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51,802 | 1,401 | 11 | 2,065 | 3,584 | Allia twisted and turned in her sleep as she dreamed. She was running away. Running away from what? Soon, the dream vanished and she was left with her eyes opened and staring up at the ceiling.
She yawned, stretching her arms as she got off the bed. As she looked down, her hair fell in front of her eyes as usual and Allia brushed a few more strands in front of her face.
Finally, she realized that she had no idea where the heck she was. "Ah. Umm.. Mo-mother?" she whispered quietly, looking around the room. It wasn't unusual for them not to be home when she had just woken up but the room. Her mother had changed up her room while she was sleeping before but... her tastes weren't horrible and she wouldn't have gone for this color. Allia flinched, a pain growing in her head as she finally began to piece things together.
I wanted a souffle... so I followed a guy... and then two guys grabbed me. Allia looked down and realized the bruises on her wrist which were a sign that someone had grabbed her with a lot of strength. "I didn't even fight back so did they have to leave marks?" she muttered, beginning to walk over to the door. She was nervous. And hungry. But mostly hungry.
What did they want? Wait... so they really didn't have souffle's or did they not lie about that??? "It'd be mean if they did..." she said, pouting a bit. But why would they take me? I'm not important- unless they want money?? If it's money, her parents would get mad at her afterwards. Allia bit her lip, scared about what her parents would do if they had to pay strangers just because she wasn't careful. This is why you travel with a knife. This is exactly why. This brought back memories of when Allia had gotten kidnapped before. Thankfully they only asked for 50,000$ because any more and she wouldn't have been eating for a week.
She heard a click and looked at the door nob. Allia opened it slowly and peaked outside. There were people. A lot of people. It was probably strange but this made her a bit more nervous. They can't meet my eyes. It's fine. It's fine. Allia went out and began to walk towards the people. There was a man in the distance that was spouting Russian. Quite aggressively. Allia only knew a bit of Russian but maybe she could try and speak to them.
However, she heard crying in another room and decided to check that out first. She slowly walked over to the room and peeked her head inside. A girl that appeared to be younger than her was on the ground crying. Allia shuffled through her pocket and found something. A lollipop. She pat the girl on the head before holding her hand out with the candy. "D-don't cry, yeah? Ah. Umm... sweets always help me." With that, Allia placed down the lolly pop that had a wrapper on the girls lap and stood back up a bit. "J-just don't be too scared though I know this situation is scary. A cutie l-like you shouldn't cry, yeah?" she said it in the most soothing tone as she could, hoping that she wouldn't irritate her even more or cause her to get even sadder. | Allia stands at 5'6" which is a height that she has always loved. Not too tall and not too short but short enough to sneak out of places when she felt like she needn't be there. Allia always has her soft white hair which curls up towards the ends brushed in front of her face. The only facial features that you would be able to see are her rosy pink lips that are small but appear large when she smiles. Underneath that glomp of hair is a cute girl with peculiar eyes that are a mix between purple and blue. Her body, which is quite well toned has a few scars but the most noticeable would be the one on her left arm that looks suicidal but it wasn't on purpose. The one near her right eye has practically fully healed and faded away.
17, December 2nd
Female
Pansexual
Allia, since she was young, was a weakling when it came to socialization. She was bullied throughout elementary and 2 years of middle school. In middle school, a lot of the kids would make fun of her just for the sake of it. She was timid, quiet, a pushover, and awkward. Allia was never good with eye contact. It made her so nervous that she started to feel extremely sick in the stomach. Her school was mainly full of rich kids that had no idea that the world wasn’t just their playground.
Allia was the daughter of a rich couple that managed one of the largest international trading company that they had owned along with her father's family fortune. Her parents weren’t too sweet. They honestly didn’t care as long as she didn’t taint their name and made sure to stay out of their way. She tried to please them but it was a pretty hard job when they wouldn’t even pay attention to her most of the time. Allia felt unnoticed all of the time but over the years, she just got used to it. Grades were important to them. A smart child was a good thing to have so bad grades were not allowed and B's would result in punishment which was usually getting hit and not having any food for 2 days.
Her middle school was a pretty large private school that cost much more than your average private school to get into. The only friend that she had was one of the popular girls that ended up trapping her inside of the storage room for 5 hours straight, thus her fear of dark and small rooms. As well as females in general. Now, her fear for girls has gone down but it still took a toll on her when the girls would gang up on her.
Moving to her new middle school and now high school was good for her. It still had kids that were mean but over the years, she started to hide her eyes away from sight. No one would talk to her too much since she was that creepy girl with the bangs that hid practically all of her face besides her eyes. Then, she could actually have somewhat proper conversations with people without getting shy. In fact, it allowed her to be completely different.
The day that she was kidnapped was a boring one. She was studying for the most part and decided to go outside. They hit her with her weakness. Sweets. Luring her in by promising her a delicious souffle. Allia honestly didn't care so she followed the person that told her there was a nearby shop, only to meet two men that dragged her into a van.
Her power is an extremely simple. Invisibility and the power to become translucent all in all. Since she has just noticed it, it has an unfortunate side effect. If she is nervous at the time, she will become a slight shade of pink before being able to be seen once again. Allia realized that she had this power when she was speaking to someone outside and the wind blew her hair up, causing them to meet her eye. She began to become translucent and nearly invisible, then pink. Allia soon ran away, unsure of what had just happened.
:-:Weaknesses:-: She will start bleeding if she does it too much
-Notes-- She was born with congenital analgesia otherwise known as the condition when one cannot feel pain. |
51,803 | 1,401 | 12 | 1,142 | 1,144 | Chaos.
That was truly what reigned in the hallway at that moment. One after another boys and girls of a similar age to Arthur entered the hallway in a similar state of confusion with questions on their lips. Some were speaking what sounded like Russian. Then, just to established that the scenario was officially unusual, another boy just appeared in the hallway as if from nowhere and then awoke from his apparent sleep with a start. Then a mini-brawl started. And then there was crying.
I'm dreaming. It's the only explanation. Or I'm still drunk. Or high. Is this what it's like to be high? God, if it is, I'm never doing it again. When did I even smoke something? Oh, the kidnapping.
At the remembrance of his circumstances, Arthur felt his self-confidence slipping away into a black pit of despair, mirroring the chaos in front of him. Panic began to well up inside, the confused shouts and the crying echoing in the bland hallway, inescapable and getting louder like a far off storm closing in.
Jesus, boy! Be a man! You're a Charlton and Charlton's don't cower! We don't fail! Stand up straight and try again!
Arthur felt his stature natural straighten, his shoulders rising from their hunched position of defeat and his head lifting as if to face the situation in front of him head on. It was some strange, twisted turn of fate for his abusive father's words to provide the strength he needed in that moment but that was something, he decided, to reflect upon later. For now he would make use of his momentary calm and work out just what was going on.
He was momentarily motivated to call for calm, to get them all to work together and to find out what was going on as a team but he had never been much of a leader; he was someone who relied on established hierarchies to let him know where he fit in and how far he could go. Here... it was all a free for all and no one knew what was going on. Unless he had something to offer up there was no point him lecturing the others to stay calm when he himself was standing on a chasm of the deepest fear he had ever known.
Looking once more towards the others, he walked away down the bland corridor and around the corner. He had no idea where he was going to begin with and noticed he was going in the direction a sign declare was towards the cafeteria. There was no telling how long had passed since his last meal so heading there seemed like a good first stop.
The cafeteria was a wide open room, still bland with white tiles all around and more of those windows-but-not along one side of the room. Tables dotted the room, some small round ones with two or three chairs around them while there were slightly lower but bigger tables, rectangular in shape, with long benches on either side. There was no one there in the room and one wall had a metal grill pulled down to obscure what beyond the wall.
There were, however, vending machines filled to the brim with cooled drinks, treats and snacks as well as a coffee machine and a water cooler; all had no place to put money. When Arthur tried one with crisps in it his selection dropped out without any delay and he collected it from the tray and sat down at one of the larger tables with a bench. As he began to munch he found it easier to concentrate, the food giving him some much needed energy that was not just from adrenaline and the simple act taking his mind off the ridiculous, nightmarish scenario he was in.
A thought occurred to him as he stared at the vending machines, his mind absent as it tried not to comprehend the recent events and how strange it was for him to be calmly eating a packet of crisps in this alien place. The way the machines were lined up reminded him of the corridor the others had all flooded into. Sure, it had been manic and loud but there had been a lot of doors that hadn't opened and he wondered how many others were here in this building, like them. What if one had a disability and couldn't leave the room, he thought.
I'm... not ready to go back just yet though.
He stayed, promising himself he would go back once he finished his small snack. Assuming no one turned up beforehand, of course. | Arthur Ragnarson
Age: 17, born 11th October 1998
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual/Bi-Romantic
Appearance
Arthur is above average height, standing at 5' 11", is broad shouldered and has a strong build from years of playing a variety of sports. Ever since he stopped growing, in the last year or so, he has undergone physical training under the instruction of a tutor to enhance his potential as a sportsman and athlete. As such he is well toned and has a habit of beginning every morning early with a round of intense exercise.
He is naturally pale skinned but has a long-term tan from his frequent outdoors activities and has very pale hair, blond almost to the point of being white-haired. His eyes are a turquoise colour, bright and warm, with an intensity that could be unnerving if it were not for the relaxed air that surrounds their owner.
History
Arthur was born and bred in Southern England of the United Kingdom. His father was a successful accountant to the wealthy in London, often away for weeks or even months at a time while his mother had worked as a lawyer before Arthur came along. After that she retired but still received a sizeable income after inheriting controlling shares of a large stationary company built up by her grandfather.
Ever since Arthur can remember his mother has been mentally unstable and it supposedly only got worse after giving birth to him. Arthur's father never said a thing but it was clear he put a great deal of blame on his son and, although he provided an extraordinarily privileged upbringing, there was no love in the relationship. When the option for going to a boarding school arose Arthur was shipped off before he even knew what was happening and ever since has rarely returned home and even then only for a brief period of time.
As one might expect with such wealth in the family, Arthur had access to the most expensive tutors and trainers with a great deal of expectation thrust upon the only child in the family. His strong academic performance was matched with an array of athletic and other sporting awards and it was inevitable that he was given multiple scholarships to Eton, the most expensive and prestigious school in the country. Here he brushed shoulders with the offspring of former Prime Ministers and other leading politicians, the children of the richest and most powerful businessmen and women and even the occasional Royal (although not any heirs to the throne, of course).
Over the years he learned to enjoy his time away from home and his family and became very independent. A lot of his spare time was spent with various sports team (specifically the badminton, rugby and athletic clubs) and the rest was in the expansive libraries his affluent schools opened to their pupils.
It was during one of these spells in the quiet library that he was seized by the programme's operatives and secreted out to a waiting vehicle, the librarian conveniently called away to an emergency elsewhere.
Power: Accelerated healing.
It was during a rugby game that Arthur first had a clue to his power's existence. A high tackle wrenched his left shoulder out of its socket but his coach forced it back in as there was no sub to take his place and cancelling a game due to injury would forever be a blight upon the school's record. The next few scrums put additional pressure on the shoulder until his collar bone fractured just as the game ended.
Once at hospital it was found the injury had begun to mend already and he constantly exceeded his doctor's time frames for the recovery process to the point of it being abnormal. |
51,804 | 1,401 | 13 | 2,502 | 1,203 | At first, Stasya was too distracted by the searing in her eyes to hear the stranger enter. However, when she felt the hand on her head, panic surged through her, and she instinctively kicked out, digging her nails into the carpet as she frantically scrambled away. “Нет! Да отвали ты от меня, (NO! LEAVE ME ALONE,)” she screamed, blinking blearily and twisting her head around in a vain attempt to see her “attacker”. Gradually, blurry shapes began to resolve themselves into normal vision, and she gasped to see a pale haired girl laying a short distance away from her. “Ах ! I- я прошу прощения ! Я не знал, что ты a- Ты в порядке ? (Ah! I-I’m sorry! I didn’t know you were a- Are you alright?)”
Rolling onto her knees, she crawled over to the girl, the black scales around her face melting into pale skin. “Мне очень жаль , что я не мог видеть , и вы меня напугали . Вы ранены? (I’m very sorry, I couldn’t see, and you startled me. Are you hurt?)” | Name: Stasya Volkov
Age: 16, December 21st, 1998
Gender: female (for now)
Sexuality: unknown
Appearance: Due to the potential extent of the subject’s powers, she may not possess a singular appearance. Currently, however,the subject possesses a “base form” of sorts. This form has the appearance of a fifteen year old girl, with pale-coloured skin, dark hair, and bright blue eyes. She stands at approximately 5’1”. Be advised, the subject has been seen to subconsciously adjust minor details of her appearance based on her emotional state.
Personality: Extended psychological evaluations have revealed that the subject is very compliant and meek, likely due to her past trauma. She is also easily agitated, particularly by close proximity to older males (see subject history for details). This makes her very dangerous, as her powers tend to reflexively activate when she is in distress. She has been seen to have frequent nightmares, though close proximity to a trusted individual appears to alleviate this.
History: Investigation of the subject’s previous life indicates that she came from a low income family. Born in Saratov, Russia, her father worked as a security guard, while her mother stayed at home with her and her little sister. Her father was also an abusive alcoholic. Starting at the age of 15, the subject was repeatedly raped by her drunken father over the course of a year, which appears to have been what triggered her powers; approximately two months after the subject’s 16th birthday she was found covered in what appeared to be scales, with no visible sexual characteristics. Subject was placed in the hospital upon discovery, and obtained shortly thereafter.
Power:
Adaptive Shape-shifting: Subject has demonstrated the ability to subconsciously make medium-scale alterations to her body in response to her emotional state and environment, such as minor alterations to her height, weight and density, epidermal alterations such has scales, fur growth and defensive weapons such as fangs, claws and spines (note: these are not particularly large or sharp). Observation has also revealed conscious minor-scale alterations such as hair colour, skin colour and eye colour. |
51,805 | 1,401 | 14 | 917 | 649 | The first thing Christian noticed when he awoke was the fact that he could not any part of his body. As hard as he tried, he could not get any of his limbs to budge. It was as if someone had set a car on top of him. It was starting to get hard to breathe, and that’s when the panic started to set in. Christian strained, and was just barely able to get his mouth open.
“Hello? Is there anyone around? Help!”
The words escaped his lips as nothing but gusts of wind. At this point, Christian strained to tear his eyes open. He groaned and started to feel an almost burning sensation in his eyelids as they slowly moved apart.
His vision was blurry, but it was easy to tell that he wasn’t in his room. For one thing, the ceiling wasn’t the cream color it should have been; instead, it was a bright, almost unnatural white, like that of a hospital room.
Hospital room…
Christian realized that one, he was able to breathe; two, that he was breathing extremely fast. He slowed his breathing and calmed himself down. He tried to think of how he ended up in the room with the white ceiling. He closed his eyes.
Okay, so, you were driving back from a party. It was a Friday night. You dropped of Alyssa, and then Kate, and then Derek. Then what… Think. Think.
The boy took in a deep breath and slowly closed his right hand into a fist. He opened it, and pressed each of his fingertips to the tip of his thumb; it was something he did when he was thinking, and it was something to check if he had any motor function at all.
I was on my way home. I figured I’d take a shortcut and take the left through the construction zone than take a right. I made it a little ways before – shit!
It was the accident. He sighed and balled his hand into a fist again. The whole street was dark. He didn’t see the car coming. He wasn’t even sure if the car had its headlights on, but he was sure of the fact that the car collided straight into the side of his Audi. The car had flipped over three times, landing on the hood, and he could hear footsteps before passing out.
He was in the hospital. He was sure of it now. Christian strained and lifted his head up, and grunted in surprise.
His clothes was still on instead of a hospital gown, and there was no indication that this was any kind of hospital room. There were no monitors, no medical equipment, no signs around the room about general health. The room actually looked more like a hotel room, than anything.
One thing was now certain – Christian had to get up. The straining started again, and after a difficult few minutes, he was sitting up in bed. The headache that had been with him since he was up, but only now chose to present itself, had subsided into nothing but a small throbbing. It was manageable. Christian finally got himself to his feet and shuffled slowly to the door. He had chosen not to freak out just yet; if the door was locked he would. Just as he was reaching for the door, there was a small click. Christian lunged for the door, turning the knob as fast as he could. He relaxed when it turned, and he opened the door.
Christian was instantly greeted by a sign on the opposite walls with different arrows, specifying different locations. He read “cafeteria,” and his stomach immediately started to grumble. Although he had registered the sounds of other people coming from the left, he left the room looking to the right, in the direction of the cafeteria. He was able to make out another kid just turning the corner to the hallway that lead to the cafeteria, and as he opened his mouth to call out to the kid, he felt something bump into him. | Name: Christian Garcia
Age: 17 (January 1, 1998)
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Appearance:
Christian stands at 6 feet, 2 inches (about 187 cm), and weighs about 200lbs ( about 90.7Kg), lean. It’s actually very uncommon for people to think he’s well out of high school. In the words of his very proud father, “He’s about as close as you can get to a Hispanic Zeus, minus the white skin, hair, and the beard.”
Christian usually likes to wear his extremely dark brown (it’s uncommon for people to mistake it as black hair (his ID even says “BLK” under “hair.”) in a defined side part, with the sides faded. He tries to keep himself clean shaven at all times, and has a straight, almost unnaturally bright white set of teeth. His hazel eyes are usually hidden behind a set of shades, and although they are a big hit among his peers, they’re the least favorite parts of his body.
He is very muscular from playing football and lifting weights (as well as from his power, but he’s oblivious to that). Being Hispanic, his skin has a very well defined tan.
Although there can be a lot to show off (in terms of wealth and appearance), Christian decides to stay humble in the way that he dresses. He chooses to wear casual button ups with jeans, and accompanies the outfit with plain vans. Every once in a while, he will go out with a flashy pair of vans, but that’s about as opulent as he gets.
Personality:
Christian is known around town by the older folks as the, “nice, charming young man.” He is compassionate, caring, and well rounded. He is an excellent student, both academically and socially. Although he is not captain of the football team, he is just as, if not more, popular. He leads a good handful of clubs around his high school’s campus, participates in a number of sports, and is also a Boy Scout.
He is still not without flaws. Although coming from a family that made sure he worked for almost everything he wanted, he is still somewhat spoiled. He can sometimes flaunt his wealth off (without really meaning to), and can sometimes come off as arrogant. He can also be very clique oriented, shifting his personality to that of whatever clique he is hanging around at the present moment.
Likes: Sports, video games, comic books, playing pranks, girls, and other general boy stuff.
Dislikes: Seafood, annoying people, lazy people, disrespectful attitudes.
History:
It’s safe to say that Christian comes from a life of luxury, but has humble beginnings. He was born into a rather wealthy and loving family. His father and mother were both CEO’s of very successful businesses. However, they made it very clear to Christian that he was not going to grow up spoiled. They gave him a very modest allowance, and taught him the value of staying humble and appreciating what was given to them. They made sure that at 14, he was working a part time job to save for things that he wanted to buy. That still didn’t stop them from buying the occasional luxury item like his Audi he got for his birthday at 16.
Before he even went into high school, Christian was very involved with sports. His parents put him in a myriad of little league sports; and he excelled in all of them, maybe even a little too much. He carried that on into high school, becoming first string in every team sport, and dominating almost all individual sports.
His excellence in sports and his school, as well as parents’ statuses, propelled him to the top of the social food chain in high school. He was loved by almost all of the school; teachers, staff, and students alike. He was invited to every party and social event, big and small.
Life was good for Christian, until the day he was kidnapped.
Power: Super Strength/ Toughness.
Think of Colossus from Xmen, except not made of metal, and exponentially weaker. Christian is able to bench almost double his body weight, and his skin is slightly tougher than the average person’s; this means that it is only slightly harder to get wounded (cuts/scrapes/bruises/etc.). It’s really kind of self-explanatory.
Weakness (at his current power level): Because he is so strong, he is slightly slower in terms of movement and reaction time (it isn’t much, but it’s enough for a really agile person to take advantage). His skin isn’t everything-proof. In fact, it’s fairly easy to inflict any kind of damage. For example, if someone wanted to stab Christian, he could (with some slightly extra effort), do so. He also doesn’t do so well in water; he tends to sink easier. |
51,806 | 1,401 | 15 | 1,000 | 1,301 | Nikolai Arkaden
Some new people began to crowd the hall. One girl was screaming, others were confused. The screaming made him concerned, it was certainly Russian. A taller guy walked up to Nikolai and the girl and put himself between them. The young man asked the girl to calm down before he turned to Nikolai and asked if he spoke English. Nikolai was confused for a second, this guy spoke English with an American accent. Nikolai closed his mouth and tried to remember what little English he'd learned in school.
"Da, little bit..." Nikolai said calmly, he crossed his arms and looked around the bigger guy at the girl he'd been yelling at. He wanted to keep yelling at her but didnt bother, this new guy had his attention. Screaming from the Russian girl continued, Nikolai was growing concerned. Presently he only knew of one other Russian in this place and would be comfortable having someone he was capable of confiding in, purely in his mother tongue.
"Where in hell are we?" Nikolai said, he uncrossed his arms and walked down the hall to the door of the room where the girl was screaming in Russian. She was on the floor, another girl with her. The screaming girl was small, pale skin, black hair, blue eyes and she had scales retracting from around her face. Nikolai wanted to be freaked out but then understood what this place was. It was a gathering of freaks. He planted his feet and looked directly at the Russian girl.
"Вставай, это не время плакать!" (Come on! This is no time to cry!) He ordered and walked back to the tall guy, "You have idea where we are? I come from Sverdlovsk, Russia. Your accent is American, yes?" | Name: Lucie Valentine
Nickname: Luce
Age: 16
Birthday: November 6th, 1999
Gender: Female
Sexual orientation: Heterosexual
Height: 5’8”
Weight: 120 lbs
Special characteristics: None.
Appearance: While Lucie might not come across as the most approachable of people at first glance what with her perpetually bored expression and closed off posture, she certainly does present an eye catching picture.
Styled in an asymmetrical bob and dyed a vibrant, flame red; her hair strikes a vivid contrast with her pale skin and dark clothing. Her long, wispy lashes are darkened with mascara and her large eyes are usually accentuated with black eyeliner in an attempt to make the otherwise unremarkable grey of her irises stand out. Silver studs and small hoops follow the curve of her delicate ears, five in her left and three in her right. All this makes her look a fair bit older than she actually is.
The girl exudes the illusion of effortless grace; her long legs and willowy frame further lending credence to this. However, this illusion of elegance only holds for about as long as she remains still. Having gone through an unexpected growth spurt, she’s suddenly unsure and entirely awkward about her body as the next teenage girl.
Personality: Raised by her aunt after the tragic death of her parents, Lucie has grown up to be cynical and more than a little bit spoiled. For someone so young, she’s got quite a bit of vitriol towards the world. It's honestly a wonder she hasn’t toppled over from the massive chip on her slender shoulders. She isn’t above weaponizing the tragedy of her past to evoke guilt in her pushover of a guardian and get her way in the end; which should be a clear enough picture as to how she goes through life. And when the going gets tough, she uses her past as a shield behind which to hide from the problem.
Lucie is alarmingly unmotivated, even for a teenager. Rather than a case of laziness, she simply shows no concern for her future, content to let life just pass her by. Much to her aunt’s dismay, no amount of coaxing or strictness would snap her out of it.
However, for all her facade of disinterest and boredom, Lucie is quite aware of her surroundings and her peers. She pays attention to the goings on of those around her, often surprising them when she speaks up. Of course, as she has a tendency for sarcasm - and due to her acerbic tongue - most of these comments aren’t exactly well received. She’s also prideful enough that sometimes, she fails to see past her albeit very pretty nose - and god forbid she ever admits to being wrong. Lucie is extremely opinionated on certain subjects and doesn’t hesitate to let them be known. She’s quick to take offense and slow to forgive, leaving her with a scant few friends.
Lucie’s English carries a French accent to her words, being a native Parisian and all.
Likes:
Lucie is borderline obsessed with fantasy novels - The Forgotten Realms, Harry Potter, and Dragon Age being a few of her favorites. She can talk about it for hours on end if she isn’t stopped.
Drawing, though she prefers to hide behind the anonymity of the internet while showing off her work.
Obsessive drinker of fine teas.
Sylvester, her lovebird. He's magnificent and superior to all other animals, in her opinion.
Dislikes:
Food in general, fish being particularly offensive. As an extremely picky eater with an abysmal appetite to go with it, Lucie would avoid food if it was at all possible.
Schoolwork; Lucie hates school and puts in only as much effort as to ensure she doesn't flunk out of her classes.
Lucie doesn't like flowers since they remind her of funerals and her time spent in a hospital, when she got tons of those as condolences and well wishes.
Skills:
Proficient in digital art and decent enough in traditional ink sketches, Lucie earns a fair bit of pocket change through her commissions and has a decent sized follower base.
Knows how to swear in French, Tevene, Qunlat, Nilfgaardian and ancient Elvhen.
Knack for perfectly mimicking accents once she hears enough of it.
Making people feel uncomfortable by being tactless on purpose, and with her scathing remarks.
Fears:
As a child, Lucie had an incident involving an upturned canoe and nearly drowned as a result. The experience has left her deathly afraid of water in large quantities.
Hospitals have always been a source of fear and trepidation for her, bringing to mind at least a dozen horrible scenarios of what could go wrong. Her time admitted to one after the car crash served to make it even worse, if that was possible.
Snakes. Squirmy, scaly, slithery beasts that are the embodiment of horror in Lucie's eyes. This might have to do with the fact that she watched a - highly unrealistic, but still terrifying in her mind - movie marathon about killer snakes.
An inexplicable (and rather embarrassing) fear of hers is the paranormal. Lucie has never been strong in the face of horror movies and novels, but anything about the paranormal leaves her torn between hiding under her blankets and keeping a vigilant watch on every little shadow and rustle.
History: Born to Allison and Laurent Valentine, Lucie was a surprise, but not an unwelcome one. The family had their ups and downs but she had a normal and happy childhood. Well, as normal a childhood as one could have with a semi-famous model for a father and a makeup artist in early retirement as a mother. Still, they loved their daughter and doted on her at every point. She was their perfect little angel, after all.
Of course, life rarely gives us perfect happiness.
The little girl who was taught to be dependent on her parents for every little thing suddenly found herself quite alone and entirely devastated when they died in a car crash some time after her seventh birthday.
Lucie's aunt took over guardianship and attempted to care for her traumatized and injured charge the best she could. She walked on eggshells around the girl and couldn't find it in her heart to ever be strict with the poor little thing despite the doctor's recommendations. As a result, Lucie grew up to be tremendously spoiled.
Superpower: Selective Intangibility.
Theoretically, Lucie possesses the ability to render herself intangible, allowing her to pass through matter and energy completely unharmed while at the same time being tangible to interact with what she wishes to. At the heart of it, this power stems from spatial manipulation, manipulating the planes of existence on a relatively small level as the ability can only extend to herself and inanimate objects she is in contact with. It also allows her the capability to disrupt organic matter and electronics by passing through them. An added benefit is that she can camouflage herself to perfectly blend in with her environment.
Weaknesses: Selective intangibility is exactly what is sounds like, rendering her abilities rather limited as to what she can do. Her intangibility can only extend to relatively small objects, and she needs to be in contact with them for it to work. Becoming completely tangible while inside a solid object would injure her, and might even kill her, depending on the molecular structure of said object. While her passing through them would completely damage or disrupt electronics, the most it can do to an organic is to knock them out for a while. Her camouflage ability takes a lot of concentration and is only perfect for as long as she remains still. Once she starts moving, its difficult to constantly keep adjusting her camouflage and she isn't impossible to spot by the slight distortions. |
51,807 | 1,401 | 16 | 2,143 | 593 | Abel "Abe" Parker
Abel watched as the Russian guy came back after speaking - err, yelling at another Russian speaker. What the heck? Were they in Russia? He sized the guy, noting his Mohawk that touched an inch or two above Abel's head. Two Russians? The first guy he'd heard speak had used an English accent. Russians, Brits, and Americans?
"Yeah, American." He said touching his finger to his chest indicating himself. He waved his hands to the other kids in the hallway. "They-" He said, looking back to the Russian. "America and England. I don't know where we are." He said, trying to reciprocate his thoughts to the guy. "You appeared there." He pointed to him and emphasized "appeared." He touched his forehead. "I see in my head." He marched to the door to the room the Russian girl was in. He pointed to her, then rubbed the skin on his arm. "Her skin changed." He said, then motioned to the other kids.
"Maybe- them - everyone. Everyone has powers." He said, searching the kid's eyes for any sign of understanding. He swept his bangs back against his head and blew a puff of air, feeling the stress of this situation. | Abel "Abe" Parker
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Appearance:
He stands at 6'2 and weighs about 180 pounds. He's muscular, but not jacked. He has long dark hair, but usually keeps his facial hair to a short trim (As seen in the image). He wears long sleeves most of the time but usually has them rolled to his mid-forearm.
History:
Abel is the son of a single mother and has two sisters that are identical twins. Being the oldest, and the only man in the house, he took on a lot of responsibilities. He grew up teaching his younger sisters, who were thankfully athletic like he was, how to play sports, which was the only thing they all had in common. Despite this, he was still a more reserved person. He often stayed in his room and played video games and studied computers.
Unlike most gamers and techies , he was also very into lifting weights, though he didn't want to get bulky and look like a disgusting bodybuilder. As soon as he was old enough he started working out until he could lift a decent amount for his size and age. Due to being in a house constantly filled with his sisters and his sister's friends, he often quickly found himself outnumbered and completely overwhelmed by feminine presence in his house.
In high school he played soccer and was actually really good at it. Despite this, he was never a popular kid. The only reason that most people knew him was because it was common knowledge that he could be called upon to fix most technological issues that people experienced throughout a regular day. His affinity to technology made it far from surprising that his ability was Technopathy.
Power: Technopathy
Abel can read and emit electronic wavelengths and take over most common electronics. At first however, he will only be able to read them and feel them, and won't be able to control how he interacts with them. Eventually, however, he will be able to posses technology and communicate with it, and his radius of control will expand. |
51,808 | 1,401 | 17 | 2,692 | 854 | Irina Ivanov
Irina had been on the verge of slapping the Russian guy in front of her but another young man intervened when she least expected. She stared at the taller of the two and listened to the on-going conversation of them trying to figure out where they were and how they came to be, as well as why they were there.
The dark haired girl stood there as she listened to the tall guy that stated he was American and gasped once it clicked in her head what he was getting at. She acknowledged that the appearing guy had said he was from Russia, but she chose to remain quiet about that.
"Um. American?" she spoke to the tall guy again, not having gotten his name before. ""What if that is not true for everyone?" Her accent was quite prominent but her English was fairly well. If she tried, she could probably hide her accent but at the moment, trying to fit in was not in her agenda. Especially if all of these other people had 'powers'. She didn't have powers. She heard her occasional voices, but that was normal wasn't it? Her mother said so. Her mother heard voices as well. Or at least she would tell Irina that she would.
At that moment, she could hear what was going through most, if not all the minds around.
Confusion. Stress. Anger. Fear. Lack of familiarity.
"I'm... My name is Irina." Trying to help with the lack of familiarity.
Her eye contact broke from the tall guy to begin looking around the hallway they were in. There were others that had, instead of coming over to the sounds of panic, had gone off into the direction to the 'cafeteria'. "What if they know something?" | Name
Irina Ivanov
Age
December 3, 1998 (making her 17)
Gender
Female
Sexuality
Heterosexual
Height
5'5"
Weight
130 lbs
Appearance
Irina is of a fairly average height, standing at about 5'5" and weighing around 130 lbs. She has well defined curves that are accentuated by the clothes that she wears. She has muscle definition from her years of gymnastics back when she lived in Moscow. Her hair is a jet black color and falls in curls down to the middle of her back, when straight it's an A-line cut and falls a little more to the small of her back. Her skin is a fair, not too pale color, with a few freckles sprinkled over her nose and on the top of her cheeks. Her eyes are a vibrant emerald green surrounded by thick, long lashes. Irina has hardly ever worn make up and finds it annoying and useless.
History
Father being Russian, mother being Spaniard; Being an immigrant from a foreign country has helped shape Irina through out the years. She was born to a dysfunctional family. Her parents were hardly ever home, trying to work hard for Irina to have a better life than they did but because of that there was no communication and the parents ended up divorcing. Irina had stayed with her mother and moved to Spain trying to find somewhere where they could settle down for a while and live calmly. They finally did, after about five years, but by that time Irina was 10 and her abilities had become more persistent. The voices in her head would begin to overwhelm her more frequently and they would stay for longer periods of time. There were days that she could not handle the voices and got to the point where she’d either cry herself to sleep or the migraine would make her fall asleep. It was because of this reason that she was able to be ‘captured’, as she puts it, and taken away from her mother.
Power(s)
Telekinesis. Irina has the ability to manipulate objects with her mind, such as lifting a book and throwing it across a room, but on a slightly larger scale. That ability is not active at the moment though. It is dormant. Her active ability is telepathy. She doesn’t know it yet but she can hear what others are thinking all at once. She can not control the surge of voices that suddenly attack her, or the constant hushed murmurs that sometimes feel as a background noise in her head.
Weakness(s)
While Irina will be able to easily lift several small objects, larger objects will be more difficult to handle. For things any bigger than a human, Irina must concentrate as much as possible to be able to lift it without dropping it. Lifting other humans as well is rather difficult for her, seeing as how she does not trust herself to keep them safe. Another weakness would be that if too much mental exertion happens, internal injuries will happen. When it comes to telepathy, she can not just delve into others minds as some type of all powered being. If others want to keep certain thoughts ‘private’, she can not read or see them. To start with, Irina can only hear what people are presently thinking and that’s only because she can not control what she can or can not hear.
Personality
A bit of a reclusive person, Irina would technically classify as an introvert but she doesn't think so. She likes to be around others but enjoys just listening to conversations. She has a 'polite' look on her face that would make her seem approachable by others, yet as soon as she speaks it's another story. Irina is very stern and at times somewhat sarcastic when others get on her nerves. She, in some ways, can be very naive at times, not knowing much about the new country, only the town where she resides.
Even with this type of 'wall' that she has built, Irina is a caring person to those that win her heart. She has a soft spot for children and animals and strives to help either one. She also has a major soft spot for sweets. |
51,809 | 1,401 | 18 | 994 | 197 | They poured into the hallway. One after the other; kids. Boys and girls her age just standing looking baffled and in various states of disarray.
Everything seemed to drain away as if the very air had gone out of the hall. Mara blinked as she took in the scene around her as everyone froze in place.'Oh..' her mind numbly muttered as the reality set in but as soon as the pieces clicked the world popped back into play. And when she meant popped it literally popped as a boy appeared literally out of thin air.
She managed a startled cry as suddenly the hallway exploded in chaos as a girl kicked at the boy. Strings of foreign language echoed in the hall as Mara felt her heart leap back into her throat and firmly lodge there. Why were they speaking...whatever it was they were speaking? Russian? She wasn't sure; she wasn't fluent in any language other than English. What if she was in another country? Who knows how long she was out? Her eyes wildly darted around until they settled on a sign written in English. For some reason it offered her a bit of small comfort. Pushing off from the wall Mara hesitated; what was she to do? Part of her wanted to interject at the two screaming as she would do with her siblings but what if they didn't understand her?
In her hesitation another boy the hall rushed forward, "Hey, calm down!" He said, trying to put some distance between them. Part of her felt relived he had stepped in. At least someone was willing to to put a stop to it. "You speak English?" He asked. Her brows arched slightly as she waited for an answer. If everyone could find at least a common tongue things might go a little smoother. Suddenly her attention shifted as another boy passed her. Seemingly nonplussed by the chaos that had erupted around them. Shooting him a curious glace as he carefully picked his way around the throng of people and slipped around the corner, 'Okay, not weird at all.'
"I'm... My name is Irina."
'Ah, shit.' She had missed something. The smaller girl seemed to know English though her accent was thick. By this point she felt rattled. The constant ebb and flow of adrenaline had left her feeling shaken. Her throat burned as she tried to swallow. She needed something to drink. Mara shifted backwards looking at the numbers on the doors. Which room was hers again? Shoot. She had been so wrapped up in shock she didn't pay attention to what room she had emerged from. 'Seven?' The door wasn't too far from where she was and the door still stood slightly ajar. At this point she wasn't fully sure she cared if it was the right or the wrong room as she more or less stumbled in.
'Oh..' her mind mumbled what she could not as she came face to face with a young girl. She didn't look to be more than ten and with tears in her eyes Mara felt her heart lurch. The faces of her siblings flashed before her. How will they fair without her? She could feel tears burn in her eyes but quickly blinked them away, "Are you OK?"
Her voice was stronger but still harsh. She didn't want to frighten the girl though she was sure she wasn't exactly pleasant to look at. Nervously she ran her fingers through her hair; peeling off the matted pieces that had dried to her forehead. Yeah, she was definitely a little rough looking. | Sometimes it's hard to just keep going
But faith is moving without knowing
Amara 'Mara' Nguyen
Can I trust what I can't see?
To reach my destiny
I want to take control but I know better
Name
Amara Nguyen
Age
Eighteen
Birthday
January 1
Gender
Female
Sexuality
Bi-sexual
Room number
Six
Coach
Felix Larsen
Appearance
Amara stands at a mere five foot two, her body slim and willowy. While her heritage is mixed she tends to favor her father who hails from South Korea. Her features are soft and delicate like that of a birds; in fact the only thing that truly stands out on the young lady was the shocking white of her locks. A rare recessive gene that passed from her mother's side. Her flesh is almost as pallid as her hair but that was more of a personal choice. She didn't care for the contrast between her lighter tresses and dark skin. Amara's style was simple; a wash of monochrome dresses and general light fabrics. The only featuring colors was the soft pink of her lips and the dark blue of her eyes. Despite her rather reclusive nature Amara tended to draw attention and over time had developed an easy-going demeanor around strangers.
History
Her life was simple, really. She got up for school every morning around five am and would relax listening to music until the rest of the house would stir awake. She was always an early riser which tended to be helpful when you're the oldest out of four. She'd rouse her younger siblings; helping them dust off the remaining traces of sleep and begin her day. Her mother, Korabell, was a neurosurgeon and often out and working late while her father had actually passed several years back in a fatal car accident. Before then he was a librarian. The stark difference between her parents was probably why they got along so well. Her mother was high stress and always on the go while her father was soft, calm and took his time. They balanced each other out. Amara always admired their dedication to one other and secretly hoped to find someone who'd compliment her nature like they had.
She generally took after her father in more than just looks. She was soft spoken and quiet where her younger siblings tended to be rowdy and rough. In fact her nonchalant attitude had earned her a reputation in high school. Somehow bringing her to cool status within a mere week of transferring there. She didn't completely mind though. In fact it was how she had made her best friend; Nova. Nova was Amara's closet companion. She was loud and outgoing- a little brash at times but that's what she loved about her the most. The girl was never afraid to say exactly what she thought. The two were practically inseparable. In fact she was the only one who had known about Amara's odd quirks.
Her kidnapping was, well it was a kidnapping! Greedy hands that grabbed and pulled and bound her. Shoving her head in a black bag as she was roughly shoved to the floor. She'll never forget that moment. As her heart lodged firmly in her throat.
Power
Time disruption:
It started out with small gaps; she'd lose her footing and it was as if everything slowed for a tiny second. Just enough time for her to recognize that she was falling but never enough for her to correct herself. The longest time was during her father's accident. She had actually been in the passenger side when an oncoming car suddenly lurched into their lane. Everything felt frozen as she watched horrified as her father slowly braced for impact. Out of instinct she had curled herself up and in result managed to avoid the dashboard crushing both her legs. Her father; wasn't so lucky. Amara had never had it last as long since. In fact usually by time she realized it was happening it was already over. |
51,810 | 1,401 | 19 | 1,182 | 1,252 | Myriam Riley Cassedy had frozen on the spot when suddenly chaos let loose. More and more teenagers dropped out of their rooms and onto the white hallway. What has been a few voices turned into a mess of them, some people were yelling in what seemed to be Russian. A boy dropped to the floor and held his head as though having a major headache. Myriam's heart race began to quicken. This scene didn't look much like a safe spot for runaway children. No one here seemed to be very calm. Wait. Someone that could be described as calm moved carelessly down the hallway and followed a sign reading cafeteria. Myriam frowned in confusion. The chaos was making her uneasy, her heart raced and her need to go and hide in a quiet place grew with each heartbeat. But this boy just simply walked towards the cafeteria?
As hungry as the blonde was, eating was not on her list at the moment. She looked around for any help, any big sign on the walls that read "here you can find answers", but nowhere seemed to be anything. So she decided to find the next way out to get some fresh air and some silence. She didn't wanna go through this alone, but at the momental stage of almost-panic and being overwhelemed by all the voices, she could not think straight and just wanted to get out.
So she made her way down the hallway, hoping to find a way out of this building quickly. Air, she needed air. | Myriam Riley Cassedy
Appearance
Myriam stands at 1, 53m / almost perfectly 5 feet and is therefor considered petite. She weights 55kg / ca. 121 lbs and has a sporty figure. She doesn't really have a lot of strength and does't show a lof of muscles, though her stomach is nicely toned. Her skin is not exactly pale, but stays a light white tone. She is rather to get sunburnt than catch a tan in summer.
Her hair is naturally blonde, but gets often mistaken for dyed due to her darker roots that make her seem to have naturally brown hair. Myriam's eyes are blue-green and though mostly being described as blue or green, the light can make them look beige-ish too at times.
Her breasts are a decent B cup and rather perky.
Age
18 years
Born on February 24, 1997
Gender
Female
Sexuality
Bisexual with a preference for girls
Likes
Animals
Dancing (and cheerleading)
Doing sports (especially ones involving a ball of any kind)
Books
Chess
Bright colors
The USA flag and the UK flag
Nature and all four seasons
Creative people (she is not creative herself)
Pizza!
Children
Riding the bike
Magic (she will not hear that it is not real!)
Dislikes
Loud sudden noises
Violence
Mean words
Being touched out of nowhere
Being left out or behind
Phoning or voice messages
Fights
Trump
Politics
Needles
Boxing (she considers it too violent)
Power
Mind Control
Myriam's power is easily described as mind control, although it is a lot more complicated than "I say jump, you ask how high". Her ability in using the power is so small, it's barely there. Her power has only unleashed once in her lifetime so far.
At the moment the only time she will be able to use it, is when in great, deeply fear. If she then uses her words to beg someone for something, it will most likely happen. Though the state of someone else doing as she says will only hold on for a few seconds, it might be enough to give her a chance to flee the situation that put her in such horror.
A downside of the power is that she has to be careful what words she uses. At the momental state it's not a necessity since she doesn't know how to use her power anyway. But once unleashed, her power works freely and cannot be blocked out. Meaning if she is angry and yells "fuck yourself", exactly that will happen. She will have to choose her words very wisely once her power breaks through completely. If she would tell someone to "just go and have fun", they will not stop having fun until either death comes along and reprieves them or the effect of the mind control will end (length of mind control effect will change over the time).
The power only works when her words reach the other person's ears directly. It does not work over any kind of speaker, telephone or through a thin wall or door, ect. However, given that she cannot control the power anyway, that is her least problem at the moment.
Personality
Myriam is a very kind person and was very open and happy until the incident happened. However, now her personality has changed. The following is how she is now, after the traumatising experience.
Myriam likes to stay quiet and observe instead of getting into the conversation herself. She doesn't like to be touched out of nowhere, she has to be able to see when someone wants to give her a hug or touch her arm or take her hand in order to prepare for the feeling. The girl is very scared of loud, sudden noises and will shrink together when hearing any unprepared loud noise.
She loves animals and little kids, always wanted to be a mother herself but now not so sure about anything anymore. Any animal is holy to her and she will not harm them, but rather take it outside the house if possible. She is not afraid of any kind of animal and would gladly own a pair of every animal on the planet - yes even the dangerous and toxic onces. The best way to her heart is probably over an animal.
History
Myriam Riley Cassedy grew up as an only child. She had a healthy social life, was doing alright in school and had fun at playing baseball and voleyball. She was a cheerleader in High School and looking forward to her graduation and college years. And then something changed her life completely.
At a dark, rainy night her father sneaked into her room and what happened had put her into a state of incredible fear and horror that had set free her power for the first and last time in her life. She screamed for him to stop several times and when his actions completely froze, she allowed herself to look at him. Horror was on his face as he couldn't move anymore. The girl pushed him off her, running for her dear life. She didn't understand what had happened and certainly did not know that she had forced him to do what she said.
Not wanting to talk about what had happened, she did not dare to go to one of her friends' houses. Especially since she was scared he'd show up there to collect her and bring her home. So she ran and ran until no more breath was in her, collapsed at a train station far away from home and fell asleep in a corner, too tired to make one single thought anymore.
The next time she woke up, she had no idea how much time had passed and if she slept a few hours or a few days - could have easily been both-, but she knew that she definitely did not fall asleep here. She found herself in the room.
Extra
She can handle a shotgun, but has never shot at anything living, only cans and glass bottles. |
51,811 | 1,401 | 20 | 2,633 | 3,130 | Mayuri Nakasone
Room Seven - Mayuri's Room
Why was she here? What possible, concievable reason could anyone have for kidnapping such a small, innocent girl such as herself? What the hell was the point of this?! She was scared, confused, utterly frozen in place and without a single idea of where she was or what was going on, let alone what would happen.
Why couldn't Mayuri just wake up from this nightmare..? Her body still gently shook with anxiety, and along with it so did the sheets that surrounded her form, obscuring her identity from the surroundings. The sounds from outside were becoming more panicked... There was Russian mixed in there two, that she could identify. What it meant was beyond her, though. Perhaps it was best not to wonder for too long?
Tears still dropped from her sodden eyes, falling onto her legs and the bed, now that she had forgone the task to wipe them away before they fell. At least her hair wasn't getting in the way. Her skirt was getting pretty wet, though... How much was she crying? There weren't any sobs, though, no wails or murmurs. It was silent crying. Silent despair.
But despair couldn't last long in youth. For some reason, she couldn't stay covered, crying, under those sheets much longer. She pulled herself together, if rather haphazardly, recollected her feelings and climbed out from the bed from which she slept. Someone wasn't going to wipe away her tears for her. It was only fortunate that they had stopped flowing.
It took a little to reacquaint herself with walking on wobbly legs, but Mayuri soon found herself staring into the mirror of the bathroom. She looked a mess... Her hair was stuck up in places, her face sticky with tears, and her eyes bloodshot. Already, the place had worked its despair into the girl, and it was working its malevolence all too quickly.
Her gaze swept around the room away from her dishevelled form for a towel, or something, and quickly found what she was looking for. A small wash cloth, enough to cover her face in its entirety. Though that wasn't hard considering how small her face actually was.
She dried her face, and brushed down her hair as best as possible with her hands. Finally, the real Mayu was looking back from the mirror, with a bit of a smile and a less ragged shape. But... There were already tears in her eyes again. They would never leave, would they? A perpetual sadness, despair, overarching and controlling, preventing and destroying? This place was a Hell, and she hadn't even left her room. Where was Big Sis? Mum? Ui, Yu, Sae?
Where was everyone? Were they here too? It would make things better, but... Hold on! What was she thinking?! They... They must have been scared, right? Her family, friends? Surely they must have been... Their... Their daughter never came home, their friend never returned to school. Unless they had been told something, lied to.
All her thoughts rushed around and collided as she left the bathroom, but quickly subsided, shattering to pieces until only one question remained. Who..? There was someone in the room. They looked worse for wear, and rather confused. But... She looked surprisingly pretty despite the... Well, quite road weary expression.
Was Mayuri intruding on someone else's room?! Th-that couldn't be right! She woke up here! Then... Who was she..? She could've sworn she had heard her voice outside just a moment ago...
"Are you okay?"
What did she do?! Um... Well, say something, damnit! Like what?! I don't know, just say something!
"U-um... F-fine..?" well, ask her name then! "Wh-who... A-are you..? Wh-where are we..?!" too fast! Don't question her so quickly! You said to ask who she was! And? I didn't say force THAT question on her! Oh well..!
"I-I'm... M-Mayuri..." | Name: Mayuri Nakasone
Age: 16 (but she looks a lot younger)
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual - not that she's actually had a relationship.
Appearance: Mayuri stands at about 5'4", with blackish-purple hair and dark purple eyes. Rarely, you'll catch her without her red framed glasses adorning the bridge of her nose, but that occurrence is rare unless the girl is sleeping (you perv). Oh, you were wondering... Yes, she actually is 16. She just... Never grew up. Unlike her sister, who grew to be a rather tall mature looking girl, Mayuri never passed her Loli phase. A prepubescent face, a prepubescent body, just about A-cup breasts... Not to mention quite a high voice and a tendency to turn a bright shade of tomato at the slightest thing.
The only thing that could be called remarkable on a girl like Mayuri is her mark. It developed some time when she was around 8, and she's been covering it up as best she can since then. In fact, the only people who have ever actually seen it are her family and closest friends, as she refuses to do P.E. The mark (as seen on her chest in the image above) is the epicentre of her of seemingly random ability. But, why the hell are you looking down her top?! You fucking pervert paedo!
History: History? She looks like she's 10! But, fine. At home, the relationship between her family is as good as you could want. The parents never fight, the sisters are mostly good friends, money is more or less plentiful. School, less so. Sure, Mayuri has many close friends, but that's about it. She stays away from the boys, avoids conversation with others, and is usually made fun of because of her... Lolita body (people are dicks, I know). Her grades are pretty damn good, averaging around a B, and her English is almost impeccable. Its gotten to the point where she only speaks to people in English, besides her family and close friends of course. Its surprising how much English she speaks, considering her native language is Japanese (yes, that's so I don't have to use Google Translate. Leave me alone).
Mayuri was kidnapped in... A rather unconventional way. Being a rather naive character, she tends to fall for things quite easily. But, because of her ability, she usually needs not to worry about the consequence. Somehow, these guys knew. Syringes wouldn't work, and neither would blunt force. So how do you trick a young, gullible girl into doing something that would result in her capture? Well, you get a cat to lead her into an ally, and you have one of your agents give her a bar of chocolate. Works every time ^~^
Power: Spacial Disruption is a rather random, almost impossible to detect ability focused simply on defence at its current level. Spacial Disruption (or codename Praesidium Shield) is a space-time reflective ability stemming from the symbol on Mayuri's body. It doesn't usually take a form, at least not currently, and seems to have an almost random occurrence. The girl has no control over it yet, but nevertheless it is present. If she were to fall and cut herself, the shield would generate. If she were to punched, the shield would reflect it. It could almost be called an unintentional invulnerability to physical harm, but only those passing at a certain speed. If she were shot with live ammo at her current level, she would likely die. |
51,812 | 1,401 | 21 | 917 | 649 | As luck would have it, it turned out that Lucie hadn't stumbled backwards into a wall in her moment of astonishment. Rather, a very tall guy.
For someone who didn't like having her personal space invaded, this made for an awkward few seconds as she backed away to a more suitable distance. Sparing him a brief glance - dark haired, about college age - her wary grey eyes sought out the source of noise in the halls; the guy who had appeared out of nowhere and the girl who'd more or less broken his fall. They were talking loudly in an unfamiliar language she couldn't quite place. Just as it seemed like a fight would break out, another guy - just how many people were there in these hallways? - attempted to diffuse the situation. All this had taken place within a matter of moments.
Lucie decided right then and there that she wanted nothing to do with those people. It also brought up flutter of worries that only served to add to the leaden weight growing in the pit of her stomach. The best thing to do in this situation was to get out... though, just exactly which way was the exit? Perhaps the guy she'd bumped into would know something. He certainly seemed calmer than the others she'd seen so far.
"Do you speak English?"
She desperately hoped that he did. The girl couldn't very well handle it if yet another person started spouting words she couldn't understand. Wrapping her arms around herself as she waited for his reply, Lucie suddenly shivered as the image of a guy appearing out of nowhere replayed itself in her mind. That wasn't anywhere within the realm of normalcy. Were the effects of whichever drugs she'd been dosed with still active? Her knowledge of recreational drugs were solely limited to what she had heard from others in passing conversation.
The maps on the wall showed the way to other places, but strangely had no exits marked on it. The implications of it were chilling. | Name: Christian Garcia
Age: 17 (January 1, 1998)
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Appearance:
Christian stands at 6 feet, 2 inches (about 187 cm), and weighs about 200lbs ( about 90.7Kg), lean. It’s actually very uncommon for people to think he’s well out of high school. In the words of his very proud father, “He’s about as close as you can get to a Hispanic Zeus, minus the white skin, hair, and the beard.”
Christian usually likes to wear his extremely dark brown (it’s uncommon for people to mistake it as black hair (his ID even says “BLK” under “hair.”) in a defined side part, with the sides faded. He tries to keep himself clean shaven at all times, and has a straight, almost unnaturally bright white set of teeth. His hazel eyes are usually hidden behind a set of shades, and although they are a big hit among his peers, they’re the least favorite parts of his body.
He is very muscular from playing football and lifting weights (as well as from his power, but he’s oblivious to that). Being Hispanic, his skin has a very well defined tan.
Although there can be a lot to show off (in terms of wealth and appearance), Christian decides to stay humble in the way that he dresses. He chooses to wear casual button ups with jeans, and accompanies the outfit with plain vans. Every once in a while, he will go out with a flashy pair of vans, but that’s about as opulent as he gets.
Personality:
Christian is known around town by the older folks as the, “nice, charming young man.” He is compassionate, caring, and well rounded. He is an excellent student, both academically and socially. Although he is not captain of the football team, he is just as, if not more, popular. He leads a good handful of clubs around his high school’s campus, participates in a number of sports, and is also a Boy Scout.
