there were still two small things that he could do. First, he patted Reesh lightly on the shoulder with his free hand, both as a thanks and as a means to give the already well-armored warrior his Ebony Flesh, which certainly would allow him to fear no damage from their attackers. Second, he rolled quickly to the left, setting his eyes on the bandits' chieftain as he did. The man was occupied with keeping an eye on the Argonian who could probably rip him in two- good. Nobody ever payed any mind to the little cat bard. He lobbed a Magelight at the man's face, then began to somersault back toward the gate before he could see if it hit, out of the way of harm. The magelight would probably do little more than distract and annoy the man for a second, but he certainly deserved it. | Name: Jo'Resfo
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Race: Khajiit
Physical Description: Jo'Resfo is short and wiry for a Khajiit, with sand-colored fur on his entire body except for his face, paws, and a few stripe-like markings, which are white.
Expert Skills: Speech, Alteration
Adept Skills: Sneak, Lockpicking, One-handed
Novice Skills: Light Armor, Restoration
History: Jo'Resfo is a Bard by trade, trained at the Bard's College in Solitude. He is very naieve, quite gullible, and possibly severely lacking in wisdom and common sense, but is friendly and charming towards all, a constant ray of sunshine. Because of this, he is the last person that anyone would suspect to be a thief and a powerful mage, but he is indeed both of these things, and his employers know it well. Because of his charming demeanor and clueless nature, he can talk his way into or out of any situation, and will probably never suspect any of his employers' true intentions, and that is why so many seek to employ him for tasks of espionage.
Equipment: Fur armor, leather boots, leather bracers, iron sword
Other Items: Steel dagger, woodcutter's axe, three loaves of bread, six wedges of goat cheese, four baked potatoes, two flasks of wine, a cast-iron pot, a tankard, a clothes iron, a quill, an inkwell, seven rolls of paper, miscellaneous books, and two lutes.
Known Spells:
-Restoration: Healing, Lesser Ward, Healing Hands, Turn Lesser Undead, Greater Ward
-Alteration: Equilibrium, Oakflesh, Magelight, Stoneflesh, Detect Life, Telekinesis, Detect Dead, Ebony Flesh, Mass Paralysis
Party Control: Yes |
45,600 | 1,239 | 10 | 2,521 | 292 | The bandit leader got back to his feet screaming with agony as he realised two arrows were jutting from his back. He gritted his teeth at the Argonian, but then lost his nerve. He turned to run, just as a magelight caught his face, blinding him with an impossible light. He swung his sword left and right, twisting wildly as if batting away a dozen attackers. A third arrow struck him in the neck, and he fell to his knees with a series of gurgles.
The fight was over.
An eerie silence set upon the scene as the agents of The Collector gathered together, to assess the carnage. Two of their number had been slain; hapless fools who were no match for the common highway man, it seemed. After rooting through the corpses, they found nothing but third-rate armour and weapons, and a few septims. They left the dead on the road - there wasn't time to bury them, not with the bandits still possibly at large.
But what had happened to Helgen? It seemed impossible to all of them that some bandits had managed to overrun the Imperial garrison. This warranted further investigation, but first, there was a bottle of mead that needed to be gathered. They assembled before the gate, weapons ready in case more of the bandits lay within.
Before they proceeded though, they were alerted by footsteps coming up from behind. Thinking they were being flanked by foes, the agents turned, ready for battle. However, all they saw was a heavily armoured Orc warrior, and by her side, the leather-clad slender figure of an Imperial woman. The newcomers quickly held up their scrolls, signed by The Collector's distinctive seal, and so the group had become a party of six.
Together, they proceeded through the gate.
Helgen was a burnt ruin. Houses had been reduced to scorched timbers, the roads were scattered with debris and blackened bodies, and the keep's towers had been smashed apart. What could do this kind of damage, no one knew, but then no one cared. The tavern lay up ahead, or what was left of it. They'd search there first for the mead, and hopefully, they could be on their way within minutes.
And then a volley of arrows flew in from the ruins, and a half dozen battle cries sounded. The arrows narrowly missed the survivors, or were deflected by the armour of any they hit. However, six burly Nords, dressed in bandit attire, rushed from three directions. Four more of their comrades, carrying Imperial bows, followed.
Behind all of them, stood a man who was seven foot tall, and possibly six foot wide. A giant of a man indeed, carrying a large maul. One of his eyes was obscured by an eye patch, and a massive black beard surged down from his shaven head. He laughed heartily, clutching his pulsing abdomen.
"KIIIIIIIIIILLLLLLLLLL THHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEM!" He roared. | Character Sheet
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Name:
Age:
Gender:
Race:
Physical Description:
It's probably best to actually describe the character if you are going to rely on a picture, or you can do without the picture if you like, but definitely describe.
Skillset: See here.
You can choose multiple skills, however I request you categorise them as Expert, Adept and Novice. This will give me an idea of your character's strengths - and their weaknesses. No characters are to be considered "masters" of any skill, though they may eventually become so if the GM thinks it logical. See the example below:
Expert Skills
Heavy Armour
Two Handed
Adept Skills
Restoration Magic
One Handed
Block
Novice Skills
Archery
Sneak
Avoid creating a master of all trades, for I will not take kindly to them.
History:
Explain how your character got there -- no 'the story will come out in RP' lines, please -- I want a feel for where your character is coming from. Feel free to work up names and places and so forth. Be sure to mention arrests or feuds and debts and the such.
Equipment:
See here for canon lists.
Known Spells:
Use canon spells, found here.