He is still not without flaws. Although coming from a family that made sure he worked for almost everything he wanted, he is still somewhat spoiled. He can sometimes flaunt his wealth off (without really meaning to), and can sometimes come off as arrogant. He can also be very clique oriented, shifting his personality to that of whatever clique he is hanging around at the present moment.
Likes: Sports, video games, comic books, playing pranks, girls, and other general boy stuff.
Dislikes: Seafood, annoying people, lazy people, disrespectful attitudes.
History:
It’s safe to say that Christian comes from a life of luxury, but has humble beginnings. He was born into a rather wealthy and loving family. His father and mother were both CEO’s of very successful businesses. However, they made it very clear to Christian that he was not going to grow up spoiled. They gave him a very modest allowance, and taught him the value of staying humble and appreciating what was given to them. They made sure that at 14, he was working a part time job to save for things that he wanted to buy. That still didn’t stop them from buying the occasional luxury item like his Audi he got for his birthday at 16.
Before he even went into high school, Christian was very involved with sports. His parents put him in a myriad of little league sports; and he excelled in all of them, maybe even a little too much. He carried that on into high school, becoming first string in every team sport, and dominating almost all individual sports.
His excellence in sports and his school, as well as parents’ statuses, propelled him to the top of the social food chain in high school. He was loved by almost all of the school; teachers, staff, and students alike. He was invited to every party and social event, big and small.
Life was good for Christian, until the day he was kidnapped.
Power: Super Strength/ Toughness.
Think of Colossus from Xmen, except not made of metal, and exponentially weaker. Christian is able to bench almost double his body weight, and his skin is slightly tougher than the average person’s; this means that it is only slightly harder to get wounded (cuts/scrapes/bruises/etc.). It’s really kind of self-explanatory.
Weakness (at his current power level): Because he is so strong, he is slightly slower in terms of movement and reaction time (it isn’t much, but it’s enough for a really agile person to take advantage). His skin isn’t everything-proof. In fact, it’s fairly easy to inflict any kind of damage. For example, if someone wanted to stab Christian, he could (with some slightly extra effort), do so. He also doesn’t do so well in water; he tends to sink easier. |
51,813 | 1,401 | 22 | 2,065 | 3,584 | Allia was startled as the girl went frantic, kicking and screaming. Allia's eyes went wide as she stared at the girl. Was she... ok? Allia looked down at her stomach which had just gotten kicked. She held her stomach unconsciously and looked back up at her. This is why she shouldn’t pat strangers but it was a habit.
“Ах ! I- я прошу прощения ! Я не знал, что ты a- Ты в порядке ? (Ah! I-I’m sorry! I didn’t know you were a- Are you alright?”
She smiled and nodded. "я в порядке. Ты?" Translation: “I’m fine. Are you?” With that, Allia smiled brightly. It was quite obvious that she didn't feel any of the pain. Allia was extremely tempted to pat her head but resisted. Soon, another man came up and began to yell at her. Rude. This Russian man was rude. Allia frowned at the man and looked back at the girl once he had left.
“Извини за это.” Translation: “Sorry about that.” She says, taking a stand. Either way, she was hungry. Allia felt bad about that and with all the people here, she didn’t feel good. She smiled and waved, going towards the cafeteria.
While she walked, Allia hummed a soothing tone. She may have seemed like she was holding it together but she was beginning to get afraid. Allia had heard one of the guys mention all of them having powers and he was probably right. Once again, she was causing trouble for her parents. Hopefully it didn’t get out into the public that she was missing because that would be terrible. It would seem like they couldn't take care of her child. Allia shut her eyes and finally made it into the cafeteria. She looked down as she walked and played with her fingers, the anxiety brewing inside of her.
Soon, she saw a vending and tried to find some money slot or whatever. However, there wasn’t such a thing. She began to punch in numbers and decided to get a pack of gummies. She smiled once she received them and nearly took a seat at a nearby table before realizing something. She wasn’t the only one in there. Allia nearly jumped back as she saw the boy that was sitting there eating crisps.
“Ah. S-sorry.” she said, looking back down. How many people were here? Wait. Was this the moment when she escaped? Was this where she walked away or would that be rude? Allia took a few breaths and calmed herself down. She wasn’t sure if she was allowed to take a seat here anymore and sort of froze in her place before slowly pulling out the chair and taking a seat. She looked down and started eating her gummies, peeking up at the guy sitting at the table. He can’t see my eyes so it’s fine.
Tall. That was the first thing that she noticed. He was extremely tall and looked like an athlete. The second thing that she realized was his eyes. They were extremely pretty and looked like jewels. All of the people here were either american or Russian so far while she was just a girl from Europe that had a British accent. However, he did look a bit Caucasian. Her eyes wandered everywhere as she struggled over if she was supposed to make conversation or not. Allia was happy to be getting some food in her stomach at least but she chose to speak.
"D-do you have powers as well?" she asked, looking over at him and eating another little gummy. | Allia stands at 5'6" which is a height that she has always loved. Not too tall and not too short but short enough to sneak out of places when she felt like she needn't be there. Allia always has her soft white hair which curls up towards the ends brushed in front of her face. The only facial features that you would be able to see are her rosy pink lips that are small but appear large when she smiles. Underneath that glomp of hair is a cute girl with peculiar eyes that are a mix between purple and blue. Her body, which is quite well toned has a few scars but the most noticeable would be the one on her left arm that looks suicidal but it wasn't on purpose. The one near her right eye has practically fully healed and faded away.
17, December 2nd
Female
Pansexual
Allia, since she was young, was a weakling when it came to socialization. She was bullied throughout elementary and 2 years of middle school. In middle school, a lot of the kids would make fun of her just for the sake of it. She was timid, quiet, a pushover, and awkward. Allia was never good with eye contact. It made her so nervous that she started to feel extremely sick in the stomach. Her school was mainly full of rich kids that had no idea that the world wasn’t just their playground.
Allia was the daughter of a rich couple that managed one of the largest international trading company that they had owned along with her father's family fortune. Her parents weren’t too sweet. They honestly didn’t care as long as she didn’t taint their name and made sure to stay out of their way. She tried to please them but it was a pretty hard job when they wouldn’t even pay attention to her most of the time. Allia felt unnoticed all of the time but over the years, she just got used to it. Grades were important to them. A smart child was a good thing to have so bad grades were not allowed and B's would result in punishment which was usually getting hit and not having any food for 2 days.
Her middle school was a pretty large private school that cost much more than your average private school to get into. The only friend that she had was one of the popular girls that ended up trapping her inside of the storage room for 5 hours straight, thus her fear of dark and small rooms. As well as females in general. Now, her fear for girls has gone down but it still took a toll on her when the girls would gang up on her.
Moving to her new middle school and now high school was good for her. It still had kids that were mean but over the years, she started to hide her eyes away from sight. No one would talk to her too much since she was that creepy girl with the bangs that hid practically all of her face besides her eyes. Then, she could actually have somewhat proper conversations with people without getting shy. In fact, it allowed her to be completely different.
The day that she was kidnapped was a boring one. She was studying for the most part and decided to go outside. They hit her with her weakness. Sweets. Luring her in by promising her a delicious souffle. Allia honestly didn't care so she followed the person that told her there was a nearby shop, only to meet two men that dragged her into a van.
Her power is an extremely simple. Invisibility and the power to become translucent all in all. Since she has just noticed it, it has an unfortunate side effect. If she is nervous at the time, she will become a slight shade of pink before being able to be seen once again. Allia realized that she had this power when she was speaking to someone outside and the wind blew her hair up, causing them to meet her eye. She began to become translucent and nearly invisible, then pink. Allia soon ran away, unsure of what had just happened.
:-:Weaknesses:-: She will start bleeding if she does it too much
-Notes-- She was born with congenital analgesia otherwise known as the condition when one cannot feel pain. |
51,814 | 1,401 | 23 | 1,000 | 1,301 | Nikolai Arkaden
Nikolai nodded. Everyone here certainly had powers. Nikolai wasnt wondering about what these other people had as powers. Though he was mildly curious, some of these people could be threats eventually. At the moment was wondering who had put them here, the people who'd taken him had been in black combat uniforms. No defined country, no logo, no insignia. This place was the same, no way to tell where the hell they were. No way to tell in who's care they were in. Some girl introduced herself then walked to the room where the younger Russian girl was. Nikolai wanted to shout at the people that were just walking off. He figured the easiest thing to do would be to introduce himself.
"I'm Nikolai Arkaden," Nikolai said to the first girl he'd met, "Удовольствие встретить Вас."
(Pleasure to meet you.)
"I dont know why they arent more concerned," His accent thicker than molasses, "I was taken. Just trying to finish tattoo, then I got drugged and shocked. I want know where we are."
His tone was noticeably agitated, he was getting more uncomfortable with being here. He didnt know these people, and he was the only one who'd displayed any kind of ability. He was starting to want to run then he wasnt where he had been. He was now in a room with a pool table, air hockey, and several chairs set around square tables. He saw a high definition television on the wall too.
"Buj moi..." He said with a hand scratching his head, he quickly looked around for a door and found one that led to a hall way. He found a directory labeled in English. He cursed to himself before seeing a food icon beside one of the names, he followed the hall way before finding himself entering the cafeteria opposite where the others had entered from.
"Без перевода."
(God Damnit) | Name: Lucie Valentine
Nickname: Luce
Age: 16
Birthday: November 6th, 1999
Gender: Female
Sexual orientation: Heterosexual
Height: 5’8”
Weight: 120 lbs
Special characteristics: None.
Appearance: While Lucie might not come across as the most approachable of people at first glance what with her perpetually bored expression and closed off posture, she certainly does present an eye catching picture.
Styled in an asymmetrical bob and dyed a vibrant, flame red; her hair strikes a vivid contrast with her pale skin and dark clothing. Her long, wispy lashes are darkened with mascara and her large eyes are usually accentuated with black eyeliner in an attempt to make the otherwise unremarkable grey of her irises stand out. Silver studs and small hoops follow the curve of her delicate ears, five in her left and three in her right. All this makes her look a fair bit older than she actually is.
The girl exudes the illusion of effortless grace; her long legs and willowy frame further lending credence to this. However, this illusion of elegance only holds for about as long as she remains still. Having gone through an unexpected growth spurt, she’s suddenly unsure and entirely awkward about her body as the next teenage girl.
Personality: Raised by her aunt after the tragic death of her parents, Lucie has grown up to be cynical and more than a little bit spoiled. For someone so young, she’s got quite a bit of vitriol towards the world. It's honestly a wonder she hasn’t toppled over from the massive chip on her slender shoulders. She isn’t above weaponizing the tragedy of her past to evoke guilt in her pushover of a guardian and get her way in the end; which should be a clear enough picture as to how she goes through life. And when the going gets tough, she uses her past as a shield behind which to hide from the problem.
Lucie is alarmingly unmotivated, even for a teenager. Rather than a case of laziness, she simply shows no concern for her future, content to let life just pass her by. Much to her aunt’s dismay, no amount of coaxing or strictness would snap her out of it.
However, for all her facade of disinterest and boredom, Lucie is quite aware of her surroundings and her peers. She pays attention to the goings on of those around her, often surprising them when she speaks up. Of course, as she has a tendency for sarcasm - and due to her acerbic tongue - most of these comments aren’t exactly well received. She’s also prideful enough that sometimes, she fails to see past her albeit very pretty nose - and god forbid she ever admits to being wrong. Lucie is extremely opinionated on certain subjects and doesn’t hesitate to let them be known. She’s quick to take offense and slow to forgive, leaving her with a scant few friends.
Lucie’s English carries a French accent to her words, being a native Parisian and all.
Likes:
Lucie is borderline obsessed with fantasy novels - The Forgotten Realms, Harry Potter, and Dragon Age being a few of her favorites. She can talk about it for hours on end if she isn’t stopped.
Drawing, though she prefers to hide behind the anonymity of the internet while showing off her work.
Obsessive drinker of fine teas.
Sylvester, her lovebird. He's magnificent and superior to all other animals, in her opinion.
Dislikes:
Food in general, fish being particularly offensive. As an extremely picky eater with an abysmal appetite to go with it, Lucie would avoid food if it was at all possible.
Schoolwork; Lucie hates school and puts in only as much effort as to ensure she doesn't flunk out of her classes.
Lucie doesn't like flowers since they remind her of funerals and her time spent in a hospital, when she got tons of those as condolences and well wishes.
Skills:
Proficient in digital art and decent enough in traditional ink sketches, Lucie earns a fair bit of pocket change through her commissions and has a decent sized follower base.
Knows how to swear in French, Tevene, Qunlat, Nilfgaardian and ancient Elvhen.
Knack for perfectly mimicking accents once she hears enough of it.
Making people feel uncomfortable by being tactless on purpose, and with her scathing remarks.
Fears:
As a child, Lucie had an incident involving an upturned canoe and nearly drowned as a result. The experience has left her deathly afraid of water in large quantities.
Hospitals have always been a source of fear and trepidation for her, bringing to mind at least a dozen horrible scenarios of what could go wrong. Her time admitted to one after the car crash served to make it even worse, if that was possible.
Snakes. Squirmy, scaly, slithery beasts that are the embodiment of horror in Lucie's eyes. This might have to do with the fact that she watched a - highly unrealistic, but still terrifying in her mind - movie marathon about killer snakes.
An inexplicable (and rather embarrassing) fear of hers is the paranormal. Lucie has never been strong in the face of horror movies and novels, but anything about the paranormal leaves her torn between hiding under her blankets and keeping a vigilant watch on every little shadow and rustle.
History: Born to Allison and Laurent Valentine, Lucie was a surprise, but not an unwelcome one. The family had their ups and downs but she had a normal and happy childhood. Well, as normal a childhood as one could have with a semi-famous model for a father and a makeup artist in early retirement as a mother. Still, they loved their daughter and doted on her at every point. She was their perfect little angel, after all.
Of course, life rarely gives us perfect happiness.
The little girl who was taught to be dependent on her parents for every little thing suddenly found herself quite alone and entirely devastated when they died in a car crash some time after her seventh birthday.
Lucie's aunt took over guardianship and attempted to care for her traumatized and injured charge the best she could. She walked on eggshells around the girl and couldn't find it in her heart to ever be strict with the poor little thing despite the doctor's recommendations. As a result, Lucie grew up to be tremendously spoiled.
Superpower: Selective Intangibility.
Theoretically, Lucie possesses the ability to render herself intangible, allowing her to pass through matter and energy completely unharmed while at the same time being tangible to interact with what she wishes to. At the heart of it, this power stems from spatial manipulation, manipulating the planes of existence on a relatively small level as the ability can only extend to herself and inanimate objects she is in contact with. It also allows her the capability to disrupt organic matter and electronics by passing through them. An added benefit is that she can camouflage herself to perfectly blend in with her environment.
Weaknesses: Selective intangibility is exactly what is sounds like, rendering her abilities rather limited as to what she can do. Her intangibility can only extend to relatively small objects, and she needs to be in contact with them for it to work. Becoming completely tangible while inside a solid object would injure her, and might even kill her, depending on the molecular structure of said object. While her passing through them would completely damage or disrupt electronics, the most it can do to an organic is to knock them out for a while. Her camouflage ability takes a lot of concentration and is only perfect for as long as she remains still. Once she starts moving, its difficult to constantly keep adjusting her camouflage and she isn't impossible to spot by the slight distortions. |
51,815 | 1,401 | 24 | 917 | 649 | Christian immediately spun around after the something had bumped into him, and found a rather oddly dressed female taking a few steps back in order to gather space. It was at that moment that the sounds coming from the other side of the hall had started to register. Christian closed his eyes momentarily and shuddered as the loud noises grew louder and louder. Once he opened his eyes, he focused on the group of kids yelling at each other. They seemed to be yelling in a language he hadn’t heard before. He didn’t recognize any of the kids, which means he definitely wasn’t anywhere in the immediate area outside of his city in California.
Does that mean I’m in another country? How is that possible? How did I get here? Was this after the crash?
He snapped out of his thoughts when he heard the oddly dressed girl speak. It was English, which Christian was ecstatic about, but it had a very noticeable French accent.
“Uh, yeah,” Christian said, uncertain. He blinked a couple of times and ran a hand over his side part. “I speak English. Glad to hear that someone else does, as well. Do you know where we are? How did I get here? What are you doing in that outfit? Were you the one who was at the crash?”
At that moment, that’s when the pain in his right ribcage presented itself. It wasn’t unbearable, but it was definitely uncomfortable. Christian raised his hand up to his side and gently placed it on the spot where the pain seemed to be emanating from. He shook his head and offered a small, weary smile at the lady.
“I’m sorry. My name is Christian. What’s yo-”
The young man’s eyes widened and he immediately pointed at the spot where one of the kids used to be. He had been saying something Christian couldn’t make out, and in an instant, the kid had vanished. It was impossible.
“Did you see that!?” He asked the girl in front of him. “He just… disappeared! How did he do that!?” | Name: Christian Garcia
Age: 17 (January 1, 1998)
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Appearance:
Christian stands at 6 feet, 2 inches (about 187 cm), and weighs about 200lbs ( about 90.7Kg), lean. It’s actually very uncommon for people to think he’s well out of high school. In the words of his very proud father, “He’s about as close as you can get to a Hispanic Zeus, minus the white skin, hair, and the beard.”
Christian usually likes to wear his extremely dark brown (it’s uncommon for people to mistake it as black hair (his ID even says “BLK” under “hair.”) in a defined side part, with the sides faded. He tries to keep himself clean shaven at all times, and has a straight, almost unnaturally bright white set of teeth. His hazel eyes are usually hidden behind a set of shades, and although they are a big hit among his peers, they’re the least favorite parts of his body.
He is very muscular from playing football and lifting weights (as well as from his power, but he’s oblivious to that). Being Hispanic, his skin has a very well defined tan.
Although there can be a lot to show off (in terms of wealth and appearance), Christian decides to stay humble in the way that he dresses. He chooses to wear casual button ups with jeans, and accompanies the outfit with plain vans. Every once in a while, he will go out with a flashy pair of vans, but that’s about as opulent as he gets.
Personality:
Christian is known around town by the older folks as the, “nice, charming young man.” He is compassionate, caring, and well rounded. He is an excellent student, both academically and socially. Although he is not captain of the football team, he is just as, if not more, popular. He leads a good handful of clubs around his high school’s campus, participates in a number of sports, and is also a Boy Scout.
He is still not without flaws. Although coming from a family that made sure he worked for almost everything he wanted, he is still somewhat spoiled. He can sometimes flaunt his wealth off (without really meaning to), and can sometimes come off as arrogant. He can also be very clique oriented, shifting his personality to that of whatever clique he is hanging around at the present moment.
Likes: Sports, video games, comic books, playing pranks, girls, and other general boy stuff.
Dislikes: Seafood, annoying people, lazy people, disrespectful attitudes.
History:
It’s safe to say that Christian comes from a life of luxury, but has humble beginnings. He was born into a rather wealthy and loving family. His father and mother were both CEO’s of very successful businesses. However, they made it very clear to Christian that he was not going to grow up spoiled. They gave him a very modest allowance, and taught him the value of staying humble and appreciating what was given to them. They made sure that at 14, he was working a part time job to save for things that he wanted to buy. That still didn’t stop them from buying the occasional luxury item like his Audi he got for his birthday at 16.
Before he even went into high school, Christian was very involved with sports. His parents put him in a myriad of little league sports; and he excelled in all of them, maybe even a little too much. He carried that on into high school, becoming first string in every team sport, and dominating almost all individual sports.
His excellence in sports and his school, as well as parents’ statuses, propelled him to the top of the social food chain in high school. He was loved by almost all of the school; teachers, staff, and students alike. He was invited to every party and social event, big and small.
Life was good for Christian, until the day he was kidnapped.
Power: Super Strength/ Toughness.
Think of Colossus from Xmen, except not made of metal, and exponentially weaker. Christian is able to bench almost double his body weight, and his skin is slightly tougher than the average person’s; this means that it is only slightly harder to get wounded (cuts/scrapes/bruises/etc.). It’s really kind of self-explanatory.
Weakness (at his current power level): Because he is so strong, he is slightly slower in terms of movement and reaction time (it isn’t much, but it’s enough for a really agile person to take advantage). His skin isn’t everything-proof. In fact, it’s fairly easy to inflict any kind of damage. For example, if someone wanted to stab Christian, he could (with some slightly extra effort), do so. He also doesn’t do so well in water; he tends to sink easier. |
51,816 | 1,401 | 25 | 2,143 | 593 | Abel "Abe" Parker
He looked down at the girl, who introduced herself as Irina. "Pleasure." He said with a harsh laugh under his breath. "I'm Abel." He said, then looked around the hallway. He decided to allow the others to figure out what they were doing for themselves. He wasn't their leader, so there was no point in trying to lead them
When she pointed out the guys that had walked down the hall. He contemplated his options. Honestly, he really would've preferred to go back to his room and sleep this all away. He still felt like his arms and legs were made of lead. He sighed and glanced down the hallway again.
"Nikolai, let's-" He was about to say, but the Russian had already run off. He shrugged, backpedalling and looking at Irina as he jogged backwards. "I guess we follow him." He said, then turned and chased after Nikolai, the girl presumably following close behind. He stopped when Nikolai halted in the doorway to a white cafeteria with an array of tables. He saw that three others had already found their way here.
"What the heck is going on?" He muttered to no one in particular. | Abel "Abe" Parker
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Appearance:
He stands at 6'2 and weighs about 180 pounds. He's muscular, but not jacked. He has long dark hair, but usually keeps his facial hair to a short trim (As seen in the image). He wears long sleeves most of the time but usually has them rolled to his mid-forearm.
History:
Abel is the son of a single mother and has two sisters that are identical twins. Being the oldest, and the only man in the house, he took on a lot of responsibilities. He grew up teaching his younger sisters, who were thankfully athletic like he was, how to play sports, which was the only thing they all had in common. Despite this, he was still a more reserved person. He often stayed in his room and played video games and studied computers.
Unlike most gamers and techies , he was also very into lifting weights, though he didn't want to get bulky and look like a disgusting bodybuilder. As soon as he was old enough he started working out until he could lift a decent amount for his size and age. Due to being in a house constantly filled with his sisters and his sister's friends, he often quickly found himself outnumbered and completely overwhelmed by feminine presence in his house.
In high school he played soccer and was actually really good at it. Despite this, he was never a popular kid. The only reason that most people knew him was because it was common knowledge that he could be called upon to fix most technological issues that people experienced throughout a regular day. His affinity to technology made it far from surprising that his ability was Technopathy.
Power: Technopathy
Abel can read and emit electronic wavelengths and take over most common electronics. At first however, he will only be able to read them and feel them, and won't be able to control how he interacts with them. Eventually, however, he will be able to posses technology and communicate with it, and his radius of control will expand. |
51,817 | 1,401 | 26 | 2,502 | 1,203 | я в порядке. Ты? (I’m fine, are you?)
Sighing in relief, Stasya gave a small smile, and the scales began to retreat further down her neck. Apparently she hadn’t hit the girl that hard. “Это хорошо. Мне очень жаль-(That’s good. I’m sorry-)“
Вставай, это не время плакать! (Come on! This is no time to cry!)”
She flinched at the rough male voice that shouted at her, and in a heartbeat the scales re-established themselves on her face. “Прости! Я- (I’m sorry! I-)” By the time she looked up though, he was already gone. Feeling helpless, she looked back to the girl she had kicked (whose accent was atrocious).
The girl’s eyes followed the boy, and her expression suggested that she was not pleased with him. She looked back to Stasya, bearing a reassuring smile. “Извини за это. (Sorry about that.)” With that, she stood up and departed. Now alone, Stasya curled up into a ball again, pressing her face into her knees. She didn’t know what she had done to deserve being shouted at. She didn’t know who these people were, she didn’t even know where she was. The last thing she remembered was a nurse coming into her room at the hospital and injecting something into her arm, once the needle had actually broken through the scales that covered her. Then she woke up in this strange place that reminded her of a motel they had once stayed in, though it hadn’t looked nearly as palatial as this.
A low growl issued from her stomach, and she slowly raised her eyes above her knees. She couldn’t remember the last time she had eaten either, she hadn’t even had a chance to have breakfast before her parents had rushed her to the hospital. And she could tell that those panels behind her weren’t windows; the light made her eyes tingle when she looked at them, so she didn’t know how long she had been asleep for. If the gnawing sensation in her stomach was any indication, it had been for a long time. Her eyes slid towards the open door. Unfortunately, getting food meant that she would have to leave the (relative) safety of the room.
With a heavy sigh, she wiped her eyes clear with her arm and slowly rose to her feet, making her way to the door. Peeking around the corner, clawed hands grasping the door frame, she watched the group of confused teens. Some looked to be approximately her age, some looked to be older. She also couldn’t understand most of them, and she certainly didn’t want to talk to the boy who had shouted at her again. She turned and looked down the other direction, but could see that it came to a distant dead-end. Which meant the only way to go further was to go past the others. Which meant they’d see her.
A soft sound reached her ears, words she didn’t understand but whose tone she did. Her eyes tracked to the slightly open door immediately across from hers. Someone was afraid, needed help. Twice she looked between the group of teens and the door, then sighed and crept across the hallway, her footsteps noiseless. Gently, she opened the door, and peeked inside.
The room looked identical to the one she had just left, save for one thing: a dark-haired girl in a white nightgown, perched on the edge of the bed. “Здравствуйте? Ты в порядке? Я захожу... (Hello? Are you okay? I’m coming in…)” | Name: Stasya Volkov
Age: 16, December 21st, 1998
Gender: female (for now)
Sexuality: unknown
Appearance: Due to the potential extent of the subject’s powers, she may not possess a singular appearance. Currently, however,the subject possesses a “base form” of sorts. This form has the appearance of a fifteen year old girl, with pale-coloured skin, dark hair, and bright blue eyes. She stands at approximately 5’1”. Be advised, the subject has been seen to subconsciously adjust minor details of her appearance based on her emotional state.
Personality: Extended psychological evaluations have revealed that the subject is very compliant and meek, likely due to her past trauma. She is also easily agitated, particularly by close proximity to older males (see subject history for details). This makes her very dangerous, as her powers tend to reflexively activate when she is in distress. She has been seen to have frequent nightmares, though close proximity to a trusted individual appears to alleviate this.
History: Investigation of the subject’s previous life indicates that she came from a low income family. Born in Saratov, Russia, her father worked as a security guard, while her mother stayed at home with her and her little sister. Her father was also an abusive alcoholic. Starting at the age of 15, the subject was repeatedly raped by her drunken father over the course of a year, which appears to have been what triggered her powers; approximately two months after the subject’s 16th birthday she was found covered in what appeared to be scales, with no visible sexual characteristics. Subject was placed in the hospital upon discovery, and obtained shortly thereafter.
Power:
Adaptive Shape-shifting: Subject has demonstrated the ability to subconsciously make medium-scale alterations to her body in response to her emotional state and environment, such as minor alterations to her height, weight and density, epidermal alterations such has scales, fur growth and defensive weapons such as fangs, claws and spines (note: these are not particularly large or sharp). Observation has also revealed conscious minor-scale alterations such as hair colour, skin colour and eye colour. |
51,818 | 1,401 | 27 | 257 | 612 | URIEL ATTICUS - LOCATION: HOTEL ROOM?
Uriel was actually having a pretty great day. No, really. He got an A on his Physics test, the cafeteria was serving couscous and he was currently lying in one of the most luxurious hotel rooms he had ever had the pleasure of staying in. Such a compliment was difficult to pry from the heir to the famed Atticus Motors. Sure, the reason he was in this room in the first place was because he got drugged and kidnapped and sure, his neck felt like someone had dropped the pointy end of a hammer directly on his jugular but hey, this bed was bloody amazing. Like floating on a dream, his mother would say.
The décor was fantastic too; all brand new high quality stuff. Gave off real “modern art deco” vibes. These kidnappers of his were awfully considerate. If they paid for this hotel room then they certainly weren’t strapped for cash. And even if they were, it wasn’t like his family wouldn’t be able to fulfil whatever demands his captors made. But then again, the Atticus’ had some powerful connections. Anyone who was silly enough to abduct the scion of the Atticus clan wouldn’t get away unscathed. So Uriel relaxed, enjoyed the warmth of the bed while glancing about the room for something to use as a weapon. He was still feeling sluggish from the drugging, so he wouldn’t last long in a fight. He needed more options. Escape routes, intel, all that jazz. He heard voices outside the room. Quite a bit of shouting. It was difficult to make out the ages of the speakers but they didn’t sound much like the grown men he’d been expected. That was … good? Hold up, were they shouting in Russian? Did he get kidnapped by the BRATVA? Oh man, this would be an interesting story to tell later. He was getting pumped now.
It was time to take action. Getting out of bed wasn’t as terrible as he thought it would be (he only hurled once!) and he looked around for the options he was seeking earlier. No windows to leap out of, but there was a bathroom with a mirror! One thrown chair later and he was equipped with a sizable mirror shard wrapped in one of the provided hand towels (y’know, safety first). He stowed his makeshift weapon in the pocket of his blazer. His kidnappers were gracious enough to not undress him, this really was a great day!
Now for the potentially fatal bit. The exit. Surprisingly, the door was unlocked. Uriel turned the handle slowly, trying not to make any noise. So far, so good. He peeked his head out. No visible guards, just as he deduced from his earlier hearing. So far, so good. Hand in his pocket, still clutching the wrapped mirror shard, he made his way down the hall. The sound of conversation was clearer now. He was right before, they weren’t grown men, they were … teenagers? He reached the end of the hall, only to find what seemed to be a cafeteria. Yep, definitely teenagers. Man, today really was a great day. Uriel decided to enter the room the only way he knew how to.
“Heeeeeeeeeeeeeelllllloooooooooooo, everybo-day!” | Name: Uriel Atticus
Age: 17, born March 26, 1998
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Pansexual
History:
Rich, handsome and smart, Uriel was born with it all. His parents were extremely doting; Uriel got whatever he wanted as an apology for their constant absences in his life. He grew up in the lap of luxury but rather than becoming snobbish, he was eager to share his wealth with his peers. Constantly breezing through life thanks to his natural gifts was too boring.
The first occurrence of his power was during a particularly difficult math test. He was concentrating more than usual and didn’t notice how everyone else in the room was quite uncomfortable and struggling through their own tests. Afterwards, his classmates complained about their headaches during the test period. One girl even threw up. Uriel was completely fine though. However, Uriel was unable to put two and two together and is still unaware of his abilities.
As for how he was kidnapped…some clearly suspicious individuals in suits and sunglasses were standing around in town. Uriel went up to say “Heya” and offer directions (they seemed to be looking for something). They seemed pretty alarmed for some reason ("Aw come on guys, I don't bite!"). He offered to ride shotgun in the black jeep with blacked out windows ("Woah, snazzy car!") and lead them wherever they needed to go. He never saw the syringe coming.
Power:
Pain manipulation - Uriel’s ability allows him to manipulate the biology of living things to trigger exaggerated responses to damaging stimuli. The effect of his ability varies on the person’s mental fortitude and pain threshold. His maximum radius of effect is unknown for now. There must be a trigger at first for his ability to work. For example, if someone is drinking a slushie, Uriel can make them have a brainfreeze. If someone gets shoved, Uriel can make the area shoved feel like a bullet has hit them. Whether he’s manipulating nocireceptors or the somatosensory cortex is unknown.
Currently, the most that he can do is trigger minor headaches within a small radius of about five meters. He is unaware of his power and can use it involuntarily.
Personality:
A magnificently generous and loving individual…is what Uriel sees himself as. While not entirely untrue, Uriel’s bloated ego and flamboyant personality leaves something to be desired when it comes to his altruism. His entire mindset revolves around “noblesse oblige”. Uriel really is a decent fellow but the execution of his good intentions can be quite grating to some and has landed him in trouble more than a few times. He sees himself as a handyman of sorts; if you’ve got a problem he’ll find a solution, don’t worry about the means or costs or nothin’. Because of his varied experiences and no lack of resources, Uriel has picked up a few skills ranging from carpentry to acting to basic skill levels in several instruments.
While being quite academically intelligent (he can get above average grades without even studying), when it comes to people Uriel is pretty gullible. He always tries to see the best in people. This, when paired with his eagerness to help, makes him very easy to persuade or take advantage of. Fortunately, his friends are usually there to fend off people with questionable intentions.
Uriel appears quite charismatic to those who do not know him well. His confidence and friendly personality makes it easy for him to persuade and befriend. Those who have known him for longer than a month think of him as a well-intentioned dork and exasperatedly put up with his many escapades.
His way of speaking is quite poetic and dramatic. He has a tendency to go off on a tangent and make long monologues. |
51,819 | 1,401 | 28 | 994 | 197 | Amara 'Mara' Nguyen
Location: Room 7 Mayuri's room
The young girl stood before her; her expression similar to that of deer caught in the headlights. There was a pregnant pause of apprehension between the two of them as Mara's anxiety shot up.
"U-um... F-fine..?" the girl stuttered.
"Wh-who... A-are you..? Wh-where are we..?!"
Her voice shook with the same anxiety that Mara felt in her own chest. She had no idea what was going on either and in that; Mara found some solidarity. She would have to push her own worries and fears back for the moment. "I-I'm... M-Mayuri..." the girl stuttered out next. Mara offered her a small smile while her body softened; "Hello, Mayuri. I'm Amara but everyone calls m-" her body was suddenly overtaken by a coughing fit. Her throat was on fire as tears welled up in the corners of her eyes. Turning away from the girl; she tried to cover her face as it twisted in pain until it the fit subsided and she could compose herself.
"I'm sorry about that," she whispered as she shot Mayuri an apologetic look, "My throats a little horse but um, I'm Mara." With tear blurred eyes she swept it around the room; it was identical to her own. Clean, bright and with no hint of any personal touch. Absentmindedly she wrapped her bruised arms around her chest, "I don't know where we are...I'm sorry." The last part came out as a harsh whisper. She wished she had answers for her. Hell, even for herself. She wished she could say everything was fine. That the worst was over and soon everyone would be on their way home but she couldn't lie. Not even to herself. They'd have to face this head on.
Mara realized she had trailed off in thought and blushed, "Sorry, I- I didn't mean to barge in here. I forgot what room I came out of and
then there," she paused to cough again, "Um, there are others in the hall and shouting. Anyway, I'm sorry." In her rambling she had noticed the door behind Mayuri. 'A bathroom!' The rooms had bathrooms! A fact she would've known had she not ran out of her room as soon as she could walk. "Um, would you mind if I get some water from your sink?" Her hands went to her throat as she shot Mayuri a sheepish look. It was an odd request but it was either that or go hunting for her room- among a dozen rooms that all looked the same. She was really mentally kicking her own butt for not paying attention before barging out of her room. On the other hand it would seem the ruckus in the hall had died down. Well, at least no one was shouting at least. Mara wasn't ready to dip back into the fray out there though it was probably inevitable. She just wanted a moment to breathe and collect her wits. | Sometimes it's hard to just keep going
But faith is moving without knowing
Amara 'Mara' Nguyen
Can I trust what I can't see?
To reach my destiny
I want to take control but I know better
Name
Amara Nguyen
Age
Eighteen
Birthday
January 1
Gender
Female
Sexuality
Bi-sexual
Room number
Six
Coach
Felix Larsen
Appearance
Amara stands at a mere five foot two, her body slim and willowy. While her heritage is mixed she tends to favor her father who hails from South Korea. Her features are soft and delicate like that of a birds; in fact the only thing that truly stands out on the young lady was the shocking white of her locks. A rare recessive gene that passed from her mother's side. Her flesh is almost as pallid as her hair but that was more of a personal choice. She didn't care for the contrast between her lighter tresses and dark skin. Amara's style was simple; a wash of monochrome dresses and general light fabrics. The only featuring colors was the soft pink of her lips and the dark blue of her eyes. Despite her rather reclusive nature Amara tended to draw attention and over time had developed an easy-going demeanor around strangers.
History
Her life was simple, really. She got up for school every morning around five am and would relax listening to music until the rest of the house would stir awake. She was always an early riser which tended to be helpful when you're the oldest out of four. She'd rouse her younger siblings; helping them dust off the remaining traces of sleep and begin her day. Her mother, Korabell, was a neurosurgeon and often out and working late while her father had actually passed several years back in a fatal car accident. Before then he was a librarian. The stark difference between her parents was probably why they got along so well. Her mother was high stress and always on the go while her father was soft, calm and took his time. They balanced each other out. Amara always admired their dedication to one other and secretly hoped to find someone who'd compliment her nature like they had.
She generally took after her father in more than just looks. She was soft spoken and quiet where her younger siblings tended to be rowdy and rough. In fact her nonchalant attitude had earned her a reputation in high school. Somehow bringing her to cool status within a mere week of transferring there. She didn't completely mind though. In fact it was how she had made her best friend; Nova. Nova was Amara's closet companion. She was loud and outgoing- a little brash at times but that's what she loved about her the most. The girl was never afraid to say exactly what she thought. The two were practically inseparable. In fact she was the only one who had known about Amara's odd quirks.
Her kidnapping was, well it was a kidnapping! Greedy hands that grabbed and pulled and bound her. Shoving her head in a black bag as she was roughly shoved to the floor. She'll never forget that moment. As her heart lodged firmly in her throat.
Power
Time disruption:
It started out with small gaps; she'd lose her footing and it was as if everything slowed for a tiny second. Just enough time for her to recognize that she was falling but never enough for her to correct herself. The longest time was during her father's accident. She had actually been in the passenger side when an oncoming car suddenly lurched into their lane. Everything felt frozen as she watched horrified as her father slowly braced for impact. Out of instinct she had curled herself up and in result managed to avoid the dashboard crushing both her legs. Her father; wasn't so lucky. Amara had never had it last as long since. In fact usually by time she realized it was happening it was already over. |
51,820 | 1,401 | 29 | 917 | 649 | Lucie Valentine
Location: Still loitering around in the hallway...
English! He spoke English!
Lucie's tense frame slumped a little bit in relief, releasing a breath she didn't know she had been holding. Her relief, however, was short-lived as a torrent of questions spilled forth and it soon became obvious that he knew as much of the situation as she did. As someone who wasn't a native English speaker, she had to concentrate a fair bit to catch everything. It was worlds different from hearing it in the movies or games - which were designed to be easy to understand, after all - and to hear it from a young man who seemed just as worried about the entire situation as she was. Disappointment dulled her brief spark of hope and gave way to embarrassment as he pointed out her odd choice of apparel.
"I like to be prepared accordingly and figured this was the perfect outfit to be kidnapped in."
Covering up her embarrassment with a healthy dose of sarcasm was proving to be more difficult that usual and though her words were flippant, she couldn't wipe the worry from her face or the tremor in her voice.
The girl had been too panicked for it to occur to her that she must look quite the bizarre sight until it was pointed out. Her outfit wasn't inconspicuous as far as clothing went, after all. Still, it was the least of her current problems. She could grit her teeth and bear a bit of indignity if it meant she could just leave this entire incident behind.
"What crash?" She asked carefully, suddenly not sure she should have talked to him.
Was this person talking about the car crash that killed her parents? It was highly unlikely that a random foreigner she happened to meet years after the incident in question would know about it; but the icy fingers of fear trailing down her spine had stirred up a cloud of paranoia and made it difficult for the girl to see it. The young man raised a careful hand to his side as if in pain and it dawned on her that he had most likely been asking about a crash he had been in. Loosening fingers that had been curled up into fists at her side a moment ago, Lucie felt the beginnings of a completely alien feeling. Sympathy.
Before Christian could ask for her name, they were both distracted by the guy with the mohawk - the very same one who had appeared out of nowhere - as he quite literally vanished. Letting out a startled squeak of surprise, Lucie nodded her acknowledgement. If they had both seen the same thing, it wasn't likely to have been a drug induced hallucination.
"I don't know! How would I know? People don't just vanish into thin air!" Notes of panic laced her voice and she shook her head as if it would somehow force the world to start making sense again. It didn't. "I don't suppose you know where the exit is? I need to get out of here. My flight leaves tomorrow. I-"
Lucie paled suddenly, drawing a sharp intake of breath as she realized she didn't know what time it was. There hadn't been a clock in the room she had woken up in, and her cellphone was missing. She had no way of telling how long she had been unconscious for. There didn't seem to be any windows either, through which she could see the outside world and make a guess at the time.
"Do you have a cellphone?" | Name: Christian Garcia
Age: 17 (January 1, 1998)
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Appearance:
Christian stands at 6 feet, 2 inches (about 187 cm), and weighs about 200lbs ( about 90.7Kg), lean. It’s actually very uncommon for people to think he’s well out of high school. In the words of his very proud father, “He’s about as close as you can get to a Hispanic Zeus, minus the white skin, hair, and the beard.”
Christian usually likes to wear his extremely dark brown (it’s uncommon for people to mistake it as black hair (his ID even says “BLK” under “hair.”) in a defined side part, with the sides faded. He tries to keep himself clean shaven at all times, and has a straight, almost unnaturally bright white set of teeth. His hazel eyes are usually hidden behind a set of shades, and although they are a big hit among his peers, they’re the least favorite parts of his body.
He is very muscular from playing football and lifting weights (as well as from his power, but he’s oblivious to that). Being Hispanic, his skin has a very well defined tan.
Although there can be a lot to show off (in terms of wealth and appearance), Christian decides to stay humble in the way that he dresses. He chooses to wear casual button ups with jeans, and accompanies the outfit with plain vans. Every once in a while, he will go out with a flashy pair of vans, but that’s about as opulent as he gets.
Personality:
Christian is known around town by the older folks as the, “nice, charming young man.” He is compassionate, caring, and well rounded. He is an excellent student, both academically and socially. Although he is not captain of the football team, he is just as, if not more, popular. He leads a good handful of clubs around his high school’s campus, participates in a number of sports, and is also a Boy Scout.
He is still not without flaws. Although coming from a family that made sure he worked for almost everything he wanted, he is still somewhat spoiled. He can sometimes flaunt his wealth off (without really meaning to), and can sometimes come off as arrogant. He can also be very clique oriented, shifting his personality to that of whatever clique he is hanging around at the present moment.
Likes: Sports, video games, comic books, playing pranks, girls, and other general boy stuff.
Dislikes: Seafood, annoying people, lazy people, disrespectful attitudes.
History:
It’s safe to say that Christian comes from a life of luxury, but has humble beginnings. He was born into a rather wealthy and loving family. His father and mother were both CEO’s of very successful businesses. However, they made it very clear to Christian that he was not going to grow up spoiled. They gave him a very modest allowance, and taught him the value of staying humble and appreciating what was given to them. They made sure that at 14, he was working a part time job to save for things that he wanted to buy. That still didn’t stop them from buying the occasional luxury item like his Audi he got for his birthday at 16.
Before he even went into high school, Christian was very involved with sports. His parents put him in a myriad of little league sports; and he excelled in all of them, maybe even a little too much. He carried that on into high school, becoming first string in every team sport, and dominating almost all individual sports.
His excellence in sports and his school, as well as parents’ statuses, propelled him to the top of the social food chain in high school. He was loved by almost all of the school; teachers, staff, and students alike. He was invited to every party and social event, big and small.
Life was good for Christian, until the day he was kidnapped.
Power: Super Strength/ Toughness.
Think of Colossus from Xmen, except not made of metal, and exponentially weaker. Christian is able to bench almost double his body weight, and his skin is slightly tougher than the average person’s; this means that it is only slightly harder to get wounded (cuts/scrapes/bruises/etc.). It’s really kind of self-explanatory.
Weakness (at his current power level): Because he is so strong, he is slightly slower in terms of movement and reaction time (it isn’t much, but it’s enough for a really agile person to take advantage). His skin isn’t everything-proof. In fact, it’s fairly easy to inflict any kind of damage. For example, if someone wanted to stab Christian, he could (with some slightly extra effort), do so. He also doesn’t do so well in water; he tends to sink easier. |
51,821 | 1,401 | 30 | 1,142 | 1,144 | Arthur Ragnarson
Location: Cafeteria
It appeared as though Arthur could not put off contact with the others involved in... whatever this was. Others began to arrive the cafeteria, presumably getting away from the drama unfolding in the hallway like him or just exploring their current surroundings. His moment of solitude had been stolen. However, the simple act of eating had calmed him down and he could think more analytically about the situation.
So other people my age are here. It looks like we've all been kidnapped but the place is state of the art and they're giving us food and luxury rooms to stay in. Either this is a messed up Hostel film or we're being held ransom.
That was when the first person joined him. They were a girl, his age, with hair even whiter than his own, of average height. She had prettily formed lips and was so distracted she didn't noticed him to begin with. Like him she had gone to the vending machines and got some sweets. In this kind of situation, with only two of them in the room and him waiting for her to notice or acknowledge him, he found it hard not to stare so it was no surprise when she jumped upon realising he was sitting there.
She apologised and sat down to begin eating. Arthur sat in the awkward silence, unsure how best to proceed. After all, what was the proper etiquette here? Was he meant to initiate conversation to try and work out why there were here or was it more considerate to leave her to own thoughts; he was sure she had as much on her mind as he did.
"D-do you have powers as well?"
The question wasn't one he was expecting at all and he sat in silence, dumbfounded. How did you respond to that kind of question? Had she lost her mind? Wait, that guy had appeared from nowhere only. Maybe others in the hallway had some abilities he hadn't been around long enough to see. If that was the case it would be reasonable to ask that question. But then he couldn't work out why he was here then, assuming the possession of powers the common denominator that united them.
"I, uh, don't think so. I mean, I have pretty good powers of persuasion." He smiled half heartedly, regretting the words the moment they left his mouth. His instinct was to smash his head on the table in self-reprimand for the horrific joke; it was never funny under any circumstances and these certainly weren't optimal. "I'm sorry, that wasn't appropriate. No, I don't think I have powers. I mean, I suppose you're talking about the chap who teleported or something back there? I don't have anything like that, at least not that I know of."
Then a thought struck him. Was she asking because she herself had powers? In that case maybe she was doing the same as him, trying to work out why they were here. "Not to pry but... do you? Have powers, I mean."
Out of the corner of his eye Arthur noticed a couple of boys enter the cafeteria but they hung around at the entrance, not entering just yet. Now that there were people in the room, people conversing, it made it more difficult to just walk in as he and the girl had done, he supposed. Even the one with the mohawk would be nervous, he guessed. It was natural for them all to be apprehensive of each other, after all. They all wanted to blame someone for the situation and so far they had no one but each other.
“Heeeeeeeeeeeeeelllllloooooooooooo, everybo-day!”
That was probably about the last thing he had been expecting. Arthur twisted in his seat to see the latest entrant, a boy who seemed completely unconcerned about their current situation. Maybe he was in denial? Or he knew something. Arthur decided it was best to not reply, in case they were on the edge of sanity and confrontation might push them over it. He turned back to the girl instead.
"I'm Arthur, I study at Eton. I was in the library and then... I woke up here. May I ask your name?" | Arthur Ragnarson
Age: 17, born 11th October 1998
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual/Bi-Romantic
Appearance
Arthur is above average height, standing at 5' 11", is broad shouldered and has a strong build from years of playing a variety of sports. Ever since he stopped growing, in the last year or so, he has undergone physical training under the instruction of a tutor to enhance his potential as a sportsman and athlete. As such he is well toned and has a habit of beginning every morning early with a round of intense exercise.
He is naturally pale skinned but has a long-term tan from his frequent outdoors activities and has very pale hair, blond almost to the point of being white-haired. His eyes are a turquoise colour, bright and warm, with an intensity that could be unnerving if it were not for the relaxed air that surrounds their owner.
History
Arthur was born and bred in Southern England of the United Kingdom. His father was a successful accountant to the wealthy in London, often away for weeks or even months at a time while his mother had worked as a lawyer before Arthur came along. After that she retired but still received a sizeable income after inheriting controlling shares of a large stationary company built up by her grandfather.
Ever since Arthur can remember his mother has been mentally unstable and it supposedly only got worse after giving birth to him. Arthur's father never said a thing but it was clear he put a great deal of blame on his son and, although he provided an extraordinarily privileged upbringing, there was no love in the relationship. When the option for going to a boarding school arose Arthur was shipped off before he even knew what was happening and ever since has rarely returned home and even then only for a brief period of time.
As one might expect with such wealth in the family, Arthur had access to the most expensive tutors and trainers with a great deal of expectation thrust upon the only child in the family. His strong academic performance was matched with an array of athletic and other sporting awards and it was inevitable that he was given multiple scholarships to Eton, the most expensive and prestigious school in the country. Here he brushed shoulders with the offspring of former Prime Ministers and other leading politicians, the children of the richest and most powerful businessmen and women and even the occasional Royal (although not any heirs to the throne, of course).
Over the years he learned to enjoy his time away from home and his family and became very independent. A lot of his spare time was spent with various sports team (specifically the badminton, rugby and athletic clubs) and the rest was in the expansive libraries his affluent schools opened to their pupils.
It was during one of these spells in the quiet library that he was seized by the programme's operatives and secreted out to a waiting vehicle, the librarian conveniently called away to an emergency elsewhere.
Power: Accelerated healing.
It was during a rugby game that Arthur first had a clue to his power's existence. A high tackle wrenched his left shoulder out of its socket but his coach forced it back in as there was no sub to take his place and cancelling a game due to injury would forever be a blight upon the school's record. The next few scrums put additional pressure on the shoulder until his collar bone fractured just as the game ended.
Once at hospital it was found the injury had begun to mend already and he constantly exceeded his doctor's time frames for the recovery process to the point of it being abnormal. |
51,822 | 1,401 | 31 | 2,065 | 3,584 | Allia didn't understand what he meant when he mentioned persuasion. Was his power mind control? Oh. She stopped thinking about it once he had responded, obvious that he meant it as some sort of joke. So he didn't have powers?? Allia couldn't piece things together very well but it was either that some hadn't realized that they had powers or it really wasn't a bunch of teenagers with powers and they were there for another reason.
She was just about to reply when she heard a loud noise. She yelped as her eyes flew open and she backed up in her chair, nearly falling over. With that, Allia had turned invisible and was calming herself down before she realized, becoming pink and turning back to her normal self. She sighed, her hand to her chest as she remembered that the boy was still there.
Allia looked up. It was pretty obvious what was going to be her answer. "Ah. Umm ye-yeah. I do have powers.. S-sorry about that." she bit her lip and turned a bit red. Why did she have to do that? Why couldn't she be more aware of her situations and not act like a frightened animal at everything?
Allia pulled on her bangs and covered her eyes as much as possible. "I-I get scared pretty easily and um. N-never mind. My name's Allia. I was... the way I was brought in here is pretty... foolish on my part.. I study at a place called Charterhouse.. I-I'm from England."
Allia smiled lightly after she spoke. She didn't really feel like mentioning that she was brought due to the fact that she followed a guy for sweets. Even Allia herself didn't know what was going through her mind on that day. All of the people here. She then looked over at the loud man. Well, most of them seemed tense. This jewel eye guy called Aurthur went to a college that was in England. A fairly expensive one as well. But she still had this feeling that the people that brought them there didn't want their money. | Allia stands at 5'6" which is a height that she has always loved. Not too tall and not too short but short enough to sneak out of places when she felt like she needn't be there. Allia always has her soft white hair which curls up towards the ends brushed in front of her face. The only facial features that you would be able to see are her rosy pink lips that are small but appear large when she smiles. Underneath that glomp of hair is a cute girl with peculiar eyes that are a mix between purple and blue. Her body, which is quite well toned has a few scars but the most noticeable would be the one on her left arm that looks suicidal but it wasn't on purpose. The one near her right eye has practically fully healed and faded away.
17, December 2nd
Female
Pansexual
Allia, since she was young, was a weakling when it came to socialization. She was bullied throughout elementary and 2 years of middle school. In middle school, a lot of the kids would make fun of her just for the sake of it. She was timid, quiet, a pushover, and awkward. Allia was never good with eye contact. It made her so nervous that she started to feel extremely sick in the stomach. Her school was mainly full of rich kids that had no idea that the world wasn’t just their playground.
Allia was the daughter of a rich couple that managed one of the largest international trading company that they had owned along with her father's family fortune. Her parents weren’t too sweet. They honestly didn’t care as long as she didn’t taint their name and made sure to stay out of their way. She tried to please them but it was a pretty hard job when they wouldn’t even pay attention to her most of the time. Allia felt unnoticed all of the time but over the years, she just got used to it. Grades were important to them. A smart child was a good thing to have so bad grades were not allowed and B's would result in punishment which was usually getting hit and not having any food for 2 days.
Her middle school was a pretty large private school that cost much more than your average private school to get into. The only friend that she had was one of the popular girls that ended up trapping her inside of the storage room for 5 hours straight, thus her fear of dark and small rooms. As well as females in general. Now, her fear for girls has gone down but it still took a toll on her when the girls would gang up on her.
Moving to her new middle school and now high school was good for her. It still had kids that were mean but over the years, she started to hide her eyes away from sight. No one would talk to her too much since she was that creepy girl with the bangs that hid practically all of her face besides her eyes. Then, she could actually have somewhat proper conversations with people without getting shy. In fact, it allowed her to be completely different.
The day that she was kidnapped was a boring one. She was studying for the most part and decided to go outside. They hit her with her weakness. Sweets. Luring her in by promising her a delicious souffle. Allia honestly didn't care so she followed the person that told her there was a nearby shop, only to meet two men that dragged her into a van.
Her power is an extremely simple. Invisibility and the power to become translucent all in all. Since she has just noticed it, it has an unfortunate side effect. If she is nervous at the time, she will become a slight shade of pink before being able to be seen once again. Allia realized that she had this power when she was speaking to someone outside and the wind blew her hair up, causing them to meet her eye. She began to become translucent and nearly invisible, then pink. Allia soon ran away, unsure of what had just happened.
:-:Weaknesses:-: She will start bleeding if she does it too much
-Notes-- She was born with congenital analgesia otherwise known as the condition when one cannot feel pain. |
51,823 | 1,401 | 32 | 69 | 678 | For what felt like an eternity, Lyra sat alone on her bed, cringing at the light coming from that stupid lamp. Despite her weak cries, no one entered her room. However, she heard muffled voices, young voice, coming from not too far away. The people speaking couldn't have been much older than she was. Perhaps her parents had taken her to some kind of hospital for children, so she might make some friends despite her condition. She bit her lip, holding her arms around herself nervously. They were always trying to get her to be social... but it just didn't come to her very easily...
She jumped slightly as the door to her room suddenly opened - and her surprise quickly turned to horror. Her visitor wasn't a person, but a big lizard wearing a nightgown. Frantically, Lyra backed farther onto her bed, mustering all the strength she could. "Help! Someone, help me, please!" she cried. What was a monster doing in a hospital? Father had always liked to joke about Reptilians, but she had always assumed he was only kidding - yet now one of them was in her room!
Her weakness quickly got the better of her, and she laid half-upright in the middle of her bed, staring fearfully at the creature. Reptilians were supposed to be half human... perhaps she could bargain with it!
"Please," she said, tears rolling down her cheeks, "Don't hurt me. My parents are rich - they'll reward you for my safe return! It would be silly not to take advantage of that... I'm small, and thin, and not very good for eating..." | Name: Lyra Mistly
Age: 16 (Birthday: October 28th 1999)
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Appearance:
History: Lyra should have had it all. She was born to rich parents, excelled in school, and was one of the most sought after girls at her school. But she was robbed of it, all because of a disease she was born with that the doctors couldn't diagnose.
Her parents flew her all over the country trying to figure it out, yet none of them knew what afflicted her. The disease drained her of most of her strength, made even walking across the street an exhausting chore. Yet it did nothing else. On an examination table, nothing appeared wrong with her. The doctors prescribed her many pills, yet every one of them was ineffective. The weakness persisted.
Eventually, her parents gave up. They coddled her, protected her, but could not free her from her affliction. So she went through life excluded from the other children's games at school. Even when they played inside, she was kept separate from them out of fear that they would accidentally hurt her. So she decided that she liked being alone, that she needed no friends. She would stay inside, reading, playing games, doing whatever she had to to avoid dwelling on her condition.
Yet, one night, when she was 15, all of that changed. She woke up in the middle of the night and found that she could walk. Though she ran around the mansion all night, she never grew tired. Not until the sun began to rise.
She was abducted before she could find out more than that her strength returned in the darkness.
Power: Lyra can manipulate shadows and darkness. However, her powers work only when there is little light, and the deeper the darkness, the stronger she is. When she is in the light her powers fade and her physical strength returns to her normal, feeble levels. |
51,824 | 1,401 | 33 | 2,692 | 854 | 'Where. The hell. Did he go?'
Irina's thoughts were now jammed in with the rest of the voices in her head as she tried asking herself the same question over and over again. The one called Nikolai had just vanished again, as if he never even existed. Just a figment of her imagination, probably a delusion from the voices. Stunned, Irina turned to Abel, whom now she somewhat confided in. She could feel a sort of vibe coming off from him, and going towards her. It felt like trust but on a very minimal level. She couldn't identify what the feeling really was though, or how she was able to feel such a thing. Her wide, green eyes made contact with his own and it was clear to see that he was just as confused as she was.
Asking questions would have to come later, apparently, as Abel took off towards the cafeteria and Irina followed suit. She didn't want to be alone in such an establishment. There were others in the hall, some crying and completely freaked out. She could hear other cries as well but they were in her head.
'Screw them. There's not time to cry. I have to get home.
As she slower to a stop next to Abel, Irina made an effort to push out the voices in her head.
Too many. Too many.
There were now more people clustered in one room which made a pulsing sensation in her head form, feeling more like someone had stabbed her through the temple. In a knee jerk reaction, Irina reached up and grabbed Abel's arm, squeezing it tightly as she shut her eyes and winced.
"Everyone needs to shut up," she said through gritted teeth, her Spanish only adding to the anger and frustration in her tone of voice.
It was becoming clear to her that she was just like everyone else here. These weren't just 'voices' that were inside of her head. They were they voices and feelings over everyone else around her. Not just one or two voices. Everyone's all at once. The girl finally opened her eyes and looked up as someone bellowed a loud introduction; as loud as the voices in her head. She turned back to Abel and pressed a finger up against her temple, "I can hear everyone. I can hear them talking and thinking. I can't take it." Her eyes went back to looking at everyone as they continued to speak, her stomach beginning to turn and threaten to throw up anything that it had inside due to the immense pain in her head. | Name
Irina Ivanov
Age
December 3, 1998 (making her 17)
Gender
Female
Sexuality
Heterosexual
Height
5'5"
Weight
130 lbs
Appearance
Irina is of a fairly average height, standing at about 5'5" and weighing around 130 lbs. She has well defined curves that are accentuated by the clothes that she wears. She has muscle definition from her years of gymnastics back when she lived in Moscow. Her hair is a jet black color and falls in curls down to the middle of her back, when straight it's an A-line cut and falls a little more to the small of her back. Her skin is a fair, not too pale color, with a few freckles sprinkled over her nose and on the top of her cheeks. Her eyes are a vibrant emerald green surrounded by thick, long lashes. Irina has hardly ever worn make up and finds it annoying and useless.
History
Father being Russian, mother being Spaniard; Being an immigrant from a foreign country has helped shape Irina through out the years. She was born to a dysfunctional family. Her parents were hardly ever home, trying to work hard for Irina to have a better life than they did but because of that there was no communication and the parents ended up divorcing. Irina had stayed with her mother and moved to Spain trying to find somewhere where they could settle down for a while and live calmly. They finally did, after about five years, but by that time Irina was 10 and her abilities had become more persistent. The voices in her head would begin to overwhelm her more frequently and they would stay for longer periods of time. There were days that she could not handle the voices and got to the point where she’d either cry herself to sleep or the migraine would make her fall asleep. It was because of this reason that she was able to be ‘captured’, as she puts it, and taken away from her mother.
Power(s)
Telekinesis. Irina has the ability to manipulate objects with her mind, such as lifting a book and throwing it across a room, but on a slightly larger scale. That ability is not active at the moment though. It is dormant. Her active ability is telepathy. She doesn’t know it yet but she can hear what others are thinking all at once. She can not control the surge of voices that suddenly attack her, or the constant hushed murmurs that sometimes feel as a background noise in her head.
Weakness(s)
While Irina will be able to easily lift several small objects, larger objects will be more difficult to handle. For things any bigger than a human, Irina must concentrate as much as possible to be able to lift it without dropping it. Lifting other humans as well is rather difficult for her, seeing as how she does not trust herself to keep them safe. Another weakness would be that if too much mental exertion happens, internal injuries will happen. When it comes to telepathy, she can not just delve into others minds as some type of all powered being. If others want to keep certain thoughts ‘private’, she can not read or see them. To start with, Irina can only hear what people are presently thinking and that’s only because she can not control what she can or can not hear.
Personality
A bit of a reclusive person, Irina would technically classify as an introvert but she doesn't think so. She likes to be around others but enjoys just listening to conversations. She has a 'polite' look on her face that would make her seem approachable by others, yet as soon as she speaks it's another story. Irina is very stern and at times somewhat sarcastic when others get on her nerves. She, in some ways, can be very naive at times, not knowing much about the new country, only the town where she resides.
Even with this type of 'wall' that she has built, Irina is a caring person to those that win her heart. She has a soft spot for children and animals and strives to help either one. She also has a major soft spot for sweets. |
51,825 | 1,401 | 34 | 917 | 649 | If it were any other situation, Christian would have laughed at the comment made by the small French girl. This wasn’t the case, and instead, the words were met with a small frown. He opened his mouth to protest, but decided not to say anything. His expression turned back to surprise and he shook his head again in disbelief at the sight of the boy vanishing into thin air.
If she didn’t know what was going on, then chances are none of the kids were supposed to be here. Wait…
Kidnapped. The girl had said kidnapped in her sarcastic comment. No longer was Christian worrying about the vanishing kid. That was now the least of his worries. Panic started to slowly set in, but Christian tried his best not to show it. Her questions about the crash, the exit, and his phone had now just begun to register in his mind.
Christian turned around and stared at the sign he had seen walking out of his room. There were different locations on it, but nothing mentioned any kind of exit. He turned again and stared down one end of the hallway, and then the other. There were obvious corridors that merged with the hallway they were in, but there were no signs hanging from the ceiling that displayed a green “exit” like most buildings. His eyes wandered to the kids on the other side of the hall that had decided to disperse, and he immediately turned in the opposite direction and started to walk in the direction of the pool. Maybe it would be an outdoor pool, and with it, a way out.
“The crash I was in before I woke up in this place,” he mumbled as he slowly shuffled his way away from the dispersing crowd. He wasn’t sure if the French girl was going to follow him, but he was going to answer her questions, regardless. It would keep his mind off the fact that he was being kidnapped, and it would keep the panic attack from setting in. “I was driving home. Down a dark street. No lights. A car hit me,” he instinctively put his hand back on his ribs, “and I heard footsteps before passing out. The next thing I knew. I was here.”
Christian scoffed at himself. If this was his way to keep his mind off of the kidnapping, he was doing a shitty job of it. He stopped at the intersection and faced the long corridor that supposedly led to the pool. He saw a pair of large doors, and his optimism kicked in. He turned his head back to the girl and reached into his pocket.
Nothing. There was no phone. Christian frowned and reached into his other pocket; nothing as well. The boy groaned.
“No. No phone. But I think the pool might have a way out. This looks like it’d be too nice of a place to have a pool indoors. Maybe there’s a way out over there.” | Name: Christian Garcia
Age: 17 (January 1, 1998)
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Appearance:
Christian stands at 6 feet, 2 inches (about 187 cm), and weighs about 200lbs ( about 90.7Kg), lean. It’s actually very uncommon for people to think he’s well out of high school. In the words of his very proud father, “He’s about as close as you can get to a Hispanic Zeus, minus the white skin, hair, and the beard.”
Christian usually likes to wear his extremely dark brown (it’s uncommon for people to mistake it as black hair (his ID even says “BLK” under “hair.”) in a defined side part, with the sides faded. He tries to keep himself clean shaven at all times, and has a straight, almost unnaturally bright white set of teeth. His hazel eyes are usually hidden behind a set of shades, and although they are a big hit among his peers, they’re the least favorite parts of his body.
He is very muscular from playing football and lifting weights (as well as from his power, but he’s oblivious to that). Being Hispanic, his skin has a very well defined tan.
Although there can be a lot to show off (in terms of wealth and appearance), Christian decides to stay humble in the way that he dresses. He chooses to wear casual button ups with jeans, and accompanies the outfit with plain vans. Every once in a while, he will go out with a flashy pair of vans, but that’s about as opulent as he gets.
Personality:
Christian is known around town by the older folks as the, “nice, charming young man.” He is compassionate, caring, and well rounded. He is an excellent student, both academically and socially. Although he is not captain of the football team, he is just as, if not more, popular. He leads a good handful of clubs around his high school’s campus, participates in a number of sports, and is also a Boy Scout.
He is still not without flaws. Although coming from a family that made sure he worked for almost everything he wanted, he is still somewhat spoiled. He can sometimes flaunt his wealth off (without really meaning to), and can sometimes come off as arrogant. He can also be very clique oriented, shifting his personality to that of whatever clique he is hanging around at the present moment.
Likes: Sports, video games, comic books, playing pranks, girls, and other general boy stuff.
Dislikes: Seafood, annoying people, lazy people, disrespectful attitudes.
History:
It’s safe to say that Christian comes from a life of luxury, but has humble beginnings. He was born into a rather wealthy and loving family. His father and mother were both CEO’s of very successful businesses. However, they made it very clear to Christian that he was not going to grow up spoiled. They gave him a very modest allowance, and taught him the value of staying humble and appreciating what was given to them. They made sure that at 14, he was working a part time job to save for things that he wanted to buy. That still didn’t stop them from buying the occasional luxury item like his Audi he got for his birthday at 16.
Before he even went into high school, Christian was very involved with sports. His parents put him in a myriad of little league sports; and he excelled in all of them, maybe even a little too much. He carried that on into high school, becoming first string in every team sport, and dominating almost all individual sports.
His excellence in sports and his school, as well as parents’ statuses, propelled him to the top of the social food chain in high school. He was loved by almost all of the school; teachers, staff, and students alike. He was invited to every party and social event, big and small.
Life was good for Christian, until the day he was kidnapped.
Power: Super Strength/ Toughness.
Think of Colossus from Xmen, except not made of metal, and exponentially weaker. Christian is able to bench almost double his body weight, and his skin is slightly tougher than the average person’s; this means that it is only slightly harder to get wounded (cuts/scrapes/bruises/etc.). It’s really kind of self-explanatory.
Weakness (at his current power level): Because he is so strong, he is slightly slower in terms of movement and reaction time (it isn’t much, but it’s enough for a really agile person to take advantage). His skin isn’t everything-proof. In fact, it’s fairly easy to inflict any kind of damage. For example, if someone wanted to stab Christian, he could (with some slightly extra effort), do so. He also doesn’t do so well in water; he tends to sink easier. |
51,826 | 1,401 | 35 | 257 | 612 | URIEL ATTICUS - LOCATION: CAFETERIA
Man, tough crowd. Of course, a hearty response wasn’t the foremost of his expectations, considering the circumstances. At least he was sure that this little gathering of adolescents weren’t his kidnappers. If they were, they would have pounced on him the moment he made his entrance. He surveyed the room with a relaxed smile, but never once released his grip on the mirror shard in his pocket. Hmm, might as well get some grub while he was here. After all, it would be difficult to confront his captors on an empty stomach!
Uriel got himself a generous amount of snacks, stuffed some into his pockets for safekeeping, some others in a growing pile in his arms. He favoured the sweet stuff. The sugar high would be appreciated as the sluggishness in his body wasn’t completely gone yet. He also grabbed himself a Coke to seal the deal. It didn’t come in a glass bottle though. Bummer. The extra weapon would have been nice.
After successfully plundering the vending machines, he turned to scope out the cafeteria’s inhabitants. Huh. All of them were teenagers. And all of them seemed to have varying levels of tenseness. Were they taken too? There was a dark haired boy and girl but the girl seemed awfully stressed. Best to avoid those two then. He didn’t want to make things any worse for her. So the other option was… those two! Sitting at one of the tables, another boy and girl, both with incredibly pale hair. Time to make some new friends!
He plopped his pile of snacks on their table and flashed them both the most dazzling and friendly smile he could muster. He spoke while twisting open his bottle of Coke and sitting down.
“Heya! Name’s Uriel! Flashy name, I know. So uh, would you guys happen to know what the dealio with this place is? I mean, were you kidnapped too?” | Name: Uriel Atticus
Age: 17, born March 26, 1998
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Pansexual
History:
Rich, handsome and smart, Uriel was born with it all. His parents were extremely doting; Uriel got whatever he wanted as an apology for their constant absences in his life. He grew up in the lap of luxury but rather than becoming snobbish, he was eager to share his wealth with his peers. Constantly breezing through life thanks to his natural gifts was too boring.
The first occurrence of his power was during a particularly difficult math test. He was concentrating more than usual and didn’t notice how everyone else in the room was quite uncomfortable and struggling through their own tests. Afterwards, his classmates complained about their headaches during the test period. One girl even threw up. Uriel was completely fine though. However, Uriel was unable to put two and two together and is still unaware of his abilities.
As for how he was kidnapped…some clearly suspicious individuals in suits and sunglasses were standing around in town. Uriel went up to say “Heya” and offer directions (they seemed to be looking for something). They seemed pretty alarmed for some reason ("Aw come on guys, I don't bite!"). He offered to ride shotgun in the black jeep with blacked out windows ("Woah, snazzy car!") and lead them wherever they needed to go. He never saw the syringe coming.
Power:
Pain manipulation - Uriel’s ability allows him to manipulate the biology of living things to trigger exaggerated responses to damaging stimuli. The effect of his ability varies on the person’s mental fortitude and pain threshold. His maximum radius of effect is unknown for now. There must be a trigger at first for his ability to work. For example, if someone is drinking a slushie, Uriel can make them have a brainfreeze. If someone gets shoved, Uriel can make the area shoved feel like a bullet has hit them. Whether he’s manipulating nocireceptors or the somatosensory cortex is unknown.
Currently, the most that he can do is trigger minor headaches within a small radius of about five meters. He is unaware of his power and can use it involuntarily.
Personality:
A magnificently generous and loving individual…is what Uriel sees himself as. While not entirely untrue, Uriel’s bloated ego and flamboyant personality leaves something to be desired when it comes to his altruism. His entire mindset revolves around “noblesse oblige”. Uriel really is a decent fellow but the execution of his good intentions can be quite grating to some and has landed him in trouble more than a few times. He sees himself as a handyman of sorts; if you’ve got a problem he’ll find a solution, don’t worry about the means or costs or nothin’. Because of his varied experiences and no lack of resources, Uriel has picked up a few skills ranging from carpentry to acting to basic skill levels in several instruments.
While being quite academically intelligent (he can get above average grades without even studying), when it comes to people Uriel is pretty gullible. He always tries to see the best in people. This, when paired with his eagerness to help, makes him very easy to persuade or take advantage of. Fortunately, his friends are usually there to fend off people with questionable intentions.
Uriel appears quite charismatic to those who do not know him well. His confidence and friendly personality makes it easy for him to persuade and befriend. Those who have known him for longer than a month think of him as a well-intentioned dork and exasperatedly put up with his many escapades.
His way of speaking is quite poetic and dramatic. He has a tendency to go off on a tangent and make long monologues. |
51,827 | 1,401 | 36 | 2,143 | 593 | Abel "Abe" Parker
As he looked across the cafeteria, he saw that some of the others had decided to gather into a somewhat organized fashion. He was about to go enter the room, but he heard Irina shout, and she gripped his arm as if it were as stress ball. He didn't recoil to her iron grasp, but rather turned to her in genuine concern. "Are you alright?" He asked. When she explained the voices, he raised an eyebrow. Maybe she was something like him.
"Come on, lets find somewhere more quiet." He said, then turned to Nikolai. He relayed the information, leaving the decision to follow up to the Russian, and then turned and lead Irina down the hallway. A minute later, he found an open doorway that stepped inside.
The couches and the bar inside the room made it look like a fancy lounge. He stepped away from Irina, moving to the middle of the couches, careful not to ram his shins against the coffee table. He saw a small screen on the wall a few feet away, but couldn't make out the words. "Fancy Bedrooms, a cafeteria, a furnished lounge? Where the frick-" He stopped as a numbers reappeared in his visions, but then flashed and turned into words. The message read, "Led Zeppelin - 'Black Dog'." Then the pain shot through his head and he fell down, slamming his fist in agony against the table.
On the screen, unbeknownst to Abel, an image popped up, under which was the same message. From somewhere in the room, speakers began playing a hard rock song. Abel let out a pained shout as another song began played, sending another flash of 1's and 0's across his vision that translated into, "Skrillex - 'Bangarang'."
As Abel's pain grew, he fell to the floor, covering his ears as a loud ringing shattered his ear drums. Unfortunately for him, he was the only one that could hear it. As he cried out again in pain, the screen began flashed random songs and album covers, each one sending another set of numbers across his vision that translated into a title.
A few seconds later, Abel forced himself from the floor, stumbling to the wall where the screen was. With all of his force, he slammed his right fist into the screen, shattering it with into thousands of cracks. The music stopped and so did his pain.
He sighed, leaning his head against the white wall, his bangs falling into his face. He pulled his fist away, a couple shards of the screen falling against his bare chest. He moved from the wall and sat on the nearest couch, breathing heavily. Then a thought crossed his mind, and he put his hands on his head as his eyes bore a look of understanding. "It's all binary...". He muttered aloud. "All of it's binary..." | Abel "Abe" Parker
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Appearance:
He stands at 6'2 and weighs about 180 pounds. He's muscular, but not jacked. He has long dark hair, but usually keeps his facial hair to a short trim (As seen in the image). He wears long sleeves most of the time but usually has them rolled to his mid-forearm.
History:
Abel is the son of a single mother and has two sisters that are identical twins. Being the oldest, and the only man in the house, he took on a lot of responsibilities. He grew up teaching his younger sisters, who were thankfully athletic like he was, how to play sports, which was the only thing they all had in common. Despite this, he was still a more reserved person. He often stayed in his room and played video games and studied computers.
Unlike most gamers and techies , he was also very into lifting weights, though he didn't want to get bulky and look like a disgusting bodybuilder. As soon as he was old enough he started working out until he could lift a decent amount for his size and age. Due to being in a house constantly filled with his sisters and his sister's friends, he often quickly found himself outnumbered and completely overwhelmed by feminine presence in his house.
In high school he played soccer and was actually really good at it. Despite this, he was never a popular kid. The only reason that most people knew him was because it was common knowledge that he could be called upon to fix most technological issues that people experienced throughout a regular day. His affinity to technology made it far from surprising that his ability was Technopathy.
Power: Technopathy
Abel can read and emit electronic wavelengths and take over most common electronics. At first however, he will only be able to read them and feel them, and won't be able to control how he interacts with them. Eventually, however, he will be able to posses technology and communicate with it, and his radius of control will expand. |
51,828 | 1,401 | 37 | 1,000 | 1,301 | Nikolai Arkaden
Nikolai looked across the cafeteria at the other entrance and spotted Abel and Irina. Irina seemed to be having some kind of meltdown, perhaps the gravity of the situation was finally panicking her. She pointed a finger at her temple and said something to able. Nikolai didnt know the other people's name so the two who he did received some small compassion from him. He looked around the cafeteria as he began walking across. There had been some guy shouting which made Nikolai annoyed, he wanted to knock the guy around for being so damn casual at a time like this. Nikolai passed others in the cafeteria, he knew he was the only out of the ordinary one here as far as looks went. Between his leather vest and several tattoos he knew he stood out. It would have put a smile on his face if he werent in this current situation. With speed walked back to his temporary friends, he looked down at Irina.
"What is wrong?" Nikolai asked with some small semblance of concern, he pushed the thought of his mind "What can you two do?" | Name: Lucie Valentine
Nickname: Luce
Age: 16
Birthday: November 6th, 1999
Gender: Female
Sexual orientation: Heterosexual
Height: 5’8”
Weight: 120 lbs
Special characteristics: None.
Appearance: While Lucie might not come across as the most approachable of people at first glance what with her perpetually bored expression and closed off posture, she certainly does present an eye catching picture.
Styled in an asymmetrical bob and dyed a vibrant, flame red; her hair strikes a vivid contrast with her pale skin and dark clothing. Her long, wispy lashes are darkened with mascara and her large eyes are usually accentuated with black eyeliner in an attempt to make the otherwise unremarkable grey of her irises stand out. Silver studs and small hoops follow the curve of her delicate ears, five in her left and three in her right. All this makes her look a fair bit older than she actually is.
The girl exudes the illusion of effortless grace; her long legs and willowy frame further lending credence to this. However, this illusion of elegance only holds for about as long as she remains still. Having gone through an unexpected growth spurt, she’s suddenly unsure and entirely awkward about her body as the next teenage girl.
Personality: Raised by her aunt after the tragic death of her parents, Lucie has grown up to be cynical and more than a little bit spoiled. For someone so young, she’s got quite a bit of vitriol towards the world. It's honestly a wonder she hasn’t toppled over from the massive chip on her slender shoulders. She isn’t above weaponizing the tragedy of her past to evoke guilt in her pushover of a guardian and get her way in the end; which should be a clear enough picture as to how she goes through life. And when the going gets tough, she uses her past as a shield behind which to hide from the problem.
Lucie is alarmingly unmotivated, even for a teenager. Rather than a case of laziness, she simply shows no concern for her future, content to let life just pass her by. Much to her aunt’s dismay, no amount of coaxing or strictness would snap her out of it.
However, for all her facade of disinterest and boredom, Lucie is quite aware of her surroundings and her peers. She pays attention to the goings on of those around her, often surprising them when she speaks up. Of course, as she has a tendency for sarcasm - and due to her acerbic tongue - most of these comments aren’t exactly well received. She’s also prideful enough that sometimes, she fails to see past her albeit very pretty nose - and god forbid she ever admits to being wrong. Lucie is extremely opinionated on certain subjects and doesn’t hesitate to let them be known. She’s quick to take offense and slow to forgive, leaving her with a scant few friends.
Lucie’s English carries a French accent to her words, being a native Parisian and all.
Likes:
Lucie is borderline obsessed with fantasy novels - The Forgotten Realms, Harry Potter, and Dragon Age being a few of her favorites. She can talk about it for hours on end if she isn’t stopped.
Drawing, though she prefers to hide behind the anonymity of the internet while showing off her work.
Obsessive drinker of fine teas.
Sylvester, her lovebird. He's magnificent and superior to all other animals, in her opinion.
Dislikes:
Food in general, fish being particularly offensive. As an extremely picky eater with an abysmal appetite to go with it, Lucie would avoid food if it was at all possible.
Schoolwork; Lucie hates school and puts in only as much effort as to ensure she doesn't flunk out of her classes.
Lucie doesn't like flowers since they remind her of funerals and her time spent in a hospital, when she got tons of those as condolences and well wishes.
Skills:
Proficient in digital art and decent enough in traditional ink sketches, Lucie earns a fair bit of pocket change through her commissions and has a decent sized follower base.
Knows how to swear in French, Tevene, Qunlat, Nilfgaardian and ancient Elvhen.
Knack for perfectly mimicking accents once she hears enough of it.
Making people feel uncomfortable by being tactless on purpose, and with her scathing remarks.
Fears:
As a child, Lucie had an incident involving an upturned canoe and nearly drowned as a result. The experience has left her deathly afraid of water in large quantities.
Hospitals have always been a source of fear and trepidation for her, bringing to mind at least a dozen horrible scenarios of what could go wrong. Her time admitted to one after the car crash served to make it even worse, if that was possible.
Snakes. Squirmy, scaly, slithery beasts that are the embodiment of horror in Lucie's eyes. This might have to do with the fact that she watched a - highly unrealistic, but still terrifying in her mind - movie marathon about killer snakes.
An inexplicable (and rather embarrassing) fear of hers is the paranormal. Lucie has never been strong in the face of horror movies and novels, but anything about the paranormal leaves her torn between hiding under her blankets and keeping a vigilant watch on every little shadow and rustle.
History: Born to Allison and Laurent Valentine, Lucie was a surprise, but not an unwelcome one. The family had their ups and downs but she had a normal and happy childhood. Well, as normal a childhood as one could have with a semi-famous model for a father and a makeup artist in early retirement as a mother. Still, they loved their daughter and doted on her at every point. She was their perfect little angel, after all.
Of course, life rarely gives us perfect happiness.
The little girl who was taught to be dependent on her parents for every little thing suddenly found herself quite alone and entirely devastated when they died in a car crash some time after her seventh birthday.
Lucie's aunt took over guardianship and attempted to care for her traumatized and injured charge the best she could. She walked on eggshells around the girl and couldn't find it in her heart to ever be strict with the poor little thing despite the doctor's recommendations. As a result, Lucie grew up to be tremendously spoiled.
Superpower: Selective Intangibility.
Theoretically, Lucie possesses the ability to render herself intangible, allowing her to pass through matter and energy completely unharmed while at the same time being tangible to interact with what she wishes to. At the heart of it, this power stems from spatial manipulation, manipulating the planes of existence on a relatively small level as the ability can only extend to herself and inanimate objects she is in contact with. It also allows her the capability to disrupt organic matter and electronics by passing through them. An added benefit is that she can camouflage herself to perfectly blend in with her environment.
Weaknesses: Selective intangibility is exactly what is sounds like, rendering her abilities rather limited as to what she can do. Her intangibility can only extend to relatively small objects, and she needs to be in contact with them for it to work. Becoming completely tangible while inside a solid object would injure her, and might even kill her, depending on the molecular structure of said object. While her passing through them would completely damage or disrupt electronics, the most it can do to an organic is to knock them out for a while. Her camouflage ability takes a lot of concentration and is only perfect for as long as she remains still. Once she starts moving, its difficult to constantly keep adjusting her camouflage and she isn't impossible to spot by the slight distortions. |
51,829 | 1,401 | 38 | 2,692 | 854 | Voices go away. Please.
"I can't make it stop," she practically whined as they began to walk away from the growing group.
As they began to leave the mass of teenagers, the voices began to die down in her head. Unfortunately she seemed to not be able to catch a break, because as soon as they both made their way into the room, something seemed to hit Abel like a brick wall. Irina's green eyes widened as she watched him fall to the ground in pain.
"Abel? Are you okay?!"
Irina quickly ran over to Abel, frantically trying to help him with whatever was going on. The situation couldn't have lasted for than a couple minutes, but as soon as Irina placed her hands on Abel's bare shoulders, the girl's mind was filled with a ridiculous amount of sound that she couldn't help but let go of Abel and backpedal away from him as fast as possible. It wasn't until Abel had gotten himself up and broken some screen that the noises subsided and Irina was left standing while trying to catch her breath.
"Too much. This is too much." She somewhat understood what Abel meant, about the binary. "You can hear technology ...?" She didn't get to finish her question when Nikolai walked in, after the ordeal was over with. Irina lifted her hands to where her fingers were rubbing her temples, trying to soothe out the headache from the sensory overload.
"I hear voices, and I think they belong to everyone here," her tone was a bit more serious than what it had been before. She walked back over to Abel who was now sitting down. She say next to him and place a hand on his back hesitatingly, trying to offer him some type of comfort although she was horrible at it. "I heard what you heard," she spoke softly to Abel before looking back at Nikolai. "You come from Russia, no? My dad is from Moscow. I lived there for some years. I understand you but I can not speak it. I was mostly raised in Spain."
What people needed here was a sort of familiarity. Something they could deem trustworthy and could latch on for reassurance. Irina hoped that she could offer some to both Abel and Nikolai. Maybe becoming best friends wasn't something that she, or they, would be interested, but if anything were to happen it would be nice to know someone has your back. | Name
Irina Ivanov
Age
December 3, 1998 (making her 17)
Gender
Female
Sexuality
Heterosexual
Height
5'5"
Weight
130 lbs
Appearance
Irina is of a fairly average height, standing at about 5'5" and weighing around 130 lbs. She has well defined curves that are accentuated by the clothes that she wears. She has muscle definition from her years of gymnastics back when she lived in Moscow. Her hair is a jet black color and falls in curls down to the middle of her back, when straight it's an A-line cut and falls a little more to the small of her back. Her skin is a fair, not too pale color, with a few freckles sprinkled over her nose and on the top of her cheeks. Her eyes are a vibrant emerald green surrounded by thick, long lashes. Irina has hardly ever worn make up and finds it annoying and useless.
History
Father being Russian, mother being Spaniard; Being an immigrant from a foreign country has helped shape Irina through out the years. She was born to a dysfunctional family. Her parents were hardly ever home, trying to work hard for Irina to have a better life than they did but because of that there was no communication and the parents ended up divorcing. Irina had stayed with her mother and moved to Spain trying to find somewhere where they could settle down for a while and live calmly. They finally did, after about five years, but by that time Irina was 10 and her abilities had become more persistent. The voices in her head would begin to overwhelm her more frequently and they would stay for longer periods of time. There were days that she could not handle the voices and got to the point where she’d either cry herself to sleep or the migraine would make her fall asleep. It was because of this reason that she was able to be ‘captured’, as she puts it, and taken away from her mother.
Power(s)
Telekinesis. Irina has the ability to manipulate objects with her mind, such as lifting a book and throwing it across a room, but on a slightly larger scale. That ability is not active at the moment though. It is dormant. Her active ability is telepathy. She doesn’t know it yet but she can hear what others are thinking all at once. She can not control the surge of voices that suddenly attack her, or the constant hushed murmurs that sometimes feel as a background noise in her head.
Weakness(s)
While Irina will be able to easily lift several small objects, larger objects will be more difficult to handle. For things any bigger than a human, Irina must concentrate as much as possible to be able to lift it without dropping it. Lifting other humans as well is rather difficult for her, seeing as how she does not trust herself to keep them safe. Another weakness would be that if too much mental exertion happens, internal injuries will happen. When it comes to telepathy, she can not just delve into others minds as some type of all powered being. If others want to keep certain thoughts ‘private’, she can not read or see them. To start with, Irina can only hear what people are presently thinking and that’s only because she can not control what she can or can not hear.
Personality
A bit of a reclusive person, Irina would technically classify as an introvert but she doesn't think so. She likes to be around others but enjoys just listening to conversations. She has a 'polite' look on her face that would make her seem approachable by others, yet as soon as she speaks it's another story. Irina is very stern and at times somewhat sarcastic when others get on her nerves. She, in some ways, can be very naive at times, not knowing much about the new country, only the town where she resides.
Even with this type of 'wall' that she has built, Irina is a caring person to those that win her heart. She has a soft spot for children and animals and strives to help either one. She also has a major soft spot for sweets. |
51,830 | 1,401 | 39 | 1,142 | 1,144 | Arthur Ragnarson
Location: Cafeteria
The entrance of other people to the room startled the girl Arthur had been talking to and she leaped from her chair, disappearing. He blinked a couple of times, trying to keep up with the pace of events. Did she disappear like the other bloke? His question was answered when she returned, phasing back in to the visible plane.
Chameleon?
It was weird, analysing this situation so calmly. For Arthur it was like working out people's abilities was just second nature to him but he suspected that this calmness was probably merely the crust on a deep chasm of despair and fear and so he chose not to probe in case he broke that thin crust. Now was hardly the time to have a breakdown, especially if he was going to have to work together with those around him; no one would rely him to operate under pressure if it came to it.
"Ah. Umm ye-yeah. I do have powers.. S-sorry about that." The girl had spoken, although it hardly needed pointing out at that stage. Arthur smiled, as if it were the most understandable thing in the world.
"Not to worry! I think we're all on edge a little bit, in here. Although that's not surprising, really. All things considered."
Yeah, you're the weird one for being so calm. You were kidnapped!
When the girl mentioned Charterhouse he was dragged from his reverie, looking back up sharply. For some reason hearing that someone here was from a similar place gave him hope, although he acknowledged the illogicality of that.
"Charterhouse? That's not far from Eton. It's near Guildford, isn't it? I wonder if there's a connection, why we were both brought here. I mean, I don't have any powers that I know of. I heal quickly but nothing... special." Was that it then? Had they decided his ability to recover rapidly, or at least faster than others, was sufficient reason to bring him here? Powers seemed to be the likely cause for this unusual event but up until then Arthur hadn't really thought he possessed one.
“Heya! Name’s Uriel! Flashy name, I know. So uh, would you guys happen to know what the dealio with this place is? I mean, were you kidnapped too?” The loud one had joined them, dropping his various snacks on the table and taking a seat. He didn't seem malignant, just maybe unaware of their situation or, like Arthur, trying not to acknowledge it. Trying to see the best in people was one of Arthur's good traits, as he considered it, so he smiled at the newcomer in an attempt to welcome him to the small table.
"My name's Arthur. I don't know what's going on here but yes, I was kidnapped. It seems like we all were. I was at the college library and then... someone grabbed me and I think they gave me a dose of something. Then I woke up here. So far I haven't seen anyone except others like us. Oh, and this is..."
He was about to introduce the girl but then realised he didn't Want to reveal her name without her permission. Under the circumstances he could understand not wanting to give out too much information about oneself. He changed the topic, to rectify his small mistake, and spoke to Uriel.
"It seems most people in here have powers, if not everyone. I didn't think I had one but... maybe it's possible. Are you empowered as well?" | Arthur Ragnarson
Age: 17, born 11th October 1998
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual/Bi-Romantic
Appearance
Arthur is above average height, standing at 5' 11", is broad shouldered and has a strong build from years of playing a variety of sports. Ever since he stopped growing, in the last year or so, he has undergone physical training under the instruction of a tutor to enhance his potential as a sportsman and athlete. As such he is well toned and has a habit of beginning every morning early with a round of intense exercise.
He is naturally pale skinned but has a long-term tan from his frequent outdoors activities and has very pale hair, blond almost to the point of being white-haired. His eyes are a turquoise colour, bright and warm, with an intensity that could be unnerving if it were not for the relaxed air that surrounds their owner.
History
Arthur was born and bred in Southern England of the United Kingdom. His father was a successful accountant to the wealthy in London, often away for weeks or even months at a time while his mother had worked as a lawyer before Arthur came along. After that she retired but still received a sizeable income after inheriting controlling shares of a large stationary company built up by her grandfather.
Ever since Arthur can remember his mother has been mentally unstable and it supposedly only got worse after giving birth to him. Arthur's father never said a thing but it was clear he put a great deal of blame on his son and, although he provided an extraordinarily privileged upbringing, there was no love in the relationship. When the option for going to a boarding school arose Arthur was shipped off before he even knew what was happening and ever since has rarely returned home and even then only for a brief period of time.
As one might expect with such wealth in the family, Arthur had access to the most expensive tutors and trainers with a great deal of expectation thrust upon the only child in the family. His strong academic performance was matched with an array of athletic and other sporting awards and it was inevitable that he was given multiple scholarships to Eton, the most expensive and prestigious school in the country. Here he brushed shoulders with the offspring of former Prime Ministers and other leading politicians, the children of the richest and most powerful businessmen and women and even the occasional Royal (although not any heirs to the throne, of course).
Over the years he learned to enjoy his time away from home and his family and became very independent. A lot of his spare time was spent with various sports team (specifically the badminton, rugby and athletic clubs) and the rest was in the expansive libraries his affluent schools opened to their pupils.
It was during one of these spells in the quiet library that he was seized by the programme's operatives and secreted out to a waiting vehicle, the librarian conveniently called away to an emergency elsewhere.
Power: Accelerated healing.
It was during a rugby game that Arthur first had a clue to his power's existence. A high tackle wrenched his left shoulder out of its socket but his coach forced it back in as there was no sub to take his place and cancelling a game due to injury would forever be a blight upon the school's record. The next few scrums put additional pressure on the shoulder until his collar bone fractured just as the game ended.
Once at hospital it was found the injury had begun to mend already and he constantly exceeded his doctor's time frames for the recovery process to the point of it being abnormal. |
51,831 | 1,401 | 40 | 257 | 612 | URIEL ATTICUS - LOCATION: CAFETERIA
Everyone here was kidnapped? All these teenagers? Uriel ignored the panic rising in him. He shoved it back into the furthest corner of his mind. It had no business here. He couldn’t let it drag him down. But still, he couldn’t stop his heartbeat from racing, couldn’t prevent his fingers from clasping the mirror shard even tighter than before.
Not now, he thought to himself like a mantra, Calm the hell down. Nothing will get done if you break down like a wimp. Don’t let it go now.
“Aw jeez, all of us got kidnapped? That’s a serious bummer, bro!”
Just who on Earth were they dealing with here? They were able to drug and capture so many people. And what the hell was this facility? Uriel hadn’t explored much but he felt that it was much larger than the hallway and cafeteria he had been in. Human traffickers? Aliens? Evil scientists? He almost wished that it were just the standard organised crime members seeking a ransom. At least with a Mafia kidnapping he would have had an idea of what was going on.
Seriously, stop freaking out. Find a distraction or something.
Uriel took extra care this time pushing away and ignoring the little part of his head that was telling him to curl up and cry. He’d done so well when he woke up in that unfamiliar room, why stop now?
It’s a great day. It’s a great day! I have all the snacks I want and I’m making new friends. A friend with a British accent of all things! Everything’s fiiine.
He needed a distraction. He downed half the Coke in one go and ferociously tore open a pack of gummy bears while listening to Arthur. Arthur himself seemed pretty chill. Uriel could appreciate a guy like that. The girl at their table was blushing like mad. She seemed nervous. There was plenty of reason to be.
Deep breaths, pal.
In his mini-internal-freakout, his senses seemed to snap. He was feeling something weird, something that wasn’t from within him. Sensations that weren’t his own. Headaches. Sluggishness. But they were separate from his conditions. It was like the slight shiver on your skin when a draft breezes through the room. And these particular drafts were coming from his two new companions. He glanced around the table. He chose to concentrate on the girl first. Headache. No other sensation. Arthur next. Headache. Sluggishness in the body. Slight pain on neck. Uriel snuck a look. The Brit had a slight bruise on his neck, much like Uriel’s. Yikes, what had his kidnappers dosed him with? Uriel chowed down on more gummy bears and washed them down with the remainder of his soft drink. Maybe the sugar would clear his head.
"It seems most people in here have powers, if not everyone. I didn't think I had one but... maybe it's possible. Are you empowered as well?"
Now that was a distraction.
“Uh, like Superman powers? I’m not gonna start shooting lasers out of my eyes or anything am I?” Uriel joked lamely. It was getting harder and harder to keep his smile up.
He just wanted to leave already. Just forget all of this already. Those drugs messed him up real bad. Anxiety shook his core and he struggled to keep it in. He felt something bleed out of him, yet another sensation that he couldn’t understand. It radiated outwards to Arthur and the girl.
Just keep smiling, goddammit. | Name: Uriel Atticus
Age: 17, born March 26, 1998
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Pansexual
History:
Rich, handsome and smart, Uriel was born with it all. His parents were extremely doting; Uriel got whatever he wanted as an apology for their constant absences in his life. He grew up in the lap of luxury but rather than becoming snobbish, he was eager to share his wealth with his peers. Constantly breezing through life thanks to his natural gifts was too boring.
The first occurrence of his power was during a particularly difficult math test. He was concentrating more than usual and didn’t notice how everyone else in the room was quite uncomfortable and struggling through their own tests. Afterwards, his classmates complained about their headaches during the test period. One girl even threw up. Uriel was completely fine though. However, Uriel was unable to put two and two together and is still unaware of his abilities.
As for how he was kidnapped…some clearly suspicious individuals in suits and sunglasses were standing around in town. Uriel went up to say “Heya” and offer directions (they seemed to be looking for something). They seemed pretty alarmed for some reason ("Aw come on guys, I don't bite!"). He offered to ride shotgun in the black jeep with blacked out windows ("Woah, snazzy car!") and lead them wherever they needed to go. He never saw the syringe coming.
Power:
Pain manipulation - Uriel’s ability allows him to manipulate the biology of living things to trigger exaggerated responses to damaging stimuli. The effect of his ability varies on the person’s mental fortitude and pain threshold. His maximum radius of effect is unknown for now. There must be a trigger at first for his ability to work. For example, if someone is drinking a slushie, Uriel can make them have a brainfreeze. If someone gets shoved, Uriel can make the area shoved feel like a bullet has hit them. Whether he’s manipulating nocireceptors or the somatosensory cortex is unknown.
Currently, the most that he can do is trigger minor headaches within a small radius of about five meters. He is unaware of his power and can use it involuntarily.
Personality:
A magnificently generous and loving individual…is what Uriel sees himself as. While not entirely untrue, Uriel’s bloated ego and flamboyant personality leaves something to be desired when it comes to his altruism. His entire mindset revolves around “noblesse oblige”. Uriel really is a decent fellow but the execution of his good intentions can be quite grating to some and has landed him in trouble more than a few times. He sees himself as a handyman of sorts; if you’ve got a problem he’ll find a solution, don’t worry about the means or costs or nothin’. Because of his varied experiences and no lack of resources, Uriel has picked up a few skills ranging from carpentry to acting to basic skill levels in several instruments.
While being quite academically intelligent (he can get above average grades without even studying), when it comes to people Uriel is pretty gullible. He always tries to see the best in people. This, when paired with his eagerness to help, makes him very easy to persuade or take advantage of. Fortunately, his friends are usually there to fend off people with questionable intentions.
Uriel appears quite charismatic to those who do not know him well. His confidence and friendly personality makes it easy for him to persuade and befriend. Those who have known him for longer than a month think of him as a well-intentioned dork and exasperatedly put up with his many escapades.
His way of speaking is quite poetic and dramatic. He has a tendency to go off on a tangent and make long monologues. |
51,832 | 1,401 | 41 | 1,182 | 1,252 | Location: Indoor Pool
Myriam had walked through the hallways of this institute for quiet a while. To her big disappointment no door leaded to the outside and no room had a real window. She felt trapped more than ever. Her heart race had quickened after three rooms she had been in had no windows and four doors she had tried to open were locked. The situation started to cause her to panic. Whoever had brought her here definitely did not want them to have any chance of leaving. Her breathing had gone heavy, she felt the need for oxygen as her lunges seemed unable to take in the thick air that lingered in the locked up building. She slided down a wall, her hand over her chest, her breathing hard and heavy as she couldn't take in any air. She panicked more and more as she couldn't breathe in any air.
The blonde stood up with all her left energy, trying to keep calm, she reached for the door, expecting it to be locked - but it wasn't. The door opened to the inside and she fell into it and dropped inside the room, face first. She landed on the floor, her head looked up to investigate the room with her eyes. It was a pool! A pool! Sadly though, an inside pool. But on the bright side, Myriam was so confused for a second, that her panic vanished and her breathing steadied. She stood up off the floor and walked deeper into the room. The door fell into it's place.
She walked further into the room, her eyes on the clear water. This was pure luxury... Whoever had kidnapped her, or them all, wanted to give them the impression of being taken good care of. But why? Why did someone keep all those kids locked up in a luxury cage?
Myriam's eyes were still on the water's surface.
about to interact with if they walk into the pool room ^^ | Myriam Riley Cassedy
Appearance
Myriam stands at 1, 53m / almost perfectly 5 feet and is therefor considered petite. She weights 55kg / ca. 121 lbs and has a sporty figure. She doesn't really have a lot of strength and does't show a lof of muscles, though her stomach is nicely toned. Her skin is not exactly pale, but stays a light white tone. She is rather to get sunburnt than catch a tan in summer.
Her hair is naturally blonde, but gets often mistaken for dyed due to her darker roots that make her seem to have naturally brown hair. Myriam's eyes are blue-green and though mostly being described as blue or green, the light can make them look beige-ish too at times.
Her breasts are a decent B cup and rather perky.
Age
18 years
Born on February 24, 1997
Gender
Female
Sexuality
Bisexual with a preference for girls
Likes
Animals
Dancing (and cheerleading)
Doing sports (especially ones involving a ball of any kind)
Books
Chess
Bright colors
The USA flag and the UK flag
Nature and all four seasons
Creative people (she is not creative herself)
Pizza!
Children
Riding the bike
Magic (she will not hear that it is not real!)
Dislikes
Loud sudden noises
Violence
Mean words
Being touched out of nowhere
Being left out or behind
Phoning or voice messages
Fights
Trump
Politics
Needles
Boxing (she considers it too violent)
Power
Mind Control
Myriam's power is easily described as mind control, although it is a lot more complicated than "I say jump, you ask how high". Her ability in using the power is so small, it's barely there. Her power has only unleashed once in her lifetime so far.
At the moment the only time she will be able to use it, is when in great, deeply fear. If she then uses her words to beg someone for something, it will most likely happen. Though the state of someone else doing as she says will only hold on for a few seconds, it might be enough to give her a chance to flee the situation that put her in such horror.
A downside of the power is that she has to be careful what words she uses. At the momental state it's not a necessity since she doesn't know how to use her power anyway. But once unleashed, her power works freely and cannot be blocked out. Meaning if she is angry and yells "fuck yourself", exactly that will happen. She will have to choose her words very wisely once her power breaks through completely. If she would tell someone to "just go and have fun", they will not stop having fun until either death comes along and reprieves them or the effect of the mind control will end (length of mind control effect will change over the time).
The power only works when her words reach the other person's ears directly. It does not work over any kind of speaker, telephone or through a thin wall or door, ect. However, given that she cannot control the power anyway, that is her least problem at the moment.
Personality
Myriam is a very kind person and was very open and happy until the incident happened. However, now her personality has changed. The following is how she is now, after the traumatising experience.
Myriam likes to stay quiet and observe instead of getting into the conversation herself. She doesn't like to be touched out of nowhere, she has to be able to see when someone wants to give her a hug or touch her arm or take her hand in order to prepare for the feeling. The girl is very scared of loud, sudden noises and will shrink together when hearing any unprepared loud noise.
She loves animals and little kids, always wanted to be a mother herself but now not so sure about anything anymore. Any animal is holy to her and she will not harm them, but rather take it outside the house if possible. She is not afraid of any kind of animal and would gladly own a pair of every animal on the planet - yes even the dangerous and toxic onces. The best way to her heart is probably over an animal.
History
Myriam Riley Cassedy grew up as an only child. She had a healthy social life, was doing alright in school and had fun at playing baseball and voleyball. She was a cheerleader in High School and looking forward to her graduation and college years. And then something changed her life completely.
At a dark, rainy night her father sneaked into her room and what happened had put her into a state of incredible fear and horror that had set free her power for the first and last time in her life. She screamed for him to stop several times and when his actions completely froze, she allowed herself to look at him. Horror was on his face as he couldn't move anymore. The girl pushed him off her, running for her dear life. She didn't understand what had happened and certainly did not know that she had forced him to do what she said.
Not wanting to talk about what had happened, she did not dare to go to one of her friends' houses. Especially since she was scared he'd show up there to collect her and bring her home. So she ran and ran until no more breath was in her, collapsed at a train station far away from home and fell asleep in a corner, too tired to make one single thought anymore.
The next time she woke up, she had no idea how much time had passed and if she slept a few hours or a few days - could have easily been both-, but she knew that she definitely did not fall asleep here. She found herself in the room.
Extra
She can handle a shotgun, but has never shot at anything living, only cans and glass bottles. |
51,833 | 1,401 | 42 | 2,502 | 1,203 | Location: Lyra's Room
When the dark-haired girl began crying and shouting words she didn't understand, Stasya felt helpless and confused. All she had wanted was to see if she was okay, and now it seemed she was just making things worse. She didn't know why the girl was shouting at her, or what she could say to reassure her. It would probably be best if she just left the girl alone.
"Ах, ну, пожалуйста, не плачь! Я не собираюсь причинять тебе боль, я обещаю. (Ah, uh, please, don't cry! I'm not going to hurt you, I promise.)" Stasya gently closed the door behind her and dropped to her knees, holding her hands in front of her. "Я просто хотел, чтобы убедиться, что ты в порядке. (I just wanted to see if you were okay.)" She crossed her arms over her chest, doing her best to appear small. "Не больно, не плачь. (No hurt, no cry)"
Over and over again, she repeated those four words. "Не больно, не плачь. (No hurt, no cry.)" She couldn't leave this girl, not while she was crying. This girl... she looked like Natali when it stormed at night, and she would cling to her older sister, shivering and wailing with every crack of thunder. Stasya would just hold her, murmuring those words until she finally fell asleep. What kind of sister would she be if she let this girl continue crying?
Slowly, her scales faded into skin, until only her torso and the upper parts of her arms and legs were covered. | Name: Stasya Volkov
Age: 16, December 21st, 1998
Gender: female (for now)
Sexuality: unknown
Appearance: Due to the potential extent of the subject’s powers, she may not possess a singular appearance. Currently, however,the subject possesses a “base form” of sorts. This form has the appearance of a fifteen year old girl, with pale-coloured skin, dark hair, and bright blue eyes. She stands at approximately 5’1”. Be advised, the subject has been seen to subconsciously adjust minor details of her appearance based on her emotional state.
Personality: Extended psychological evaluations have revealed that the subject is very compliant and meek, likely due to her past trauma. She is also easily agitated, particularly by close proximity to older males (see subject history for details). This makes her very dangerous, as her powers tend to reflexively activate when she is in distress. She has been seen to have frequent nightmares, though close proximity to a trusted individual appears to alleviate this.
History: Investigation of the subject’s previous life indicates that she came from a low income family. Born in Saratov, Russia, her father worked as a security guard, while her mother stayed at home with her and her little sister. Her father was also an abusive alcoholic. Starting at the age of 15, the subject was repeatedly raped by her drunken father over the course of a year, which appears to have been what triggered her powers; approximately two months after the subject’s 16th birthday she was found covered in what appeared to be scales, with no visible sexual characteristics. Subject was placed in the hospital upon discovery, and obtained shortly thereafter.
Power:
Adaptive Shape-shifting: Subject has demonstrated the ability to subconsciously make medium-scale alterations to her body in response to her emotional state and environment, such as minor alterations to her height, weight and density, epidermal alterations such has scales, fur growth and defensive weapons such as fangs, claws and spines (note: these are not particularly large or sharp). Observation has also revealed conscious minor-scale alterations such as hair colour, skin colour and eye colour. |
51,834 | 1,401 | 43 | 2,633 | 3,130 | Mayuri Nakasone
Room 7 - Mayuri's Room
There was something highly, highly wrong with this situation. There was something deeply rooted in this place, this event, that simply radiated malice. There was something cold and uncaring, a bloodcurdling and stomach turning presence, omnipotent and overarching that seemed to seep out of every word spoken and every dark corner of every room.
This place, this hotel, this hospital, this facility... It was evil. There was nothing else to say about it. This establishment was coloured black, purple. It held nothing in its heart besides a cruel evil and a search for knowledge. Was that was this was? Some kind search for knowledge? Was there something special about people like Mayuri, and this white haired girl?
"Hello, Mayuri. I'm Amara but everyone calls m-" whatever the girl planned to say was cut off abruptly by a loud, sharp coughing fit. The sudden sound caused Mayuri to recoil, flinch backwards, close her eyes and block out the sound. That never worked though... She found that out a long time ago, but even still that was her go-to defence method against things she did not want to hear. Cruel words, shouting... They didn't go away when they were ignored.