Party Control: Yes or No |
45,601 | 1,239 | 11 | 2,444 | 3,066 | To whom it may concern, It is of the utmost importance that I have called upon your expertise for a rather malicious but justifiable task, given you have a known reputation for getting things that aren't yours. I request your... talents to get a bottle of mead, but has slipped past the justice of the kingdom, . No matter the cost, I want this bottle. Signed, The Collector.
The tattered sepia toned parchment had written upon it such fiery language and foul utterances towards the chosen target, and at the bottom where the client had written his name lied the mark that forever sealed Balford's fate, the crimsoned, smeared bloody palm-print to mark the man's untimely demise.
Having met with Lastraad beforehand as per-custom within the city's dank and dark catacombs, a secluded and indeed sordid arrangement only illuminated by dim, flickering torchlight, the exchange of coin was made for bloodshed as the return gratitude. Such were the blood-soaked contracts, notes left upon a withering, hollow tree of the old cemetery where the ravens perched, their cantankerous caws echoing the arrival of a client to the forbidden grounds soaked with the hatred and agony of dead men festering.
There the notes were plucked from the tree as ripened apples dripping with their beautiful nectar, but that nectar indeed held the bite of a serpent's venom, for these were letters unto an evil that forever sealed a man's fate to the grave. The assassin who handled such dark and grim affairs was Alena.
Rolling up the contract, she stuffed it into the crevice of her light and surprisingly flexible armor, emerging from her perch high atop the majestic city of Ardarlan, as beautiful as the day she first laid eyes upon its towering buttresses, it's magnificent and colorful market, its posh and elegant Noble Quarter. This was a city she was indeed in love with, marveling the view with such lustful eyes as though a groom who looked upon his bride on the night they made solemn vow to love each other till death do they part. But the time for sightseeing and awing were naught.
Alena had a mission, find Balford within the city, kill him, and bring back the blood rose as proof of her sinister endeavors. I, the wings who guide the Angel of Death, take flight. It was the mantra of all the assassins of the Coven, the very same that brutish man with the scar across his face had taught Alena when she first learned to fly as Matthias called it. More-so it was a swift leap from atop the belfry of the hallowed temple and onto the rooftops she sprinted forth, leaping over to the other roof adjacent to her, then another until it seemed the woman was gliding across thin air.
Her hastened stride paused however upon lieu of a commotion catching her ears. Ah, the royal guardsmen, their armor gleaming as snow freshly fallen upon the cold mountains to the north and clattering as though pots and pans of iron stuffed so halfheartedly in a cupboard. Twas a sight and sound that made her crimson eyes glint with ill delight, but who be this? They crowded round a woman, a rather striking lass, hair long and gilded a soft shade of honey and eyes, dazzling sapphires. Many a tale was heard of a legendary cloak and dagger that fit such an alluring description, even as far as Imperial ruled Karstberg.
Alena smirked under the guise of her hood and with a leap she crashed through the window with a resounding shatter of stained glass. Her cloak, dark and billowing, it flowed around her slim fitting leather armour, giving a sort of ethereal, haunting presence to the woman and in a flash of her hand, the guards before her fell dead, each with a slender, stiletto blade jutting from their jugulars spewing red. | Name: Reesh Mecles
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Race: Argonian
Physical Description:
Primarily dark grey scales over the entirety of his body, his chest, stomache and face having a lighter grey set of scales. A noticeable scar located at the lower right side of his abdomen surrounded by slightly misshapened scales. Two prominent horns that point directly backwards on the crown of his head, along with six more horns, three on either side of his head where the jaw meets the skull.
Skillset:
Expert Skills
Heavy Armour
Blocking
Adept Skills
One Handed
Novice Skills
Alchemy
History:
Reesh was born in the wilderness of the Black Marsh near the Cyrodiil border. He was born into a family of bandits, and as a result, learnt to be vicious and harsh. After an attack from another bandit group, Reesh was orphaned at the age of 12 and sold into slavery over the border. During this time, he was sold to a few necromancers to carry their potions and ingredients. One of the necromancers took a liking to Reesh and treated him like a son, though she was a cruel mother. Through her, Reesh learned a tiny bit about alchemy and various ways one can make healing potions or poisons.
He was finally liberated by a group of mercenaries who were hired to deal with the necromancers as they made themselves home in a cave in Cyrodiil. The mercenaries, calling themselves the 'Dragon Shields', took Reesh in after the fight, mostly an attempt to replenish their casualties. They trained Reesh, now at the age of 16, to be a combatant and taught him they're form of honour and mercenary ethics. They paid him a fair sum of their missions and treated him like one of their own.
At the age of 25, Reesh was heavily wounded in his lower-right abdomen by the blade of a bandit. This caused him to lose a few scales in the spot of the wound. While he was recovering, one of his mercenary buddies offered him some skooma to help take his mind off of the pain. Reesh accepted and has been addicted ever since. A year later, Reesh would leave his mercenary guild and start off solo, primarily due to wanting to start off on his own.
Many years later, after many successful jobs, either working solo or with others, he would receive the job of his life, a mission for The Collector. He immediately accepted the job and grabbed provisions to head for Skyrim. While he questioned the possible danger of this task, as it was an oddly high price for a bottle of mead, he knew the price made it worthwhile anyway.
Equipment:
Steel Plate Armour (helmet is custom made. It's an opened-face helm, with two holes in the back for his horns. It also lacks the goofy wings on the sides.)
Steel Shield
Steel Mace
A black cowl
Various furs worn over his armour to deal with the cold.
A small bag containing his skooma gear.
A bag that he carries both his potions and skooma bottles in.
A large pouch for ingredients
13 skooma bottles (all full)
Known Spells:
None
Party Control: Yes |
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