"I'm sorry about that," her cough was done, and Mayuri looked back at her, slightly teary-eyed, "My throats a little hoarse but, um, I'm Mara." oh, she had a nickname? Mara... That was just Amara shortened, right? Why didn't people just call her Amara? But then again, that was like asking why people called her Mayu. There wasn't an answer. Not really.
"I-it's... F-fine..." her voice was a continued wave of high pitched, unsteady sound. You could feel the anxiety flowing from her throat, from her lungs, making the very atoms around her anxious as well.
"I don't know where we are...I'm sorry." So... Did that mean no one knew? How many people were there? 12? Were there 12? That seemed a bit many, but then again it seemed like too few. Mayuri's face sunk slightly at the notion that perhaps nobody knew where they were... Was there even a way out, a way home? Everything was just becoming even bleaker...
Was this room black too? It didn't feel like it. Amara didn't look black either, but there was no telling. Black spread into everything eventually, corrupted and malformed it beyond recognition. Mayuri wasn't black either, but who knew... She was one of the most susceptible to becoming black. Becoming evil. That gullible personality, that naive smile. Did she truly know anything of the world? The hardships, the torment, the joy..? Would she ever even find out?
"Sorry, I- I didn't mean to barge in here. I forgot what room I came out of and then there... Um, there are others in the hall and shouting. Anyway, I'm sorry." yes, she heard the others. They all sounded panicked as well, even the Russians, "Um, would you mind if I get some water from your sink?"
"D-don't... W-worry about it... U-um, y-yeah, you can g-get some water... she stood to the side a little, letting the girl go straight ahead. The door was already open, so the bathroom was on full display. Mayuri looked at her sheepishly, avoiding eye contact and instead training on her mouth, or the wall whenever Mara looked at her.
She plopped herself onto the bed, looking away and adjusting her jacket. It was amazing she had managed to stay under the covers as long as she did considering how warm the jacket could get. Though, Mayu did tend to get quite cold, even if it was warm. The jacket helped in that regard, but also in the cute side, not that she needed help in that, but having a hooded jacket with cat ears just made her even more adorable. | Name: Mayuri Nakasone
Age: 16 (but she looks a lot younger)
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual - not that she's actually had a relationship.
Appearance: Mayuri stands at about 5'4", with blackish-purple hair and dark purple eyes. Rarely, you'll catch her without her red framed glasses adorning the bridge of her nose, but that occurrence is rare unless the girl is sleeping (you perv). Oh, you were wondering... Yes, she actually is 16. She just... Never grew up. Unlike her sister, who grew to be a rather tall mature looking girl, Mayuri never passed her Loli phase. A prepubescent face, a prepubescent body, just about A-cup breasts... Not to mention quite a high voice and a tendency to turn a bright shade of tomato at the slightest thing.
The only thing that could be called remarkable on a girl like Mayuri is her mark. It developed some time when she was around 8, and she's been covering it up as best she can since then. In fact, the only people who have ever actually seen it are her family and closest friends, as she refuses to do P.E. The mark (as seen on her chest in the image above) is the epicentre of her of seemingly random ability. But, why the hell are you looking down her top?! You fucking pervert paedo!
History: History? She looks like she's 10! But, fine. At home, the relationship between her family is as good as you could want. The parents never fight, the sisters are mostly good friends, money is more or less plentiful. School, less so. Sure, Mayuri has many close friends, but that's about it. She stays away from the boys, avoids conversation with others, and is usually made fun of because of her... Lolita body (people are dicks, I know). Her grades are pretty damn good, averaging around a B, and her English is almost impeccable. Its gotten to the point where she only speaks to people in English, besides her family and close friends of course. Its surprising how much English she speaks, considering her native language is Japanese (yes, that's so I don't have to use Google Translate. Leave me alone).
Mayuri was kidnapped in... A rather unconventional way. Being a rather naive character, she tends to fall for things quite easily. But, because of her ability, she usually needs not to worry about the consequence. Somehow, these guys knew. Syringes wouldn't work, and neither would blunt force. So how do you trick a young, gullible girl into doing something that would result in her capture? Well, you get a cat to lead her into an ally, and you have one of your agents give her a bar of chocolate. Works every time ^~^
Power: Spacial Disruption is a rather random, almost impossible to detect ability focused simply on defence at its current level. Spacial Disruption (or codename Praesidium Shield) is a space-time reflective ability stemming from the symbol on Mayuri's body. It doesn't usually take a form, at least not currently, and seems to have an almost random occurrence. The girl has no control over it yet, but nevertheless it is present. If she were to fall and cut herself, the shield would generate. If she were to punched, the shield would reflect it. It could almost be called an unintentional invulnerability to physical harm, but only those passing at a certain speed. If she were shot with live ammo at her current level, she would likely die. |
51,835 | 1,401 | 44 | 994 | 197 | Amara 'Mara Nguyen
Location: Room seven Mayuri's room
"D-don't... W-worry about it... U-um, y-yeah, you can g-get some water... " Mayuri said as she stood to the side a little.
Goodness, all of this felt so surreal as Mara stepped passed the girl. She couldn't shake off the leaden weight that hung around her shoulders. It took her everything in her not to just lay down quietly and stay there but that would be admitting defeat. There was a young girl here, a fact Mara silently cursed as she turned the handle on the faucet, who knows who else they had taken. Or the reason why. A surge of anger boiled in the pit of her stomach as Mara looked into the mirror for the first time. Looking back at her was someone she didn't recognize. There was sorrow and emptiness that poured from her dark blue eyes. Her lip was swollen and angry with dark blood caked down her chin. Normally the white wash of her hair was bouncy and soft but now; it just looked matted and in disarray. She tore her eyes away from the picture in front of her not wanting to look at it any longer.
This was not the Mara she knew but then again, how would she know? How was she supposed to react? There was a swirl of emotions that battled within her and in the end all it did was leave her feeling empty and shell shocked.
Scooping the cold water in her hands she drank it greedily. The fire that once burned in the back of her throat soothed it's angry roar. She needed that. A nervous energy now buzzed in the back of her head as a thousand questions assualted her but first thing was first. Mara scooped another handful of water and splashed it against her face. With gentle motions she scrubbed away the crusted blood and washed away the smeared makeup that trailed beneath her eyes. Wetting her fingers she dragged it through her hair; pulling at tangles and breaking the knots that had formed.
She looked back at herself; there she was. Still pale and exhausted looking but there was the girl she knew. A spark had returned to her and while there was nothing to do about the bruises or her busted lip it was still a start. Shutting off the water she stepped back into Mayuri's room only to find the little girl settled on her bed; picking at her jacket with anxious fingers. Mara let out a soft sigh, "Thank you, Mayuri," she gave the girl a small half smile, "I really needed that... this whole thing. Well, I'm pretty sure you know." Her voice had found it's strength again though the tone still whispered with a certain harshness. She figured it'd go away in a few days. Along with the rest of her wounds but for now it was a start.
Taking a hesitant step towards her, Mara shifted nervously on the balls of her feet. "There's quite a few others out there...I'm not sure how many but," she trailed off before clearing her throat, "How are you feeling?" She wanted to change the subject. Mayuri was clearly as anxious as she was though as Mara took a closer look at her she was relieved to see that she seemed unharmed. Physically at least. She wanted to do something for her. Like she would do when her little sister had a hard day at school. A memory bubbled to the surface of the two of them swinging by the lake. Lillith's face shining for the first time as her cheeks scrunched up the way all small children's do; until they lose the baby fat. An unbidden smile formed on her lips as the mirth of her littlest sisters laughter bounced freely in her head. Mara would do anything to hear her laugh again. To see them again and with that the smile faded as quickly as it came.
She made a silent promise to herself. She'd get out of here and she'd take Mayrui out of here too. | Sometimes it's hard to just keep going
But faith is moving without knowing
Amara 'Mara' Nguyen
Can I trust what I can't see?
To reach my destiny
I want to take control but I know better
Name
Amara Nguyen
Age
Eighteen
Birthday
January 1
Gender
Female
Sexuality
Bi-sexual
Room number
Six
Coach
Felix Larsen
Appearance
Amara stands at a mere five foot two, her body slim and willowy. While her heritage is mixed she tends to favor her father who hails from South Korea. Her features are soft and delicate like that of a birds; in fact the only thing that truly stands out on the young lady was the shocking white of her locks. A rare recessive gene that passed from her mother's side. Her flesh is almost as pallid as her hair but that was more of a personal choice. She didn't care for the contrast between her lighter tresses and dark skin. Amara's style was simple; a wash of monochrome dresses and general light fabrics. The only featuring colors was the soft pink of her lips and the dark blue of her eyes. Despite her rather reclusive nature Amara tended to draw attention and over time had developed an easy-going demeanor around strangers.
History
Her life was simple, really. She got up for school every morning around five am and would relax listening to music until the rest of the house would stir awake. She was always an early riser which tended to be helpful when you're the oldest out of four. She'd rouse her younger siblings; helping them dust off the remaining traces of sleep and begin her day. Her mother, Korabell, was a neurosurgeon and often out and working late while her father had actually passed several years back in a fatal car accident. Before then he was a librarian. The stark difference between her parents was probably why they got along so well. Her mother was high stress and always on the go while her father was soft, calm and took his time. They balanced each other out. Amara always admired their dedication to one other and secretly hoped to find someone who'd compliment her nature like they had.
She generally took after her father in more than just looks. She was soft spoken and quiet where her younger siblings tended to be rowdy and rough. In fact her nonchalant attitude had earned her a reputation in high school. Somehow bringing her to cool status within a mere week of transferring there. She didn't completely mind though. In fact it was how she had made her best friend; Nova. Nova was Amara's closet companion. She was loud and outgoing- a little brash at times but that's what she loved about her the most. The girl was never afraid to say exactly what she thought. The two were practically inseparable. In fact she was the only one who had known about Amara's odd quirks.
Her kidnapping was, well it was a kidnapping! Greedy hands that grabbed and pulled and bound her. Shoving her head in a black bag as she was roughly shoved to the floor. She'll never forget that moment. As her heart lodged firmly in her throat.
Power
Time disruption:
It started out with small gaps; she'd lose her footing and it was as if everything slowed for a tiny second. Just enough time for her to recognize that she was falling but never enough for her to correct herself. The longest time was during her father's accident. She had actually been in the passenger side when an oncoming car suddenly lurched into their lane. Everything felt frozen as she watched horrified as her father slowly braced for impact. Out of instinct she had curled herself up and in result managed to avoid the dashboard crushing both her legs. Her father; wasn't so lucky. Amara had never had it last as long since. In fact usually by time she realized it was happening it was already over. |
51,836 | 1,401 | 45 | 2,143 | 593 | Abel "Abe" Parker | Location: Lounge
Abel sighed, listening to Nikolai and Irina's talking. He placed his fingers against eyelids and massaged them, relief filling him as the throbbing left him. As his adrenaline faded, he felt stinging on his hand, and flipped it around to see that his knuckles were bleeding slightly. He sighed and wiped the blood off on the couch. He could care less whose couch he was staining.
He swore as his vision flashed again, this time showing him a picture of the lounge where the sat. He gave the pain a few moments to subside, and then leaned his elbows on his knees and placing his head in his hands. "Oh my God." He muttered to no one in particular. "There's cameras everywhere. They're watching us!" He suddenly stood up, his fists clenched in anger.
Completely disregarding Nikolai and Irina, he marched to the middle of the lounge. He thought about the perspective of the camera he'd just seen through, and deduced that it was on the far wall. He turned to the wall and shook his head. "I know you're watching us!" He shouted towards the wall. "I don't know who you are, but I know you've got cameras throughout the whole building! Hiding behind your computers like a coward!" HE looked to his left at the mini bar and grabbed a porcelain bowl from the counter. He threw it against the wall, shattering it. Breathing heavily turned back to the other two.
"It's like its a damn game to them!" He said with strained, angry vocal chords. He blinked away the furious tears that were peaking at his eyelids. | Abel "Abe" Parker
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Appearance:
He stands at 6'2 and weighs about 180 pounds. He's muscular, but not jacked. He has long dark hair, but usually keeps his facial hair to a short trim (As seen in the image). He wears long sleeves most of the time but usually has them rolled to his mid-forearm.
History:
Abel is the son of a single mother and has two sisters that are identical twins. Being the oldest, and the only man in the house, he took on a lot of responsibilities. He grew up teaching his younger sisters, who were thankfully athletic like he was, how to play sports, which was the only thing they all had in common. Despite this, he was still a more reserved person. He often stayed in his room and played video games and studied computers.
Unlike most gamers and techies , he was also very into lifting weights, though he didn't want to get bulky and look like a disgusting bodybuilder. As soon as he was old enough he started working out until he could lift a decent amount for his size and age. Due to being in a house constantly filled with his sisters and his sister's friends, he often quickly found himself outnumbered and completely overwhelmed by feminine presence in his house.
In high school he played soccer and was actually really good at it. Despite this, he was never a popular kid. The only reason that most people knew him was because it was common knowledge that he could be called upon to fix most technological issues that people experienced throughout a regular day. His affinity to technology made it far from surprising that his ability was Technopathy.
Power: Technopathy
Abel can read and emit electronic wavelengths and take over most common electronics. At first however, he will only be able to read them and feel them, and won't be able to control how he interacts with them. Eventually, however, he will be able to posses technology and communicate with it, and his radius of control will expand. |
51,837 | 1,401 | 46 | 2,065 | 3,584 | :-:Location:-: The Cafeteria
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Allia simply nodded at his response before speaking. “Yeah. Near Guildford.” Allia's tone was a bit more mellow as she looked down. My house is one hour away. In Manly. It's that ginormous mansion that's size doesn’t even seem to have a point with all of the empty rooms. You know that couple that people call stuck up when they’re on TV? Talking about their riches and their perfect life? Yeah, that’s my parents. She sighed, stopping her negative thoughts.
“Y-You...That probably counts.” she says quietly at the boy. If he had rapid healing, that was just proving her theory and the theory of others to be that much more accurate. This was starting to price itself together and she was beginning to feel bad for the people around her. While she didn’t really care what happened to her, they just looked so… miserable. The girl that was crying, the angry Russian man, ...and now this boy that had just entered the conversation with a fake smile as bright as the sun. Allia couldn’t help but attempt to smile when she saw his smile though she gave up rather soon.
She looked at him and her blushing had finally stopped. She was getting less nervous by the minute though it should have been the exact opposite.
Allia simply nodded when he mentioned that the situation was a bummer. The boy drank extremely quickly and she watched as he did so.
This boy reminded her of her parents. Not in a bad way, of course. Just because of his smile. She’d seen a smile like that many times whether it was at a gala or just her parents trying to act like they were happy together. So painful.
She had been listening to their conversation for a while without uttering a word. It was pretty hard to find a good time to introduce herself. She was going to do so when Arthur had nearly introduced her but for whatever reason, he quickly brushed passed it and she missed her chance. Allia finally found a spot to introduce herself and did so.
He had been smiling that smile and was perhaps waiting for someone else to continue the conversation or start one. "My name's A-Allia." she says, smiling a bit as she introduces herself. Allia was tempted to ask if he was alright but she knew he wasn't. She looked over at Arthur and saw that he looked like he was in some sort of actual pain.
"A-Arthur?? A-Are you alright? You don't look well at all. D-Do you feel pain? A headache?" she says, a worried tone and expression on her face as she frowns. Was he in pain?? Why was he in pain? Perhaps the drugs? | Allia stands at 5'6" which is a height that she has always loved. Not too tall and not too short but short enough to sneak out of places when she felt like she needn't be there. Allia always has her soft white hair which curls up towards the ends brushed in front of her face. The only facial features that you would be able to see are her rosy pink lips that are small but appear large when she smiles. Underneath that glomp of hair is a cute girl with peculiar eyes that are a mix between purple and blue. Her body, which is quite well toned has a few scars but the most noticeable would be the one on her left arm that looks suicidal but it wasn't on purpose. The one near her right eye has practically fully healed and faded away.
17, December 2nd
Female
Pansexual
Allia, since she was young, was a weakling when it came to socialization. She was bullied throughout elementary and 2 years of middle school. In middle school, a lot of the kids would make fun of her just for the sake of it. She was timid, quiet, a pushover, and awkward. Allia was never good with eye contact. It made her so nervous that she started to feel extremely sick in the stomach. Her school was mainly full of rich kids that had no idea that the world wasn’t just their playground.
Allia was the daughter of a rich couple that managed one of the largest international trading company that they had owned along with her father's family fortune. Her parents weren’t too sweet. They honestly didn’t care as long as she didn’t taint their name and made sure to stay out of their way. She tried to please them but it was a pretty hard job when they wouldn’t even pay attention to her most of the time. Allia felt unnoticed all of the time but over the years, she just got used to it. Grades were important to them. A smart child was a good thing to have so bad grades were not allowed and B's would result in punishment which was usually getting hit and not having any food for 2 days.
Her middle school was a pretty large private school that cost much more than your average private school to get into. The only friend that she had was one of the popular girls that ended up trapping her inside of the storage room for 5 hours straight, thus her fear of dark and small rooms. As well as females in general. Now, her fear for girls has gone down but it still took a toll on her when the girls would gang up on her.
Moving to her new middle school and now high school was good for her. It still had kids that were mean but over the years, she started to hide her eyes away from sight. No one would talk to her too much since she was that creepy girl with the bangs that hid practically all of her face besides her eyes. Then, she could actually have somewhat proper conversations with people without getting shy. In fact, it allowed her to be completely different.
The day that she was kidnapped was a boring one. She was studying for the most part and decided to go outside. They hit her with her weakness. Sweets. Luring her in by promising her a delicious souffle. Allia honestly didn't care so she followed the person that told her there was a nearby shop, only to meet two men that dragged her into a van.
Her power is an extremely simple. Invisibility and the power to become translucent all in all. Since she has just noticed it, it has an unfortunate side effect. If she is nervous at the time, she will become a slight shade of pink before being able to be seen once again. Allia realized that she had this power when she was speaking to someone outside and the wind blew her hair up, causing them to meet her eye. She began to become translucent and nearly invisible, then pink. Allia soon ran away, unsure of what had just happened.
:-:Weaknesses:-: She will start bleeding if she does it too much
-Notes-- She was born with congenital analgesia otherwise known as the condition when one cannot feel pain. |
51,838 | 1,401 | 47 | 1,142 | 1,144 | Arthur Ragnarson
Location: Cafeteria
This guy... he must be on the edge.
Arthur sympathised, seeing all the usually signs of anxiety. The fidgeting, the excessive energy with nowhere to go, the irregular breathing and the eyes which could not seem to settle on anything. If this continued then it wouldn't end well for his fellow inmate. He let Uriel make his joke, thinking how best to approach this, after all he knew nothing about the boy but he had a sense that he was privileged, like himself.
"Oh, I wouldn't put yourself down. I'm sure you've got some kind of super power in you." He returned the joke. He could feel a ringing forming in his head, the tell-tale sign of a serious headache. It was odd, though, for him to have one so soon after another and the one from his drugging had only faded in the last few minutes. This one was different, more acute and swelling at worrying rate.
Arthur winced and rubbed his forehead, a little treatment he usually found helped. Maybe it was merely the action but it felt like doing something usual like that relaxed him and the pain numbed a little although not by much at all. "A-Arthur?? A-Are you alright? You don't look well at all. D-Do you feel pain? A headache?" Allia was looking at in a concerned way, presumably she had seen him wincing.
"Hm? Oh, yes I'm fine thank you. Just a little headache, nothing serious. It's probably from all the excitement here, I warrant." He smiled to reassure her; having two people on the edge of panic was not going to help his own mental state.
A loud ringing interrupted everything, wiping away Arthur's headache as if it had been distracted. It sounded like it was sounding in the entire facility, the kind of ring that heralded a public service announcement at a station or special event. Sure enough, as the last peals faded away, a voice sounded over an intercom.
GM Post - Everywhere
There was the sound of static followed by a hollow-sounding thump, someone had just switched on a microphone on the other end of the intercom system. Then there was a brief cough, as if one were clearing their throat, a brief rustle, and then a female voice sounded. Her sweet, lyrical accent, presumably Irish or Welsh, echoed around the facility and forced those there to stop their activities and conversations to listen.
"Hello all! Now, I understand that you're all confused and scared especially due to the nature of your transportation to this safe facility. We wanted to reassure you that our intentions are pure and we have nothing but your well being, and that of your friends and family, in our hearts and minds! Still, I do apologise for the roughness with which we brought you here but explaining the situation may have made it more dangerous for you all."
There was a brief pause, a small intake of breath and then a loud buzz sounded from down one of the corridors, currently empty of people. Then the voice continued.
"I've just unlocked the Auditorium room! You'll find it opposite the previously locked door at the end of the main hallway! Please make your way there so that we can properly explain why you've all been brought here. We will meet you there once everyone has assembled." | Arthur Ragnarson
Age: 17, born 11th October 1998
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual/Bi-Romantic
Appearance
Arthur is above average height, standing at 5' 11", is broad shouldered and has a strong build from years of playing a variety of sports. Ever since he stopped growing, in the last year or so, he has undergone physical training under the instruction of a tutor to enhance his potential as a sportsman and athlete. As such he is well toned and has a habit of beginning every morning early with a round of intense exercise.
He is naturally pale skinned but has a long-term tan from his frequent outdoors activities and has very pale hair, blond almost to the point of being white-haired. His eyes are a turquoise colour, bright and warm, with an intensity that could be unnerving if it were not for the relaxed air that surrounds their owner.
History
Arthur was born and bred in Southern England of the United Kingdom. His father was a successful accountant to the wealthy in London, often away for weeks or even months at a time while his mother had worked as a lawyer before Arthur came along. After that she retired but still received a sizeable income after inheriting controlling shares of a large stationary company built up by her grandfather.
Ever since Arthur can remember his mother has been mentally unstable and it supposedly only got worse after giving birth to him. Arthur's father never said a thing but it was clear he put a great deal of blame on his son and, although he provided an extraordinarily privileged upbringing, there was no love in the relationship. When the option for going to a boarding school arose Arthur was shipped off before he even knew what was happening and ever since has rarely returned home and even then only for a brief period of time.
As one might expect with such wealth in the family, Arthur had access to the most expensive tutors and trainers with a great deal of expectation thrust upon the only child in the family. His strong academic performance was matched with an array of athletic and other sporting awards and it was inevitable that he was given multiple scholarships to Eton, the most expensive and prestigious school in the country. Here he brushed shoulders with the offspring of former Prime Ministers and other leading politicians, the children of the richest and most powerful businessmen and women and even the occasional Royal (although not any heirs to the throne, of course).
Over the years he learned to enjoy his time away from home and his family and became very independent. A lot of his spare time was spent with various sports team (specifically the badminton, rugby and athletic clubs) and the rest was in the expansive libraries his affluent schools opened to their pupils.
It was during one of these spells in the quiet library that he was seized by the programme's operatives and secreted out to a waiting vehicle, the librarian conveniently called away to an emergency elsewhere.
Power: Accelerated healing.
It was during a rugby game that Arthur first had a clue to his power's existence. A high tackle wrenched his left shoulder out of its socket but his coach forced it back in as there was no sub to take his place and cancelling a game due to injury would forever be a blight upon the school's record. The next few scrums put additional pressure on the shoulder until his collar bone fractured just as the game ended.
Once at hospital it was found the injury had begun to mend already and he constantly exceeded his doctor's time frames for the recovery process to the point of it being abnormal. |
51,839 | 1,401 | 48 | 69 | 678 | Lyra struggled to put more distance between herself and the Reptilian, but her limbs would barely move. However, after a short while, she realized the creature's behavior was rather strange for a man-eating monster. She knelt by the door and said the same thing, over and over, in some lizard language Lyra didn't understand. What was clear was that she was upset - perhaps because she'd been expecting her meal not to be so meager. But why did she look like she was surrendering?
Lyra opened her mouth to urge her visitor to demand someone better to eat, but froze before the words came out. Slowly but surely, the Reptilian's scales were retracting, and skin was taking its place. Lyra's tears stopped as she gaped. Was this girl a were-Reptilian? She had never heard of such a thing before! Yet, as she watched, almost all of the scales disappeared.
Lyra hesitated. "Are you not going to eat me?" she asked. Before she knew what she was doing, she crawled a few inches forward - and fell, her chin landing on the mattress. Perhaps this girl just had some weird condition. "Get help, please!" said Lyra, "I can't really move on my own..." There was no sign of comprehension in the girl's eyes. Did she not speak English?
Desperate to convey her message anyway, Lyra pointed to her legs, then to herself, and shook her head. "I'm really hungry," she said, holding her hand and moving her mouth as if eating a piece of pizza. "If I eat, I may regain a little of my strength, and maybe I'll be able to walk... please, get me something!"
Before she could think of the gestures to convey the last part of her message, Lyra was interrupted by what sounded like a woman talking over an intercom. Apparently, they were in some sort of facility, and were being asked to travel to an auditorium. Lyra looked around helplessly. She couldn't walk on her own, and no one had come to help her. How was she supposed to go anywhere? | Name: Lyra Mistly
Age: 16 (Birthday: October 28th 1999)
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Appearance:
History: Lyra should have had it all. She was born to rich parents, excelled in school, and was one of the most sought after girls at her school. But she was robbed of it, all because of a disease she was born with that the doctors couldn't diagnose.
Her parents flew her all over the country trying to figure it out, yet none of them knew what afflicted her. The disease drained her of most of her strength, made even walking across the street an exhausting chore. Yet it did nothing else. On an examination table, nothing appeared wrong with her. The doctors prescribed her many pills, yet every one of them was ineffective. The weakness persisted.
Eventually, her parents gave up. They coddled her, protected her, but could not free her from her affliction. So she went through life excluded from the other children's games at school. Even when they played inside, she was kept separate from them out of fear that they would accidentally hurt her. So she decided that she liked being alone, that she needed no friends. She would stay inside, reading, playing games, doing whatever she had to to avoid dwelling on her condition.
Yet, one night, when she was 15, all of that changed. She woke up in the middle of the night and found that she could walk. Though she ran around the mansion all night, she never grew tired. Not until the sun began to rise.
She was abducted before she could find out more than that her strength returned in the darkness.
Power: Lyra can manipulate shadows and darkness. However, her powers work only when there is little light, and the deeper the darkness, the stronger she is. When she is in the light her powers fade and her physical strength returns to her normal, feeble levels. |
51,840 | 1,401 | 49 | 2,692 | 854 | Irina Ivanov
Still at the Lounge - Abel/NIkolai
After speaking with Nikolai, Irina had kept quiet while waiting for his response. It was then when things became a little worrisome for the teenager. Abel had once again began to lose it, and Irina began to freak out, fearing that she would hear and see what Abel was experiencing as well. Fortunately, it did not seem to happen again as she thought.
"Abe..."
With wide, and some what fear filled eyes, Irina watched as Abel began to shout at ‘cameras’ that must have been around them. She could not see any thing except for the solid walls and what ever decor was placed on them. She had turned quickly to Nikolai for some type of reassurance, or sign. Had she missed something? Was she not told something? Nikolai didn’t give Irina the response she had been hoping for, so she turned her attention back on Abel. Her full lips pouted out a bit as she frowned, wishing she could help him or understand what he was seeing. Were they really being watched?
Almost as if one cue, a voice came on the intercom which interrupted everything that was going on through Irina’s head. The young woman looked up to face the ceiling like an idiot as she tried to find the source of the voice, but to no avail. It was attempting to appease them, so it seemed. Trying to calm them in the most reasonable manner and then instructed them to head to an auditorium.
“Auditorium?” Irina’s voice was a bit more high pitched, having gone up an octave as the panic began to fill her again. If she couldn’t handle being in the cafeteria with some people, then how could she handle being in an auditorium with everyone?
’I guess I have no choice’, she thought as she pushed herself off of the couch and began making her way to the doorway, slowing to a stop at the edge of the doorway and peering into the hall. She could hear the indistinct chatter of everyone that had probably already began to make their way into their meeting place. “I can’t go in there. I can already hear them with my ears. If i hear them in my head, I don’t think I’d be able to take it.”
Irina looked down at her hands, letting her soft, black curls cover her face as she pondered the situation if she were to choose to join everyone. She had to though. She didn’t want to be alone in her room. What if something bad happened to her and no one was there to help?
’If they go, I go.'
It was decided. She refused to stay alone, so she would take the risk. Secretly, she wished that they’d say no to the meeting, but she knew that their curiosity would win. | Name
Irina Ivanov
Age
December 3, 1998 (making her 17)
Gender
Female
Sexuality
Heterosexual
Height
5'5"
Weight
130 lbs
Appearance
Irina is of a fairly average height, standing at about 5'5" and weighing around 130 lbs. She has well defined curves that are accentuated by the clothes that she wears. She has muscle definition from her years of gymnastics back when she lived in Moscow. Her hair is a jet black color and falls in curls down to the middle of her back, when straight it's an A-line cut and falls a little more to the small of her back. Her skin is a fair, not too pale color, with a few freckles sprinkled over her nose and on the top of her cheeks. Her eyes are a vibrant emerald green surrounded by thick, long lashes. Irina has hardly ever worn make up and finds it annoying and useless.
History
Father being Russian, mother being Spaniard; Being an immigrant from a foreign country has helped shape Irina through out the years. She was born to a dysfunctional family. Her parents were hardly ever home, trying to work hard for Irina to have a better life than they did but because of that there was no communication and the parents ended up divorcing. Irina had stayed with her mother and moved to Spain trying to find somewhere where they could settle down for a while and live calmly. They finally did, after about five years, but by that time Irina was 10 and her abilities had become more persistent. The voices in her head would begin to overwhelm her more frequently and they would stay for longer periods of time. There were days that she could not handle the voices and got to the point where she’d either cry herself to sleep or the migraine would make her fall asleep. It was because of this reason that she was able to be ‘captured’, as she puts it, and taken away from her mother.
Power(s)
Telekinesis. Irina has the ability to manipulate objects with her mind, such as lifting a book and throwing it across a room, but on a slightly larger scale. That ability is not active at the moment though. It is dormant. Her active ability is telepathy. She doesn’t know it yet but she can hear what others are thinking all at once. She can not control the surge of voices that suddenly attack her, or the constant hushed murmurs that sometimes feel as a background noise in her head.
Weakness(s)
While Irina will be able to easily lift several small objects, larger objects will be more difficult to handle. For things any bigger than a human, Irina must concentrate as much as possible to be able to lift it without dropping it. Lifting other humans as well is rather difficult for her, seeing as how she does not trust herself to keep them safe. Another weakness would be that if too much mental exertion happens, internal injuries will happen. When it comes to telepathy, she can not just delve into others minds as some type of all powered being. If others want to keep certain thoughts ‘private’, she can not read or see them. To start with, Irina can only hear what people are presently thinking and that’s only because she can not control what she can or can not hear.
Personality
A bit of a reclusive person, Irina would technically classify as an introvert but she doesn't think so. She likes to be around others but enjoys just listening to conversations. She has a 'polite' look on her face that would make her seem approachable by others, yet as soon as she speaks it's another story. Irina is very stern and at times somewhat sarcastic when others get on her nerves. She, in some ways, can be very naive at times, not knowing much about the new country, only the town where she resides.
Even with this type of 'wall' that she has built, Irina is a caring person to those that win her heart. She has a soft spot for children and animals and strives to help either one. She also has a major soft spot for sweets. |
51,841 | 1,401 | 50 | 257 | 612 | URIEL ATTICUS - LOCATION: CAFETERIA
The girl had a pleasant British accent, not unlike Arthur’s. Talking to these people, knowing that they were all in the same position as he was put Uriel at ease. It was nice to have something to bring him out of his fervour, even for just a little bit.
“Allia, huh? Pretty name.” he said amicably. Pretty smile too. It was- “Just like its owner.”
Geh, did he really just say that out loud? She was just as scared as he was, probably even more. This was no time to be making moves on people! Damn his flawless charisma. Uriel could be pretty dull sometimes but even he knew that it was stupidly insensitive to be hitting on someone in this situation.
“I didn’t- I mean- You seem nice!” Uriel blabbered frantically, trying to rectify the situation, “That’s all! You too, Arthur! You’re both super cool and I hope we all live long enough to be buddies!”
Oh my god, he needed to stop talking right now. He turned his focus to his pile of snacks, ripping open a bag of chips this time. Hopefully stuffing his mouth would hide the blush creeping up his face. Sometimes he could be so- Urgh, salt and vinegar flavour!? Why did he even pick that up??
Something else came up before he could dwell on it any further.
"A-Arthur?? A-Are you alright? You don't look well at all. D-Do you feel pain? A headache?"
"Hm? Oh, yes I'm fine thank you. Just a little headache, nothing serious. It's probably from all the excitement here, I warrant."
Arthur was wincing, rubbing his forehead. Definitely a headache. Uriel could somehow already feel it, even before Arthur clarified it. It wasn’t like the pains that the drugs inflicted. It definitely wasn’t natural either. It was triggered by some sort of outside source. It was sharper and stronger than the usual. Hold on, how did he know that?
Uriel thought that if he calmed down, if he stopped panicking, the sensations would go away. But it was the exact opposite. The more he started thinking, started concentrating, started becoming aware of it all, the stronger it became. And right now, it was all coming from Arthur. It was all really… unsettling for Uriel. But Arthur was the one going through the worst of it. Uriel couldn’t imagine what it must have felt like. On second thought, yes he could. He was sensing it right now somehow.
“You sure, mate?” Uriel asked a bit halfheartedly. There was too much mumbo-jumbo in his head for him to concentrate fully on Arthur’s problem. “If you need anything, it’s fine to ask.”
A loud ringing sounded through the entire facility. It was loud as hell, loud enough to divert Uriel’s thoughts from Arthur’s headache and his own worries. The lady on the intercom had a sweet voice, one that was way too calm and reasonable for the situation they were in.
“’We wanted to reassure you!’” Uriel repeated in a high-pitched mocking voice, “Pure intentions, my ass!”
Uriel was sick of being afraid. Now he was just pissed. And he wanted some goddamn answers. If the only way to get them was to follow the lady’s orders, then so be it. He was going to get to the bottom of this and get out of this place.
He sighed.
“Guess that’s our only option right now. We should go, yeah?” | Name: Uriel Atticus
Age: 17, born March 26, 1998
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Pansexual
History:
Rich, handsome and smart, Uriel was born with it all. His parents were extremely doting; Uriel got whatever he wanted as an apology for their constant absences in his life. He grew up in the lap of luxury but rather than becoming snobbish, he was eager to share his wealth with his peers. Constantly breezing through life thanks to his natural gifts was too boring.
The first occurrence of his power was during a particularly difficult math test. He was concentrating more than usual and didn’t notice how everyone else in the room was quite uncomfortable and struggling through their own tests. Afterwards, his classmates complained about their headaches during the test period. One girl even threw up. Uriel was completely fine though. However, Uriel was unable to put two and two together and is still unaware of his abilities.
As for how he was kidnapped…some clearly suspicious individuals in suits and sunglasses were standing around in town. Uriel went up to say “Heya” and offer directions (they seemed to be looking for something). They seemed pretty alarmed for some reason ("Aw come on guys, I don't bite!"). He offered to ride shotgun in the black jeep with blacked out windows ("Woah, snazzy car!") and lead them wherever they needed to go. He never saw the syringe coming.
Power:
Pain manipulation - Uriel’s ability allows him to manipulate the biology of living things to trigger exaggerated responses to damaging stimuli. The effect of his ability varies on the person’s mental fortitude and pain threshold. His maximum radius of effect is unknown for now. There must be a trigger at first for his ability to work. For example, if someone is drinking a slushie, Uriel can make them have a brainfreeze. If someone gets shoved, Uriel can make the area shoved feel like a bullet has hit them. Whether he’s manipulating nocireceptors or the somatosensory cortex is unknown.
Currently, the most that he can do is trigger minor headaches within a small radius of about five meters. He is unaware of his power and can use it involuntarily.
Personality:
A magnificently generous and loving individual…is what Uriel sees himself as. While not entirely untrue, Uriel’s bloated ego and flamboyant personality leaves something to be desired when it comes to his altruism. His entire mindset revolves around “noblesse oblige”. Uriel really is a decent fellow but the execution of his good intentions can be quite grating to some and has landed him in trouble more than a few times. He sees himself as a handyman of sorts; if you’ve got a problem he’ll find a solution, don’t worry about the means or costs or nothin’. Because of his varied experiences and no lack of resources, Uriel has picked up a few skills ranging from carpentry to acting to basic skill levels in several instruments.
While being quite academically intelligent (he can get above average grades without even studying), when it comes to people Uriel is pretty gullible. He always tries to see the best in people. This, when paired with his eagerness to help, makes him very easy to persuade or take advantage of. Fortunately, his friends are usually there to fend off people with questionable intentions.
Uriel appears quite charismatic to those who do not know him well. His confidence and friendly personality makes it easy for him to persuade and befriend. Those who have known him for longer than a month think of him as a well-intentioned dork and exasperatedly put up with his many escapades.
His way of speaking is quite poetic and dramatic. He has a tendency to go off on a tangent and make long monologues. |
51,842 | 1,401 | 51 | 1,182 | 1,252 | Myriam R. Cassedy
Location: Indoor Pool
The blonde woman was looking down at the water still. The feeling that she should get into the pool and enjoy this miserable situation got bigger and bigger for some unknown reason. Maybe it was because the realization of being kidnapped floated onto her and she needed to push it away somehow. Maybe it was because she knew there was no way out of this facility for now and the water looked so relaxing. Maybe it was because she didn't wanna breathe in this stupid none-fresh air anymore and rather stay underwater until she was on the edge of drowning. Maybe... maybe it was because her situation felt too heavy and the only way out was to dive into a new kind of world, see where it woudl lead her thoughts. Or maybe it was because she wanted to wash off all the feelings that crashed in right now. All the guilt of leaving her father back there alone to worry about her. The hate towards him for what he did. The sorrow to never see her friends again. The confusion about all of this. The anger because she was so stupid to sleep outside at a train station for anyone to just take her. She felt defeated. She felt like the only reasonable thing to do was get into the water and stay beneath the surface forever.
A loud, sudden shriek got her out of her deep, dark thoughts. Followed by some coughing or whatever - Myriam couldn't tell and didn't care. She had dropped to the floor, curled up in a ball, her hands over her ears and her face showing a grimace of pain. The girl was not in physical pain, her body was completely fine, though her soul was panicking. Somehow the sudden, loud noise made her break into a million pieces. She felt like a glass that had been dropped, carelessly fixed with tape and then smashed against a wall. Her hands pressed down on her ears and she whimpered. She could barely hear the words coming from the hidden speakers, let alone process what was being said.
She rocked forth and back a tiny bit, her hands starting to grasp at her blonde hair. Voices appeared in her head. She couldn't understand what they were whispering, but she could feel that it was no good. Where do they come from? What do they want? Myriam couldn't tell why the noise had such an effect on her, but she was a hundred percent sure that this would have never been her reaction before "the incident".
Even after the sound was gone and the message had stopped, she sat on the floor curled up as best as she could without falling over and held tightly onto her blonde hair with the darker roots. She felt like any movement would break her apart. So she pulled slightly on the hair, to feel at least something, and waited for all the hushed whispers in her head to disappear and set her free again. Myriam Riley Cassedy was a wreck. | Myriam Riley Cassedy
Appearance
Myriam stands at 1, 53m / almost perfectly 5 feet and is therefor considered petite. She weights 55kg / ca. 121 lbs and has a sporty figure. She doesn't really have a lot of strength and does't show a lof of muscles, though her stomach is nicely toned. Her skin is not exactly pale, but stays a light white tone. She is rather to get sunburnt than catch a tan in summer.
Her hair is naturally blonde, but gets often mistaken for dyed due to her darker roots that make her seem to have naturally brown hair. Myriam's eyes are blue-green and though mostly being described as blue or green, the light can make them look beige-ish too at times.
Her breasts are a decent B cup and rather perky.
Age
18 years
Born on February 24, 1997
Gender
Female
Sexuality
Bisexual with a preference for girls
Likes
Animals
Dancing (and cheerleading)
Doing sports (especially ones involving a ball of any kind)
Books
Chess
Bright colors
The USA flag and the UK flag
Nature and all four seasons
Creative people (she is not creative herself)
Pizza!
Children
Riding the bike
Magic (she will not hear that it is not real!)
Dislikes
Loud sudden noises
Violence
Mean words
Being touched out of nowhere
Being left out or behind
Phoning or voice messages
Fights
Trump
Politics
Needles
Boxing (she considers it too violent)
Power
Mind Control
Myriam's power is easily described as mind control, although it is a lot more complicated than "I say jump, you ask how high". Her ability in using the power is so small, it's barely there. Her power has only unleashed once in her lifetime so far.
At the moment the only time she will be able to use it, is when in great, deeply fear. If she then uses her words to beg someone for something, it will most likely happen. Though the state of someone else doing as she says will only hold on for a few seconds, it might be enough to give her a chance to flee the situation that put her in such horror.
A downside of the power is that she has to be careful what words she uses. At the momental state it's not a necessity since she doesn't know how to use her power anyway. But once unleashed, her power works freely and cannot be blocked out. Meaning if she is angry and yells "fuck yourself", exactly that will happen. She will have to choose her words very wisely once her power breaks through completely. If she would tell someone to "just go and have fun", they will not stop having fun until either death comes along and reprieves them or the effect of the mind control will end (length of mind control effect will change over the time).
The power only works when her words reach the other person's ears directly. It does not work over any kind of speaker, telephone or through a thin wall or door, ect. However, given that she cannot control the power anyway, that is her least problem at the moment.
Personality
Myriam is a very kind person and was very open and happy until the incident happened. However, now her personality has changed. The following is how she is now, after the traumatising experience.
Myriam likes to stay quiet and observe instead of getting into the conversation herself. She doesn't like to be touched out of nowhere, she has to be able to see when someone wants to give her a hug or touch her arm or take her hand in order to prepare for the feeling. The girl is very scared of loud, sudden noises and will shrink together when hearing any unprepared loud noise.
She loves animals and little kids, always wanted to be a mother herself but now not so sure about anything anymore. Any animal is holy to her and she will not harm them, but rather take it outside the house if possible. She is not afraid of any kind of animal and would gladly own a pair of every animal on the planet - yes even the dangerous and toxic onces. The best way to her heart is probably over an animal.
History
Myriam Riley Cassedy grew up as an only child. She had a healthy social life, was doing alright in school and had fun at playing baseball and voleyball. She was a cheerleader in High School and looking forward to her graduation and college years. And then something changed her life completely.
At a dark, rainy night her father sneaked into her room and what happened had put her into a state of incredible fear and horror that had set free her power for the first and last time in her life. She screamed for him to stop several times and when his actions completely froze, she allowed herself to look at him. Horror was on his face as he couldn't move anymore. The girl pushed him off her, running for her dear life. She didn't understand what had happened and certainly did not know that she had forced him to do what she said.
Not wanting to talk about what had happened, she did not dare to go to one of her friends' houses. Especially since she was scared he'd show up there to collect her and bring her home. So she ran and ran until no more breath was in her, collapsed at a train station far away from home and fell asleep in a corner, too tired to make one single thought anymore.
The next time she woke up, she had no idea how much time had passed and if she slept a few hours or a few days - could have easily been both-, but she knew that she definitely did not fall asleep here. She found herself in the room.
Extra
She can handle a shotgun, but has never shot at anything living, only cans and glass bottles. |
51,843 | 1,401 | 52 | 2,502 | 1,203 | Location: Lyra's room
Watching the girl, Stasya frowned. She wasn’t crying anymore, which was good; apparently Stasya’s actions had been enough to convince her that she wasn’t going to hurt her. But the girl was still very agitated, and it was even more surprising when she fell trying to crawl forward. She obviously wasn’t paralysed, she was still able to move her legs. Was she just really weak?
Her eyes followed the girl’s hands as she gestured, and Stasya shuffled forward until she was kneeling beside the bed. From what she could tell, something was definitely wrong with the girl’s legs, and… something about her mouth? Stasya looked up briefly as some sort of intercom came on, but again, she didn’t understand what was being said. At the very least, it sounded like the same language this girl was speaking.
Sitting back on her heels, Stasya’s frown deepened. The other girl was clearly doing her best to communicate, and it reminded her of when Natali was first learning to speak. Well, maybe it’s not so different? Maybe even easier, she could actually understand things. Just have to keep it simple. She clapped her hand on her leg, loud enough to grab the girl’s attention. “Nozhka, (Leg,)” she said, intoning slowly and clearly. Holding up her hands, she walked her fingers across her palm. “Khodit’. (Walk)” She gave her a thumbs down. “Nyet? (No?)” | Name: Stasya Volkov
Age: 16, December 21st, 1998
Gender: female (for now)
Sexuality: unknown
Appearance: Due to the potential extent of the subject’s powers, she may not possess a singular appearance. Currently, however,the subject possesses a “base form” of sorts. This form has the appearance of a fifteen year old girl, with pale-coloured skin, dark hair, and bright blue eyes. She stands at approximately 5’1”. Be advised, the subject has been seen to subconsciously adjust minor details of her appearance based on her emotional state.
Personality: Extended psychological evaluations have revealed that the subject is very compliant and meek, likely due to her past trauma. She is also easily agitated, particularly by close proximity to older males (see subject history for details). This makes her very dangerous, as her powers tend to reflexively activate when she is in distress. She has been seen to have frequent nightmares, though close proximity to a trusted individual appears to alleviate this.
History: Investigation of the subject’s previous life indicates that she came from a low income family. Born in Saratov, Russia, her father worked as a security guard, while her mother stayed at home with her and her little sister. Her father was also an abusive alcoholic. Starting at the age of 15, the subject was repeatedly raped by her drunken father over the course of a year, which appears to have been what triggered her powers; approximately two months after the subject’s 16th birthday she was found covered in what appeared to be scales, with no visible sexual characteristics. Subject was placed in the hospital upon discovery, and obtained shortly thereafter.
Power:
Adaptive Shape-shifting: Subject has demonstrated the ability to subconsciously make medium-scale alterations to her body in response to her emotional state and environment, such as minor alterations to her height, weight and density, epidermal alterations such has scales, fur growth and defensive weapons such as fangs, claws and spines (note: these are not particularly large or sharp). Observation has also revealed conscious minor-scale alterations such as hair colour, skin colour and eye colour. |
51,844 | 1,401 | 53 | 2,633 | 3,130 | Collab: Mayuri Nakasone and Amara "Mara" Nguyen
Her eyes idly gazed over the other girls back as she walked past. Still, she was messing with her jacket, but not really. It was more of just something to do; a distraction from whatever was actually going on around her. It didn't feel real... Or rather, she didn't want it to be real. Anything was better than this, that was for sure.
Yes, the room may have been nice, the facilities good and the entirety of what she had seen maintained way better than a kidnapper should or would have done. But, it wasn't right. It didn't feel right, look right, or even smell right. There was something terribly, terribly off about everything - the walls, the bed, the water, the girl stood in the bathroom washing her face and laying flat her hair. Everthing.
Though, Mayuri tried not to pay attention. At least, as best she could. Her eyes slowly cast their gaze across the room once, then twice, then three times, before settling on Mara as she left the bathroom.
"Thank you, Mayuri, I really needed that... this whole thing. Well, I'm pretty sure you know." yes, she did know. She couldn't not know, no matter how much she attempted to block out the thought
s and conflicting feelings. There was no way she could not know. Even if the girl ran and hid under her covers for each and every day they were trapped, she couldn't not know.
"How are you feeling?" Feeling... That was a difficult question. If there was a definitive answer, she would have tried her best to give it, but even then it would have been difficult. Yet it wasn't that simple. What were these feelings anway? Fear, loneliness, despair? They crashed and collided, simply smashing into each other like asteroids around a planet. With that planet being her mind.
"I-I'm... I d-don't know..." and that was the truth. Out of all the things she didn't know... Her own feelings had to be it. Why wouldn't everything just... Stop being so confusing, annoying, frustrating, and just... Stay still for a little while? It was like every single thing had somewhere to be, and they refused to stop moving until they got there. The only problem, though, was that everything would change so suddenly, nothing would ever stop moving.
"I-I'm scared..." her voice was quiet, a whisper almost, but still quivered with anxiety and fear, true to her word. There were tears in her eyes again, but this time they refused to fall.
~
Mara closed the gap between them and sat softly down beside her. Her words still rolling around in her head. Scared. Yeah, she understood that. It was that empty feeling that was clawing at the tendrils of her sanity. The voice that would whisper beneath the madness that her plight was hopeless. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she fell backwards onto the bed. Maybe she was being a bit too casual in front of the girl but at this point she didn't think it too much. "It feels like a bad dream," Mara popped up on her elbows to look at Mayrui, "The ones you get in the middle of the night that wake you up all sweaty." Except this one they weren't going to wake up from.
No, this nightmare was real. "I bet they all are..." This was more of a thought than her actually talking to Mayrui. She had come in here to escape; to process. Kidnappings and kids appearing out of thin air. Yelling at each other in Russian. Jesus, what was she involved in here exactly? "Thin air?" Um, Mayrui.." Mara hesitated, what she was going to say next was going to make her sound crazy, "In the hall, well there was a guy that kinda just appeared out of no where. I mean, maybe my eyes need to be chekced but i'm fairly sure he wasn't there one moment and then the next BAM there he was."
Yeah, she sounded crazy but it was all she had to go on.
"Anyway, I was wondering...is there something special about you? I mean," God, she was rambling now. 'Just spit it out!, "Can you do odd things, I mean? For me..I don't know how to explain it properly but...I when I was in a car accident with my father time stopped; er rather it slowed and i've noticed it here and there that when i'm about to hurt myself or something big happens it's like everything slows down." Mara screwed her eyes shut as the words just kinda fell out of her mouth in embaressment.
~
A bad dream..? Yeah, it sure was. But it was more than a bad dream. It was more like a nightmare without a exit, an escape. One of those dreams that requires you to complete something to leave, to wake up and resume your daily life. Like a Lucid Dream, but the control has been stripped away.
Mara was talking to herself. Or at the very least saying her thoughts aloud. Had she already gone crazy? That was a scary thought. She seemed level headed, and moderately calm provided with the situation at hand. Wait, she was talking to her.
Mara wasn't saying what Mayuri thought she was saying, right? She was almost claiming that a member of the group was some kind of teleporter; like someone pulled straight out of the manga Yu used to read. What was he? A telephone signal, bouncing around constantly with no clear sign of staying still.
Her expression was simply that of confusion to the girls words. What she was saying... It didn't make sense. Yeah, maybe her eyes did need to be seen. Hopefully they had an opticians here so she could do just that.
Hold the phone. Had Mara actually gone crazy? "Anyway, I was wondering...is there something special about you? I mean... "Can you do odd things, I mean? That alone made her sound like she had completely and utterly lost the plot. It was the kind of thing that would get you admitted a one way ticket to a padded room faster than a cheetah on steroids.
"Sp-special..? Um... I-I dont th-think so..." she averted her gaze away from Mara, "D-do you think... O-others here can..?" the tears that sat in her eyes had all but subsided at the change in subject. Now, there simply sat a cold sweat on her forehead, causing her to doubt her life up to now. What if she could do something special, something odd, and that was why she was taken? Th-then... It was her fault for causing her friends and family so much trouble.
But... Come to think of it, it all made sense. Well, as much sense as possible with so little evidence available. But the symbol on her chest. That sometimes felt funny when she was about to get hurt, like the time she tripped over in the hallway while running with Sae and the others. What if that was her power? No, it couldn't be. There was nothing special about Mayuri. Well, if you didn't count her above average grades and the ability to fluently speak two languages. There was no way there was anything spe-
The sound of static resounded throughout the room, forcing all thoughts out of her head with an involuntary flinch.
"Hello all! Now, I understand that you're all confused and scared especially due to the nature of your transportation to this safe facility. We wanted to reassure you that our intentions are pure and we have nothing but your well being, and that of your friends and family, in our hearts and minds! Still, I do apologise for the roughness with which we brought you here but explaining the situation may have made it more dangerous for you all."
These people... Did they really mean that? What reason could they have for kidnapping people?! Forget a teleporting boy, it was this that sounded like it had been ripped straight from an action manga! There was no way in hell that this wasn't some kind of set up, right, like those prank videos you got on YouTube? It didn't make any sense that this was real.
"I've just unlocked the Auditorium room! You'll find it between the Pool and Gym facilities. Please make your way there so that we can properly explain why you've all been brought here. We will meet you there once everyone has assembled."
What was going on..? Those tears that had but faded once again returned with a nervous curiosity, but also terror. But... It sounded like they didn't have a choice. Why couldn't she just go home and forget this ever happened? Eat something nice, take a bath, go to sleep, wake up and go to school like every other day? What day even was it..?
"Sh-should... W-we g-g-go..?"
~
'Dangerous? Like shoving me into the floor was really the nice way to go about kidnapping someone?' Mara's inner voice scoffed at the lady. What complete bull shit. She could feel the coil of anger grip tighter around her heart like a vice. "Yeah, we need to go and get to the bottom of this."
She forced herself up from the bed and turned to the girl, holding out her hand, "We'll figure this out. I promise." She hoped she sounded confident as the surge of anger made her feel. Finally, there was a voice, a person, to funnel all this emotion at. At the injustice they all had suffered.
~
Mayuri didn't believe her. As much as she wanted to believe that everything would be fine and that they would figure it all out, it just didn't sound true. It was like Mara was simply trying to appease her fear for a while, or long enough so that she would be fine when things really did go South.
But, she didn't have a choice. The girl was gullible and naive, yes, but this time it was her own decision. Or as much of a decision as she could make when every option was greyed out. She silently nodded, and took the girls hand, gently pulling her small weight up off the bed. Somehow, she was taller. At least 2 inches taller. That was a first... Most people she knew and met were taller than herself.
"C-can you... L-lead..? I-I dont w-want to go out f-first..." her voice was still unsteady, but it was slowly getting better as she familiarised herself with the girl stood beside her.
~
Mara nodded her head and gave Mayuri's hand a small squeeze before letting it drop. Standing there for a moment she drew in a deep breath, trying to steel her nerves before moving swifty towards the door. She remembered there were small signs hanging on the walls in the hall way pointing to the various areas in the building. Casting a glace back she made sure Mayrui was right behind her. Careful not to let the girl fall too far behind her though the subtle height difference usually made the difference in pace. Mara was short, a fact she accepted, her steps generally mirrored her stature and it was often she had to force herself to walk faster to keep up.
As they stepped out into the hall she glanced back towards where the others had been earlier; it would seem most of them had cleared out of the hallway.
Probably towards the more attractive sites or back to their rooms like she had attempted too.
"Um, lets go this way..."
She pointed towards the end of the hall that lead towards the cafeteria.That was where she had seen the boy heads towards earlier, with his outwardly calm exterior she was sure that he knew something. With that Mara headed down the hall with eager and anxious steps.
~
The girl watched silently as Mara found her resolve and began to make her way towards the door. There was a small part of her that wanted to hold the girls hand, but she quickly pushed it aside. This was no time to be acting like a child, if that was still all she was.
She followed along slowly with trepid steps, not falling too far behind but not ever getting too close. Her eyes traced along the hallway, taking in its bland aesthetics that matched perfectly to the blandness of the room she awoke in. There were hardly any people still around, which settled her nerves a bit of a ways, but still not entirely.
When Mara gestured to the sign that illustrated a general outline for the area using arrows, she nodded slightly. The cafeteria seemed like a good place to go. There would be more people around, and so there would be more protection. Plus, there might have been someone who had an idea as to what was going on. Or could at least act as a temporary leader to the people kidnapped so nobody completely lost there minds.
"O-okay... Lets go."
~
The two of them made their way down the hall, carefully avoiding those who still lingered, the halls didn't offer much to look at all as the rounded the corner. They passed several doors each labled with a number and Mara silently cursed herself once again as they approached an open doorway. Several people lingered in the doorway while Mara could spy a few sitting down within.
From what she could see it resembled something close to her high school cafeteria with the wide open seating. Everything about this place was confusing, was this a school? Why would they be at a school? She turned to her companion, "Well, this seems to be the place. At least there are others here." She took a small step closer to Mayrui; feeling a bit safer next to someone she slightly knew.
~
There were too many people here... There were far, far too many people here. Throughout her life, Mayuri had stayed away from crowds of people. Even being surrounded by 5 people was usually enough to make her feel slightly ill. She needed to leave this place, even though Mara was shielding her away from the crowd.
"H-hey... C-can we... G-go somewhere where there... A-aren't so m-many people..?" she looked down slightly to the white haired girl, "I-I dont like cr-crowds..." her voice was slightly unsteadier than before, due to the close proximity to so many people.
She looked back down the corridor, to the sign that listed the places around. Pool, huh..? That sounded like it wouldn't have many people. And, it was near the auditorium. It was a perfect idea.
"H-hey, Mara... Want to h-head over to the p-pool instead?"
~
'Pool?' She had missed the sign for that or she'd probably would've headed there first. Ever since she was small there was always something serine about being in the water and as for people, Mayrui was right. The place was crowded; at least enough to make her feel unsteady. "Yeah, you're right. Lets check it out." With that she took the girl's hand back in her hers and spun on her heel to leave.
She lead them both back down the hallway and past the bedrooms once more before nearing the other end of the hallway. She looked up at a small map on the wall, 'So the pools are to the left and auditorium to right..' The lady over the intercoms said to go to the auditorium, she looked back at Mayrui, but she seemed to be on edge. "Alright, lets head in." Mara smiled back at her and tugged her gently through the pool doors.
~
It didn't matter if the people here wanted them at the auditorium. They would have to wait. It was only good manners to be patient with ones guests, after all. And, anyway, Mayuri felt something. It was a sort of want or need to be in the pool room at this very time. Like there was something calling her to be there, though it was probably just nerves from the crowd and this whole situation.
Though, she was proved correct. That feeling was very real, and very right. As soon as they passed through those doors, Mayuri was greeted with a sight she never wanted to see. Curled up tightly on the ground beside the pool, seemingly in pain, lay a blonde haired woman. She grasped and pulled at her own hair, almost as though she was having some kind of fit.
Instinctively, she hid herself behind Mara slightly, making a yelp as her eyes lay upon the scene. Though, a second after she did, she quickly let go of the girls hand and ran to Myriam.
"H-hey, a-are you okay..!?" she ran up, her voice slightly loud but still relatively quiet, but still filled with a kind of panic. Wh-what did she do?! There wasn't a nurses office, was there!? But... Mayuri couldn't lift this girl. No way in hell. The best she could do was call her...
"H-hey..? C-can you hear m-me!?" she gently poked the girls arm, and shot a glance back to Mara saying "Come on..!
~
Oh, dear. Oh, dear. This wasn't what she expected at all. Mara"s mind flew into a panic as she witnessed the frail looking girl writhe in agony. She was surprised at Mayrui's willingness to leap into action her own feet seemingly glued to the ground beneath her. It was her voice that drew Mara out of her stunned state.
She quickly rushed across the smooth floor and knelt down beside them. "Shh, shh. It's ok. We're here now. It's ok." She whispered softly above the girl in the most soothing tone she could muster. Part of her wanted to grab the girls clawing hands in her own until the fit subsided but feared she'd only add to her stress. Peering through the falling whisps of hair in front of her face she shot Mayrui a panicked look. They needed to calm her down and fast before she hurt herself. | Name: Mayuri Nakasone
Age: 16 (but she looks a lot younger)
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual - not that she's actually had a relationship.
Appearance: Mayuri stands at about 5'4", with blackish-purple hair and dark purple eyes. Rarely, you'll catch her without her red framed glasses adorning the bridge of her nose, but that occurrence is rare unless the girl is sleeping (you perv). Oh, you were wondering... Yes, she actually is 16. She just... Never grew up. Unlike her sister, who grew to be a rather tall mature looking girl, Mayuri never passed her Loli phase. A prepubescent face, a prepubescent body, just about A-cup breasts... Not to mention quite a high voice and a tendency to turn a bright shade of tomato at the slightest thing.
The only thing that could be called remarkable on a girl like Mayuri is her mark. It developed some time when she was around 8, and she's been covering it up as best she can since then. In fact, the only people who have ever actually seen it are her family and closest friends, as she refuses to do P.E. The mark (as seen on her chest in the image above) is the epicentre of her of seemingly random ability. But, why the hell are you looking down her top?! You fucking pervert paedo!
History: History? She looks like she's 10! But, fine. At home, the relationship between her family is as good as you could want. The parents never fight, the sisters are mostly good friends, money is more or less plentiful. School, less so. Sure, Mayuri has many close friends, but that's about it. She stays away from the boys, avoids conversation with others, and is usually made fun of because of her... Lolita body (people are dicks, I know). Her grades are pretty damn good, averaging around a B, and her English is almost impeccable. Its gotten to the point where she only speaks to people in English, besides her family and close friends of course. Its surprising how much English she speaks, considering her native language is Japanese (yes, that's so I don't have to use Google Translate. Leave me alone).
Mayuri was kidnapped in... A rather unconventional way. Being a rather naive character, she tends to fall for things quite easily. But, because of her ability, she usually needs not to worry about the consequence. Somehow, these guys knew. Syringes wouldn't work, and neither would blunt force. So how do you trick a young, gullible girl into doing something that would result in her capture? Well, you get a cat to lead her into an ally, and you have one of your agents give her a bar of chocolate. Works every time ^~^
Power: Spacial Disruption is a rather random, almost impossible to detect ability focused simply on defence at its current level. Spacial Disruption (or codename Praesidium Shield) is a space-time reflective ability stemming from the symbol on Mayuri's body. It doesn't usually take a form, at least not currently, and seems to have an almost random occurrence. The girl has no control over it yet, but nevertheless it is present. If she were to fall and cut herself, the shield would generate. If she were to punched, the shield would reflect it. It could almost be called an unintentional invulnerability to physical harm, but only those passing at a certain speed. If she were shot with live ammo at her current level, she would likely die. |
51,845 | 1,401 | 54 | 917 | 649 | Lucie Valentine
Hallway; Auditorium
Christian's explanation of the crash was alarming. Though he didn't look to be critically wounded, it could very well have ended that way. Or worse. Kidnappers were usually after money or something else they could bargain for. Potentially killing their intended targets wasn't a very effective of getting what they wanted. Was it because they had taken so many teenagers all at once that they hadn't used more careful measures? Either way, the thought made her feel like shards of ice had formed in her stomach. Whoever these people were, they were looking worse with every little bit of new information.
"Oh... I see."
Lucie deflated visibly, seeming not unlike a wilting flower as the answer she had waited with bated breath for turned out to be a resounding 'no'. Christian didn't have a phone either. It had been a slim chance to begin with, that the kidnappers would have left him a way to contact help. Short of running around asking everyone else for a phone, her options had dwindled down to a scant few. Which was why when offered, redhead bit her lower lip and nodded her assent to Christian's plan without much hope. Though it didn't seem likely that the pool would have a way out when the place didn't even have windows, it was better than anything her panicky mind could come up with just then.
The others who had been gathered when she had first stepped out into the hallway had dispersed by then, though she hadn't a clue as to where. It was more than probable that they were searching for a way out as well. The sound of crying had quieted as well, which she found to be a relief. She had enough to worry about without some crybaby invading her thoughts.
"Maybe. It couldn't hurt to look." Lucie replied with optimism she didn't feel.
She began to follow him towards the pool, too caught up in her thoughts to realize that she still hadn't given him her name. Against her will and better judgment, her mind kept flashing to the way that guy had disappeared right in front of her eyes. She'd also heard someone else make a mention about powers. Lucie was a diehard fan of fantastical worlds and amazing abilities; but she kept them where they belonged. In fiction. That sort of thing simply didn't happen in real life... But that guy really had vanished. She'd seen it happen and there was no denying it. Christian had seen it as well, so it wasn't just her or stress or insanity or any other such explanation that could be so easily waved away.
A message over the intercom interrupted her train of thought before it could go any further.
Lucie stopped and frowned towards nothing in particular. This woman sounded far too polite and well meaning to actually be either of those things. She might have been more inclined to believe the words if she hadn't been apprehended and drugged. Perhaps this was their way of keeping them calm while the ransoms were worked out.
"I don't really believe that. Do you?"
Still, it didn't seem wise to ignore their very friendly and reasonable 'request'. These people hadn't had any qualms in resorting to violent measures to bring them here. It felt safe to assume that they had complete control of the place, if the way they had remotely unlocked the Auditorium doors had been anything to go by.
"I'm going to go and see what they have to say. Maybe there's a way out through the auditorium..." With that, she started walking in the direction towards the auditorium after she had looked at one of the maps on the wall.
Lucie secretly hoped that Christian would come with her. There was something about having someone at her side that made the whole situation marginally less daunting. If she was in hell, at least there was someone in there with here. | Name: Christian Garcia
Age: 17 (January 1, 1998)
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Appearance:
Christian stands at 6 feet, 2 inches (about 187 cm), and weighs about 200lbs ( about 90.7Kg), lean. It’s actually very uncommon for people to think he’s well out of high school. In the words of his very proud father, “He’s about as close as you can get to a Hispanic Zeus, minus the white skin, hair, and the beard.”
Christian usually likes to wear his extremely dark brown (it’s uncommon for people to mistake it as black hair (his ID even says “BLK” under “hair.”) in a defined side part, with the sides faded. He tries to keep himself clean shaven at all times, and has a straight, almost unnaturally bright white set of teeth. His hazel eyes are usually hidden behind a set of shades, and although they are a big hit among his peers, they’re the least favorite parts of his body.
He is very muscular from playing football and lifting weights (as well as from his power, but he’s oblivious to that). Being Hispanic, his skin has a very well defined tan.
Although there can be a lot to show off (in terms of wealth and appearance), Christian decides to stay humble in the way that he dresses. He chooses to wear casual button ups with jeans, and accompanies the outfit with plain vans. Every once in a while, he will go out with a flashy pair of vans, but that’s about as opulent as he gets.
Personality:
Christian is known around town by the older folks as the, “nice, charming young man.” He is compassionate, caring, and well rounded. He is an excellent student, both academically and socially. Although he is not captain of the football team, he is just as, if not more, popular. He leads a good handful of clubs around his high school’s campus, participates in a number of sports, and is also a Boy Scout.
He is still not without flaws. Although coming from a family that made sure he worked for almost everything he wanted, he is still somewhat spoiled. He can sometimes flaunt his wealth off (without really meaning to), and can sometimes come off as arrogant. He can also be very clique oriented, shifting his personality to that of whatever clique he is hanging around at the present moment.
Likes: Sports, video games, comic books, playing pranks, girls, and other general boy stuff.
Dislikes: Seafood, annoying people, lazy people, disrespectful attitudes.
History:
It’s safe to say that Christian comes from a life of luxury, but has humble beginnings. He was born into a rather wealthy and loving family. His father and mother were both CEO’s of very successful businesses. However, they made it very clear to Christian that he was not going to grow up spoiled. They gave him a very modest allowance, and taught him the value of staying humble and appreciating what was given to them. They made sure that at 14, he was working a part time job to save for things that he wanted to buy. That still didn’t stop them from buying the occasional luxury item like his Audi he got for his birthday at 16.
Before he even went into high school, Christian was very involved with sports. His parents put him in a myriad of little league sports; and he excelled in all of them, maybe even a little too much. He carried that on into high school, becoming first string in every team sport, and dominating almost all individual sports.
His excellence in sports and his school, as well as parents’ statuses, propelled him to the top of the social food chain in high school. He was loved by almost all of the school; teachers, staff, and students alike. He was invited to every party and social event, big and small.
Life was good for Christian, until the day he was kidnapped.
Power: Super Strength/ Toughness.
Think of Colossus from Xmen, except not made of metal, and exponentially weaker. Christian is able to bench almost double his body weight, and his skin is slightly tougher than the average person’s; this means that it is only slightly harder to get wounded (cuts/scrapes/bruises/etc.). It’s really kind of self-explanatory.
Weakness (at his current power level): Because he is so strong, he is slightly slower in terms of movement and reaction time (it isn’t much, but it’s enough for a really agile person to take advantage). His skin isn’t everything-proof. In fact, it’s fairly easy to inflict any kind of damage. For example, if someone wanted to stab Christian, he could (with some slightly extra effort), do so. He also doesn’t do so well in water; he tends to sink easier. |
51,846 | 1,401 | 55 | 1,142 | 1,144 | Arthur Ragnarson
Location: Cafeteria
“’We wanted to reassure you!’” Uriel repeated in a high-pitched mocking voice, “Pure intentions, my ass!”
Arthur couldn't help but smile at the other boy's reaction. Even in their dire situation he somehow found the nerve, or the strength, to satirise their captors. Arthur was not great with jokes, of any kind, so he appreciated having someone like Uriel about who could break the tense atmosphere even if it wasn't for himself; it helped Arthur to concentrate on the problems that faced them without fear clouding his mind.
The tone of the announcement might have reassured him if it were not for the violence with which he had been abducted and the fact that the announcement came a while after they had all woken up. Maybe an explanation in their room might have helped clarify things earlier rather than inflict needless anxiety and panic upon them all. Still, part of him was keen to go and find out what was going on, even if it was to find out what their 'story' was. Maybe finding out how they presented their motives would help clue the boys and the girls in the facility into a way to escape, assuming the worst and that these people were not just benevolent.
“Guess that’s our only option right now. We should go, yeah?”
Arthur nodded and stood up, easing himself off the bench and glancing down the hallway where all the bedrooms were. The hallway branched off and he assumed it was at the end of that one the lady speaking over the intercom had said the auditorium could be found.
"Yeah, I think so. For now we've got no choice but to be obedient to them. If they're speaking the truth then it's in our best interest to work with them. If they're lying and we're here for something... more sinister, there's no point resisting so early on when we don't know anything about our surroundings."
He left unspoken the futility of their trying to resist; it was clear from the size of the facility they had seen so far that these people had significant resources and were not afraid of snatching people in the middle of the day. Clearly they had the manpower, influence and wealth to sustain this whole operation and had used knockout drugs as well, Arthur suspected there were some defence mechanisms built into the facility that would prevent the group of adolescents from going on a rampage without them ever encountering a person running the programme.
He walked out of the cafeteria, assuming the other two were following, and made his way past the hallway now much emptier of people than the chaos when he had first woken up. Around the corner the hallway continued with doors placed along its length on both sides but at longer intervals to the bedroom doors, suggesting that the rooms themselves were bigger here. Arthur made a note to investigate these rooms, if they had the time.
Beyond the door at the end of the hallway was another door. Upon opening it he saw a double door immediately opposite them with a sign to the right of them declaring that this was the entrance to the auditorium. The hallway here had much fewer doors and the lighting at the far ends was much dimmer, suggesting to him that those doors were probably locked and sealed off to them for now. Arthur pushed into the auditorium and noticed immediately that, like the rest of the facility thus far, it was well furnished and remarkably like a lecture hall from a university.
Tiered seating descended down in three sections, the two side sections consisting of four seats per row while the middle section had ten seats per row, to a small platform at the front with a desk upon which a computer monitor sat. Small platforms in front of each tier provided a writing surface, assuming anyone here wished to take notes on whatever was about to happen (if they had the stationary for that). There was a projector on the sealing pointed to a SmartBoard behind the desk, obviously connected to the computer, but other than that the room was empty.
"I guess we just sit wherever and wait for the others?" He asked his companions, choosing a seat on the right hand side section about halfway down. He took the wall seat, preferring to be in a corner as it always provided him with a feeling of safety. Not that anywhere in this facility was safe.
And then he waited, whether it was for answers or the next step in this potential horror show he knew not which. | Arthur Ragnarson
Age: 17, born 11th October 1998
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual/Bi-Romantic
Appearance
Arthur is above average height, standing at 5' 11", is broad shouldered and has a strong build from years of playing a variety of sports. Ever since he stopped growing, in the last year or so, he has undergone physical training under the instruction of a tutor to enhance his potential as a sportsman and athlete. As such he is well toned and has a habit of beginning every morning early with a round of intense exercise.
He is naturally pale skinned but has a long-term tan from his frequent outdoors activities and has very pale hair, blond almost to the point of being white-haired. His eyes are a turquoise colour, bright and warm, with an intensity that could be unnerving if it were not for the relaxed air that surrounds their owner.
History
Arthur was born and bred in Southern England of the United Kingdom. His father was a successful accountant to the wealthy in London, often away for weeks or even months at a time while his mother had worked as a lawyer before Arthur came along. After that she retired but still received a sizeable income after inheriting controlling shares of a large stationary company built up by her grandfather.
Ever since Arthur can remember his mother has been mentally unstable and it supposedly only got worse after giving birth to him. Arthur's father never said a thing but it was clear he put a great deal of blame on his son and, although he provided an extraordinarily privileged upbringing, there was no love in the relationship. When the option for going to a boarding school arose Arthur was shipped off before he even knew what was happening and ever since has rarely returned home and even then only for a brief period of time.
As one might expect with such wealth in the family, Arthur had access to the most expensive tutors and trainers with a great deal of expectation thrust upon the only child in the family. His strong academic performance was matched with an array of athletic and other sporting awards and it was inevitable that he was given multiple scholarships to Eton, the most expensive and prestigious school in the country. Here he brushed shoulders with the offspring of former Prime Ministers and other leading politicians, the children of the richest and most powerful businessmen and women and even the occasional Royal (although not any heirs to the throne, of course).
Over the years he learned to enjoy his time away from home and his family and became very independent. A lot of his spare time was spent with various sports team (specifically the badminton, rugby and athletic clubs) and the rest was in the expansive libraries his affluent schools opened to their pupils.
It was during one of these spells in the quiet library that he was seized by the programme's operatives and secreted out to a waiting vehicle, the librarian conveniently called away to an emergency elsewhere.
Power: Accelerated healing.
It was during a rugby game that Arthur first had a clue to his power's existence. A high tackle wrenched his left shoulder out of its socket but his coach forced it back in as there was no sub to take his place and cancelling a game due to injury would forever be a blight upon the school's record. The next few scrums put additional pressure on the shoulder until his collar bone fractured just as the game ended.
Once at hospital it was found the injury had begun to mend already and he constantly exceeded his doctor's time frames for the recovery process to the point of it being abnormal. |
51,847 | 1,401 | 56 | 1,182 | 1,252 | Myriam Cassedy
Location: Indoor Pool
Interactions: Mayuri () ~ Amara ()
Her hands in her hair and her face looking down to the floor as she was curled up in a sitting position, Myriam couldn't hear anything anymore. In her mind there was a constant noise, a whooosh as though coming from waves hitting against the shore. She was overly glad that the whispers in her head had stopped and there was no voices coming from the hidden speakers anymore.
"H-hey, a-are you okay..!?" A slightly panicked voice appreached her sensitive ears, but unlike expected Myriam didn't feel the need to curl up even tighter and hide from it. It was a soft breeze moving through her hair supportingly and giving her lungs fresh, cool air. "H-hey..? C-can you hear m-me!?" The voice appeared again. A soft breeze. In her current position Myriam could not see, her face was perfectly hidden by her arms, lying on them as she hid. Then something poked her arm. Her head moved slightly, but she felt heavy and had trouble lifting it completely.
"Shh, shh. It's ok. We're here now. It's ok." This was not the same voice. It wasn't breezy. It was more like the feeling of grass on your naked skin after a spring rain. Refreshing and relaxing. A little tickling and kind of making you wanna just be happy. Myriam could feel the sun on her skin, on her head, the wind in her hair - but there was none. She was alone in this facility, in this room with a pool, locked up and the noise would sound at any time to attack her with those evil thoughts and whispering voices again. But no. She wasn't alone anymore. The breeze and the green grass were right there.
She lifted her head up and blinkded a few times. Her eyes had trouble adjusting. She didn't cry. There were no tears. The sound of the waves against the shore stopped, the summer breeze in her hair died down and the green grass on her bare skin left to make place for the cold floor she was sitting on. Reality. Her blue-green eyes focused on the two people that were kneeling by her side. Shame washed over her. She couldn't remember how long her little fit took, how long she sat there and how long these girls have been there with her.
"I-I'm sorry." Her voice needed a little bit to come back fully. The needed silence in her head seemed to have an effect on her voice as well. It sounded rough, as though after coughing too much. "I'm Myriam." She wasn't sure why she told them that. Probably to show that she was not completely insane. Those two must think she was totally nuts and would send her right off to get drugged by someone calling it medical treatment. She wished no one had noticed her breakdown. She didn't wanna be locked up for being crazy. I am not crazy. But it was too late for that now. | Myriam Riley Cassedy
Appearance
Myriam stands at 1, 53m / almost perfectly 5 feet and is therefor considered petite. She weights 55kg / ca. 121 lbs and has a sporty figure. She doesn't really have a lot of strength and does't show a lof of muscles, though her stomach is nicely toned. Her skin is not exactly pale, but stays a light white tone. She is rather to get sunburnt than catch a tan in summer.
Her hair is naturally blonde, but gets often mistaken for dyed due to her darker roots that make her seem to have naturally brown hair. Myriam's eyes are blue-green and though mostly being described as blue or green, the light can make them look beige-ish too at times.
Her breasts are a decent B cup and rather perky.
Age
18 years
Born on February 24, 1997
Gender
Female
Sexuality
Bisexual with a preference for girls
Likes
Animals
Dancing (and cheerleading)
Doing sports (especially ones involving a ball of any kind)
Books
Chess
Bright colors
The USA flag and the UK flag
Nature and all four seasons
Creative people (she is not creative herself)
Pizza!
Children
Riding the bike
Magic (she will not hear that it is not real!)
Dislikes
Loud sudden noises
Violence
Mean words
Being touched out of nowhere
Being left out or behind
Phoning or voice messages
Fights
Trump
Politics
Needles
Boxing (she considers it too violent)
Power
Mind Control
Myriam's power is easily described as mind control, although it is a lot more complicated than "I say jump, you ask how high". Her ability in using the power is so small, it's barely there. Her power has only unleashed once in her lifetime so far.
At the moment the only time she will be able to use it, is when in great, deeply fear. If she then uses her words to beg someone for something, it will most likely happen. Though the state of someone else doing as she says will only hold on for a few seconds, it might be enough to give her a chance to flee the situation that put her in such horror.
A downside of the power is that she has to be careful what words she uses. At the momental state it's not a necessity since she doesn't know how to use her power anyway. But once unleashed, her power works freely and cannot be blocked out. Meaning if she is angry and yells "fuck yourself", exactly that will happen. She will have to choose her words very wisely once her power breaks through completely. If she would tell someone to "just go and have fun", they will not stop having fun until either death comes along and reprieves them or the effect of the mind control will end (length of mind control effect will change over the time).
The power only works when her words reach the other person's ears directly. It does not work over any kind of speaker, telephone or through a thin wall or door, ect. However, given that she cannot control the power anyway, that is her least problem at the moment.
Personality
Myriam is a very kind person and was very open and happy until the incident happened. However, now her personality has changed. The following is how she is now, after the traumatising experience.
Myriam likes to stay quiet and observe instead of getting into the conversation herself. She doesn't like to be touched out of nowhere, she has to be able to see when someone wants to give her a hug or touch her arm or take her hand in order to prepare for the feeling. The girl is very scared of loud, sudden noises and will shrink together when hearing any unprepared loud noise.
She loves animals and little kids, always wanted to be a mother herself but now not so sure about anything anymore. Any animal is holy to her and she will not harm them, but rather take it outside the house if possible. She is not afraid of any kind of animal and would gladly own a pair of every animal on the planet - yes even the dangerous and toxic onces. The best way to her heart is probably over an animal.
History
Myriam Riley Cassedy grew up as an only child. She had a healthy social life, was doing alright in school and had fun at playing baseball and voleyball. She was a cheerleader in High School and looking forward to her graduation and college years. And then something changed her life completely.
At a dark, rainy night her father sneaked into her room and what happened had put her into a state of incredible fear and horror that had set free her power for the first and last time in her life. She screamed for him to stop several times and when his actions completely froze, she allowed herself to look at him. Horror was on his face as he couldn't move anymore. The girl pushed him off her, running for her dear life. She didn't understand what had happened and certainly did not know that she had forced him to do what she said.
Not wanting to talk about what had happened, she did not dare to go to one of her friends' houses. Especially since she was scared he'd show up there to collect her and bring her home. So she ran and ran until no more breath was in her, collapsed at a train station far away from home and fell asleep in a corner, too tired to make one single thought anymore.
The next time she woke up, she had no idea how much time had passed and if she slept a few hours or a few days - could have easily been both-, but she knew that she definitely did not fall asleep here. She found herself in the room.
Extra
She can handle a shotgun, but has never shot at anything living, only cans and glass bottles. |
51,848 | 1,401 | 57 | 1,142 | 1,144 | GM Post - Everywhere
A buzz sounded again over the intercom as it was booted up and a new voice began to speak. To most of the residents of the facility at that time they would not be able to understand the meaning of what was said. However, to the few Russian speakers who may have missed the earlier message, having the same thing communicated in their language was a great boon.
"Hello, I am the translator for those of you who do not speak English as your primary language or do understand it well. I am fluent in several languages but for the purpose of those assembled this time I will be repeating any messages in Russian for all to understand." There was a short silence and then the voice continued. "To those who did not understand the previous message, please make your way to the auditorium as quickly as you can. You'll find it opposite the previously locked door at the end of the main hallway. Once you have arrived we properly explain why you have been brought here."
There was a quick rustle and the original announcer spoke again briefly to the whole facility.
"Oh, and we understand that some of you may have issues getting to the auditorium without assistance. We have placed some wheelchairs in the hallway outside your rooms to aid those who need them!" The message was repeated quickly by the interpreter in Russian before the intercom buzzed and went silent.
GM Post - The Pool
"Hello hello! This is a special announcement for those in the pool area. You appear to be having some trouble making your way to the auditorium for the first meeting so we're sending you some help. Please be aware that we have sealed off your abilities while our staff our present until we are comfortable you can exercise them safely in the presence of others."
The intercom buzzed, this time higher pitched than usual, and then the doorway opened so that half a dozen attendants in bio-hazard suits could enter the room. They had three wheelchairs between them while others carried first aid bags. The six moved efficiently towards the three in the pool and, without any aggression or use of medication moved them to the wheelchairs regardless of whether they needed them or not. Perhaps it was the effect of the bio-hazard suits but it rather lent credence to the warnings of safety to those around them that the announcer had made earlier.
"Don't worry, we're just taking you to the auditorium. You'll find out everything soon enough." One of those pushing the wheelchairs said, their voice wheezy through the filtration mask. | Arthur Ragnarson
Age: 17, born 11th October 1998
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual/Bi-Romantic
Appearance
Arthur is above average height, standing at 5' 11", is broad shouldered and has a strong build from years of playing a variety of sports. Ever since he stopped growing, in the last year or so, he has undergone physical training under the instruction of a tutor to enhance his potential as a sportsman and athlete. As such he is well toned and has a habit of beginning every morning early with a round of intense exercise.
He is naturally pale skinned but has a long-term tan from his frequent outdoors activities and has very pale hair, blond almost to the point of being white-haired. His eyes are a turquoise colour, bright and warm, with an intensity that could be unnerving if it were not for the relaxed air that surrounds their owner.
History
Arthur was born and bred in Southern England of the United Kingdom. His father was a successful accountant to the wealthy in London, often away for weeks or even months at a time while his mother had worked as a lawyer before Arthur came along. After that she retired but still received a sizeable income after inheriting controlling shares of a large stationary company built up by her grandfather.
Ever since Arthur can remember his mother has been mentally unstable and it supposedly only got worse after giving birth to him. Arthur's father never said a thing but it was clear he put a great deal of blame on his son and, although he provided an extraordinarily privileged upbringing, there was no love in the relationship. When the option for going to a boarding school arose Arthur was shipped off before he even knew what was happening and ever since has rarely returned home and even then only for a brief period of time.
As one might expect with such wealth in the family, Arthur had access to the most expensive tutors and trainers with a great deal of expectation thrust upon the only child in the family. His strong academic performance was matched with an array of athletic and other sporting awards and it was inevitable that he was given multiple scholarships to Eton, the most expensive and prestigious school in the country. Here he brushed shoulders with the offspring of former Prime Ministers and other leading politicians, the children of the richest and most powerful businessmen and women and even the occasional Royal (although not any heirs to the throne, of course).
Over the years he learned to enjoy his time away from home and his family and became very independent. A lot of his spare time was spent with various sports team (specifically the badminton, rugby and athletic clubs) and the rest was in the expansive libraries his affluent schools opened to their pupils.
It was during one of these spells in the quiet library that he was seized by the programme's operatives and secreted out to a waiting vehicle, the librarian conveniently called away to an emergency elsewhere.
Power: Accelerated healing.
It was during a rugby game that Arthur first had a clue to his power's existence. A high tackle wrenched his left shoulder out of its socket but his coach forced it back in as there was no sub to take his place and cancelling a game due to injury would forever be a blight upon the school's record. The next few scrums put additional pressure on the shoulder until his collar bone fractured just as the game ended.
Once at hospital it was found the injury had begun to mend already and he constantly exceeded his doctor's time frames for the recovery process to the point of it being abnormal. |
51,849 | 1,401 | 58 | 2,143 | 593 | Abel "Abe" Jaeger
The voice over the intercom did nothing to settle Abel's anger. On the contrary, he found it fueled by the realization that he now had a target to throw it towards. He was about to lead them through the door, when Irina mentioned her worries of being amongst a large crowd. He nodded, understandingly, but he so desperately wanted to run to the auditorium and leave her. He had people to get back to.
"These people invaded my home and took me. I don't know if they hurt my sisters and my mom, so my primary worry is to get out of her as fast as possible and find them. I'll go, find out what's going on, and I promise I'll come back as soon as I can.". He said, backpedaling into the hallway. He nodded to her, not waiting for her response, and sprinting towards the Auditorium down the hallway.
When he reached the doorway, he saw three people sitting down, but he had never asked their names. He sat down, taps his foot impatiently. He finally realized that he had a moment to take it all in. In the moment he felt the slight chill that hung in the air. He frowned, then looked down. "I'm not wearing a shirt..." He muttered to himself. | Abel "Abe" Parker
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Appearance:
He stands at 6'2 and weighs about 180 pounds. He's muscular, but not jacked. He has long dark hair, but usually keeps his facial hair to a short trim (As seen in the image). He wears long sleeves most of the time but usually has them rolled to his mid-forearm.
History:
Abel is the son of a single mother and has two sisters that are identical twins. Being the oldest, and the only man in the house, he took on a lot of responsibilities. He grew up teaching his younger sisters, who were thankfully athletic like he was, how to play sports, which was the only thing they all had in common. Despite this, he was still a more reserved person. He often stayed in his room and played video games and studied computers.
Unlike most gamers and techies , he was also very into lifting weights, though he didn't want to get bulky and look like a disgusting bodybuilder. As soon as he was old enough he started working out until he could lift a decent amount for his size and age. Due to being in a house constantly filled with his sisters and his sister's friends, he often quickly found himself outnumbered and completely overwhelmed by feminine presence in his house.
In high school he played soccer and was actually really good at it. Despite this, he was never a popular kid. The only reason that most people knew him was because it was common knowledge that he could be called upon to fix most technological issues that people experienced throughout a regular day. His affinity to technology made it far from surprising that his ability was Technopathy.
Power: Technopathy
Abel can read and emit electronic wavelengths and take over most common electronics. At first however, he will only be able to read them and feel them, and won't be able to control how he interacts with them. Eventually, however, he will be able to posses technology and communicate with it, and his radius of control will expand. |
51,850 | 1,401 | 59 | 994 | 197 | Amara 'Mara' Nguyen
Location: Pool
'Myriam.' That was the girl's name. She pushed herself up and Mara took a better look at her as the young woman's tresses spilled away from her face. There was a softness in her eyes; a certain weariness that clung to the very edges of her blue tinged orbs . A twinge of jealousy washed over her. 'This is so not the time.' Mara chided herself. They were in a strange place, surrounded by strangers and here she was being petty over someone's more classic features. Shoving the stinging needles of emotion aside she was glad to see that Myriam hadn't hurt herself. Her lips parted as she went to introduce herself when the speakers cut her off-
"Hello hello! This is a special announcement for those in the pool area. You appear to be having some trouble making your way to the auditorium for the first meeting so we're sending you some help. Please be aware that we have sealed off your abilities while our staff our present until we are comfortable you can exercise them safely in the presence of others."
There was that word; abilities. Her eyes hadn't deceived her after all though it wasn't like Mara had time to focus on it before people began to flood into the pool room. Clad in bio-hazard gear and pushing wheelchairs sent her heart back into a tizzy. Why were they dressed like that? Where had they come from? Standing up she instinctively moved herself in front of two younger girls. She didn't know what she was going to do but she wasn't going to allow them to hurt them anymore. One of the attendants touched her arm gently and pushed her into one of the chairs. Words stammered and died behind her lips as her body offered no resistance. With frantic glances she watched them load Myrui and Myriam into their own chairs and behind to push them out the doors.
"Don't worry, we're just taking you to the auditorium. You'll find out everything soon enough." One of those pushing the wheelchairs said, their voice wheezy through the filtration mask.
This held no comfort for Mara whose fingers dug into the arms on the wheelchair. She had a thousand questions but all seemed barred out of fear. What had she thought she was going to do? It wasn't like she was big or strong but somehow she had built herself up in her mind. That she'd take charge and fight until she returned home to her family. Instead she sat quivering and on the brink of tears once again as they pushed the trio down the hall to the auditorium doors.
They finally came to a stop before the doors and Mara sprang up from her chair, "Th-thanks." she muttered before bursting through the doors her movements jerky with frantic energy. There were already kids in there as Mara swept her gaze over the room. She didn't really want to sit near anyone; tears stinging the corners of her eyes. With quick, sharp steps she found a seat off to the side near the back. Her head tilted causing her pale tresses to fall before her face. She wasn't going to let them see her cry. There was too many people in here already. Crying would only make it worse. | Sometimes it's hard to just keep going
But faith is moving without knowing
Amara 'Mara' Nguyen
Can I trust what I can't see?
To reach my destiny
I want to take control but I know better
Name
Amara Nguyen
Age
Eighteen
Birthday
January 1
Gender
Female
Sexuality
Bi-sexual
Room number
Six
Coach
Felix Larsen
Appearance
Amara stands at a mere five foot two, her body slim and willowy. While her heritage is mixed she tends to favor her father who hails from South Korea. Her features are soft and delicate like that of a birds; in fact the only thing that truly stands out on the young lady was the shocking white of her locks. A rare recessive gene that passed from her mother's side. Her flesh is almost as pallid as her hair but that was more of a personal choice. She didn't care for the contrast between her lighter tresses and dark skin. Amara's style was simple; a wash of monochrome dresses and general light fabrics. The only featuring colors was the soft pink of her lips and the dark blue of her eyes. Despite her rather reclusive nature Amara tended to draw attention and over time had developed an easy-going demeanor around strangers.
History
Her life was simple, really. She got up for school every morning around five am and would relax listening to music until the rest of the house would stir awake. She was always an early riser which tended to be helpful when you're the oldest out of four. She'd rouse her younger siblings; helping them dust off the remaining traces of sleep and begin her day. Her mother, Korabell, was a neurosurgeon and often out and working late while her father had actually passed several years back in a fatal car accident. Before then he was a librarian. The stark difference between her parents was probably why they got along so well. Her mother was high stress and always on the go while her father was soft, calm and took his time. They balanced each other out. Amara always admired their dedication to one other and secretly hoped to find someone who'd compliment her nature like they had.
She generally took after her father in more than just looks. She was soft spoken and quiet where her younger siblings tended to be rowdy and rough. In fact her nonchalant attitude had earned her a reputation in high school. Somehow bringing her to cool status within a mere week of transferring there. She didn't completely mind though. In fact it was how she had made her best friend; Nova. Nova was Amara's closet companion. She was loud and outgoing- a little brash at times but that's what she loved about her the most. The girl was never afraid to say exactly what she thought. The two were practically inseparable. In fact she was the only one who had known about Amara's odd quirks.
Her kidnapping was, well it was a kidnapping! Greedy hands that grabbed and pulled and bound her. Shoving her head in a black bag as she was roughly shoved to the floor. She'll never forget that moment. As her heart lodged firmly in her throat.
Power
Time disruption:
It started out with small gaps; she'd lose her footing and it was as if everything slowed for a tiny second. Just enough time for her to recognize that she was falling but never enough for her to correct herself. The longest time was during her father's accident. She had actually been in the passenger side when an oncoming car suddenly lurched into their lane. Everything felt frozen as she watched horrified as her father slowly braced for impact. Out of instinct she had curled herself up and in result managed to avoid the dashboard crushing both her legs. Her father; wasn't so lucky. Amara had never had it last as long since. In fact usually by time she realized it was happening it was already over. |
51,851 | 1,401 | 60 | 69 | 678 | Lyra nodded furiously as the girl made her gestures. She rocked her arms back and forth, as if cradling a baby, then placed her hands together as if in prayer and batted her eyes at her strange companion. Her mother had always warned her not to act needy and helpless, that her family was better than that, but what choice did Lyra have? Without someone to carry her, she was stuck, and she would never figure out where she had been brought and why.
She paused as the intercom piped up again, saying something about translation to Russian - was that the language this strange girl was speaking?
"Wheelchairs!" she said as the intercom stated that there were some positioned outside. She looked at the girl and moved her hands back and forth on either of her sides, as if rolling the wheels of such a device. "I could really, really use one - that way, you won't have to carry me!" she said. Of course, the lizard girl would have to push her instead - Lyra had never been able to move herself while in a wheelchair. But surely that was easier!
Her eyes widened as she realized she'd forgotten her manners. She pointed to herself as hastily as he sickly body would allow and said, "Lyra." Then, she turned her finger to the other girl and tilted her head to the side inquisitively. It was of the utmost importance that a lady of her disabilities be polite to those who helped them, for should they change their minds, she would be stranded and alone. | Name: Lyra Mistly
Age: 16 (Birthday: October 28th 1999)
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Appearance:
History: Lyra should have had it all. She was born to rich parents, excelled in school, and was one of the most sought after girls at her school. But she was robbed of it, all because of a disease she was born with that the doctors couldn't diagnose.
Her parents flew her all over the country trying to figure it out, yet none of them knew what afflicted her. The disease drained her of most of her strength, made even walking across the street an exhausting chore. Yet it did nothing else. On an examination table, nothing appeared wrong with her. The doctors prescribed her many pills, yet every one of them was ineffective. The weakness persisted.
Eventually, her parents gave up. They coddled her, protected her, but could not free her from her affliction. So she went through life excluded from the other children's games at school. Even when they played inside, she was kept separate from them out of fear that they would accidentally hurt her. So she decided that she liked being alone, that she needed no friends. She would stay inside, reading, playing games, doing whatever she had to to avoid dwelling on her condition.
Yet, one night, when she was 15, all of that changed. She woke up in the middle of the night and found that she could walk. Though she ran around the mansion all night, she never grew tired. Not until the sun began to rise.
She was abducted before she could find out more than that her strength returned in the darkness.
Power: Lyra can manipulate shadows and darkness. However, her powers work only when there is little light, and the deeper the darkness, the stronger she is. When she is in the light her powers fade and her physical strength returns to her normal, feeble levels. |
51,852 | 1,401 | 61 | 1,000 | 1,301 | Nikolai Arkaden
Lounge-Irina/Abel
Nikolai watched as his new friends suffered, he didnt know what to do. He wanted to help them but they seemed to suffer for no reason. He watched as the electronics in the room went wacky, then Able smashed his fist into the television in the room. Nikolai couldnt help but smirk at the destruction. Irina spoke, Abel could hear technology. Interesting. She knew Nikolai had come from Russia. He wanted to make a joke about how smart someone would have to be to figure that out but put it aside for later. Nikolai watched as Abel burst out again, claiming cameras were everywhere watching them. Abel grabbed a bowl and threw it at a wall, it was almost funny how much this guy liked breaking things. Nikolai thought about breaking things too then a voice came on from the ceiling.
"Hello all! Now, I understand that you're all confused and scared especially due to the nature of your transportation to this safe facility..."
"На прошлой неделе Я покажу вам перевозки", Nikolai muttered under his breath.
(I'll show you transportation)
The voice sounded as if she were from the United Kingdom, Nikolai couldnt place where but he at least had an idea where they were. If the person running this place was some kind of European, then they were likely in Europe. The voice told them to head to the auditorium. Nikolai was considering trying to break out. Irina seemed afraid to leave, Nikolai somewhat understood how afraid she was. He didnt like his new ability, he just at random popped in and out of places. But to hear everyone's thoughts at once would certainly ruin his evening. She seemed genuinely afraid, Nikolai felt bad for her. He was going to stay here. Then the message was repeated in Russian, they knew how serious these people were. Abel said he was going to go, that he wanted to make sure his family was safe. Nikolai felt envy then relief, he had no family to worry about. It meant he could care for who he wanted to and often not care at all. Nikolai crossed his arms and propped himself against a chair.
"Что это такое?" He asked calmly.
(What is it like?)
@wolverbells @SheriffLlama | Name: Lucie Valentine
Nickname: Luce
Age: 16
Birthday: November 6th, 1999
Gender: Female
Sexual orientation: Heterosexual
Height: 5’8”
Weight: 120 lbs
Special characteristics: None.
Appearance: While Lucie might not come across as the most approachable of people at first glance what with her perpetually bored expression and closed off posture, she certainly does present an eye catching picture.
Styled in an asymmetrical bob and dyed a vibrant, flame red; her hair strikes a vivid contrast with her pale skin and dark clothing. Her long, wispy lashes are darkened with mascara and her large eyes are usually accentuated with black eyeliner in an attempt to make the otherwise unremarkable grey of her irises stand out. Silver studs and small hoops follow the curve of her delicate ears, five in her left and three in her right. All this makes her look a fair bit older than she actually is.
The girl exudes the illusion of effortless grace; her long legs and willowy frame further lending credence to this. However, this illusion of elegance only holds for about as long as she remains still. Having gone through an unexpected growth spurt, she’s suddenly unsure and entirely awkward about her body as the next teenage girl.
Personality: Raised by her aunt after the tragic death of her parents, Lucie has grown up to be cynical and more than a little bit spoiled. For someone so young, she’s got quite a bit of vitriol towards the world. It's honestly a wonder she hasn’t toppled over from the massive chip on her slender shoulders. She isn’t above weaponizing the tragedy of her past to evoke guilt in her pushover of a guardian and get her way in the end; which should be a clear enough picture as to how she goes through life. And when the going gets tough, she uses her past as a shield behind which to hide from the problem.
Lucie is alarmingly unmotivated, even for a teenager. Rather than a case of laziness, she simply shows no concern for her future, content to let life just pass her by. Much to her aunt’s dismay, no amount of coaxing or strictness would snap her out of it.
However, for all her facade of disinterest and boredom, Lucie is quite aware of her surroundings and her peers. She pays attention to the goings on of those around her, often surprising them when she speaks up. Of course, as she has a tendency for sarcasm - and due to her acerbic tongue - most of these comments aren’t exactly well received. She’s also prideful enough that sometimes, she fails to see past her albeit very pretty nose - and god forbid she ever admits to being wrong. Lucie is extremely opinionated on certain subjects and doesn’t hesitate to let them be known. She’s quick to take offense and slow to forgive, leaving her with a scant few friends.
Lucie’s English carries a French accent to her words, being a native Parisian and all.
Likes:
Lucie is borderline obsessed with fantasy novels - The Forgotten Realms, Harry Potter, and Dragon Age being a few of her favorites. She can talk about it for hours on end if she isn’t stopped.
Drawing, though she prefers to hide behind the anonymity of the internet while showing off her work.
Obsessive drinker of fine teas.
Sylvester, her lovebird. He's magnificent and superior to all other animals, in her opinion.
Dislikes:
Food in general, fish being particularly offensive. As an extremely picky eater with an abysmal appetite to go with it, Lucie would avoid food if it was at all possible.
Schoolwork; Lucie hates school and puts in only as much effort as to ensure she doesn't flunk out of her classes.
Lucie doesn't like flowers since they remind her of funerals and her time spent in a hospital, when she got tons of those as condolences and well wishes.
Skills:
Proficient in digital art and decent enough in traditional ink sketches, Lucie earns a fair bit of pocket change through her commissions and has a decent sized follower base.
Knows how to swear in French, Tevene, Qunlat, Nilfgaardian and ancient Elvhen.
Knack for perfectly mimicking accents once she hears enough of it.
Making people feel uncomfortable by being tactless on purpose, and with her scathing remarks.
Fears:
As a child, Lucie had an incident involving an upturned canoe and nearly drowned as a result. The experience has left her deathly afraid of water in large quantities.
Hospitals have always been a source of fear and trepidation for her, bringing to mind at least a dozen horrible scenarios of what could go wrong. Her time admitted to one after the car crash served to make it even worse, if that was possible.
Snakes. Squirmy, scaly, slithery beasts that are the embodiment of horror in Lucie's eyes. This might have to do with the fact that she watched a - highly unrealistic, but still terrifying in her mind - movie marathon about killer snakes.
An inexplicable (and rather embarrassing) fear of hers is the paranormal. Lucie has never been strong in the face of horror movies and novels, but anything about the paranormal leaves her torn between hiding under her blankets and keeping a vigilant watch on every little shadow and rustle.
History: Born to Allison and Laurent Valentine, Lucie was a surprise, but not an unwelcome one. The family had their ups and downs but she had a normal and happy childhood. Well, as normal a childhood as one could have with a semi-famous model for a father and a makeup artist in early retirement as a mother. Still, they loved their daughter and doted on her at every point. She was their perfect little angel, after all.
Of course, life rarely gives us perfect happiness.
The little girl who was taught to be dependent on her parents for every little thing suddenly found herself quite alone and entirely devastated when they died in a car crash some time after her seventh birthday.
Lucie's aunt took over guardianship and attempted to care for her traumatized and injured charge the best she could. She walked on eggshells around the girl and couldn't find it in her heart to ever be strict with the poor little thing despite the doctor's recommendations. As a result, Lucie grew up to be tremendously spoiled.
Superpower: Selective Intangibility.
Theoretically, Lucie possesses the ability to render herself intangible, allowing her to pass through matter and energy completely unharmed while at the same time being tangible to interact with what she wishes to. At the heart of it, this power stems from spatial manipulation, manipulating the planes of existence on a relatively small level as the ability can only extend to herself and inanimate objects she is in contact with. It also allows her the capability to disrupt organic matter and electronics by passing through them. An added benefit is that she can camouflage herself to perfectly blend in with her environment.
Weaknesses: Selective intangibility is exactly what is sounds like, rendering her abilities rather limited as to what she can do. Her intangibility can only extend to relatively small objects, and she needs to be in contact with them for it to work. Becoming completely tangible while inside a solid object would injure her, and might even kill her, depending on the molecular structure of said object. While her passing through them would completely damage or disrupt electronics, the most it can do to an organic is to knock them out for a while. Her camouflage ability takes a lot of concentration and is only perfect for as long as she remains still. Once she starts moving, its difficult to constantly keep adjusting her camouflage and she isn't impossible to spot by the slight distortions. |
51,853 | 1,401 | 62 | 2,692 | 854 | Irina Ivanov
Lounge to Auditorium - Nikolai
Irina did nothing to stop Abel from leaving. She had heard the urgency in his voice and had simply stood aside so that he would leave the room. He had a point: people's homes were invaded. Even hers. The only difference was that her mother didn't matter as much to her. She had became a drunk in a matter of years and the roles had switched to where Irina was the parent and her mother was the child.
Although Irina did desperately want to get out of the facility, she wasn't in a hurry to go back home. This was her chance to leave and start fresh somewhere different, even if it meant having a rough start.
Her attention had now been drawn to Nikolai who remained in the room with her. She had gotten a bit of a feel of how he felt through out the entire time that Abel was throwing his fit. She was able to catch glimpses or phrases of what he had thought. She heard what he had asked her but she had now become more interested in the random thoughts she would hear that her answer had become a few seconds delayed. "I'll have you know I'm very smart," she smirked as she referred to one of his previous thoughts and returned to answering his question, "it's kind of like when you go to a crowded room and everyone is speaking at once, but thinking is very random so everything you hear makes no sense." She but her lip as she thought of a way to explain her curse. "It's sometimes loud, and some times soft. What is hard is when people talk and I can hear their thoughts. Conversations and thoughts are two different things and it hurts."
The young woman had found herself peering around the door again, her anxiety only growing more as she thought of people coming out of no where and hurting them while they were alone. "Come. We must go to the auditorium." She gestured for him to follow her as she stepped out into the hall. In an attempt to get him to follow, she brought up one of the few thoughts she had caught on from him, her green eyes looking at bit more sad as she remembered the emotion that was attached to the memory. "You lived in an orphanage in Russia, no? Things are never easy in Russia."
She had turned to walk down the hall. If Nikolai wanted to keep talking to her, he'd had to follow, and she'd be happy to speak to him about anything regarding what she had brought up or the thoughts she had heard. It made her feel horrible to have heard such a deep thought though. No one wanted their intimate thoughts heard.
Irina had found herself standing at the side of the auditorium before she knew it, her feet hesitant to move forward.
'Wait.... It's quiet.
Her body slumped down slightly in relief as the muscles relaxed from being so tense. She took a few steps into the door and scanned the room, slightly bracing for the shock of when the voices suddenly came. Nothing.
'Okay. I can do this. As long as everyone doesn't talk at once or start internally screaming.
Irina pressed forward to the nearest seat by the door in case she needed to leave. She had seen Abel but chose not to sit near him. If Nikolai decided to go over there then that was fine. Being alone in this room was for the best. She'd sprint out of there the second things got too hectic. Yes. That was the plan. All she needed to do now was to focus on one thing in the room to block out even her own thoughts. | Name
Irina Ivanov
Age
December 3, 1998 (making her 17)
Gender
Female
Sexuality
Heterosexual
Height
5'5"
Weight
130 lbs
Appearance
Irina is of a fairly average height, standing at about 5'5" and weighing around 130 lbs. She has well defined curves that are accentuated by the clothes that she wears. She has muscle definition from her years of gymnastics back when she lived in Moscow. Her hair is a jet black color and falls in curls down to the middle of her back, when straight it's an A-line cut and falls a little more to the small of her back. Her skin is a fair, not too pale color, with a few freckles sprinkled over her nose and on the top of her cheeks. Her eyes are a vibrant emerald green surrounded by thick, long lashes. Irina has hardly ever worn make up and finds it annoying and useless.
History
Father being Russian, mother being Spaniard; Being an immigrant from a foreign country has helped shape Irina through out the years. She was born to a dysfunctional family. Her parents were hardly ever home, trying to work hard for Irina to have a better life than they did but because of that there was no communication and the parents ended up divorcing. Irina had stayed with her mother and moved to Spain trying to find somewhere where they could settle down for a while and live calmly. They finally did, after about five years, but by that time Irina was 10 and her abilities had become more persistent. The voices in her head would begin to overwhelm her more frequently and they would stay for longer periods of time. There were days that she could not handle the voices and got to the point where she’d either cry herself to sleep or the migraine would make her fall asleep. It was because of this reason that she was able to be ‘captured’, as she puts it, and taken away from her mother.
Power(s)
Telekinesis. Irina has the ability to manipulate objects with her mind, such as lifting a book and throwing it across a room, but on a slightly larger scale. That ability is not active at the moment though. It is dormant. Her active ability is telepathy. She doesn’t know it yet but she can hear what others are thinking all at once. She can not control the surge of voices that suddenly attack her, or the constant hushed murmurs that sometimes feel as a background noise in her head.
Weakness(s)
While Irina will be able to easily lift several small objects, larger objects will be more difficult to handle. For things any bigger than a human, Irina must concentrate as much as possible to be able to lift it without dropping it. Lifting other humans as well is rather difficult for her, seeing as how she does not trust herself to keep them safe. Another weakness would be that if too much mental exertion happens, internal injuries will happen. When it comes to telepathy, she can not just delve into others minds as some type of all powered being. If others want to keep certain thoughts ‘private’, she can not read or see them. To start with, Irina can only hear what people are presently thinking and that’s only because she can not control what she can or can not hear.
Personality
A bit of a reclusive person, Irina would technically classify as an introvert but she doesn't think so. She likes to be around others but enjoys just listening to conversations. She has a 'polite' look on her face that would make her seem approachable by others, yet as soon as she speaks it's another story. Irina is very stern and at times somewhat sarcastic when others get on her nerves. She, in some ways, can be very naive at times, not knowing much about the new country, only the town where she resides.
Even with this type of 'wall' that she has built, Irina is a caring person to those that win her heart. She has a soft spot for children and animals and strives to help either one. She also has a major soft spot for sweets. |
51,854 | 1,401 | 63 | 2,633 | 3,130 | Mayuri Nakasone
Pool - Auditorium
The girl was starting to stir. Beyond that pained expression, tormented, cast upon by the writhing of Myriam's body, there was almost something that looked. Tranquil? She looked ever-so-slightly at peace, as if there was something calming washing over her. But even still... This girl looked far from okay. Even if she was coming to her senses, whatever fear had triggered her fit dying down, she didn't look... Normal, natural, even if this was the first time Mayuri had ever laid eyes upon her.
Mara had soon joined her by the edge of the pool, and was offering words along with her. Whether or not the girl could hear them was anyone guess, but despite that they continued. Had it worked? It didn't matter. What did matter was that she was sat upright, looking at them with bluish-green eyes and a seemingly normal expression, if a little covered in shame. Mayuri couldn't be sure if Mara shared the same, but she sighed in relief. Thank God for that...
"I-I'm sorry." she was apologising? Why? There was nothing wrong with an involuntary responce to... Actually, what could she have reacted to? If it were epilepsy, did someone set off a bright series of flashes, or something similar? What kind of person would do that!? Whoever these people were that brought them to this place, they had some sick sense of humour.
"I'm Myriam." At least she remembered her name... Myriam, eh? That was a nice name. It had a certain... Ring? It sounded right to say, though Mayuri didn't. She simply replayed it over in her head until she was completely sure it was sound in her mind.
"D-dont apologise... Its nice to meet you. I-I'm Mayuri, and this i-"
Everything was cut off with another audio broadcast that resonated through the comms and around the facility. There was something about Russians; she had heard people talking early. So now they had a dedicated translator? At least the people in charge here had some sense of good will, even if they did kidnap a whole bunch of teenagers. But then, as the comms went silent and Mayuri went to talk, they buzzed again.
"Hello hello! This is a special announcement for those in the pool area. You appear to be having some trouble making your way to the auditorium for the first meeting so we're sending you some help. Please be aware that we have sealed off your abilities while our staff our present until we are comfortable you can exercise them safely in the presence of others."
Trouble? Sealed off? Abilities? Exercise them safely!? What was this person talking about?! There was nothing special about Mayuri. Well, her birthmark, that strange feeling and her certain aptitude for learning, but that was it! If that was called an ability, then every smart person was a superhero! It didn't make any sense what they were talking about, and for some reason she found it quite hard to think that anything more would be explained any clearer at this "meeting".
But she couldn't think for long, as the buzzer shut off with a high pitched squeal from some kind of microphone, causing the girl to recoil and cover her ears slightly. Why did that hurt like it did? It wasn't that high pitched. There were slight tears in her eyes as she looked up, only to see something terrible. People had come in through the doors, wearing full hazmat suits, wheeling wheelchairs towards them like mental patients who just broke out of their padded cells.
"H-huh..!?" was the only sound Mayuri could make as they beared down upon them. But there didn't appear to be any malicious intent in their actions, no move for offence. Still, that didn't stop Mayuri from at least trying to get away. She was scared, and like hell were they going to kidnap her again!
But they didn't. She couldn't struggles as they lightly set her down in the chair, along with Mara and Myriam. Couldn't struggle as they wheeled them from the pool and towards the auditorium, through the hallway that contained the first contact point, and to double doors bearing into a large hallway. Somewhere during that, Mayuri had instinctively gone to hold someone, anyones hand, and had landed on Myriam. It didn't matter how she reacted. It felt good to know there was at least someone there, keeping her company.
They arrived, and Mara immediately took off. Why did she leave so quickly? It didn't really matter... She lingered for a second in that chair, recollecting her nerves and senses, before standing again. If Myriam kept holding her hand or let go, she couldn't quite tell. She had gone numb from thinking about whatever they were about to be told - or likely not told, as chances were. What were they going to include and what would they leave out?
She stepped into the Auditorium, and was immidiately greeted by the sight of so many others. So many other people. They must have all been kidnapped as well... And they all looked around the same age. There were so many, more than Mayuri would have been comfortable around normally. But this time she didn't have a choice. She turned back to Myriam, and down to the shorter girl.
"D-do you want to sit t-together?" she looked over to the middle row, and pointed to the back row, "We can s-sit there... O-or, wherever... | Name: Mayuri Nakasone
Age: 16 (but she looks a lot younger)
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual - not that she's actually had a relationship.
Appearance: Mayuri stands at about 5'4", with blackish-purple hair and dark purple eyes. Rarely, you'll catch her without her red framed glasses adorning the bridge of her nose, but that occurrence is rare unless the girl is sleeping (you perv). Oh, you were wondering... Yes, she actually is 16. She just... Never grew up. Unlike her sister, who grew to be a rather tall mature looking girl, Mayuri never passed her Loli phase. A prepubescent face, a prepubescent body, just about A-cup breasts... Not to mention quite a high voice and a tendency to turn a bright shade of tomato at the slightest thing.
The only thing that could be called remarkable on a girl like Mayuri is her mark. It developed some time when she was around 8, and she's been covering it up as best she can since then. In fact, the only people who have ever actually seen it are her family and closest friends, as she refuses to do P.E. The mark (as seen on her chest in the image above) is the epicentre of her of seemingly random ability. But, why the hell are you looking down her top?! You fucking pervert paedo!
History: History? She looks like she's 10! But, fine. At home, the relationship between her family is as good as you could want. The parents never fight, the sisters are mostly good friends, money is more or less plentiful. School, less so. Sure, Mayuri has many close friends, but that's about it. She stays away from the boys, avoids conversation with others, and is usually made fun of because of her... Lolita body (people are dicks, I know). Her grades are pretty damn good, averaging around a B, and her English is almost impeccable. Its gotten to the point where she only speaks to people in English, besides her family and close friends of course. Its surprising how much English she speaks, considering her native language is Japanese (yes, that's so I don't have to use Google Translate. Leave me alone).
Mayuri was kidnapped in... A rather unconventional way. Being a rather naive character, she tends to fall for things quite easily. But, because of her ability, she usually needs not to worry about the consequence. Somehow, these guys knew. Syringes wouldn't work, and neither would blunt force. So how do you trick a young, gullible girl into doing something that would result in her capture? Well, you get a cat to lead her into an ally, and you have one of your agents give her a bar of chocolate. Works every time ^~^
Power: Spacial Disruption is a rather random, almost impossible to detect ability focused simply on defence at its current level. Spacial Disruption (or codename Praesidium Shield) is a space-time reflective ability stemming from the symbol on Mayuri's body. It doesn't usually take a form, at least not currently, and seems to have an almost random occurrence. The girl has no control over it yet, but nevertheless it is present. If she were to fall and cut herself, the shield would generate. If she were to punched, the shield would reflect it. It could almost be called an unintentional invulnerability to physical harm, but only those passing at a certain speed. If she were shot with live ammo at her current level, she would likely die. |
51,855 | 1,401 | 64 | 2,633 | 3,130 | SHIT! Ignore this. | Name: Mayuri Nakasone
Age: 16 (but she looks a lot younger)
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual - not that she's actually had a relationship.
Appearance: Mayuri stands at about 5'4", with blackish-purple hair and dark purple eyes. Rarely, you'll catch her without her red framed glasses adorning the bridge of her nose, but that occurrence is rare unless the girl is sleeping (you perv). Oh, you were wondering... Yes, she actually is 16. She just... Never grew up. Unlike her sister, who grew to be a rather tall mature looking girl, Mayuri never passed her Loli phase. A prepubescent face, a prepubescent body, just about A-cup breasts... Not to mention quite a high voice and a tendency to turn a bright shade of tomato at the slightest thing.
The only thing that could be called remarkable on a girl like Mayuri is her mark. It developed some time when she was around 8, and she's been covering it up as best she can since then. In fact, the only people who have ever actually seen it are her family and closest friends, as she refuses to do P.E. The mark (as seen on her chest in the image above) is the epicentre of her of seemingly random ability. But, why the hell are you looking down her top?! You fucking pervert paedo!
History: History? She looks like she's 10! But, fine. At home, the relationship between her family is as good as you could want. The parents never fight, the sisters are mostly good friends, money is more or less plentiful. School, less so. Sure, Mayuri has many close friends, but that's about it. She stays away from the boys, avoids conversation with others, and is usually made fun of because of her... Lolita body (people are dicks, I know). Her grades are pretty damn good, averaging around a B, and her English is almost impeccable. Its gotten to the point where she only speaks to people in English, besides her family and close friends of course. Its surprising how much English she speaks, considering her native language is Japanese (yes, that's so I don't have to use Google Translate. Leave me alone).
Mayuri was kidnapped in... A rather unconventional way. Being a rather naive character, she tends to fall for things quite easily. But, because of her ability, she usually needs not to worry about the consequence. Somehow, these guys knew. Syringes wouldn't work, and neither would blunt force. So how do you trick a young, gullible girl into doing something that would result in her capture? Well, you get a cat to lead her into an ally, and you have one of your agents give her a bar of chocolate. Works every time ^~^
Power: Spacial Disruption is a rather random, almost impossible to detect ability focused simply on defence at its current level. Spacial Disruption (or codename Praesidium Shield) is a space-time reflective ability stemming from the symbol on Mayuri's body. It doesn't usually take a form, at least not currently, and seems to have an almost random occurrence. The girl has no control over it yet, but nevertheless it is present. If she were to fall and cut herself, the shield would generate. If she were to punched, the shield would reflect it. It could almost be called an unintentional invulnerability to physical harm, but only those passing at a certain speed. If she were shot with live ammo at her current level, she would likely die. |
51,856 | 1,401 | 65 | 1,182 | 1,252 | Myriam Cassedy
Location: Indoor Pool ~ Auditorium
Interactions: Mayuri ()
Myriam looked up at Mayuri as the girl introduced herself and her breeze voice rang softly in her ears. It was relaxing. But before the calming presence of having someone there with her could fully emerge on her, yet another sudden loud noise rolled through the room, echoing off the walls. A voice rang from the hidden speakers, just like they did before, and yet again Myriam couldn't understand the words. Her head was feeling heavy and she didn't understand why. At least this time she had no mental breakdown. Thank god. The voice silenced. Wait.What did they say? A questioning look appeared on the blonde's face and she wanted to voice her thoughts as another announcement settled from the speakers. Myriam still couldn't figure out where exactly those electronics where hidden.
"Hello hello! This is a special announcement for those in the pool area. You appear to be having some trouble making your way to the auditorium for the first meeting so we're sending you some help. Please be aware that we have sealed off your abilities while our staff our present until we are comfortable you can exercise them safely in the presence of others."
... It took Myriam several seconds to fully process the words and recognize their meaning. Send help... Yes, help sounded good. Help was what she needed. But no, not from those people who kept her here in the weird facility, locked up and are most likely also the ones that had kidnapped her form the street. And what is that even supposed to mean ~ Sealed off your abilities.... Is that why she had a mental breakdown at this noise? Was that some sort of side effect from whatever they had given her? How do you seal off someone's abilities anyway? Are they drugged? She hadn't felt very drugged, she had felt like her thinking was clear until this moment. Was there something in the air that made her break down? She was confused to say the least. Exersice them safely... presence of others.... Okay so they were planning on letting her use whatever ability they believe they had taken from her... But still none of this made any sense.
She felt the need to just dive into the water, forget what was happening, and find her peace in silence. But she couldn't. Doors opened, people marched in - it reminded Myriam somehow of the military -, walking straight at them and pushing three wheelchairs, one for each of them. Myriam panicked slightly. She tried to get up and get away, but her feet wouldn't carry her, her knees were too weak to lift her.
Before she knew what was happened, she found herself seated in a wheelchair, a hand was holding onto hers tightly, and Myriam sqeezed it softly. She didn't want to let go. They pushed them all towards what they had said would be the auditorium. Myriam held onto Mayuri's hand for the entire ride, unable to speak as fear sat in her throat. She would probably cry any minute, probably would have tears rolling down her cheeks if she tried to speak.
Suddenly they stopped. Mayuri stood up to get off the chair, Amara had already taken off to the inside of what seemed to be the auditorium everyone wanted them to head to. Myriam was still holding onto Mayuri's hand, it seemed her knowledge of being able to let go of something has vanished. She was unable to let go.
"D-do you want to sit t-together?" Mayuri was looking over to the middle row, and pointing to the back row, "We can s-sit there... O-or, wherever...
Myriam looked at the girl and nodded softly. She really didn't care where they sat, she just wanted to keep holding onto the girl. Her knees were still weak, so she used the hand of the girl to pull herself up and out of the wheelchair. Slowly she walked inside of the auditorium with Mayuri by her side. They walked up the rows, Myriam not wanting to sit at the front and therefore being seen by whoever was having this presentation readied for them, so the girl decided to sit in the middle of the very last row. Nervously for what was to come she awaited the people who had yet to explain why they took all those teenagers to this place. | Myriam Riley Cassedy
Appearance
Myriam stands at 1, 53m / almost perfectly 5 feet and is therefor considered petite. She weights 55kg / ca. 121 lbs and has a sporty figure. She doesn't really have a lot of strength and does't show a lof of muscles, though her stomach is nicely toned. Her skin is not exactly pale, but stays a light white tone. She is rather to get sunburnt than catch a tan in summer.
Her hair is naturally blonde, but gets often mistaken for dyed due to her darker roots that make her seem to have naturally brown hair. Myriam's eyes are blue-green and though mostly being described as blue or green, the light can make them look beige-ish too at times.
Her breasts are a decent B cup and rather perky.
Age
18 years
Born on February 24, 1997
Gender
Female
Sexuality
Bisexual with a preference for girls
Likes
Animals
Dancing (and cheerleading)
Doing sports (especially ones involving a ball of any kind)
Books
Chess
Bright colors
The USA flag and the UK flag
Nature and all four seasons
Creative people (she is not creative herself)
Pizza!
Children
Riding the bike
Magic (she will not hear that it is not real!)
Dislikes
Loud sudden noises
Violence
Mean words
Being touched out of nowhere
Being left out or behind
Phoning or voice messages
Fights
Trump
Politics
Needles
Boxing (she considers it too violent)
Power
Mind Control
Myriam's power is easily described as mind control, although it is a lot more complicated than "I say jump, you ask how high". Her ability in using the power is so small, it's barely there. Her power has only unleashed once in her lifetime so far.
At the moment the only time she will be able to use it, is when in great, deeply fear. If she then uses her words to beg someone for something, it will most likely happen. Though the state of someone else doing as she says will only hold on for a few seconds, it might be enough to give her a chance to flee the situation that put her in such horror.
A downside of the power is that she has to be careful what words she uses. At the momental state it's not a necessity since she doesn't know how to use her power anyway. But once unleashed, her power works freely and cannot be blocked out. Meaning if she is angry and yells "fuck yourself", exactly that will happen. She will have to choose her words very wisely once her power breaks through completely. If she would tell someone to "just go and have fun", they will not stop having fun until either death comes along and reprieves them or the effect of the mind control will end (length of mind control effect will change over the time).
The power only works when her words reach the other person's ears directly. It does not work over any kind of speaker, telephone or through a thin wall or door, ect. However, given that she cannot control the power anyway, that is her least problem at the moment.
Personality
Myriam is a very kind person and was very open and happy until the incident happened. However, now her personality has changed. The following is how she is now, after the traumatising experience.
Myriam likes to stay quiet and observe instead of getting into the conversation herself. She doesn't like to be touched out of nowhere, she has to be able to see when someone wants to give her a hug or touch her arm or take her hand in order to prepare for the feeling. The girl is very scared of loud, sudden noises and will shrink together when hearing any unprepared loud noise.
She loves animals and little kids, always wanted to be a mother herself but now not so sure about anything anymore. Any animal is holy to her and she will not harm them, but rather take it outside the house if possible. She is not afraid of any kind of animal and would gladly own a pair of every animal on the planet - yes even the dangerous and toxic onces. The best way to her heart is probably over an animal.
History
Myriam Riley Cassedy grew up as an only child. She had a healthy social life, was doing alright in school and had fun at playing baseball and voleyball. She was a cheerleader in High School and looking forward to her graduation and college years. And then something changed her life completely.
At a dark, rainy night her father sneaked into her room and what happened had put her into a state of incredible fear and horror that had set free her power for the first and last time in her life. She screamed for him to stop several times and when his actions completely froze, she allowed herself to look at him. Horror was on his face as he couldn't move anymore. The girl pushed him off her, running for her dear life. She didn't understand what had happened and certainly did not know that she had forced him to do what she said.
Not wanting to talk about what had happened, she did not dare to go to one of her friends' houses. Especially since she was scared he'd show up there to collect her and bring her home. So she ran and ran until no more breath was in her, collapsed at a train station far away from home and fell asleep in a corner, too tired to make one single thought anymore.
The next time she woke up, she had no idea how much time had passed and if she slept a few hours or a few days - could have easily been both-, but she knew that she definitely did not fall asleep here. She found herself in the room.
Extra
She can handle a shotgun, but has never shot at anything living, only cans and glass bottles. |
51,857 | 1,401 | 66 | 1,000 | 1,301 | Nikolai Arkaden
Lounge/Auditorium-Irina
Nikolai listened intently to her description of what she heard. It was interesting, and somewhat terrifying. She mentioned it was just a bunch of talking, so much that it had overwhelmed her. He understood how bad that could be and was going to say something before she began leaving and mentioned his upbringing. As far as he remembered he didnt bring up the orphanage, had she read him? She mentioned her father was from Russia, he was going to say his too but he didnt know for sure.
"Life not easy anywhere," Nikolai said shrugging off his childhood. The pair walked to the auditorium and Nikolai felt strange for a moment, his body moved only slightly. Within the same foot. It made him dizzy to be moved such a small amount, as if his vision had instantly shifted. Irina stopped before entering the auditorium but then entered anyway. She took a seat close to the door and Nikolai looked at her, she looked afraid. He grumbled and climbed over the row of seats she sat in and put himself down in one of the seats behind her, his feet propped up on the desk. Looking around the room he saw several other teens, Abel was there. A few others he didnt recognize, he was eager to find out what these kids could do. | Name: Lucie Valentine
Nickname: Luce
Age: 16
Birthday: November 6th, 1999
Gender: Female
Sexual orientation: Heterosexual
Height: 5’8”
Weight: 120 lbs
Special characteristics: None.
Appearance: While Lucie might not come across as the most approachable of people at first glance what with her perpetually bored expression and closed off posture, she certainly does present an eye catching picture.
Styled in an asymmetrical bob and dyed a vibrant, flame red; her hair strikes a vivid contrast with her pale skin and dark clothing. Her long, wispy lashes are darkened with mascara and her large eyes are usually accentuated with black eyeliner in an attempt to make the otherwise unremarkable grey of her irises stand out. Silver studs and small hoops follow the curve of her delicate ears, five in her left and three in her right. All this makes her look a fair bit older than she actually is.
The girl exudes the illusion of effortless grace; her long legs and willowy frame further lending credence to this. However, this illusion of elegance only holds for about as long as she remains still. Having gone through an unexpected growth spurt, she’s suddenly unsure and entirely awkward about her body as the next teenage girl.
Personality: Raised by her aunt after the tragic death of her parents, Lucie has grown up to be cynical and more than a little bit spoiled. For someone so young, she’s got quite a bit of vitriol towards the world. It's honestly a wonder she hasn’t toppled over from the massive chip on her slender shoulders. She isn’t above weaponizing the tragedy of her past to evoke guilt in her pushover of a guardian and get her way in the end; which should be a clear enough picture as to how she goes through life. And when the going gets tough, she uses her past as a shield behind which to hide from the problem.
Lucie is alarmingly unmotivated, even for a teenager. Rather than a case of laziness, she simply shows no concern for her future, content to let life just pass her by. Much to her aunt’s dismay, no amount of coaxing or strictness would snap her out of it.
However, for all her facade of disinterest and boredom, Lucie is quite aware of her surroundings and her peers. She pays attention to the goings on of those around her, often surprising them when she speaks up. Of course, as she has a tendency for sarcasm - and due to her acerbic tongue - most of these comments aren’t exactly well received. She’s also prideful enough that sometimes, she fails to see past her albeit very pretty nose - and god forbid she ever admits to being wrong. Lucie is extremely opinionated on certain subjects and doesn’t hesitate to let them be known. She’s quick to take offense and slow to forgive, leaving her with a scant few friends.
Lucie’s English carries a French accent to her words, being a native Parisian and all.
Likes:
Lucie is borderline obsessed with fantasy novels - The Forgotten Realms, Harry Potter, and Dragon Age being a few of her favorites. She can talk about it for hours on end if she isn’t stopped.
Drawing, though she prefers to hide behind the anonymity of the internet while showing off her work.
Obsessive drinker of fine teas.
Sylvester, her lovebird. He's magnificent and superior to all other animals, in her opinion.
Dislikes:
Food in general, fish being particularly offensive. As an extremely picky eater with an abysmal appetite to go with it, Lucie would avoid food if it was at all possible.
Schoolwork; Lucie hates school and puts in only as much effort as to ensure she doesn't flunk out of her classes.
Lucie doesn't like flowers since they remind her of funerals and her time spent in a hospital, when she got tons of those as condolences and well wishes.
Skills:
Proficient in digital art and decent enough in traditional ink sketches, Lucie earns a fair bit of pocket change through her commissions and has a decent sized follower base.
Knows how to swear in French, Tevene, Qunlat, Nilfgaardian and ancient Elvhen.
Knack for perfectly mimicking accents once she hears enough of it.
Making people feel uncomfortable by being tactless on purpose, and with her scathing remarks.
Fears:
As a child, Lucie had an incident involving an upturned canoe and nearly drowned as a result. The experience has left her deathly afraid of water in large quantities.
Hospitals have always been a source of fear and trepidation for her, bringing to mind at least a dozen horrible scenarios of what could go wrong. Her time admitted to one after the car crash served to make it even worse, if that was possible.
Snakes. Squirmy, scaly, slithery beasts that are the embodiment of horror in Lucie's eyes. This might have to do with the fact that she watched a - highly unrealistic, but still terrifying in her mind - movie marathon about killer snakes.
An inexplicable (and rather embarrassing) fear of hers is the paranormal. Lucie has never been strong in the face of horror movies and novels, but anything about the paranormal leaves her torn between hiding under her blankets and keeping a vigilant watch on every little shadow and rustle.
History: Born to Allison and Laurent Valentine, Lucie was a surprise, but not an unwelcome one. The family had their ups and downs but she had a normal and happy childhood. Well, as normal a childhood as one could have with a semi-famous model for a father and a makeup artist in early retirement as a mother. Still, they loved their daughter and doted on her at every point. She was their perfect little angel, after all.
Of course, life rarely gives us perfect happiness.
The little girl who was taught to be dependent on her parents for every little thing suddenly found herself quite alone and entirely devastated when they died in a car crash some time after her seventh birthday.
Lucie's aunt took over guardianship and attempted to care for her traumatized and injured charge the best she could. She walked on eggshells around the girl and couldn't find it in her heart to ever be strict with the poor little thing despite the doctor's recommendations. As a result, Lucie grew up to be tremendously spoiled.
Superpower: Selective Intangibility.
Theoretically, Lucie possesses the ability to render herself intangible, allowing her to pass through matter and energy completely unharmed while at the same time being tangible to interact with what she wishes to. At the heart of it, this power stems from spatial manipulation, manipulating the planes of existence on a relatively small level as the ability can only extend to herself and inanimate objects she is in contact with. It also allows her the capability to disrupt organic matter and electronics by passing through them. An added benefit is that she can camouflage herself to perfectly blend in with her environment.
Weaknesses: Selective intangibility is exactly what is sounds like, rendering her abilities rather limited as to what she can do. Her intangibility can only extend to relatively small objects, and she needs to be in contact with them for it to work. Becoming completely tangible while inside a solid object would injure her, and might even kill her, depending on the molecular structure of said object. While her passing through them would completely damage or disrupt electronics, the most it can do to an organic is to knock them out for a while. Her camouflage ability takes a lot of concentration and is only perfect for as long as she remains still. Once she starts moving, its difficult to constantly keep adjusting her camouflage and she isn't impossible to spot by the slight distortions. |
51,858 | 1,401 | 67 | 2,502 | 1,203 | Location: Lyra’s room -> Auditorium hallway
When the translator came over the intercom, Stasya was both relieved and concerned. Relieved that there was now a chance for her to understand what was going on. Concerned, because the need for a translator meant that she was likely very, very far from home. Still, it did provide her with some helpful information. The fact that a wheelchair was being provided confirmed that there was something wrong with this girl’s legs. Something that she was very actively agreeing with.
When the girl identified herself as Lyra, Stasya smiled, clasped her hand and gently brought to her chest. “Stasya.” She gently helped pull her up that she was sitting on her knees, keeping a firm hold on Lyra’s shoulder to keep her steady as she turned around and sat on the edge of the bed. “Забраться на, (Climb on,)” she said in a reassuring voice, gently encircling the girl’s arms around her neck. “Держись. (Hold tight.)” Slipping her hands under Lyra’s thighs, she gave a small grunt as she stood up, leaning as far forward as she dared so that her passenger was draped across her back. The muscles in her limbs and back twitched and shifted in response to the weight as she made the unsteady walk to the door. Lyra is heavier than she looks.
Opening the door was a little awkward, but she managed. Sure enough, a wheelchair was waiting for them in the hallway, and she squatted down in front of it to set Lyra in the seat. With that, the pair began making their way to the auditorium, Stasya pausing and peering around each corner they came to. The closer they got to their destination, the more nervous Stasya became. That nervousness gave way to confusion as her body did not begin changing again. The scales on her upper arms, thighs and around her face neither advanced nor retracted.
Entering the auditorium, she wheeled Lyra a short distance to the left of the door, then stepped around her and sat down on the floor beside her, wrapping her arms around her legs and pressing against the wall, concealing the partially open back of the hospital gown and her own scale-covered back it revealed. | Name: Stasya Volkov
Age: 16, December 21st, 1998
Gender: female (for now)
Sexuality: unknown
Appearance: Due to the potential extent of the subject’s powers, she may not possess a singular appearance. Currently, however,the subject possesses a “base form” of sorts. This form has the appearance of a fifteen year old girl, with pale-coloured skin, dark hair, and bright blue eyes. She stands at approximately 5’1”. Be advised, the subject has been seen to subconsciously adjust minor details of her appearance based on her emotional state.
Personality: Extended psychological evaluations have revealed that the subject is very compliant and meek, likely due to her past trauma. She is also easily agitated, particularly by close proximity to older males (see subject history for details). This makes her very dangerous, as her powers tend to reflexively activate when she is in distress. She has been seen to have frequent nightmares, though close proximity to a trusted individual appears to alleviate this.
History: Investigation of the subject’s previous life indicates that she came from a low income family. Born in Saratov, Russia, her father worked as a security guard, while her mother stayed at home with her and her little sister. Her father was also an abusive alcoholic. Starting at the age of 15, the subject was repeatedly raped by her drunken father over the course of a year, which appears to have been what triggered her powers; approximately two months after the subject’s 16th birthday she was found covered in what appeared to be scales, with no visible sexual characteristics. Subject was placed in the hospital upon discovery, and obtained shortly thereafter.
Power:
Adaptive Shape-shifting: Subject has demonstrated the ability to subconsciously make medium-scale alterations to her body in response to her emotional state and environment, such as minor alterations to her height, weight and density, epidermal alterations such has scales, fur growth and defensive weapons such as fangs, claws and spines (note: these are not particularly large or sharp). Observation has also revealed conscious minor-scale alterations such as hair colour, skin colour and eye colour. |
51,859 | 1,401 | 68 | 1,142 | 1,144 | GM Post - The Auditorium
As the new residents of the facility made their way to the auditorium a group of men and women watching from a security control centre some distance away observed the groupings of the children. Some were making notes on tablets with styluses while others were talking amongst themselves, occasionally singling out one of the faces on the screen before continuing their conversations.
"It looks like most of them are there or nearly there. Shall we begin?" The woman speaking was the one who had made the announcements in English earlier, young and wearing a lab coat like most of the occupants of the room. Her hair was long an tied back into a ponytail and her rimless glasses gave her an enhanced look of intellectualism. Her cheekbones were angular and, for many, she would be described as pretty. The man next to her was of a similar age and similarly photogenic. He was stern-looking in contrast to her bubbly mannerisms and also happened to be the bilingual announcer.
"Distribute these so that I can translate." The man said to an assistant nearby, handing over a few earpieces. Together they headed to the auditorium, entering the hallway outside through one of the locked doors and then through the same entrance as the children. Heads naturally turned at their entrance and the young woman, clearly the spokesperson of the trio, greeted them all with a cheerful and upbeat grin.
"Hello, hello all! My name is Elisa and I'm the Head Researcher here at this facility. I'm pleased to finally make your acquaintance!" The made their way down to the front of the auditorium, the assistant hanging back with the small earpieces in his hand. "Our helper here has some earpieces which will help those of you who do not speak English as your first language. We'll make a start while the others arrive, you can always pass on anything to them I'm sure!"
The stern-looking man spoke in Russian and indicated the assistant who distributed the devices to those few who needed them, leaving a couple of spares on a desk near the rear of the room before disappearing.
Elisa was beaming at those in the room as if they were her students and she their lecturer, almost as if she were oblivious as to the nature of their journey to the facility.
"First off, we have deactivated yours powers through the use of a device we have created from previous research. This is primarily because you do not yet know how to use your powers and are a danger to yourself because of it." She glanced towards a few specific people in the room in turn. "For example, being in a room with multiple others when you can hear their thoughts could be agonising if you are unable to shut them out yet. Or being surrounding by monitoring equipment but unable to not sense them acutely." She shrugged, as if the others were not so unfortunate.
"Those of you whose powers don't manifest so passively, or so acutely, could still be at risk. A mismanaged shapeshift could be fatal, for example. Even the most benign power of accelerated regeneration could cause deformities if it activated to an excessive extent. Until you are all able to properly manage your abilities it is safest for your own well being that you have access to them in controlled environments." Elisa waited for Christopher to finish translating before continuing, now with a more serious look on her face (although one still had the sense that she was bubbling with excitement underneath).
"This facility is for the research of powers, generally, and also to act as a safe place for you to understand, control and then develop your abilities. We will, of course, be running tests but non-intrusively wherever possible. You are not the first group to have had powers and nor will you be the last. We attempt to understand your abilities better, not just the effects but also the cause and consequences, and then help you to control them. All abilities are dangerous to their owners and those around you. This is why we..." She paused, hesitating for a moment.
"Well, we kidnapped you. Let's not beat around the bush. Explaining the issues and the dangers to you posed a risk in your powers activating at a dangerous level and so we moved you here without giving you or you abilities a chance to react. Already some of you have experienced your powers going out of control, before we managed to calibrate the Nullifier to your specific abilities."
She waited for the news to sink in. It was hard to dispute what she was saying; all of them had seen one of the others, or had experienced themselves, having trouble with a power having significant side-effects due to a lack of control.
"Now, I know this all seems sudden but we need to do some preliminary tests to make sure that none of you have contracted any significant illnesses or issues as a result of your journey here. We will be pairing each one of you up with one staff member who will be both your trainer and a researcher who can help you better understand your power, and how to use it safely. To begin with there will be some blood tests and then various exercises specific to your powers... nothing too trying at the moment."
The smartboard behind the two lit up, the projector switching on without any apparent signal, and photos of each of the residents appeared on the screen. Next to each of them was their room number.
"These are your room numbers. We understand that earlier you may have been... in too stressed a state to have taken note of them. Please remember them for future reference. Now, are there any questions before we pair you up with your coaches?" | Arthur Ragnarson
Age: 17, born 11th October 1998
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual/Bi-Romantic
Appearance
Arthur is above average height, standing at 5' 11", is broad shouldered and has a strong build from years of playing a variety of sports. Ever since he stopped growing, in the last year or so, he has undergone physical training under the instruction of a tutor to enhance his potential as a sportsman and athlete. As such he is well toned and has a habit of beginning every morning early with a round of intense exercise.
He is naturally pale skinned but has a long-term tan from his frequent outdoors activities and has very pale hair, blond almost to the point of being white-haired. His eyes are a turquoise colour, bright and warm, with an intensity that could be unnerving if it were not for the relaxed air that surrounds their owner.
History
Arthur was born and bred in Southern England of the United Kingdom. His father was a successful accountant to the wealthy in London, often away for weeks or even months at a time while his mother had worked as a lawyer before Arthur came along. After that she retired but still received a sizeable income after inheriting controlling shares of a large stationary company built up by her grandfather.
Ever since Arthur can remember his mother has been mentally unstable and it supposedly only got worse after giving birth to him. Arthur's father never said a thing but it was clear he put a great deal of blame on his son and, although he provided an extraordinarily privileged upbringing, there was no love in the relationship. When the option for going to a boarding school arose Arthur was shipped off before he even knew what was happening and ever since has rarely returned home and even then only for a brief period of time.
As one might expect with such wealth in the family, Arthur had access to the most expensive tutors and trainers with a great deal of expectation thrust upon the only child in the family. His strong academic performance was matched with an array of athletic and other sporting awards and it was inevitable that he was given multiple scholarships to Eton, the most expensive and prestigious school in the country. Here he brushed shoulders with the offspring of former Prime Ministers and other leading politicians, the children of the richest and most powerful businessmen and women and even the occasional Royal (although not any heirs to the throne, of course).
Over the years he learned to enjoy his time away from home and his family and became very independent. A lot of his spare time was spent with various sports team (specifically the badminton, rugby and athletic clubs) and the rest was in the expansive libraries his affluent schools opened to their pupils.
It was during one of these spells in the quiet library that he was seized by the programme's operatives and secreted out to a waiting vehicle, the librarian conveniently called away to an emergency elsewhere.
Power: Accelerated healing.
It was during a rugby game that Arthur first had a clue to his power's existence. A high tackle wrenched his left shoulder out of its socket but his coach forced it back in as there was no sub to take his place and cancelling a game due to injury would forever be a blight upon the school's record. The next few scrums put additional pressure on the shoulder until his collar bone fractured just as the game ended.
Once at hospital it was found the injury had begun to mend already and he constantly exceeded his doctor's time frames for the recovery process to the point of it being abnormal. |
51,860 | 1,401 | 69 | 69 | 678 | Lyra sighed with relief as her new friend - whose name she doubted she could pronounce - placed her in a wheelchair. Her arms burned from the exertion of holding on while she was being carried. As she settled herself in her seat, she couldn't help but feel a little pathetic. This was the first time in a while that anyone new was introduced to her disability - it was embarrassing how little she could do on her own. Shame gnawed at her as the two of them advanced through the hallways, encountering others around the same age as they passed. At first, she thought all of them were staring at her - until she realized that they were far more interested in Stasya's scales. Relaxing a little, she mentally thanked the girl for drawing the attention away from her.
Once they entered the auditorium, Stasya pushed her to the side and then sat down next to her. Lyra blushed as her companion covered her exposed back, reminding Lyra that she, too, was wearing a hospital gown - and she didn't have the strength to cover herself up. She shifted her bare feet so that one was resting upon the other atop the wheelchair's footrest, her legs tangled together like a pretzel. The others around them seemed confused, like they, too, were new here. Hopefully, the foreignness of the situation would keep their eyes from her.
After a short while, two adults - a woman and a man - entered the room, and the woman began speaking. Lyra's heart twisted as she struggled to digest her words. They had powers, and they had been kidnapped? Was this some manner of sick joke being played on kids with strange diseases? Lyra had no powers; only extra weaknesses. And, though Stasy's scales could be interpreted as some kind of transformation, surely they were better explained as some sort of skin condition. She clenched her fists, anger mounting as the woman kept speaking and speaking. She bit her lip, hard, when they were asked whether they had any questions. Surely it was best to hold her silence. If one thing about what they were saying was likely to be true, it was that they had been kidnapped; Mother and Father would have never left Lyra with people like this. She exchanged a glance with her friend, wondering if anyone would speak up. Honestly, she hoped someone would give her the satisfaction of telling the miserable woman off. She just dared not face the consequences herself... | Name: Lyra Mistly
Age: 16 (Birthday: October 28th 1999)
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Appearance:
History: Lyra should have had it all. She was born to rich parents, excelled in school, and was one of the most sought after girls at her school. But she was robbed of it, all because of a disease she was born with that the doctors couldn't diagnose.
Her parents flew her all over the country trying to figure it out, yet none of them knew what afflicted her. The disease drained her of most of her strength, made even walking across the street an exhausting chore. Yet it did nothing else. On an examination table, nothing appeared wrong with her. The doctors prescribed her many pills, yet every one of them was ineffective. The weakness persisted.
Eventually, her parents gave up. They coddled her, protected her, but could not free her from her affliction. So she went through life excluded from the other children's games at school. Even when they played inside, she was kept separate from them out of fear that they would accidentally hurt her. So she decided that she liked being alone, that she needed no friends. She would stay inside, reading, playing games, doing whatever she had to to avoid dwelling on her condition.
Yet, one night, when she was 15, all of that changed. She woke up in the middle of the night and found that she could walk. Though she ran around the mansion all night, she never grew tired. Not until the sun began to rise.
She was abducted before she could find out more than that her strength returned in the darkness.
Power: Lyra can manipulate shadows and darkness. However, her powers work only when there is little light, and the deeper the darkness, the stronger she is. When she is in the light her powers fade and her physical strength returns to her normal, feeble levels. |
51,861 | 1,401 | 70 | 2,692 | 854 | Irina Ivanov
Auditorium
Secretly, Irina had been thankful that Nikolai had chosen to sit near by. He would be of great help if danger arose. Although it seemed highly unlikely to happen.
As other teenagers began to fill in the seats, Irina had winced and cringed little by little, every single time they sat down. Fortunately, nothing flooded her mind. Not even when the strangers in lab coats came in.
'Thank god', she thought as she listened carefully. They had nullified all of their abilities, and for a fraction of a second, Irina actually felt some gratitude for these strangers in lab coats. That was until the woman began to explain what had happened and what was going to happen. She had gotten over her initial fear, now that the impending threat of the voices was gone. Irina's green eyes bored into 'Elisa's' as she became slightly flabbergasted at what she was asking the teenagers to do. Irina's mouth fell slightly agape as she tried to wrap her head around the fact that this woman wanted them to go off and be tested by their kidnappers.
Once Elisa was finished, Irina finally decided to speak up. She had granted the woman the decency and respect of finishing her absurd speech in exchange for them turning off the voices in her head.
"So what you are saying is that we, the ones who were taken involuntarily, have to go with you all, the kidnappers..." Her Spanish accent only became 'thicker' as she let her anger and frustration get to her. "Kidnapping is a big offense, no? Keeping us hostage and sticking needles in us, much more of an offense, right?" Her sarcasm was now a bit more difficult to pick out from her real questions as she continued, her hands balling up on her lap. By now she had little to no fear and had far forgotten the voices that threatened to come back at any minute if they allowed. "I call bullshit," Irina spat the word at Elisa and her companion as if it were venom, "i am not going with any of your "coaches" and I am not going to get any of these 'preliminary' tests."
Irina was sure that the others probably thought she was outright crazy for questioning the authority of their captors. She was also sure that both Abel and Nikolai probably thought she was insane after they had witnessed her meltdown and she had shown weakness. For now, she couldn't care less. Her true colors had to be shown some day and since she didn't plan on staying here for long, she went ahead and showed them to everyone while they were all still together. | Name
Irina Ivanov
Age
December 3, 1998 (making her 17)
Gender
Female
Sexuality
Heterosexual
Height
5'5"
Weight
130 lbs
Appearance
Irina is of a fairly average height, standing at about 5'5" and weighing around 130 lbs. She has well defined curves that are accentuated by the clothes that she wears. She has muscle definition from her years of gymnastics back when she lived in Moscow. Her hair is a jet black color and falls in curls down to the middle of her back, when straight it's an A-line cut and falls a little more to the small of her back. Her skin is a fair, not too pale color, with a few freckles sprinkled over her nose and on the top of her cheeks. Her eyes are a vibrant emerald green surrounded by thick, long lashes. Irina has hardly ever worn make up and finds it annoying and useless.
History
Father being Russian, mother being Spaniard; Being an immigrant from a foreign country has helped shape Irina through out the years. She was born to a dysfunctional family. Her parents were hardly ever home, trying to work hard for Irina to have a better life than they did but because of that there was no communication and the parents ended up divorcing. Irina had stayed with her mother and moved to Spain trying to find somewhere where they could settle down for a while and live calmly. They finally did, after about five years, but by that time Irina was 10 and her abilities had become more persistent. The voices in her head would begin to overwhelm her more frequently and they would stay for longer periods of time. There were days that she could not handle the voices and got to the point where she’d either cry herself to sleep or the migraine would make her fall asleep. It was because of this reason that she was able to be ‘captured’, as she puts it, and taken away from her mother.
Power(s)
Telekinesis. Irina has the ability to manipulate objects with her mind, such as lifting a book and throwing it across a room, but on a slightly larger scale. That ability is not active at the moment though. It is dormant. Her active ability is telepathy. She doesn’t know it yet but she can hear what others are thinking all at once. She can not control the surge of voices that suddenly attack her, or the constant hushed murmurs that sometimes feel as a background noise in her head.
Weakness(s)
While Irina will be able to easily lift several small objects, larger objects will be more difficult to handle. For things any bigger than a human, Irina must concentrate as much as possible to be able to lift it without dropping it. Lifting other humans as well is rather difficult for her, seeing as how she does not trust herself to keep them safe. Another weakness would be that if too much mental exertion happens, internal injuries will happen. When it comes to telepathy, she can not just delve into others minds as some type of all powered being. If others want to keep certain thoughts ‘private’, she can not read or see them. To start with, Irina can only hear what people are presently thinking and that’s only because she can not control what she can or can not hear.
Personality
A bit of a reclusive person, Irina would technically classify as an introvert but she doesn't think so. She likes to be around others but enjoys just listening to conversations. She has a 'polite' look on her face that would make her seem approachable by others, yet as soon as she speaks it's another story. Irina is very stern and at times somewhat sarcastic when others get on her nerves. She, in some ways, can be very naive at times, not knowing much about the new country, only the town where she resides.
Even with this type of 'wall' that she has built, Irina is a caring person to those that win her heart. She has a soft spot for children and animals and strives to help either one. She also has a major soft spot for sweets. |
51,862 | 1,401 | 71 | 2,633 | 3,130 | Mayuri Nakasone
The Auditorium
Mayuri allowed herself to be led by the shorter girl, sitting down beside her on the back row facing the front. What we they planning to show them? This... Presentation, what was going to be contained in it? They were to tell everyone what the reason for their sudden bringing to the facility was, and what they intended to do... Right?
She turned to watch as the people entered through the door, idly taking notes on their features. Who were they..? Scientists? They certainly didn't look like kidnappers. She hardly registered what they were saying, simply taking what she needed. It wasn't that she was bored... This whole situation was just too surreal. There was no way it could be real. Her mind wouldn't accept it.
But as Elisa kept talking, she couldn't ignore it. This was really happening. It wasn't just some joke, a prank, it was real. They had all been taken against their will for... Their abilities? What abilities? Mayuri didn't have an ability. There was nothing special about her. Did they wrongly take her? Then, she just had to speak up! She would have to tell them they were wr-
What did it say again? All those times? It spoke, didn't it? It said words, or made sounds that she interpreted as words. It was when she fell over... And when that boy threw a ball at her. It felt warm, but cold at the same time. There was a cold chill, and a pleasant heat. But they mixed into each other, twisting and colliding and combining into an indistinguishable feeling of... Something. But she had forget that feeling when people ran to her and asked if she was okay.
"This facility is for the research of powers, generally, and also to act as a safe place for you to understand, control and then develop your abilities. We will, of course, be running tests but non-intrusively wherever possible. You are not the first group to have had powers and nor will you be the last. We attempt to understand your abilities better, not just the effects but also the cause and consequences, and then help you to control them. All abilities are dangerous to their owners and those around you. This is why we..."
You kidnapped them... Every single one? For research?! There was something wrong with these people... They wanted to test their abilities? What were they going to do; give Mayuri a Japanese and English exam? Or was it a physical exam? Check their weight, have them run laps around a track, see how much they could lift? Her mouth tasted salty, slightly metallic... Was she bleeding?
Oh, right, she had bitten her lip... It wasn't visible, but she was bleeding. What was visible was her bloodshot eyes, and her red cheeks and the tear tracks and her fresh tears. When had Mayuri started crying? There wasn't any indication, she hadn't made any sound. No wail, no murmur, no sound. There were just silent tears, more silent despair. Was there any way out of here? Could they leave after the tests were done?
"Now, I know this all seems sudden but we need to do some preliminary tests to make sure that none of you have contracted any significant illnesses or issues as a result of your journey here. We will be pairing each one of you up with one staff member who will be both your trainer and a researcher who can help you better understand your power, and how to use it safely. To begin with there will be some blood tests and then various exercises specific to your powers... nothing too trying at the moment. These are your room numbers. We understand that earlier you may have been... in too stressed a state to have taken note of them. Please remember them for future reference. Now, are there any questions before we pair you up with your coaches?"
Preliminary tests? Illnesses? Exercises? So it was a physical and well being examination... Her name was up there, and her face, and a number. 7. So that was her room number? Room 7... Mayuri had always liked the number 7. That was when she met Yu, her best friend. What was Yui doing right now? Worrying? She had to be... But, what had these people said to her, her class, her family? Did they lie about everything? Were they lying about this? Everything was too unreal... This Elisa had to be lying. There was no way. None at all that this was real. Were there camera's everywhere? Microphones?
This was too much... And Mayuri couldn't take it. There was too much information, too many questions, too much left unanswered. So she just stared ahead, not really thinking. Help... Would someone help? No, there was no one who would help. No help would come, she would be here forever. Would she grow old here? Would she have to marry someone here? Her birthday was coming up... Would they throw her a party? What would her family do, her friends? Would they celebrate without her? No, there was no way. They had to be worried. There would be missing persons posters all over Japan! Police would be searching everywhere for her! Right?
Right..?
Was someone else speaking? It was a girl somewhere. Mayuri didn't care. All this information had sent her brain into overload, and she just wanted to fall asleep. Lay down in Myriam's lap and forget about all this... Wake up from the nightmare that presented itself and see her family. Cry to them about her dream, kiss them, eat breakfast, go to school, mess around with Yui and Sae and Ui... She glanced over to the person who was calling to the speaker. Were they brave or stupid? Did they know what consequences would come from disobeying? Impossible. No one did, right? These people could knock her out, drag her away and do the tests with her strapped to a table if they really wanted.
Or kill her.
Would they kill? It didn't matter. It was best not to think. Just not think about anything. Her head gave an involuntary nod, agreeing with whatever they were going to do... It was best if everyone just agreed with what they wanted, and fought back later. If they were going to develop their powers, then they should let it happen. And fight back when their powers were strong enough. That was for the best... The best for everyone.
But then again, maybe it was best if everyone just... Died. | Name: Mayuri Nakasone
Age: 16 (but she looks a lot younger)
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual - not that she's actually had a relationship.
Appearance: Mayuri stands at about 5'4", with blackish-purple hair and dark purple eyes. Rarely, you'll catch her without her red framed glasses adorning the bridge of her nose, but that occurrence is rare unless the girl is sleeping (you perv). Oh, you were wondering... Yes, she actually is 16. She just... Never grew up. Unlike her sister, who grew to be a rather tall mature looking girl, Mayuri never passed her Loli phase. A prepubescent face, a prepubescent body, just about A-cup breasts... Not to mention quite a high voice and a tendency to turn a bright shade of tomato at the slightest thing.
The only thing that could be called remarkable on a girl like Mayuri is her mark. It developed some time when she was around 8, and she's been covering it up as best she can since then. In fact, the only people who have ever actually seen it are her family and closest friends, as she refuses to do P.E. The mark (as seen on her chest in the image above) is the epicentre of her of seemingly random ability. But, why the hell are you looking down her top?! You fucking pervert paedo!
History: History? She looks like she's 10! But, fine. At home, the relationship between her family is as good as you could want. The parents never fight, the sisters are mostly good friends, money is more or less plentiful. School, less so. Sure, Mayuri has many close friends, but that's about it. She stays away from the boys, avoids conversation with others, and is usually made fun of because of her... Lolita body (people are dicks, I know). Her grades are pretty damn good, averaging around a B, and her English is almost impeccable. Its gotten to the point where she only speaks to people in English, besides her family and close friends of course. Its surprising how much English she speaks, considering her native language is Japanese (yes, that's so I don't have to use Google Translate. Leave me alone).
Mayuri was kidnapped in... A rather unconventional way. Being a rather naive character, she tends to fall for things quite easily. But, because of her ability, she usually needs not to worry about the consequence. Somehow, these guys knew. Syringes wouldn't work, and neither would blunt force. So how do you trick a young, gullible girl into doing something that would result in her capture? Well, you get a cat to lead her into an ally, and you have one of your agents give her a bar of chocolate. Works every time ^~^
Power: Spacial Disruption is a rather random, almost impossible to detect ability focused simply on defence at its current level. Spacial Disruption (or codename Praesidium Shield) is a space-time reflective ability stemming from the symbol on Mayuri's body. It doesn't usually take a form, at least not currently, and seems to have an almost random occurrence. The girl has no control over it yet, but nevertheless it is present. If she were to fall and cut herself, the shield would generate. If she were to punched, the shield would reflect it. It could almost be called an unintentional invulnerability to physical harm, but only those passing at a certain speed. If she were shot with live ammo at her current level, she would likely die. |
51,863 | 1,401 | 72 | 2,065 | 3,584 | :-:Location:-: The Audotorium
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Allia smiled when he said that she seemed nice and when Arthur reassured them that he was likely to be alright. However, she had no words. The loud noise that was now booming caused her to look up in surprise. The lady over the intercom spoke gently and made it seem like she hadn't kidnapped anyone. "Yeah." she said, nodding her head when he mentioned that they should leave. Before leaving, Allia grabbed another pack of gummies and stuffed them inside of her pocket. She nodded when they talked about leaving and trailed behind them quietly.
Once in the cafeteria, others were already there. She sat on the edge next to Arthur and looked down at her fingers. Before long, a woman began to speak and Allia looked up. She was way too chipper for someone that had just kidnapped a bunch of kids.
It was obvious that they had no bad intentions. Which meant they either worked for the government or something or they were psycho's. No one just kidnapped kids and didn't understand that it was illegal. I mean, what about their parents? They would be worried sick. Her parents on the other hand were going to do either two things. They could make it a pity situation and get in a bunch of money. But if someone was running for the mayor of their town or something, that wouldn't work out. Too much pity and others would think that they can't watch their own kid so how can they expect them to watch the town?
Another option was... acting like she never got kidnapped in the first place. A much more them approach to things. They could make up something like her dying from cancer or perhaps going on a trip. She couldn't help but chuckle a bit at the thought. It was sickening but it was so feasible for them that it was almost certain that they would do so. The sickness would get them even more money too. The smile dispersed and she looked back up.
So all the kids here have abilities. Dangerous? Her powers had caused her to bleed at times but that was about it. Did the other kids have worse side effects than hers? Either way, they were pissed. Every kid here was either pissed or scared it seemed.
Allia rested her hands inside of the palm of her hands and closed her eyes. She could fall asleep in a situation like this. It was really possible for her to just go to sleep right now. Scared? She was starting to get a tiny bit scared but not anything visible. People might think that she was tense or frightened because of her personality but they would be wrong. She was bored. She was hungry.
She looked over at the girl that was angry at one of the speakers and nearly laughed. They obviously had more power in this situation. If they wanted her to, did she really think that she could tell them what to do? Allia sighed and shook her head. For now, she'll act like the one girl that wasn't scared. Later she might end up breaking but she'd have to worry about that then.
Arthur and Uriel. They probably weren't happy and Uriel was probably just biting his lip, wanting to protest. She looked down at her fingers and sighed. She didn't want to listen to anything anymore. She really didn't. Allia began to whisper in such a gentle and quiet voice that surely no one heard her. Well, hopefully. If anyone had super hearing or something then I guess they could.
"Agapanthus, Amaryllis, Begonia, Daffodil, Dianthus..." | Allia stands at 5'6" which is a height that she has always loved. Not too tall and not too short but short enough to sneak out of places when she felt like she needn't be there. Allia always has her soft white hair which curls up towards the ends brushed in front of her face. The only facial features that you would be able to see are her rosy pink lips that are small but appear large when she smiles. Underneath that glomp of hair is a cute girl with peculiar eyes that are a mix between purple and blue. Her body, which is quite well toned has a few scars but the most noticeable would be the one on her left arm that looks suicidal but it wasn't on purpose. The one near her right eye has practically fully healed and faded away.
17, December 2nd
Female
Pansexual
Allia, since she was young, was a weakling when it came to socialization. She was bullied throughout elementary and 2 years of middle school. In middle school, a lot of the kids would make fun of her just for the sake of it. She was timid, quiet, a pushover, and awkward. Allia was never good with eye contact. It made her so nervous that she started to feel extremely sick in the stomach. Her school was mainly full of rich kids that had no idea that the world wasn’t just their playground.
Allia was the daughter of a rich couple that managed one of the largest international trading company that they had owned along with her father's family fortune. Her parents weren’t too sweet. They honestly didn’t care as long as she didn’t taint their name and made sure to stay out of their way. She tried to please them but it was a pretty hard job when they wouldn’t even pay attention to her most of the time. Allia felt unnoticed all of the time but over the years, she just got used to it. Grades were important to them. A smart child was a good thing to have so bad grades were not allowed and B's would result in punishment which was usually getting hit and not having any food for 2 days.
Her middle school was a pretty large private school that cost much more than your average private school to get into. The only friend that she had was one of the popular girls that ended up trapping her inside of the storage room for 5 hours straight, thus her fear of dark and small rooms. As well as females in general. Now, her fear for girls has gone down but it still took a toll on her when the girls would gang up on her.
Moving to her new middle school and now high school was good for her. It still had kids that were mean but over the years, she started to hide her eyes away from sight. No one would talk to her too much since she was that creepy girl with the bangs that hid practically all of her face besides her eyes. Then, she could actually have somewhat proper conversations with people without getting shy. In fact, it allowed her to be completely different.
The day that she was kidnapped was a boring one. She was studying for the most part and decided to go outside. They hit her with her weakness. Sweets. Luring her in by promising her a delicious souffle. Allia honestly didn't care so she followed the person that told her there was a nearby shop, only to meet two men that dragged her into a van.
Her power is an extremely simple. Invisibility and the power to become translucent all in all. Since she has just noticed it, it has an unfortunate side effect. If she is nervous at the time, she will become a slight shade of pink before being able to be seen once again. Allia realized that she had this power when she was speaking to someone outside and the wind blew her hair up, causing them to meet her eye. She began to become translucent and nearly invisible, then pink. Allia soon ran away, unsure of what had just happened.
:-:Weaknesses:-: She will start bleeding if she does it too much
-Notes-- She was born with congenital analgesia otherwise known as the condition when one cannot feel pain. |
51,864 | 1,401 | 73 | 1,000 | 1,301 | Nikolai Arkaden
Auditorium
Nikolai watched as some people walked in, he flexed his chest and shoulders in preparation of a fight. One of the men who walked in looked strong, not physically but like he would be the man to enforce any discipline. The woman who spoke was good looking, Nikolai thought about flirting but remembered she was probably the reason he was here. Nikolai watched as the other man moved to the back and left some earpieces on a desk. Nikolai was told by the stern looking man that these were translators. He stood and grabbed one before walking back to his seat. He pushed it into his ear and began hearing the woman's words translated in Russian by the other man. The woman mentioned tests, that they were here for their own good, that they would try to make them comfortable. She said all of their abilities were dangerous, Nikolai heavily disagreed. He just jumped from place to place.
"This is why you were kidnapped," Nikolai heard in his ear. He balled his hands into fists and sat up straight, he was livid. They talked about putting a trainer with each teenager, then exercising their powers. Nikolai knew he had no control over his power, he couldnt exercise it at will. Irina spoke up and told the woman exactly what this was. Nikolai smiled, she had fire. He also was glad someone mentioned it. He stood and walked down to the front of the room, standing not far from the man and woman.
"В прошлом месяце Это бред!" Nikolai shouted backing the girl.
(Yeah! This is bullshit!)
"You have no rights to keep us here!" Nikolai shouted, "I am not sure where even is here! I'm Russian! You are not Russian government! You want test me? I'll show you where I stick your tests!" | Name: Lucie Valentine
Nickname: Luce
Age: 16
Birthday: November 6th, 1999
Gender: Female
Sexual orientation: Heterosexual
Height: 5’8”
Weight: 120 lbs
Special characteristics: None.
Appearance: While Lucie might not come across as the most approachable of people at first glance what with her perpetually bored expression and closed off posture, she certainly does present an eye catching picture.
Styled in an asymmetrical bob and dyed a vibrant, flame red; her hair strikes a vivid contrast with her pale skin and dark clothing. Her long, wispy lashes are darkened with mascara and her large eyes are usually accentuated with black eyeliner in an attempt to make the otherwise unremarkable grey of her irises stand out. Silver studs and small hoops follow the curve of her delicate ears, five in her left and three in her right. All this makes her look a fair bit older than she actually is.
The girl exudes the illusion of effortless grace; her long legs and willowy frame further lending credence to this. However, this illusion of elegance only holds for about as long as she remains still. Having gone through an unexpected growth spurt, she’s suddenly unsure and entirely awkward about her body as the next teenage girl.
Personality: Raised by her aunt after the tragic death of her parents, Lucie has grown up to be cynical and more than a little bit spoiled. For someone so young, she’s got quite a bit of vitriol towards the world. It's honestly a wonder she hasn’t toppled over from the massive chip on her slender shoulders. She isn’t above weaponizing the tragedy of her past to evoke guilt in her pushover of a guardian and get her way in the end; which should be a clear enough picture as to how she goes through life. And when the going gets tough, she uses her past as a shield behind which to hide from the problem.
Lucie is alarmingly unmotivated, even for a teenager. Rather than a case of laziness, she simply shows no concern for her future, content to let life just pass her by. Much to her aunt’s dismay, no amount of coaxing or strictness would snap her out of it.
However, for all her facade of disinterest and boredom, Lucie is quite aware of her surroundings and her peers. She pays attention to the goings on of those around her, often surprising them when she speaks up. Of course, as she has a tendency for sarcasm - and due to her acerbic tongue - most of these comments aren’t exactly well received. She’s also prideful enough that sometimes, she fails to see past her albeit very pretty nose - and god forbid she ever admits to being wrong. Lucie is extremely opinionated on certain subjects and doesn’t hesitate to let them be known. She’s quick to take offense and slow to forgive, leaving her with a scant few friends.
Lucie’s English carries a French accent to her words, being a native Parisian and all.
Likes:
Lucie is borderline obsessed with fantasy novels - The Forgotten Realms, Harry Potter, and Dragon Age being a few of her favorites. She can talk about it for hours on end if she isn’t stopped.
Drawing, though she prefers to hide behind the anonymity of the internet while showing off her work.
Obsessive drinker of fine teas.
Sylvester, her lovebird. He's magnificent and superior to all other animals, in her opinion.
Dislikes:
Food in general, fish being particularly offensive. As an extremely picky eater with an abysmal appetite to go with it, Lucie would avoid food if it was at all possible.
Schoolwork; Lucie hates school and puts in only as much effort as to ensure she doesn't flunk out of her classes.
Lucie doesn't like flowers since they remind her of funerals and her time spent in a hospital, when she got tons of those as condolences and well wishes.
Skills:
Proficient in digital art and decent enough in traditional ink sketches, Lucie earns a fair bit of pocket change through her commissions and has a decent sized follower base.
Knows how to swear in French, Tevene, Qunlat, Nilfgaardian and ancient Elvhen.
Knack for perfectly mimicking accents once she hears enough of it.
Making people feel uncomfortable by being tactless on purpose, and with her scathing remarks.
Fears:
As a child, Lucie had an incident involving an upturned canoe and nearly drowned as a result. The experience has left her deathly afraid of water in large quantities.
Hospitals have always been a source of fear and trepidation for her, bringing to mind at least a dozen horrible scenarios of what could go wrong. Her time admitted to one after the car crash served to make it even worse, if that was possible.
Snakes. Squirmy, scaly, slithery beasts that are the embodiment of horror in Lucie's eyes. This might have to do with the fact that she watched a - highly unrealistic, but still terrifying in her mind - movie marathon about killer snakes.
An inexplicable (and rather embarrassing) fear of hers is the paranormal. Lucie has never been strong in the face of horror movies and novels, but anything about the paranormal leaves her torn between hiding under her blankets and keeping a vigilant watch on every little shadow and rustle.
History: Born to Allison and Laurent Valentine, Lucie was a surprise, but not an unwelcome one. The family had their ups and downs but she had a normal and happy childhood. Well, as normal a childhood as one could have with a semi-famous model for a father and a makeup artist in early retirement as a mother. Still, they loved their daughter and doted on her at every point. She was their perfect little angel, after all.
Of course, life rarely gives us perfect happiness.
The little girl who was taught to be dependent on her parents for every little thing suddenly found herself quite alone and entirely devastated when they died in a car crash some time after her seventh birthday.
Lucie's aunt took over guardianship and attempted to care for her traumatized and injured charge the best she could. She walked on eggshells around the girl and couldn't find it in her heart to ever be strict with the poor little thing despite the doctor's recommendations. As a result, Lucie grew up to be tremendously spoiled.
Superpower: Selective Intangibility.
Theoretically, Lucie possesses the ability to render herself intangible, allowing her to pass through matter and energy completely unharmed while at the same time being tangible to interact with what she wishes to. At the heart of it, this power stems from spatial manipulation, manipulating the planes of existence on a relatively small level as the ability can only extend to herself and inanimate objects she is in contact with. It also allows her the capability to disrupt organic matter and electronics by passing through them. An added benefit is that she can camouflage herself to perfectly blend in with her environment.
Weaknesses: Selective intangibility is exactly what is sounds like, rendering her abilities rather limited as to what she can do. Her intangibility can only extend to relatively small objects, and she needs to be in contact with them for it to work. Becoming completely tangible while inside a solid object would injure her, and might even kill her, depending on the molecular structure of said object. While her passing through them would completely damage or disrupt electronics, the most it can do to an organic is to knock them out for a while. Her camouflage ability takes a lot of concentration and is only perfect for as long as she remains still. Once she starts moving, its difficult to constantly keep adjusting her camouflage and she isn't impossible to spot by the slight distortions. |
51,865 | 1,401 | 74 | 994 | 197 | Amara 'Mara' Nguyen
Location: Auditorium
She never lifted her head, keeping her face hidden behind the vale of hair, as more teens filled the room. There were no more tears stinging her eyes just the dull ache that came as they drilled a hole into the floor between her feet. Shame still tinged her cheeks as she waited with fists balled up in her lap. Briefly she worried about leaving Mayrui and Myriam behind but she didn't want the two younger girls to see her. She couldn't face them after acting like a coward.
A lump lodged in her throat as two adults entered the room. Mara heard them first, the sharp clicking of their shoes as they casually made their way to the front. A woman was speaking. Her voice lilted with each word. The words rolled effortlessly as she addressed the room. A man took his place beside her; his face stoic. Mara lifted her head slightly, they didn't look like kidnappers. They were sharply pressed, academic and obscenely attractive in the light of things.
She listen with dulled ears as the woman droned on about how this was in their best interest. That the kidnapping was for their health and well being. Her stomach churned as the ladies syrupy voice chirped brightly in the background. 'For my safety?!' the voice in her head spat. How was this for her safety? In all eighteen years of her life when did Mara'a freedom threaten anyone?
She shifted uncomfortably in her chair. Sometime during the woman's speech her head had snapped upwards. Steely eyes fixed and glaring as they watched her mouth move endlessly. The tide of anger had turned once more. This never ending Rollercoaster of emotions was sure to burn her out fast but as her body slipped between indignation and shock she wasn't exactly in the right state to control them.
Her body quivered in anger. Mara could feel a sharp pain in her palms as her nails bit into the soft flesh but she didn't care. The pain was the only thing keeping her from screaming as the screen behind the pair lit up. There she was. Her face shining bright and clean. Mara could see the faint pink that stained her cheeks and nose. A smile toyed on her lips and generally she seemed to ooze subtle joy. The photo must of been taken during the winter. It was her favorite season after all. Just how long had they been following her?
'Six.'
She made a mental note of her room that she had missed earlier. Mayrui's room was nearby which explained how she ended up in the wrong one before.
Coaches?
What are they going to do here? What was the point? To help them learn their abilities better? Then what? Release them back into their old lives?
Mara didn't buy it.
Luckily it seemed like a few others didn't either. A woman with a thick accent spoke first. The heat that laced her words matched the outrage Mara felt. Next was a boy, Mara recognized his voice from the hall as a string of strange words poured out of his mouth. She smirked though, understanding his body language as he moved to the front of the room.
Maybe she was caught up in the moment, maybe it was the seething anger that coursed through her veins but Mara found herself quietly standing up in the back row.
"And what of our families?," her voice was almost hushed, unsure in her own thoughts and emotions, "What about our lives?!" there was more strength now as anger laced her words and dripped off her tongue.
Mara slammed her fist into the nearby wall in frustration.
"You can coat your bullshit in sweet words all you wish but don't dare act like this is for our sake. You kidnapped us," her voice wavered as emotion overtook her. Mara shook as she held up her arms so the duo could see the bruising that painted across her skin, "And what about when you're done, huh? What happens after all the tests are run and we pass or fail or whatever? Are you just going to dump us back into the world? Cause I'm not buying it. So cut your shit and be straight with us. We're never getting out of here are we?" her voice cracked on the last word. She could feel the tears slip down her face. The wet spots that soaked into her dress but she didn't care. They were going to see her. All of her. | Sometimes it's hard to just keep going
But faith is moving without knowing
Amara 'Mara' Nguyen
Can I trust what I can't see?
To reach my destiny
I want to take control but I know better
Name
Amara Nguyen
Age
Eighteen
Birthday
January 1
Gender
Female
Sexuality
Bi-sexual
Room number
Six
Coach
Felix Larsen
Appearance
Amara stands at a mere five foot two, her body slim and willowy. While her heritage is mixed she tends to favor her father who hails from South Korea. Her features are soft and delicate like that of a birds; in fact the only thing that truly stands out on the young lady was the shocking white of her locks. A rare recessive gene that passed from her mother's side. Her flesh is almost as pallid as her hair but that was more of a personal choice. She didn't care for the contrast between her lighter tresses and dark skin. Amara's style was simple; a wash of monochrome dresses and general light fabrics. The only featuring colors was the soft pink of her lips and the dark blue of her eyes. Despite her rather reclusive nature Amara tended to draw attention and over time had developed an easy-going demeanor around strangers.
History
Her life was simple, really. She got up for school every morning around five am and would relax listening to music until the rest of the house would stir awake. She was always an early riser which tended to be helpful when you're the oldest out of four. She'd rouse her younger siblings; helping them dust off the remaining traces of sleep and begin her day. Her mother, Korabell, was a neurosurgeon and often out and working late while her father had actually passed several years back in a fatal car accident. Before then he was a librarian. The stark difference between her parents was probably why they got along so well. Her mother was high stress and always on the go while her father was soft, calm and took his time. They balanced each other out. Amara always admired their dedication to one other and secretly hoped to find someone who'd compliment her nature like they had.
She generally took after her father in more than just looks. She was soft spoken and quiet where her younger siblings tended to be rowdy and rough. In fact her nonchalant attitude had earned her a reputation in high school. Somehow bringing her to cool status within a mere week of transferring there. She didn't completely mind though. In fact it was how she had made her best friend; Nova. Nova was Amara's closet companion. She was loud and outgoing- a little brash at times but that's what she loved about her the most. The girl was never afraid to say exactly what she thought. The two were practically inseparable. In fact she was the only one who had known about Amara's odd quirks.
Her kidnapping was, well it was a kidnapping! Greedy hands that grabbed and pulled and bound her. Shoving her head in a black bag as she was roughly shoved to the floor. She'll never forget that moment. As her heart lodged firmly in her throat.
Power
Time disruption:
It started out with small gaps; she'd lose her footing and it was as if everything slowed for a tiny second. Just enough time for her to recognize that she was falling but never enough for her to correct herself. The longest time was during her father's accident. She had actually been in the passenger side when an oncoming car suddenly lurched into their lane. Everything felt frozen as she watched horrified as her father slowly braced for impact. Out of instinct she had curled herself up and in result managed to avoid the dashboard crushing both her legs. Her father; wasn't so lucky. Amara had never had it last as long since. In fact usually by time she realized it was happening it was already over. |
51,866 | 1,401 | 75 | 2,502 | 1,203 | Stasya Volkov
TRIGGER WARNING IN REGARDS TO THE END OF THIS POST!
Just to cover my bases. Also, permission to use the scientists and guards granted by
Location: Auditorium -> Side room
Stasya was nervous as she quietly accepted the earpiece that was handed to her. Down on the stage, some people in lab coats had entered from a side door. She didn't know who they were, they didn't look like anybody from the hospital. One of them, what looked like a woman, stepped forward, and the translator began speaking in Stasya's ear.
The more he talked, however, the more confused that Stasya became, and the more frightened. Nothing they were saying was making any sense. Powers? Hearing people's thoughts? None of that could be real. Then again, when the doctors had first looked at her, they had been at a complete loss to explain how the scales had appeared on her body, how her breasts had somehow managed to shrink down to practically nothing, or how her... more intimate parts had almost completely sealed themselves up. So perhaps it wasn't so crazy.
When he began talking about how they wouldn't be allowed to leave, however, a yawning pit of fear and panic opened up in her stomach, and she stood up, eyes wide. We... can't leave? But... I have to go back! I promised I would stay! The sickening feeling grew when they admitted that they had kidnapped all of them. They... no no no! He's going to think I ran away! I have to go back! As the scientists finished speaking, and the others began to voice their protests, Stasya practically jumped over Lyra and rushed up to the front of the auditorium. When she reached the podium, too consumed in her own fear to care about the view she was giving the other teens, she looked at the translator desperately. "Пожалуйста, я должен вернуться домой. Я не могу остаться здесь. (Please, I have to go back home. I can't stay here.)"
The scientists looked to one another, and the one called Christopher stepped forward. "Г-жа Волкова, да? Я понимаю, что это должно казаться очень запутанным и страшно, и я понимаю ваши проблемы, я действительно делаю. Но вы должны понять, пока мы не знаем, в полной мере ваших способностей и можете быть уверены, что у вас есть полный контроль над ними, вы потенциальная опасность для окружающих. Ваша семья, широкая публика, это просто слишком опасно, чтобы позволить вам оставить в это время. (Ms. Volkov, yes? I understand that this must seem very confusing and scary, and I understand your concerns, I really do. But you have to understand, until we know the full extent of your abilities and can be sure that you have complete control over them, you are a potential danger to those around you. Your family, the general public, it's simply too dangerous to let you leave at this time.)"
Stasya's eyes flicked between the scientists, the one called Elisa looking at her impassively. "Пожалуйста, вы должны позволить мне вернуться, я обещал, что я бы не оставил! (Please, you have to let me go back, I promised I wouldn't leave!)"
Christopher shook his head. "Я понимаю, мисс Волков, но, как я только что объяснил ~ (I understand, Ms. Volkov, but as I just explained~)"
"Нет! Вы не понимаете, что я должен вернуться! Я обещал! (No! You don't understand, I HAVE to go back! I promised!)" An increasing note of desperation began creeping into Stasya's voice, her nails digging into her palms, fists shaking.
Holding up his hands, the translator took a step forward. "Г-жа Волков, пожалуйста, успокойся ~ (Ms. Volkov, please calm down~)"
"Я обещал, что не оставит! Вы должны взять меня обратно, я не могу оставить ее! Я обещал заботиться о ней! (I promised I wouldn't leave! You have to take me back, I can't leave her! I promised to look after her!)" An itching, burning sensation began creeping across her skin and scales, and tears threatened to spill over from her eyes. They didn't understand, she had to get back home. She promised her she wouldn't leave her!
"Г-жа Волков ~ (Ms. Volkov~)"
Something broke inside Stasya, and she lunged at the scientist. "Вы должны взять меня обратно! (You have to take me back!)" she screamed.
The girl barely made it two steps before thick, muscular arms wrapped around her from behind, pining her arms to her sides and lifting her into the air. Screaming and crying, she struggled to free herself as a second guard entered through the side door, the Elisa woman barking orders of some kind. "Нет! Отпусти меня! Я должен вернуться! (No! Let me go! I have to go back!)" she wailed as the second guard grabbed at her kicking legs, and the pair carried the struggling Russian shapeshifter out of the auditorium.
In the hallway through the side door, the guards struggled to keep hold of the screaming girl. Both were well-trained and well built, but the Russian wasn't pulling her punches, and her legs were proving to be unusually strong. Neither knew what she was saying exactly, not knowing any Russian themselves, but they could make a pretty good guess. "Come on, quit struggling and calm down!" the one holding her body grunted, craning his head back to avoid getting struck in the chin by her thrashing head.
The second guard, trying and barely succeeding at holding the girl's legs, grunted as she kicked him square in the chest. "Forget it, she can't understand you. In here." Trapping both her ankles under one arm, he turned to open the door to a room, promptly smashing his head into it when one of her legs slipped free and rammed into his back.
Bracing himself, the first guard grimaced. "I know, but come on! I don't know what she's getting so work up ov-gah!" he yelped as the girl jerked her head down, sinking her teeth into his forearm and clamping down. "Little bitch! She bit me!"
The second guard kicked the door open. "Come on, get her on the table. Hold her down, I need to find a vein." Managing to wrestle the struggling girl onto the table, he climbed up and straddled her legs, pinning them with his full body weight as he pushed up the loose hospital gown and pulled her thighs apart.
Instantly, the girl began screaming into the arm she was biting and thrashing her head from side-to-side, somehow managing to struggle even more fiercely than before. "Hurry up, man! This fucking hurts!" the guard grimaced, tightening his grip around her arms and chest.
Pulling a small cylinder from his belt, reminiscent of an Epi-pen, the second guard bared his teeth in frustration. Scales covered just about the entirety of her thighs, and he wasn't sure the injector would be able to pierce them. Shifting his weight, he grabbed her forearm and pinned it to the table, running a finger along the skin. "Got one!" He pressed the injector into the base of her forearm, just before the elbow, and it made a sharp hiss, mixing with girl's scream, her eyes wide and panicked.
Gradually, her struggles began to lessen, and her eyes drifted closed, until she was completely relaxed. Slipping off the table, the second guard wiped his brow. "Damn." He glanced at his buddy, who had managed to extricate his arm from between her teeth. In her thrashing, she had torn an ugly wound in the skin, nearly pulling out a chunk of his flesh. "Vicious little bitch, isn't she. She's the shapeshifter they was talking about right?" He gestured to the open wound. "You're probably gonna wanna get that checked out. No telling what she's got in her mouth."
The first guard glanced at the unconscious girl's scales, then back at his buddy. "No shit." | Name: Stasya Volkov
Age: 16, December 21st, 1998
Gender: female (for now)
Sexuality: unknown
Appearance: Due to the potential extent of the subject’s powers, she may not possess a singular appearance. Currently, however,the subject possesses a “base form” of sorts. This form has the appearance of a fifteen year old girl, with pale-coloured skin, dark hair, and bright blue eyes. She stands at approximately 5’1”. Be advised, the subject has been seen to subconsciously adjust minor details of her appearance based on her emotional state.
Personality: Extended psychological evaluations have revealed that the subject is very compliant and meek, likely due to her past trauma. She is also easily agitated, particularly by close proximity to older males (see subject history for details). This makes her very dangerous, as her powers tend to reflexively activate when she is in distress. She has been seen to have frequent nightmares, though close proximity to a trusted individual appears to alleviate this.
History: Investigation of the subject’s previous life indicates that she came from a low income family. Born in Saratov, Russia, her father worked as a security guard, while her mother stayed at home with her and her little sister. Her father was also an abusive alcoholic. Starting at the age of 15, the subject was repeatedly raped by her drunken father over the course of a year, which appears to have been what triggered her powers; approximately two months after the subject’s 16th birthday she was found covered in what appeared to be scales, with no visible sexual characteristics. Subject was placed in the hospital upon discovery, and obtained shortly thereafter.
Power:
Adaptive Shape-shifting: Subject has demonstrated the ability to subconsciously make medium-scale alterations to her body in response to her emotional state and environment, such as minor alterations to her height, weight and density, epidermal alterations such has scales, fur growth and defensive weapons such as fangs, claws and spines (note: these are not particularly large or sharp). Observation has also revealed conscious minor-scale alterations such as hair colour, skin colour and eye colour. |
51,867 | 1,401 | 76 | 1,182 | 1,252 | Myriam Cassedy
Location: Auditorium
Interactions: Mayuri (nonverbal) ()
Myriam sat in her seat, not moving as the scientists moved in and began to speak. One in Enlgish and one in Russian. She had trouble taking it all in, the words seemed so far away and the whole situation seemed like it was happening to someone else but her. She didn't feel like this was her body, this was her sitting here and getting told she had been kidnapped for tests because she has some powers others do not seem to have. She shook her head at herself. No, she didn't have powers. All her life she was just average. Nothing has ever happened to her that showed she was any special.
Her head turned to look at the others in the room. She saw a girl obviously being as upset as her new friend Mayuri seemed. A boy seemed angry. Mostly everyone was having confused expressions just like her - or angry ones. She was sure to see dried tears on a couple other faces, but she wouldn't bet on it. Maybe she was just hoping that she wasn't the only one who had a break down.
During the presentation it was quiet, no one talked, no one screamed at the people and no one seemed to want to just get up and leave. But once they asked for their questions, hell broke loose. A girl started to talk to them in a not too polite manner - but who would be polite to their kidnappers right now eh? - , a boy added his words to it and showed his dislike in the situation and their presentation. Myriam could bascially feel how Mayuri's hope broke into pieces just like her own did. The girl next to her had started to cry silent tears and she didn't look good at all. Myriam wrapped her arm around Mayuri and pulled the crying girl into her for her to rest her head on her shoulder or wherever. She didn't think that she would pull away and right now she didn't care about invading privacy. Their privacy was already invaded and she wanted to give Mayuri some comfort. Especially as the sweet wind voice of the girl had helped her out of her misery in the indoor pool later.
Her arm held the girl and she hoped they'd not get seperated. But honestly, whatever these guys wanted, it would happen. Even if all of those kids would work together to get free, she was sure they had it all thought out and had a military kind of army somewhere lingering and waiting to shoot them all. Or some gas that would knock them all out. Anything. She didn't feel hopeful at all anymore, she just wished for it all to be over. She wished to lie down and forget what all this is and what it might be like in the future. Her heart stung painfully.
A girl had started talking in Russian, she didn't really care though. That was until said girl jumped up and towards the scientists. Myriam's attention was on her, sharp and ready to act, though she didn't know what she would do if anything happened. The girl started screaming and begging as it seemed until two guards came in and dragged her away. Myriam's heart was racing in fear.
What are they gonnna do with her? Are we all gonna be taken away one by one to get drugged or some shit? Are they gonna experiment on us who is gonna come back the strongest and most violent? Are they gonna make us duell each other for their sience?
She had seen a couple of movies that worked like this. People dragging others to rooms one by one and changing them, making them do things, making them do cruel cruel things to break them. They got them to listen to their orders one way or another, told them what to do and what their goal was until they believed in it. Then they would set them free in a kind of maze or even a lost city or whatever and make them fight each other to death.
Suddenly it all felt so cold. She was freezing and had trouble breathing. Panic rose in her at what those people would do to that girl and all the others in the name of science. Are they from the government? Are they allowed to do this? Is someone gonna come and safe us? If they were from the government, no one would come to save them. If they were criminals, maybe someone would look for them but... the chance was so small, Myriam told herself not to keep up the hope. Instead she told herself to gather as much information as she could.
What do I know so far? Most people speak English or Russian. So either we are still in the States, or in another English speaking country, or in Russia. The facility is partly locked and I can't tell how big it actually is. There are no windows, I don't know what floor we would be on or if it's actual day or night. Here are sceintist and probably test rooms all around. Guards. We all have a power if we believe those people. Would be intersting to know if those who are testing us have abilities too or if they do not. Probably not though. Mostly people with shared stories do not run tests on their "own kind". Though, you never know.
She quickly gave up. She knew nothing. She could only hope for the mercy of those people and if you'd ask her, they didn't seem to know it at all. Crazy scientists. Myriam pulled Mayuri closer to her. She would at least try to protect her as much as possible. Why she wanted that? Why she made that decision? She didn't know. Something just made her feel better and more powerful over the determination that built with the decision. They deserve to get out of here. Maybe I can at least help Mayuri escape. All of us will never be let go. | Myriam Riley Cassedy
Appearance
Myriam stands at 1, 53m / almost perfectly 5 feet and is therefor considered petite. She weights 55kg / ca. 121 lbs and has a sporty figure. She doesn't really have a lot of strength and does't show a lof of muscles, though her stomach is nicely toned. Her skin is not exactly pale, but stays a light white tone. She is rather to get sunburnt than catch a tan in summer.
Her hair is naturally blonde, but gets often mistaken for dyed due to her darker roots that make her seem to have naturally brown hair. Myriam's eyes are blue-green and though mostly being described as blue or green, the light can make them look beige-ish too at times.
Her breasts are a decent B cup and rather perky.
Age
18 years
Born on February 24, 1997
Gender
Female
Sexuality
Bisexual with a preference for girls
Likes
Animals
Dancing (and cheerleading)
Doing sports (especially ones involving a ball of any kind)
Books
Chess
Bright colors
The USA flag and the UK flag
Nature and all four seasons
Creative people (she is not creative herself)
Pizza!
Children
Riding the bike
Magic (she will not hear that it is not real!)
Dislikes
Loud sudden noises
Violence
Mean words
Being touched out of nowhere
Being left out or behind
Phoning or voice messages
Fights
Trump
Politics
Needles
Boxing (she considers it too violent)
Power
Mind Control
Myriam's power is easily described as mind control, although it is a lot more complicated than "I say jump, you ask how high". Her ability in using the power is so small, it's barely there. Her power has only unleashed once in her lifetime so far.
At the moment the only time she will be able to use it, is when in great, deeply fear. If she then uses her words to beg someone for something, it will most likely happen. Though the state of someone else doing as she says will only hold on for a few seconds, it might be enough to give her a chance to flee the situation that put her in such horror.
A downside of the power is that she has to be careful what words she uses. At the momental state it's not a necessity since she doesn't know how to use her power anyway. But once unleashed, her power works freely and cannot be blocked out. Meaning if she is angry and yells "fuck yourself", exactly that will happen. She will have to choose her words very wisely once her power breaks through completely. If she would tell someone to "just go and have fun", they will not stop having fun until either death comes along and reprieves them or the effect of the mind control will end (length of mind control effect will change over the time).
The power only works when her words reach the other person's ears directly. It does not work over any kind of speaker, telephone or through a thin wall or door, ect. However, given that she cannot control the power anyway, that is her least problem at the moment.
Personality
Myriam is a very kind person and was very open and happy until the incident happened. However, now her personality has changed. The following is how she is now, after the traumatising experience.
Myriam likes to stay quiet and observe instead of getting into the conversation herself. She doesn't like to be touched out of nowhere, she has to be able to see when someone wants to give her a hug or touch her arm or take her hand in order to prepare for the feeling. The girl is very scared of loud, sudden noises and will shrink together when hearing any unprepared loud noise.
She loves animals and little kids, always wanted to be a mother herself but now not so sure about anything anymore. Any animal is holy to her and she will not harm them, but rather take it outside the house if possible. She is not afraid of any kind of animal and would gladly own a pair of every animal on the planet - yes even the dangerous and toxic onces. The best way to her heart is probably over an animal.
History
Myriam Riley Cassedy grew up as an only child. She had a healthy social life, was doing alright in school and had fun at playing baseball and voleyball. She was a cheerleader in High School and looking forward to her graduation and college years. And then something changed her life completely.
At a dark, rainy night her father sneaked into her room and what happened had put her into a state of incredible fear and horror that had set free her power for the first and last time in her life. She screamed for him to stop several times and when his actions completely froze, she allowed herself to look at him. Horror was on his face as he couldn't move anymore. The girl pushed him off her, running for her dear life. She didn't understand what had happened and certainly did not know that she had forced him to do what she said.
Not wanting to talk about what had happened, she did not dare to go to one of her friends' houses. Especially since she was scared he'd show up there to collect her and bring her home. So she ran and ran until no more breath was in her, collapsed at a train station far away from home and fell asleep in a corner, too tired to make one single thought anymore.
The next time she woke up, she had no idea how much time had passed and if she slept a few hours or a few days - could have easily been both-, but she knew that she definitely did not fall asleep here. She found herself in the room.
Extra
She can handle a shotgun, but has never shot at anything living, only cans and glass bottles. |
51,868 | 1,401 | 77 | 1,142 | 1,144 | GM Post - The Auditorium
The commotion was over, for now. It seemed like those who were going to yell out or react violently had done their bit.
Only four this time? Not so bad this time.
Elisa turned back to face the remaining group, seeing the anger, terror and confusion across all their faces; mixed up into one pot of frightened children ready to lash out at anything at a moment's notice. This had always been the crucial point of the programme, getting the kids on board at the earliest stage possible to contain their abilities and stop them harming themselves and others by accident. She dropped her smile a little, wearing the slightly sterner look her companion had adopted (or rather, wore permanently). The removal of the screaming girl from earlier had made the atmosphere a bit cooler and it would rub people the wrong way to continue grinning.
"Let me answer your... queries in turn. First you, Irina." Of course, Elisa had memorised all their names, backgrounds and everything bit of information they had on each of them. "Kidnapping is an offence, you are correct. Isolating potentially dangerous persons is not. Under government rules we have taken you, with permission from your countries, to isolate you from others until we can understand your abilities properly. Think of it like this: if you had a disease or an illness that could kill you very easily, and could spread to those around you by merely being near them, would you resist being kept away from them or would you go willingly until you were better?" Her eyes hardened.
"Take you, for example. You know you can hear others' thoughts, yes? Earlier, before we turned on the nullifier, you were in pain, yes?" She was walking towards Irina, towering over the girl who was sitting down (it turns out Elisa was rather tall, even without the slight heels she was wearing), her voice low as she hammered the points home. "Now imagine this: what if you let that get out of control? Imagine if you accidentally let everyone around you hear that without even realising you were doing that? Do you think it might drive them mad? Imagine the secrets you would pour out unwillingly? And then think of yourself... powers grow as you get older, whether you use them or not. If you don't learn how to control your power, to use it when you wish to, you will drive yourself insane with the constant thoughts in your head." She looked around the room coolly.
"We brought you all hear to stop that happening to you all. We are treating you as if you were a bio-hazard. You are dangerous to people without even meaning to be. Above all, you are dangerous to yourself. Once you are better able to control your powers we can let you out, until then we have a duty of care to protect you and those around you. That includes your family and friends."
Here, Christopher glanced at Nikolai.
Now Elisa had stalked to another part of the room so that she was opposite Mara, staring the girl down.
"And you, Amara. Your family have been notified. I have been nothing but honest with you about how or why you were brought here. Everything was done in a way to minimise risk to people around you, not just yourself. After the preliminary tests you will be allowed to call your family, or vidchat with them, whichever you choose."
There was a pause, silence descending on the room. Then one hand was slowly raised.
Arthur Ragnarson
In the stunned silence that had descended on the room, Arthur looked around and saw the shock and horror on all the faces of his fellow inmates. He too felt the same but... however, why ever, felt strangely calm. Well, more like empty. He found his hand raised calmly, like he was in class. A twisted, horror show of a class.
"Yes, Arthur?" Elisa had called on him and suddenly he felt the attention on him. He had barely formed what he wanted to ask in his head and found himself, suddenly on the spot, at a loss at what to do. Slowly, Arthur stood, buying time while trying to remain calm and collected.
"You say we might be a danger to others. I say that if we develop our powers then, while we may be less of a danger by accident, we may be more dangerous by design. What is your purpose in this? This is no charitably funded organisation, there's private money here. So, where's the catch?" He stared at Elisa, unconcerned by the hard look on her eyes. There was a coldness behind them, like she was looking at a machine rather than a human being. Arthur supposed that was how one was like when they became a research of living organisms or else the stress would become too great.
The scientists paused, observing the young man, before replying. "We receive funding from governments to not only contain and develop those with powers but also pass on research developments to other projects. Things that were previously impossible become possible. For example, in your case, if you ability to heal rapidly can be developed properly then we might be able to develop methods to cure illnesses or increase the success rate of risky operations." She smiled. "A lot of people are interested in the application of such developments and will fund this research. Whether for greedy reasons or for philanthropic reasons, it does not matter to us. Our core mission is the same: protect you, develop you and in so doing protect those around you."
Arthur nodded, sitting down.
"In that case, I'm ready to see this coach of mine. I can't speak for everyone here but I'd rather have a shot at leaving her than being stuck here as an unwilling specimen. I'll take my shot at freedom, even if it means gambling on much worse." His meaning was clear:
I don't trust you, but I've got no choice.
GM Post - The Auditorium
With a nod from Elisa, Christopher spoke into into a microphone on his lapel and the doors to the auditorium opened. A stream of men and women entered. They were a weird group wearing anything from lab coats to jeans and a vest. Men and women, young to middle aged. They spread out to line up at the front of the room as if they were on show, or on parade.
"These will be your coaches. We have already matched you with whoever has had the most previous experience with abilities like yours. Like I said, you are not the first group we've had here and we're discovering new methods to enhance your abilities all the time. Your first session will be establishing a dialogue with your coach, having a DNA swab and maybe a blood test depending upon your power, and then discussing the next steps." She stepped back, gesturing for the coaches to begin taking their chosen 'student' away.
Arthur Ragnarson
"Arthur Ragnarson. Please follow me."
The one who had called his name was a younger woman, perhaps in her mid-twenties, wearing a business suit (trousers, blouse and jacket) but despite her severe choice of clothes she had a gentle look and gestured for him to follow him. Arthur smiled to his two very newly made friends, squeezing out of the row and following the coach out of the room.
"My name is Gisela. I was employed in a private clinic before I came here, which is why I took you on as my pupil." They exited out of the door at the right hand end of the corridor into another corridor lined with rooms with number plaques on them.
"So your experience is relevant to my 'power'? I have to be honest, I'm not convinced I have a power. I just happen to heal faster than other people but it's not anything miraculous." He followed her into a room that looked a lot like a counselling office. There was an armchair, a couch and a coffee table. A bookcase filled with books and files that looked to be mostly medical journals was against one wall while a sink and a few cupboards was against another. As with the rest of the facility there were no windows in the room, just the fake natural light-emitting glass frames.
"Something like that. We have a way of locating people with powers and it also tells us what their power is. It's one hundred percent accurate so there's no mistake. You have a power, even if you find that hard to believe now." A wry smile and then she gestured to the sofa. "Please, take a seat and then we will begin." | Arthur Ragnarson
Age: 17, born 11th October 1998
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual/Bi-Romantic
Appearance
Arthur is above average height, standing at 5' 11", is broad shouldered and has a strong build from years of playing a variety of sports. Ever since he stopped growing, in the last year or so, he has undergone physical training under the instruction of a tutor to enhance his potential as a sportsman and athlete. As such he is well toned and has a habit of beginning every morning early with a round of intense exercise.
He is naturally pale skinned but has a long-term tan from his frequent outdoors activities and has very pale hair, blond almost to the point of being white-haired. His eyes are a turquoise colour, bright and warm, with an intensity that could be unnerving if it were not for the relaxed air that surrounds their owner.
History
Arthur was born and bred in Southern England of the United Kingdom. His father was a successful accountant to the wealthy in London, often away for weeks or even months at a time while his mother had worked as a lawyer before Arthur came along. After that she retired but still received a sizeable income after inheriting controlling shares of a large stationary company built up by her grandfather.
Ever since Arthur can remember his mother has been mentally unstable and it supposedly only got worse after giving birth to him. Arthur's father never said a thing but it was clear he put a great deal of blame on his son and, although he provided an extraordinarily privileged upbringing, there was no love in the relationship. When the option for going to a boarding school arose Arthur was shipped off before he even knew what was happening and ever since has rarely returned home and even then only for a brief period of time.
As one might expect with such wealth in the family, Arthur had access to the most expensive tutors and trainers with a great deal of expectation thrust upon the only child in the family. His strong academic performance was matched with an array of athletic and other sporting awards and it was inevitable that he was given multiple scholarships to Eton, the most expensive and prestigious school in the country. Here he brushed shoulders with the offspring of former Prime Ministers and other leading politicians, the children of the richest and most powerful businessmen and women and even the occasional Royal (although not any heirs to the throne, of course).
Over the years he learned to enjoy his time away from home and his family and became very independent. A lot of his spare time was spent with various sports team (specifically the badminton, rugby and athletic clubs) and the rest was in the expansive libraries his affluent schools opened to their pupils.
It was during one of these spells in the quiet library that he was seized by the programme's operatives and secreted out to a waiting vehicle, the librarian conveniently called away to an emergency elsewhere.
Power: Accelerated healing.
It was during a rugby game that Arthur first had a clue to his power's existence. A high tackle wrenched his left shoulder out of its socket but his coach forced it back in as there was no sub to take his place and cancelling a game due to injury would forever be a blight upon the school's record. The next few scrums put additional pressure on the shoulder until his collar bone fractured just as the game ended.
Once at hospital it was found the injury had begun to mend already and he constantly exceeded his doctor's time frames for the recovery process to the point of it being abnormal. |
51,869 | 1,401 | 78 | 2,143 | 593 | Abel "Abe" Parker
Throughout the entire talk, Abel fought every single urge he had to stand up and scream his head off. He wanted to - he wanted to, so desperately. He had no control over this situation, and that infuriated him. He was at his wit's edge when the group of a dozen or so walked into the auditorium, taking a place at the bottom.
Coaches. Abel closed his eyes and breathed away the anger that continued to rise up in him. As the coaches were instructed to disperse, Abel wanted to take this chance to make a run for it. He was fast, so he could probably make it to the exit before they could catch him. He turned towards the doorway, but ran into another body. His eyes shot up and he saw the man that stood before him. He was at least four inches taller than him, with dark skin and defined muscles that bulged against his black sweatshirt.. He was huge, but he couldn't have been very fast. That meant Abel could possibly outrun him.
There goes my size advantage. He swallowed, looking the large man in the eyes, the latter returning an unwavering gaze as well. "Follow me." He said in a low baritone. He turned and walked away, and Abel reluctantly complied.
The tall man lead him through several corridors, moving far too fast for Abel to memorize the turns. He finally stopped at an open door a minute later, turning to Abel and motioning him to go through. The young man stepped to the doorframe, but didn't go in. The room was white and empty, save for a single chair at the opposite side.
He felt the guy step closer to him. He went for it. He turned, throwing all 180 pounds into his rotation, and slammed his elbow against the man's torso to shove him again the door.
He failed miserably.
Before his elbow could even touch, the man caught it with his left hand and pressed his right hand against Abel's back, shoving him towards the chair. "Stop it." He said calmly. Abel slapped the ground with his palm, letting out a furious grunt. "Please sit in the chair."
Abel stood, not sitting down. "You can't keep me here!"
"We can. We will." The man said. "I'm not your enemy." His voice was level and even, enough to slightly chip away at Abel's tension. "My name is Ezra. We're not here to hurt you. You can cooperate, and we can help each other out. The faster you do, the faster you get to see Emily, Erin, and your mother again." His use of their name sent another spike of frustration up Abel's spine.
Ezra stepped through the doorway, shutting the door behind him. He crossed his arm and looked at Abel. "Or, you can resist, and this can be the longest experience of your entire life."
Abel clenched his fists together and breathed a shaky breath.
"What'll it be?" Ezra asked in his low tone.
The younger of the two slowly released his fists and swallowed again. He focused on steadying his breathing to a normal pattern. Abel closed his eyes, hanging his head in the air. He sighed, then reluctantly sat. | Abel "Abe" Parker
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Appearance:
He stands at 6'2 and weighs about 180 pounds. He's muscular, but not jacked. He has long dark hair, but usually keeps his facial hair to a short trim (As seen in the image). He wears long sleeves most of the time but usually has them rolled to his mid-forearm.
History:
Abel is the son of a single mother and has two sisters that are identical twins. Being the oldest, and the only man in the house, he took on a lot of responsibilities. He grew up teaching his younger sisters, who were thankfully athletic like he was, how to play sports, which was the only thing they all had in common. Despite this, he was still a more reserved person. He often stayed in his room and played video games and studied computers.
Unlike most gamers and techies , he was also very into lifting weights, though he didn't want to get bulky and look like a disgusting bodybuilder. As soon as he was old enough he started working out until he could lift a decent amount for his size and age. Due to being in a house constantly filled with his sisters and his sister's friends, he often quickly found himself outnumbered and completely overwhelmed by feminine presence in his house.
In high school he played soccer and was actually really good at it. Despite this, he was never a popular kid. The only reason that most people knew him was because it was common knowledge that he could be called upon to fix most technological issues that people experienced throughout a regular day. His affinity to technology made it far from surprising that his ability was Technopathy.
Power: Technopathy
Abel can read and emit electronic wavelengths and take over most common electronics. At first however, he will only be able to read them and feel them, and won't be able to control how he interacts with them. Eventually, however, he will be able to posses technology and communicate with it, and his radius of control will expand. |
51,870 | 1,401 | 79 | 2,692 | 854 | Irina Ivanov
Auditorium to Testing Room
After the question phase of the presentation had turned for the worst (with a young woman being take out in a frenzy), Irina had merely sat back in her chair and folded her arms on her torso. The teenager wanted to smirk at the lady named Elisa. She wanted to show her that not every body here was going to be as compliant.
Her satisfaction lasted very little though, as Elisa once again began speaking and focused the majority of her passive aggressiveness towards Irina. The anger in Irina once again began to rise incredibly as the woman walked over to her and got within arms reach. The teenager could feel the blood boiling under her skin, making her cheeks hot and red, and bringing up a strong urge to stand up and spit in the woman’s face. Elisa had a point, but Irina was by far too proud to admit it. At the moment, Irina just wanted to grab the lady and smash her head onto one of the many flat surfaces that surrounded them. Why didn’t she though?
’It will only take a few seconds. Just a few and she’ll be taken care of.. but what if the same thing happens to me like that one girl. It probably will’
Irina had been so lost in thought, that by the time she snapped back to reality, there were people already moving about. Abel was walking out of the door with a man that looked like he could eat the teenaged boy. Another boy had already been taken away. Irina looked around until her eyes found the screen that showed a picture of her with a number next to it. She acknowledged her room number but her eyes lingered on her picture. Her eyes. In the picture, her eyes were a vibrant green and full of life. It was when she had cut her hair into a shorter A-line cut and it had been straightened. ’My passport picture’ she thought as she remembered her mom pressuring her to look pretty. She had worn a bit of eyeliner and mascara, and pinched her cheeks prior to taking the picture so they could take on a natural blush. Her freckles splayed out for the world to see, and her mouth had been transformed into a grin which she hardly ever saw on a day to day basis.
”Irina Ivanov?” A warm and gentle voice reached out to Irina to bring her back to the present. The girl turned quickly and looked up to see a tall woman standing in front of her. She was of a good build, which surprised Irina. Not many women were taller than five foot eight inches, but this woman seemed to be nearly six feet. She wasn’t thin either, nor was she fat. She was thick and seemed to have features that if Irina had bumped into her on the street, they would have made her apologize immediately. Even her dark hair that she had in an intricate braided bun was intimidating. ”I will be your coach, dear.” Her voice did not match her appearance. The lady seemed to be in her late thirties, early forties yet her voice was much older, wiser in a way. Irina’s mouth fell slightly agape. No way had she just heard that oxymoron. Yet she had, and there were clues on the woman’s face that showed that she could be kind and gentle like her voice. At the edges of her bright blue eyes there were tiny wrinkles and she had laugh lines. Small things that made her face seem approachable.
“Who… Who are you? I mean. What’s your name?” The teenager finally answered after taking in every single little detail. "I am Esmeralda, but you may call me Esme. Will you come, please? This shouldn’t take too long.” The smile that quickly formed on Esmeralda’s face nearly knocked Irina off of her seat. How could someone look so nice. It was almost inviting. Irina had no other choice but to agree.
As Irina got up, she turned to look at Nikolai. Not with frightened eyes but with worry. What would happen to her? What would happen to him?
“Take care.” Her voice was low and fervent as she tried to somewhat assure him and give him a reminder to remain alert. She turned back to face Esmeralda and gave her a nod, which prompted the lady to smile once again and walk out of the room. Irina followed suit, slightly hesitant at first, and alert the entire way to the empty room. Irina had noted each twist and turn that they had walked through to get to the room, just in case.
”Go ahead and take a seat. I have a few questions on my clipboard over there,” Esmeralda explained as she placed her hand on Irina’s back and prompted her to move forward. Irina complied and sat down, an eyebrow arching as she became slightly suspicious (more than she already was) of what was going on. ”I was placed with you for three reasons. I am from Spain. I speak Spanish along with many other languages. I am a well renowned psychologist in several states on the west coast in the United States, and I have also taught Psychology in Universities. I can help you understand and even decipher those thoughts, feelings, and memories that you see and hear in your mind. Sometimes things like these can get very overwhelming, overpowering even. It will be easy to get lost in them and feel as if that is what you are feeling. The third reason is that I requested you. Every one else here is young and honestly some what rude. I saw how you reacted and how you stood up to Elisa. You do not need someone with a bad attitude with you. You need someone who will understand and listen with an open mind.”
Irina stared. That’s it. She just stared at Esmeralda with amazement and shock. It wasn’t until a few minutes later that she finally reacted. The girl sat up in her seat and pushed a lock of hair behind her ear as she cleared her throat. “Um, okay? I understand.”
Esmeralda simply smiled at Irina and nodded before looking back down at her clipboard, ”Let’s get started then, shall we?” | Name
Irina Ivanov
Age
December 3, 1998 (making her 17)
Gender
Female
Sexuality
Heterosexual
Height
5'5"
Weight
130 lbs
Appearance
Irina is of a fairly average height, standing at about 5'5" and weighing around 130 lbs. She has well defined curves that are accentuated by the clothes that she wears. She has muscle definition from her years of gymnastics back when she lived in Moscow. Her hair is a jet black color and falls in curls down to the middle of her back, when straight it's an A-line cut and falls a little more to the small of her back. Her skin is a fair, not too pale color, with a few freckles sprinkled over her nose and on the top of her cheeks. Her eyes are a vibrant emerald green surrounded by thick, long lashes. Irina has hardly ever worn make up and finds it annoying and useless.
History
Father being Russian, mother being Spaniard; Being an immigrant from a foreign country has helped shape Irina through out the years. She was born to a dysfunctional family. Her parents were hardly ever home, trying to work hard for Irina to have a better life than they did but because of that there was no communication and the parents ended up divorcing. Irina had stayed with her mother and moved to Spain trying to find somewhere where they could settle down for a while and live calmly. They finally did, after about five years, but by that time Irina was 10 and her abilities had become more persistent. The voices in her head would begin to overwhelm her more frequently and they would stay for longer periods of time. There were days that she could not handle the voices and got to the point where she’d either cry herself to sleep or the migraine would make her fall asleep. It was because of this reason that she was able to be ‘captured’, as she puts it, and taken away from her mother.
Power(s)
Telekinesis. Irina has the ability to manipulate objects with her mind, such as lifting a book and throwing it across a room, but on a slightly larger scale. That ability is not active at the moment though. It is dormant. Her active ability is telepathy. She doesn’t know it yet but she can hear what others are thinking all at once. She can not control the surge of voices that suddenly attack her, or the constant hushed murmurs that sometimes feel as a background noise in her head.
Weakness(s)
While Irina will be able to easily lift several small objects, larger objects will be more difficult to handle. For things any bigger than a human, Irina must concentrate as much as possible to be able to lift it without dropping it. Lifting other humans as well is rather difficult for her, seeing as how she does not trust herself to keep them safe. Another weakness would be that if too much mental exertion happens, internal injuries will happen. When it comes to telepathy, she can not just delve into others minds as some type of all powered being. If others want to keep certain thoughts ‘private’, she can not read or see them. To start with, Irina can only hear what people are presently thinking and that’s only because she can not control what she can or can not hear.
Personality
A bit of a reclusive person, Irina would technically classify as an introvert but she doesn't think so. She likes to be around others but enjoys just listening to conversations. She has a 'polite' look on her face that would make her seem approachable by others, yet as soon as she speaks it's another story. Irina is very stern and at times somewhat sarcastic when others get on her nerves. She, in some ways, can be very naive at times, not knowing much about the new country, only the town where she resides.
Even with this type of 'wall' that she has built, Irina is a caring person to those that win her heart. She has a soft spot for children and animals and strives to help either one. She also has a major soft spot for sweets. |
51,871 | 1,401 | 80 | 257 | 612 | URIEL ATTICUS - LOCATION: AUDITORIUM TO ROOM 8 (URIEL'S ROOM)
Uriel sat next to Allia and Arthur, anxiously but eagerly awaiting the arrival of the authorities of this facility. He ripped open a bag of Skittles while he slouched in his seat. The rest of the teens started trickling in soon after. First, a tall dark haired guy who also happened to be shirtless for some reason. He was probably one of the guys near the entrance of the cafeteria when Uriel first burst in. The guy sat away from their initial group, agitatedly pulling down the seat and tapping his foot. He was also, wow, he was also pretty muscular. Uriel fixed his gaze to the front of the auditorium, away from Hot Muscular Shirtless Guy.
Not the time, pal, not the time.
Others came. An Asian girl with pale skin and even paler hair. Extremely striking eyes. She moved a bit strangely and seemed upset. She had obviously been crying recently. Not that he could blame her.
A toned, dark haired girl. She was with the muscular guy in the cafeteria before too.
A … young Asian girl? She couldn’t have been older than 10! Uriel felt anger simmer in the recesses of his mind. These kidnappers had no qualms about taking children either. He ran his thumb over his mirror shard, anxiety was building up once again. Anyways, the young girl sat with the white haired girl from before. Hopefully they would comfort each other.
The next guy, damn, talk about a flashy guy. Mohawk, tattoos, and piercings, dude was the textbook definition of a punk. He sure acted one too, casually climbing over the rows instead of walking and propping his feet on the desks. Uriel frowned at the carefree disregard of furniture conditions.
A- JESUS CHRIST WHAT WAS THAT? It was a girl, that was the only thing Uriel was sure of. Her face and upper arms were covered in scales, but the rest of her seemed normal enough. She was pushing in a wheelchair seating a frail-looking girl with long dark hair. Uriel decided not to probe it further, he didn’t want any more worries.
Finally, a lady came in. She seemed professional, way too cordial for the situation they were in. Her voice was as level as she looked. Aaand then she started talking about powers. Uriel watched her with a sceptical squint. The heir to Atticus Motors was a proud man of science, the offspring of an award-winning engineer and CEO of one of the most powerful companies in the world. He would never believe this sort of justification for their kidnappings, especially if it was as ridiculous as bloody SUPERPOWERS. He wouldn’t believe for a second unless he saw it with his own eyes. And no, that scaly girl didn’t count. Uriel told himself that it was just some rare skin condition. He was a man of science, dammit, SCIENCE.
Elisa’s explanations for their circumstances were concise, practised, and waayyyyy too conveniently explained. It was all too…neat, too easily brushed aside. The logic behind her words was way too sound. And she admitted to kidnapping them so easily too! If he was in any other position, Uriel might have actually believed her words. He had always been told that he was intelligent, had a bright future. But he was also extremely gullible, laughably so. In other circumstances, he would’ve eaten those words up like a club sandwich. But he couldn’t afford to be gullible here. He couldn’t believe her, even if her statements made so much sense… Geh, whatever. At least she had a pretty smile.
Uriel didn’t feel good at the idea of what Elisa’s announcement of preliminary tests. Sure, it would be blood tests and exercises, but then what? Next thing he knew, he would be sliced open and robbed of his kidneys, or have his bone marrow forcibly taken out, or have his brain taken out for examination. He had seen those sci-fi movies, momma didn’t raise no fool. Geez, weren’t there like Geneva Convention rules for this shit? There probably were, but they probably wouldn’t be much help in this most likely remote facility. They certainly didn’t do anything when he got kidnapped.
Question time came around. There were so many he wanted to ask, but which one would he choose? He could have stalled this presentation for about an hour with all the things he wanted to find out. But alas, his indecisiveness was his downfall. All the other kids asked their own questions while he was still choosing. A number of them were pissed, rightfully so. And some had accents. One Spanish, one Russian. The scaly girl who threw herself at the researchers (you go, girl) was screaming in what sounded like Russian. Were they taken from different countries? Arthur and Allia had accents too. More worries to have. It was unlikely that they were still in Australia. There were no windows, no doors to the outside, no indication of their outside environment. They could be in any country right now, somewhere far from his home in Melbourne. Too many worries right now.
And then the answers came around. Once again, they were too neatly packaged. But one thing caught Uriel’s attention. They were endorsed by international governments? He found that difficult to believe. But then again, you could never trust those guys in the upper parts of society (even if Uriel himself was one). And their families had been notified too? Uriel allowed himself a flicker of hope. But then came the more interesting part, brought up by Arthur’s question. Elisa claimed that this organisation was nurturing empowered people out of goodwill. Yet another neat explanation. If this organisation was so philanthropic, then why did they confiscate his phone and cut off all outside communication? Why did they make them wait until the testing?
“I'll take my shot at freedom, even if it means gambling on much worse."
Uriel nodded in agreement. As long as he could go back to his family, he would comply with whatever they wanted him to do.
Eventually, the presentation came to an end and the coaches came in. Uriel stood up, making sure to pick up the discarded wrappers from his snacking during the talk. He might be held here against his will, but littering was still for losers.
“Uriel Atticus?”
He looked to see his coach. She was the very model of a Scandanavian woman, had all that blonde hair, blue eyes jazz. She couldn’t have been any older than her early thirties. Her lab coat with rolled up sleeves loosely covered her casual attire of a shirt and jeans.
He turned and waved to his friends. “I’ll catch you guys later then.”
Uriel hopped down from the stands to greet his new coach.
“My name is Julia,” she smiled and talked with a sweet Nordic accent, “I’m qualified as a neuroscientist and lectured at the Karolinska Institutet. I’m looking forward to working with you.” She held out her hand.
Uriel considered his options. The quicker he went through those preliminary tests, the quicker he would get to contact his family. And he never got a chance to ask those questions before. The best way to get information now was through Julia here. And the best way to get information out of anyone was to make them trust you, to become their friend. And boy oh boy, Uriel was damn good at making friends.
I’m gonna befriend you so hard that we’re gonna be baking brownies and playing laser tag together before you can even BLINK.
Uriel practically monologued internally. If he could, he would have laughed maniacally too, but that would have been weird. Later, perhaps. So instead, he shook her hand with the firm grip his dad had instructed him to do and smiled.
“Uriel Atticus, but you already knew that. Flashy name, I know. I must say, I love your accent.”
Aha! Psychology 101, bitch! Best way to get someone to like you, open with a compliment!
She looked at him warmly.
“Why thank you! Yours is wonderful too. We should head back to your room now. I’m sure you’d like to get these tests over and done with as soon as possible.”
They started walking to the Auditorium doors before Julia piped up.
“Oh, and if I may, would you kindly hand your weapon over to the guards at the doors? We wouldn’t want anyone here to get hurt.”
Her friendly tone hadn’t wavered a bit, but the implication was clear. Uriel’s smile didn’t budge either, but his eyes were now cold and deadly. It was only a split second before he chuckled and broke the sudden tension.
“Oh right, of course! Yeah, it would be suuper awkward if I pulled out a weapon in the middle of our tests.” He put on the “business man negotiations” voice that he sometimes used to get out of nasty situations with. “Would be a total conversation killer. Killer, geddit?”
He flicked finger guns at her, wearing a goofy grin after delivering his pun. She laughed, a bit nervously at first but it seemed genuine when the joke finally reached her. She probably thought he was some sort of psychopath now, cracking jokes about murder while in possession of a stabbing implement. He wouldn’t blame her if she did, considering the things he was willing to do to escape.
He handed his mirror shard to one of the guards at the door, as well as his empty snack wrappers.
“Make sure you put these in the non-recyclables,” Uriel advised jokingly, “Keep up the fine work.”
He gave the guard a friendly pat on the shoulder and continued to his room.
His room, Number 5, was exactly as he left it. The door to the bathroom was closed, the shattered mirror out of his view. Uriel spoke as he took of his blazer and used one of the provided coat hangers in the wardrobe.
“I gotta say, your organisation gave us some really sweet digs. Plus, the staff here seem really nice too. Who could blame me if I got Stockholm Syndrome?”
More finger guns.
“Geddit? Cos you lectured there! Anyways, let’s get this done quickly. I’ve got a major Legal Studies project to hand in next week and I don’t need Ms Carter hating me more than she already does.” | Name: Uriel Atticus
Age: 17, born March 26, 1998
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Pansexual
History:
Rich, handsome and smart, Uriel was born with it all. His parents were extremely doting; Uriel got whatever he wanted as an apology for their constant absences in his life. He grew up in the lap of luxury but rather than becoming snobbish, he was eager to share his wealth with his peers. Constantly breezing through life thanks to his natural gifts was too boring.
The first occurrence of his power was during a particularly difficult math test. He was concentrating more than usual and didn’t notice how everyone else in the room was quite uncomfortable and struggling through their own tests. Afterwards, his classmates complained about their headaches during the test period. One girl even threw up. Uriel was completely fine though. However, Uriel was unable to put two and two together and is still unaware of his abilities.
As for how he was kidnapped…some clearly suspicious individuals in suits and sunglasses were standing around in town. Uriel went up to say “Heya” and offer directions (they seemed to be looking for something). They seemed pretty alarmed for some reason ("Aw come on guys, I don't bite!"). He offered to ride shotgun in the black jeep with blacked out windows ("Woah, snazzy car!") and lead them wherever they needed to go. He never saw the syringe coming.
Power:
Pain manipulation - Uriel’s ability allows him to manipulate the biology of living things to trigger exaggerated responses to damaging stimuli. The effect of his ability varies on the person’s mental fortitude and pain threshold. His maximum radius of effect is unknown for now. There must be a trigger at first for his ability to work. For example, if someone is drinking a slushie, Uriel can make them have a brainfreeze. If someone gets shoved, Uriel can make the area shoved feel like a bullet has hit them. Whether he’s manipulating nocireceptors or the somatosensory cortex is unknown.
Currently, the most that he can do is trigger minor headaches within a small radius of about five meters. He is unaware of his power and can use it involuntarily.
Personality:
A magnificently generous and loving individual…is what Uriel sees himself as. While not entirely untrue, Uriel’s bloated ego and flamboyant personality leaves something to be desired when it comes to his altruism. His entire mindset revolves around “noblesse oblige”. Uriel really is a decent fellow but the execution of his good intentions can be quite grating to some and has landed him in trouble more than a few times. He sees himself as a handyman of sorts; if you’ve got a problem he’ll find a solution, don’t worry about the means or costs or nothin’. Because of his varied experiences and no lack of resources, Uriel has picked up a few skills ranging from carpentry to acting to basic skill levels in several instruments.
While being quite academically intelligent (he can get above average grades without even studying), when it comes to people Uriel is pretty gullible. He always tries to see the best in people. This, when paired with his eagerness to help, makes him very easy to persuade or take advantage of. Fortunately, his friends are usually there to fend off people with questionable intentions.
Uriel appears quite charismatic to those who do not know him well. His confidence and friendly personality makes it easy for him to persuade and befriend. Those who have known him for longer than a month think of him as a well-intentioned dork and exasperatedly put up with his many escapades.
His way of speaking is quite poetic and dramatic. He has a tendency to go off on a tangent and make long monologues. |
51,872 | 1,401 | 81 | 1,142 | 1,144 | Arthur Ragnarson
Session Room
Arthur took a seat on the highlighted sofa. As with everything in the place it was of high quality, comfortable and almost brand new. Gisela sat in the chair, slipping off her heels before tucking her legs underneath her; hardly the usual counsellor approach.
"So, Arthur, let me tell you what we know so far and how we're going to proceed. Then we'll cover potential implications of your power. After we're done you can give your family a call." Arthur caught something in her otherwise relaxed posture; an alertness as she watched his reaction.
They know, then. I suppose I'll test this then.
He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees and interlocking his fingers to form a platform on which he rested his chin, appearing thoughtful and focused.
"That sounds fair to me. I'd like some contact with the outside world so I appreciate the effort you've made to ensure it is possible." There it was. A flicker of confusion. They'd clearly researched their 'pupils' well; not many would know of the... difficult relationship he had and his father had. Gisela regained her composure quickly, smiling with a nod and looking down at her clipboard.
"Okay, so first is what we know about your power as it stands now. Going by the data from your rugby injury we can see that you heal at a rate of 6.7 times faster than the average. Whether this applies to any kind of injury is something we don't know so find the cause of it will be our first objective. I'll take some blood samples from you and we'll examine them to see if there's any clue there. Until we have those results we won't know how to move on from there." She looked up from her clipboard at Arthur who merely nodded his understanding. He was wearing a surprised expression, widening his eyes a little and opening his mouth the smallest bit; over the years he had become adept at mimicking expressions as they didn't come to him naturally.
"Next are the implications. Well, you've studied at Eton. You can understand what impact we could make if we could somehow replicate your ability in others, the lives we could save and the illnesses we might be able to cure if that's something your ability affects. That's pretty much it for today, I'll just take those blood samples from you and then you can be off. You're not afraid of needles or anything, are you?" She smiled at her joke and Arthur replied in kind.
As if you wouldn't know that already. Not that I'm too sure what fear feels like.
"No, I think I'm okay with them. I've not really had blood taken before." He forced out a nervous laugh and rolled his sleeve up when instructed. Gisela fetched a kit from one of the cupboards and put a tightstrap around his upper arm to make the process easier. She drew two small syringes of Arthur's blood before disposing of the waste and pressing a cotton wool ball down on the jab.
They both watched in interest at the injury and sure enough it stopped bleeding almost immediately. For good measure Arthur accepted a plaster to put onto the hole and then stood up, ready to get the hardest bit of all this over with.
"Your father should be ready for your chat now. Return to your room and you'll find a tablet in there set up for a video chat." Gisela smiled again, guiding him to the door. "Until our next session." She said as a means of farewell.
As ordered, Arthur returned to his room and there was, as promised, an iPad on the bed. It was set up with some kind of attachment plugged into the charger port which he wasn't technology minded enough to understand but assumed it was some kind of security device. The tablet was already switched on and when he unlocked the screen it began the video call automatically. There were no buttons except a red phone icon to end the call; they really weren't taking any chances with the residents contacting the outside world except in controlled environments.
The call was picked up almost instantly and his father's study came into view. The wing-backed leather chair behind the heavy oak, ornate desk and the dark wooden bookcases filled with leather bound classic editions of various literary works. It was just like his father to choose an imposing vista for this meeting.
"Arthur." The tone was clipped, it appeared Ragnarson Sr. had no intention of spending more time on this call than he had to. "You have settled now?" It was more of a statement than a question. No, an order.
"Father. Yes, it is most comfortable." Arthur's tone was just as short and hostile. The only emotion he ever truly had felt was rage and only towards his abusive father. The one who, even in this situation, was uninterested in Arthur's situation.
"Good. Do not disappoint me there. Make yourself useful to your family, that's all." The call was cut off abruptly. In a rare fit of irritation Arthur hurled the device at the wall, the tablet screen shattering as it clattered to the floor. He calmed his breathing, the anger vanishing in a flash and leaving him with the usual emptiness he felt inside. At least had managed to confirm a few things from the meeting and the call.
That bastard is involved in this, after all. | Arthur Ragnarson
Age: 17, born 11th October 1998
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual/Bi-Romantic
Appearance
Arthur is above average height, standing at 5' 11", is broad shouldered and has a strong build from years of playing a variety of sports. Ever since he stopped growing, in the last year or so, he has undergone physical training under the instruction of a tutor to enhance his potential as a sportsman and athlete. As such he is well toned and has a habit of beginning every morning early with a round of intense exercise.
He is naturally pale skinned but has a long-term tan from his frequent outdoors activities and has very pale hair, blond almost to the point of being white-haired. His eyes are a turquoise colour, bright and warm, with an intensity that could be unnerving if it were not for the relaxed air that surrounds their owner.
History
Arthur was born and bred in Southern England of the United Kingdom. His father was a successful accountant to the wealthy in London, often away for weeks or even months at a time while his mother had worked as a lawyer before Arthur came along. After that she retired but still received a sizeable income after inheriting controlling shares of a large stationary company built up by her grandfather.
Ever since Arthur can remember his mother has been mentally unstable and it supposedly only got worse after giving birth to him. Arthur's father never said a thing but it was clear he put a great deal of blame on his son and, although he provided an extraordinarily privileged upbringing, there was no love in the relationship. When the option for going to a boarding school arose Arthur was shipped off before he even knew what was happening and ever since has rarely returned home and even then only for a brief period of time.
As one might expect with such wealth in the family, Arthur had access to the most expensive tutors and trainers with a great deal of expectation thrust upon the only child in the family. His strong academic performance was matched with an array of athletic and other sporting awards and it was inevitable that he was given multiple scholarships to Eton, the most expensive and prestigious school in the country. Here he brushed shoulders with the offspring of former Prime Ministers and other leading politicians, the children of the richest and most powerful businessmen and women and even the occasional Royal (although not any heirs to the throne, of course).
Over the years he learned to enjoy his time away from home and his family and became very independent. A lot of his spare time was spent with various sports team (specifically the badminton, rugby and athletic clubs) and the rest was in the expansive libraries his affluent schools opened to their pupils.
It was during one of these spells in the quiet library that he was seized by the programme's operatives and secreted out to a waiting vehicle, the librarian conveniently called away to an emergency elsewhere.
Power: Accelerated healing.
It was during a rugby game that Arthur first had a clue to his power's existence. A high tackle wrenched his left shoulder out of its socket but his coach forced it back in as there was no sub to take his place and cancelling a game due to injury would forever be a blight upon the school's record. The next few scrums put additional pressure on the shoulder until his collar bone fractured just as the game ended.
Once at hospital it was found the injury had begun to mend already and he constantly exceeded his doctor's time frames for the recovery process to the point of it being abnormal. |
51,873 | 1,401 | 82 | 994 | 197 | Amara 'Mara' Nguyen
Location: Auditorium - Examination room
'My family knows?' The thought baffled her as Mara leaned against the wall, nursing her now throbbing hand against her chest. They had to have told them some lie. Her mother needed her. Someone had to keep the house hold in check. Help the younger ones with their homework and get them out of bed in the morning. Her mother couldn't do it, not that she didn't try, her job was just too demanding for her to pay full attention to her brood.
Mara noted that her final question went untouched as the woman moved away to introduce a rather robust group of adults. 'Our coaches, eh?' She eyed them warily as one by one they stepped forward and called a name. Fatigue swept over her once more as she felt her body fully sag against the wall.
"Amara."
A gruff voice called out. Her eyes widened a touch as she traced the voice to squat, burly looking man. Arms folded across his chest as his gaze met with hers. He arched his brows with subtle impatience and Mara felt herself slowly stir back to life. She slinked forward each footstep as uncertain as the last as she silently followed him out of the auditorium. Mara kept her arms folded closely across her chest, her head bent forward like a petulant child being lead away for punishment.
Suddenly the man halted causing her to bump lightly into him. Mara mouthed an apology that her voice wouldn't allow her speak as he pushed open a door for her.
Stepping into the room felt like being back in the room she started in. The walls a soft white wash, the tile on the floor polished and melted together effortlessly. There was a few furniture scattered around and a small cabinet off to the back.
"Take a seat Amara." the man commanded as he stepped into the room behind her. She shuffled off to a small chocolate colored armchair and perched on the edge. Her body bent over, fingers grasping the edge as she stared hard at her shiny Mary Jane shoes. For the first time she noticed the small grey scuffs that marred the sides. Frowning she kicked lightly at the tile; she was particularly fond of the pair.
"My name is Felix," he mentioned as he took his own seat across the room from her, "I'll be your advisor while you are he-"
"Will we get to go home?" Mara interjected. Her questioned had went unanswered earlier but she asked it once more with little hope. Her voice was hard, even to her own ears, and echoed softly in the stillness in the room.
She could hear a small puff of air push from his lips. Was it in frustration or sympathy? Mara didn't bother to look up to gage his reaction.
"You'll be here for as long as you need to be." Felix answered his own words clipped, "Now Amara-"
"It's Mara." she interjected once more. She was sure that she was probably getting on his nerves but ot was important to her. She had started going by Mara in middle school when a group of bullies had decided to pick apart her name and call her 'Amoora' as a poor attempt at a jest. When she moved to her new school she never introduced herself as Amara and it felt strange to hear.
"Okay, Mara then. As you've been told you're here to help develop your abilities in order told protect yourself and others from harm," he pulled out a small note pad from his lab coat and thumbed through several pages, "From what we've noted there is a small temporal disruption that occurs around you when you're in physical danger, correct?"
Mara's brows knitted together as she looked up at him, 'Temporal disruption?', it was of she was in a bad sci-fi movie. "Come again?"
She watched as he pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed, "Let's not do this, Miss Nguyen." He leaned forward and leveled his gaze with hers. Mara noted the weariness that lined his face and eyes, he was much older than he looked. It was subtle at first. Lost among the bulk of his body but there it was in the creases of his skin and the slight peppering that sprouted at his hairline. He was old and tired and not willing to put up with any of her nonsense.
"In layman's terms, time seems to slow around you. Does it not?" It wasn't a question. He knew that she knew exactly what he was getting at. Those weird gaps in time that felt like the very air was being sucked out around her.
Mara didn't respond as silence hung between them.
He flipped through a few more pages, "If you insist then. On December 12 you were walking home with your friend, Nova PeGan, to which you told her and I quote. It was like everything froze. Or better it moved super, super slow. Like I don't know how to explain it properly."
Mara's face was a open slate of surprise as she felt her mouth open in shock. Nova was the only one she had told anything about her odd feelings, afraid of the judgement that would come if she had, but Nova took it in stride. In fact she almost seemed excited as she chattered away with enthusiasm.
Licking her lips she nodded, ignoring the smarting pain that pulsed back at her, "Yes, I remember that. It was in regards to my father's car accident."
The gods knew she didn't want to talk about this. Her words fell softly and with a sad tremble as unbidden memories sprang to the forefront of her thoughts.
Felix gruffly stood from his chair and closed the distance between the two. He knelt down before her and there was a softness now that plagued his eyes, "I know this is hard on you but we're only trying to help. Now I won't make you talk about it anymore today but you do need to be fully aware of what you're capable of." There was a sincerity that Mara didn't expect from him and a small smile graced her lips.
He paused a moment before standing up and trudging towards the back medicine cabinet. Mara watched as he fumbled with a set of keys before unlocking the metal cabinets. "For now, we're just going to take a blood sample and then you can return to your room. There's a special surprise waiting for you there." His voice almost bellowed out brightly as he mentioned the surprise.
Mara had perked up a little as well as he came back with a small medical kit.
If her face could turn any paler it would've. Mara hated needles with a vengeance. She extended her already bruised arm towards him while focusing her attention elsewhere.
Felix wrapped the tourniquet tightly around her upper arm. Stubby fingers poked and prodded the inner her, "Your veins are tiny." Felix remarked and Mara gave a dry laugh. It was true. She found out the hard way over time that every nurse she had, had a difficult time finding a vein large enough stab. It often left her with large bruises and occasionally a ruptured vein as they poked her with various sized needles.
She was surprised at how gentle he was as he inspected her arm. Seeking out his target with great care. Finally, Felix seemed to find the spot. A sightly thicker vein hidden on the upper inside of her arm. Mara screwed her eyes shut as she felt the pinch of the needle and then the slightly tugging as her blood was pulled out and into a syringe. Seeing blood never phased her in the slightest, just the initial poke that'd cause her to tense up.
He quickly withdrew the needle and held a cotten ball to her arm. "Alright, all done. Keep this on for at least five minutes." He commanded as he stuck a piece of medical gauze over the cotten ball. He took a step back and motioned towards the door, "Better hurry to your room for your surprise." Felix said with a awkward looking smile.
Mara couldn't help but smile back before stepping back out into the hallway. Felix seemed like a nice guy. A little gruff and straight to the point but once she stopped resisting his prodding he relaxed around her.
She made her way back to her room, double checking the room number before entering, it looked exactly how she left it. Plain and simple. Only this time there was a small electronic device sitting on her bed.
Mara rushed over picking up the sleek tablet in her hands and swiped quickly. The device buzzed alive as it started ringing and she almost cried as her mother's weary face appeared on the screen.
"Mara, darling?" her mother asked sleepily. Mara could see the blonde curls that had escaped her mother's pinning. The dark circles that were a permanent feature under the same dark blue eyes Mara had. Yes, this was definitely her mother.
"Mom, I don't know where I am. I don't want to be here. Please. Come get me." her voice broke as more tears spilled down her face.
"Oh, honey. You're not well, sweetie. The doctors said they're were going to help you."
Unwell? Is that what they had told her?
"Mom, I'm fine. They kidnapped me and drugged me and not just me! There's a ton of kids here! They're going to run tests on us to develop our powers or something. You got to help me!"
"It's just like Nova said. You really are different," her mom's voice was soft and sad, "I know this is hard, honey, but they're going to take good care of you and how exciting is this?! You are special! More than a mother could've hoped for. These people are going to make sure your life is amazing and full and beyond anything you could be achieved here. Now, Mara. Mommy has to get some rest before my next shift. You get some rest too. We love you so much. Work with the doctors and become the best you, you can be." Her mother rushed before the tablet went dark and the call disconnected.
Nova had told her mother?
A new wave of shock hit her as she slumped onto her bed. Her mom sounded crazy. How could she just so easily accept that her daughter was taken from her? Had sleep deprivation messed that much with her grip on reality that she'd openly accept that her daughter was some sort of mutant? No. She knew her mother well enough. They would've coated it with medical jargon and price that it was somehow in everyone's best interest. Mara let her body be overtaken with sobs as she reflected on her reality. Her mother hadn't even told her anything about the well being of her siblings before rushing off. Curling onto her side she let all her frustration poor from her until her body could give no more and the tears would no longer come. | Sometimes it's hard to just keep going
But faith is moving without knowing
Amara 'Mara' Nguyen
Can I trust what I can't see?
To reach my destiny
I want to take control but I know better
Name
Amara Nguyen
Age
Eighteen
Birthday
January 1
Gender
Female
Sexuality
Bi-sexual
Room number
Six
Coach
Felix Larsen
Appearance
Amara stands at a mere five foot two, her body slim and willowy. While her heritage is mixed she tends to favor her father who hails from South Korea. Her features are soft and delicate like that of a birds; in fact the only thing that truly stands out on the young lady was the shocking white of her locks. A rare recessive gene that passed from her mother's side. Her flesh is almost as pallid as her hair but that was more of a personal choice. She didn't care for the contrast between her lighter tresses and dark skin. Amara's style was simple; a wash of monochrome dresses and general light fabrics. The only featuring colors was the soft pink of her lips and the dark blue of her eyes. Despite her rather reclusive nature Amara tended to draw attention and over time had developed an easy-going demeanor around strangers.
History
Her life was simple, really. She got up for school every morning around five am and would relax listening to music until the rest of the house would stir awake. She was always an early riser which tended to be helpful when you're the oldest out of four. She'd rouse her younger siblings; helping them dust off the remaining traces of sleep and begin her day. Her mother, Korabell, was a neurosurgeon and often out and working late while her father had actually passed several years back in a fatal car accident. Before then he was a librarian. The stark difference between her parents was probably why they got along so well. Her mother was high stress and always on the go while her father was soft, calm and took his time. They balanced each other out. Amara always admired their dedication to one other and secretly hoped to find someone who'd compliment her nature like they had.
She generally took after her father in more than just looks. She was soft spoken and quiet where her younger siblings tended to be rowdy and rough. In fact her nonchalant attitude had earned her a reputation in high school. Somehow bringing her to cool status within a mere week of transferring there. She didn't completely mind though. In fact it was how she had made her best friend; Nova. Nova was Amara's closet companion. She was loud and outgoing- a little brash at times but that's what she loved about her the most. The girl was never afraid to say exactly what she thought. The two were practically inseparable. In fact she was the only one who had known about Amara's odd quirks.
Her kidnapping was, well it was a kidnapping! Greedy hands that grabbed and pulled and bound her. Shoving her head in a black bag as she was roughly shoved to the floor. She'll never forget that moment. As her heart lodged firmly in her throat.
Power
Time disruption:
It started out with small gaps; she'd lose her footing and it was as if everything slowed for a tiny second. Just enough time for her to recognize that she was falling but never enough for her to correct herself. The longest time was during her father's accident. She had actually been in the passenger side when an oncoming car suddenly lurched into their lane. Everything felt frozen as she watched horrified as her father slowly braced for impact. Out of instinct she had curled herself up and in result managed to avoid the dashboard crushing both her legs. Her father; wasn't so lucky. Amara had never had it last as long since. In fact usually by time she realized it was happening it was already over. |
51,874 | 1,401 | 83 | 2,633 | 3,130 | Mayuri Nakasone
Mayuri had never been a particularly social person... As much as she would have loved to be the person that went out with the soul goal of making friends, sticking to that and coming out the better, she never could. She just didn't have the courage. So, people often times didn't talk to her. When they did, it was usually awkward, as the girl had little to nothing to say.
Except on one occasion, when Mayuri was 7. It was set to be an ordinary day at school, or at least it should have been. But instead it was too great in difference to be forgotten. On that day, their usual teacher had left on maternity leave. Not that any of them knew what that was. But there was a new teacher who would be taking over for a while. The moment he walked in the door it was certain that the relationship between teacher and student was going to be rough.
Unlike their previous teacher, who's face was kind and gentle, this man's was uncaring. It had an authority and a presence that exerted itself so forcefully it was almost painful to look him in the eye. Why the board thought it was a good idea to hire this man as a teacher was beyond Mayuri, but here he stood, about to take homeroom and then a lesson that he likely had no idea how to format properly.
The way he spoke was harsh, rough. It was too raw and offensive to be even thought of as suitable for teaching. This class was special. Every single child was more intellient than they should have been at that age, in one way or another. From the mute boy at the back who could create mobile games, to the young girl named Mayuri who was on her way to being fluent in English by age 10.
As the day went on, lesson after lesson, it was brought to light the true nature of this new teacher. He had little to no real experience as a teacher, and his knowledge in most if not all subjects were lacking. Any time a student who specialised in a subject queried what he said, they were lashed out upon, yelled at, told to shut it and let the adult do the teaching.
It was a few days in with that teaching method that they came to English. And in that subject the teacher knew very little. And so, as Mayuri did, she corrected him on what he got wrong. It was what she did with her past teacher as well, and she was always congratulated on finding the mistake, the teacher claimings she was simply testing her knowledge.
But the teacher took far less kindly too it. He yelled at her after every correction, and eventually had enough. She was sent to the front, and instructed to take the lesson herself. That shy, young girl with no experience in talking to groups. She stood at the front, shook with anxiety, and cried, to the teachers annoyance. He shouted more. By the time the lesson was over she was still crying.
She still cried when they went to lunch, and that was when Yui came. She sat with her, comforted her, praised her on her knowledge of the language. They talked, discussed each other's knowledge on certain subjects. Yui was well known for being the one who took to biology, specifically human biology. With her mother being a psychologist, and Yui a curious reader, she looked through and absorbed what she could of her mother's books.
So why did this have to happen? It was shortly after that phone call... Yui sat on her bed, wrapped in sheets, and sobbed. Her friend was never coming home.
Myriam was kind. Her face had a type of friendly nature that Mayuri found herself attracted to... Hishida-sensei had that kind of expression too. Why didn't she come back to school? Oh, that was right... The school said she had died in a car accident. They didn't go into specifics, but a lot of the students jumped to a single conclusion. She had been killed. Where the rumour came from was a mystery, but it spread. Eventually every person in the school had heard it.
The girl sat next to her seemed similar. Mayuri didn't struggle as she was drawn into a hug and held close. If anything, she welcomed it. Her mother used to do the same when she was upset. So as Myriam pulled her close, Mayuri turned, buried her head into the girls chest, wrapped her arms around her waist and hugged her.
Tears still streamed down her face, this time accompanied with a light sobbing, a whimper and pained sound of someone who had cried so much in the past... Her history wasn't that bad. Not compared to some people, at the least. Just a tale of a little girl bullied for being nervous and socially inept, and later in life bullied for looking like a little girl.
That little girl spent a lot of time crying. For most people it was almost like a way to gain attention, or to expell their pain. But for Mayuri it was simply her way of ignoring everything and focusing on one thing. Everything that happened around her was nothing, it didn't matter, didn't exist. Not to her. That was best. It was best she didn't have to witness the girl throw a fit, attack the Scientists, be carted off to have God knows what done to her.
Not have to watch each person in turn who had stood up being forced back into their place. She could just about hear Elisa over the nothingness. Her tone was serious, very serious, too serious. It had changed so quickly. Before it had a light seriousness to it, but now that serious was deadly. It was a serious that cut like a knife and ripped through flesh.
It hurt to hear, and so she didn't listen. She tried not to listen. It was difficult, but she managed it. The coaches came. Each person was taken by one somewhere. But Mayuri still wasn't aware... That was, until someone poked her gently on the arm. It was a soft, rather delicate. It was her coach, evidently.
Her head turned away from Myriam's chest, and she looked at the woman. She was rather tall, about 5'10". Her body was thin, defined to a degree, her chest slightly large. This figure... Mayuri's gaze drifted up the woman's body and to her face. It was calm, relaxing, motherly. It had an experienced look, but it was beautiful all the same. Her hair was shoulder length, a brownish black colour, but slightly greying from stress.
"Hello, Nakasone-chan." no... No... Nonono... That wasn't right. What was she doing here? She died... Right? "I will be your coach while you stay here... Please, follow me, if you would."
Her eyes could barely understand what was happening. This woman, this coach, who spoke with such familiarity and warmth. 9 years ago, she died. That was what they said. This woman who enjoyed the English language as much as Mayuri did, if not more. Her first friend in that class. Why did she have to appear here, as a ghost, after so long..?
Mayuri wordlessly unwrapped her arms from Myriam's waist and stood before the Coach. They both walked away, but before doing so the girl looked back at the person who hugged her. She smiled and she waved goodbye. They would see each other soon, of couse, but it wouldn't be now. Now was time for a new lesson. One Mayuri had been building up to for 9 years.
Silently, the two walked out of the auditorium and down the corridor and into the room where it had started. Room 7. They stepped in, and immediately the women walked over and pulled the chair out from under the desk. She swivelled it round, so it faced the bed, and left it, walking over and sitting down on the bed. Usually words followed that action, but this time there were none.
But Mayuri still knew what to do. She sat down on the seat, and looked up at the woman, tears in her eyes but sat on the edge. Why did she leave?
"Did you ever finish reading Hamlet, Mayuri?" what? Of course she had. She had finished it 6 years ago! "Of course you have... If I know you, you probably wrote an essay on it because your mum asked you to when you were 12."
"Wh-where did you go..?" why was that her first question? Out of every question she could have asked, it had to be that one... But that was what she first though of. The question that had been racking her brain the moment she had laid eyes upon the Coach. Her memory had never been the best, but this person was someone she could never forget.
"I'm like a secret agent from one of those manga's Yui used to read in Biology when she got bored..." there was a bit of a smile that creased her lips as she spoke, reminiscing, "If I told you, I'd have to kill you~" she was always like this... Teachers were usually so serious, especially the ones that taught her class. But for some reason, the woman sat in front of her never was.
"Hishida-sensei, wh-!" Mayuri went to shout the question, a question that would have brought her to tears, but she was cut off.
"Please, Mayuri, call me Ami. And, for why... I'll tell you what I can. You have an ability. Think of it like a superpower. Your's in particular protects you against things that would likely hurt you, so physical forces. Say someone were to throw a dart at you, the rune on your chest would generate a field and deflect the dart. At least, thats what we think it is."
The way she said it so simply made it sound like she was recounting part of the plot of a fiction book that she would set Mayuri to read.
"Now, listen, Mayuri... I'm sorry about this, but its for your own good. I need to keep this session brief, but we can catch up in the future." as Mayuri went to protest, she held up a hand, "I need to take a blood sample. I know you aren't afraid of needles, so dont struggle."
Mayuri had started crying... Once again, it was silent. She nodded silently in agreement, and held out her arm - rolling up the sleeve of her jacket. From a bag that sat to the side of Ami, she drew a small syringe in a plastic bag. She removed it took of the cap, and quickly drew the blood required. Mayuri didn't wince, or cry out in pain. There wasn't much point.
Ami dabbed the wound, placed a plaster over it, and disposed of the tissue.
"Thank you, Mayuri. It was a pleasure seeing you again." from her bag, she drew a tablet and handed it to the girl, "Unlock the device, and you will be able to talk with your family. I will see you again, my dear. If I can, I'll bring you a book to read. I will expect you to write an essay on it~!" that was a typical joke, yet not really... Everytime she joked about that she always meant it, like when she joked about a surprise test.
"Thank you, Hishida-sense-Ami..." Mayuri waved her goodbyes, and watched as her old teacher stepped out from the room. As soon as she was gone, though, she swiped the tablet, and watched as the device unlocked and instantly started a video call.
Ring... Ring... Click.
"Mayuri?!" there they were... Her mother and father. Their faces were stricken, tears already in their eyes and their cheeks lined with tear tracks.
"H-hi, Mum... Dad..." they had both started crying already. The sight was painful, very painful, and Mayuri had started crying as well...
"Thank God... A-are you okay?" they sounded distraught. They didn't want her here.
"I-I'm fine... Are y-you?" this conversation was already unbearably awkward...
"W-we wanted you home... B-but they said you couldn't leave. W-we protested, but they s-said it was for your own good... And that... Y-you could be d-dangerous..."
Of course, they had used fear... Her parents were both very intelligent, but they had seen her ability first hand, blamed it on sheer luck.
"Pl-please... I-I-I want to g-go home..." Mayuri was sobbing now... Her once silent crying had reverted into ordinary crying. It was no longer a distraction, but a cry for help.
"W-we know... I want you home... Your mother wants you home... Your sister does, Yui does, the rest of your friends do... But please, do your best... They m-might be able to help you... I-I dont trust them, but I have to..."
They weren't blackmailing them, were they? How was Yu doing? What did they tell her parents!? So many questions crossed her mind, but soon the tablet was passed away. The screen was filled with the face of her sister, Uiharu.
"Sis..." she looked very tired, "Dont cry. Escape. Get yourself out of there, please. I love you... Okay? Good... G-good luck..." was she about to cry? She couldn't tell... The call shut off before she could say anything else.
But, Ui was right. She had to escape. Maybe... Maybe the others wanted to do so too. They could band together and fight their way out!
Or... They could die trying. It'd be more merciful. | Name: Mayuri Nakasone
Age: 16 (but she looks a lot younger)
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual - not that she's actually had a relationship.
Appearance: Mayuri stands at about 5'4", with blackish-purple hair and dark purple eyes. Rarely, you'll catch her without her red framed glasses adorning the bridge of her nose, but that occurrence is rare unless the girl is sleeping (you perv). Oh, you were wondering... Yes, she actually is 16. She just... Never grew up. Unlike her sister, who grew to be a rather tall mature looking girl, Mayuri never passed her Loli phase. A prepubescent face, a prepubescent body, just about A-cup breasts... Not to mention quite a high voice and a tendency to turn a bright shade of tomato at the slightest thing.
The only thing that could be called remarkable on a girl like Mayuri is her mark. It developed some time when she was around 8, and she's been covering it up as best she can since then. In fact, the only people who have ever actually seen it are her family and closest friends, as she refuses to do P.E. The mark (as seen on her chest in the image above) is the epicentre of her of seemingly random ability. But, why the hell are you looking down her top?! You fucking pervert paedo!
History: History? She looks like she's 10! But, fine. At home, the relationship between her family is as good as you could want. The parents never fight, the sisters are mostly good friends, money is more or less plentiful. School, less so. Sure, Mayuri has many close friends, but that's about it. She stays away from the boys, avoids conversation with others, and is usually made fun of because of her... Lolita body (people are dicks, I know). Her grades are pretty damn good, averaging around a B, and her English is almost impeccable. Its gotten to the point where she only speaks to people in English, besides her family and close friends of course. Its surprising how much English she speaks, considering her native language is Japanese (yes, that's so I don't have to use Google Translate. Leave me alone).
Mayuri was kidnapped in... A rather unconventional way. Being a rather naive character, she tends to fall for things quite easily. But, because of her ability, she usually needs not to worry about the consequence. Somehow, these guys knew. Syringes wouldn't work, and neither would blunt force. So how do you trick a young, gullible girl into doing something that would result in her capture? Well, you get a cat to lead her into an ally, and you have one of your agents give her a bar of chocolate. Works every time ^~^
Power: Spacial Disruption is a rather random, almost impossible to detect ability focused simply on defence at its current level. Spacial Disruption (or codename Praesidium Shield) is a space-time reflective ability stemming from the symbol on Mayuri's body. It doesn't usually take a form, at least not currently, and seems to have an almost random occurrence. The girl has no control over it yet, but nevertheless it is present. If she were to fall and cut herself, the shield would generate. If she were to punched, the shield would reflect it. It could almost be called an unintentional invulnerability to physical harm, but only those passing at a certain speed. If she were shot with live ammo at her current level, she would likely die. |
51,875 | 1,401 | 84 | 2,502 | 1,203 | Stasya Volkov
Location: Session Room
(for the sake of not having giant blocks of text cluttering things up, assume this is all done in Russian)
Stasya's return to consciousness was as difficult as wading through waist-deep snow without snowshoes. Every time she tried to pull a thought together, it slipped away from her grasp, leaving her floundering in murky darkness. She didn't know how long she had been like that, but eventually she began to perceive some sensations. Faint light shining through her eyelids, indistinct murmurs, something against her wrists that was somehow soft and rough at the same time. But, nothing seemed to stick or make sense.
When she finally felt coherent enough to form proper thoughts, there were several things that she was aware of. She seemed to be reclining on a chair of some kind, and every few seconds there was a tapping sound that didn't seem to follow any particular rhythm, along with a soft humming sound. Her mouth felt like it had been filled with cotton balls and her body with lead.
Cracking open her eyes, Stasya (with great effort) raised her head and looked around. She was in some kind of office, laying on an armless recliner. Sitting in a chair across the room from her was a youngish looking woman with brown hair and glasses, brow furrowed as she tapped away at her tablet, a pair of earbuds in her ears. She was pretty, almost the "nerdy-girl-next-door" type, though the look was tempered by the white blouse and black skirt she wore.
Groaning softly, Stasya tried to push herself up, but her arms jerked to a stop when she tried to raise them, causing her to look down. Brown leather straps had been buckled around her wrists, and from the feel of things they had been linked together under the recliner. Somebody had changed her clothes as well, exchanging the hospital gown for a pair of white shorts and a white t-shirt. Frowning, and becoming increasingly disturbed by what was going on, she pushed herself up the recliner awkwardly, tugging at the straps.
The woman looked up at the motion, and smiled brightly as she pulled out her earbuds. "Oh good, you're awake. Welcome back to the land of the living." Slipping her tablet into the purse at her feet, her smile became apologetic. "I'm sorry about the restraints, but... you did bite one of the guards. Left a nasty-looking wound. So, we weren't sure how you would be when you woke up."
Stasya stopped and stared at the woman. She was Russian? "Who are you?"
The woman smiled kindly. "My name is Kara, and yes, I am Russian, just like you. I'm glad to meet you Stasya."
"How do you know my name?"
"I saw it when I read your medical file." She gestured to the straps. "Tell you what. I don't really think that those are necessary right now. All things considered, your reaction was pretty forgivable. You woke up in a strange place, you don't know what's going on, and then told that you can't leave, I don't blame you for getting upset. They put them on as a precaution, but I don't think you really want to hurt anybody, do you?"
Stasya didn't quite know what to make of this woman. She seemed nice enough, and her voice sounded really nice. But if she worked for the people who had kidnapped her, then she was keeping her from going home.
"So, how about this." Kara leaned over in her chair, bracing her arms on her legs. "If you promise not to bite me, I'll take the straps off. Deal?" Again, she gave the younger girl a kind smile, eyes betraying nothing but sympathy. After a moment, Stasya nodded, and her smile broadened. "Excellent. Let's get you a little more comfortable, huh?" Rising from her chair, she unbuckled the straps and dropped them into her purse, leading the girl to the empty chair across from hers. "There we go. Doesn't that feel better?"
Rubbing her wrists, Stasya simply looked at the woman with distrust. "Where am I?"
Looking a little off-put by her response, Kara sighed. "Well, as Elisa explained, this is a research facility for... special people. People like you, who can do unusual things that other people can't." She gestured to the scaled around Stasya's face. "We've been tasked by various governments around the world, including Russia, to determine how and why you are able to do what you do, help you control your ability so that you don't accidentally hurt yourself or those around you, and hopefully find ways that your ability can be used to help others." She smiled. "I actually asked to be assigned to you. You see, I'm a biologist, so when I heard that you were a shapeshifter, well, I just had to see what you could do." Her smile turned slightly awkward. "I also minored in psychology while I was in college, I want to make sure you feel as comfortable as possible."
"Assigned?"
"Yes. Officially, I'm your "coach"," Kara said, making air quotes as she did so. "It's my job to help you learn and control what you can do, so we'll be spending a lot of time together. But," she smiled and leaned forward again, "what I'd really like, is to be your friend. I know all of this seems scary and strange, but I promise you, my top priority is to make sure that you're as happy and healthy as possible." A slight hopeful look appeared on her face. "Do you think that could happen, Stasya? Could we be friends?"
Again, Stasya remained silent. "When can I go home?"
For the first time, Kara's expression fell. "Ah. Right, that." She sighed again, looking off to the side. "I know why you want to go home. You're worried about your sister. But, until we know more about what you can do and how to control it, it's too dangerous for you to leave right now."
"Then can I at least talk to her?" Stasya cried, moving to edge of the chair. "I want to talk to Natali!"
For a moment, Kara looked genuinely sad, and just a little bit guilty. "That's the other thing." She bit her lip. "Stasya, I need you to believe me when I say this. I promise you it's the truth. We've tried to get in touch with your family. We really have." She sighed again. "But, the only time somebody answered, they hung up."
To say that Stasya was devastated was an understatement. A yawning pit of fear and horror opened up in her stomach, and again she felt that itching, burning sensation across her skin and scales. For a moment, Stasya thought she was going to be sick. "Please," she whispered, tears pooling in her eyes, "I have to go back."
Kara scooted forward in her chair, reaching out to tentatively place her hand on the weeping girl's knee. Stasya flinched away from the contact and retreated further into her chair. "I know you want to go back. But for the time being, you have to stay here. If you go back now, there's no telling what might happen." She smiled sympathetically. "Think of it this way. What if you go back, and then something happened, and you accidentally hurt Natali?"
A chill ran down Stasya's back so fast it was like someone had injected ice water directly into her spine. The fear that she had felt before was magnified ten-fold, and she wanted to burrow deeper into the chair.
However, as she looked at the other woman, that fear began to be replaced by a growing sense of outrage and disgust, and the itching in her skin moved to inside her teeth and fingers. How DARE they try to use Natali against her like that! How dare they try to use her sister to manipulate her. This... woman, had no idea what she been forced to endure, what she had had to do. She didn't even care that Kara had a point; if they had genuinely cared about her well-being, they would have let her see her sister before taking her to... wherever she was.
No, she was just an interesting science project to this woman. Unfortunately, she was right. Stasya couldn't take the chance that she might accidentally harm her sister. So, if they wanted to see what she could do, then she would play along. That, at least, she was good at by now. Fixing the most defeated expression on her face that she could, Stasya nodded. "Okay."
Kara smiled, reaching towards her again, then withdrew her hand. "Thank you, Stasya. I know this is hard for you. I promise, we'll keep trying. But for now, let's just focus on you, and maybe once you have better control over this, we'll see about trying to bring Natali here to see you, okay?"
Stasya had no doubt that the woman was lying through her teeth. In fact, she doubted that they had made much effort to reach her family. But, she simply nodded again, drawing her knees to her chest. "What happens now?"
"Now? Not much." Kara shrugged. "Honestly, this was mostly just a chance for you and I to meet and talk. I do need to take a blood sample from you though, so that our lab guys can see what your DNA tells us. Is that okay? Your ability really is fascinating."
Nodding, Stasya let her legs relax as she rolled up her sleeve. A thought occurred to her, and she looked at her "coach" as the woman retrieved a small kit and tied off a tourniquet over the scales on her upper arm. "Where did these clothes come from?"
Kara smiled as she ran her fingers along the inside of her elbow, gently flicking the skin. "I picked them out for you. I figured they might be a little more comfortable than that hospital gown you had before. Now, this might hurt just a little bit, so take deep breaths." Inserting the needle, she pulled back on the plunger, watching the syringe fill up with red blood. "I'm really looking forward to getting to know you better, Stasya."
I bet you are, Stasya thought to herself, biting her tongue as she looked away.
Gently pulling out the needle, Kara pressed a small cotton ball to the pinprick, holding it in place with a band-aid. "There we go, all done. That wasn't so hard, was it?" Placing the syringe of blood into her kit, she sat down and smiled again. "That's it. Unless you have any other questions you'd like answered now, you can head back to your room. I know that you don't know any English, which is going to make it a little hard for you to interact with the others, so as part of our sessions I could teach you. Would you like that?"
Stasya nodded. Being able to communicate with the others was definitely going to be helpful, especially if that Lyra girl needed help again. They'd gotten lucky with the wheelchair announcement and the translator, but Stasya wasn't going to rely on these people unless she absolutely had to. Because Kara was wrong about two things: they were not going to be friends, and Stasya was going to go home.
And when she did, they had better hope that her father hadn't laid so much as a finger on Stasya's baby sister. | Name: Stasya Volkov
Age: 16, December 21st, 1998
Gender: female (for now)
Sexuality: unknown
Appearance: Due to the potential extent of the subject’s powers, she may not possess a singular appearance. Currently, however,the subject possesses a “base form” of sorts. This form has the appearance of a fifteen year old girl, with pale-coloured skin, dark hair, and bright blue eyes. She stands at approximately 5’1”. Be advised, the subject has been seen to subconsciously adjust minor details of her appearance based on her emotional state.
Personality: Extended psychological evaluations have revealed that the subject is very compliant and meek, likely due to her past trauma. She is also easily agitated, particularly by close proximity to older males (see subject history for details). This makes her very dangerous, as her powers tend to reflexively activate when she is in distress. She has been seen to have frequent nightmares, though close proximity to a trusted individual appears to alleviate this.
History: Investigation of the subject’s previous life indicates that she came from a low income family. Born in Saratov, Russia, her father worked as a security guard, while her mother stayed at home with her and her little sister. Her father was also an abusive alcoholic. Starting at the age of 15, the subject was repeatedly raped by her drunken father over the course of a year, which appears to have been what triggered her powers; approximately two months after the subject’s 16th birthday she was found covered in what appeared to be scales, with no visible sexual characteristics. Subject was placed in the hospital upon discovery, and obtained shortly thereafter.
Power:
Adaptive Shape-shifting: Subject has demonstrated the ability to subconsciously make medium-scale alterations to her body in response to her emotional state and environment, such as minor alterations to her height, weight and density, epidermal alterations such has scales, fur growth and defensive weapons such as fangs, claws and spines (note: these are not particularly large or sharp). Observation has also revealed conscious minor-scale alterations such as hair colour, skin colour and eye colour. |
51,876 | 1,401 | 85 | 2,692 | 854 | Irina Ivanov
Testing Room to Gym
The examination was more verbal than Irina would have thought. Esmeralda had began with the basics such as full name and date of birth, and then they had ventured into Irina’s background. The first set of questions were very inoffensive. They held little to no importance in Irina’s eyes, but soon after, Esmeralda began touching deeper subjects such as her parent’s marriage and divorce, along with her relationship with both her dad and mom whether together or apart. Irina had hesitated on a few of them but decided that it would do no harm to tell the truth. If anything, it felt slightly relieving to be able to not carry the burden by herself. Esmeralda had been more than accepting of the stories that Irina told her, and soon enough the testing portion had turned into a psychology session for the young woman. No one had ever listened to her before or care about what kind of pain she was in. Even if this was for research to see how it would affect her mind, she did not care. She poured herself out just to be able to feel her chest lighten up and for her conscience to not feel as guilty.
”You’ve done an amazing job here, Irina. If I can be honest, I was worried that you would be not so forthcoming with the answers. Thank you.” Esmeralda gave Irina a warm smile and reached over to give her shoulder a small squeeze. Irina had merely nodded back to the older woman and looked over to the desk behind her, waiting for the more physical aspect of the session to take place.
”Now, I am not supposed to tell you this because I was told that this didn’t go as planned, but we are allowing a phone call home.” As the older woman spoke, her blue eyes became focused and weary, as if she was expecting a negative reaction from Irina. “What? Oh. What happened? Why aren’t you supposed to tell me that? Technical difficulties happen a lot where I am from.” Irina’s head tilted ever so slightly to the side as confusion made itself present not only in her mind but on her face as well. ”No, it has nothing to do with the technical stuff. It’s just that, we couldn’t get a hold of your mom.” Once again Esmeralda seemed a bit weary. For a second, Irina became even more confused, then quickly she realized what this meant and her green eyes filled with the disappointment and despair that she had felt earlier. “Oh-“ ”If you’d like we can try again here with you in the room?” Esmeralda had quickly interjected, probably trying to right the wrong that she thought they had made. One of many. “Um, no. No, it’s okay. I know where my mom is and she will not be answering. She never does.” Irina’s voice matched what her eyes portrayed as she shook her head ever so slightly. “May I go now?” Her gaze had fallen to the crook of her elbow where a band aide now covered the punctures of the needles. Esmeralda had hesitantly agreed and opened the door for her, speaking to Irina but nothing was heard. The emotions that ran through Irina’s head were far too strong to be ignored this time, and she let them flow freely through her.
Disappointment.
Anger.
Sadness.
Heart break.
Disillusionment.
Then anger, again.
Livid, actually, is how Irina felt. Tears sprang from her eyes and flowed down her cheeks as she thought how easily her mom must have given her up to these people. She probably sold her to them so she could get money and go waste it on alcohol and meth.
’This isn’t a research facility.. This is a mental institution’ Irina thought angrily as she made her way into her room. She sniffled a bit, trying to fix herself as she stepped in front of a mirror. She looked like a mess. A weak mess. Her eyes had become red as well as her cheeks from the anger. Strands of hair stuck to her wet face which caused her to remember the movie The Grudge. “Argh!” Irina quickly raised her hands to her face to wipe off the tears and pull her hair out of her face and up into a pony tail. She wanted to scream and throw everything that she found against glass just to hear the satisfying sound of something breaking. “How!!! The fuck!!! Did I!!! End up here!?!?!” Her voice was shrill as she screamed and walked away from the mirror, her hands balling up into fists as she went on her fit of rage.
Her eyes had caught sight of something that probably would have made her feel like a fool before. Her running shoes lay neatly by the side of her bed, which meant that she had been walking around in her socks the entire time. This didn’t pop into her head though. Irina quickly jumped into action and slid her shoes on before tying them tightly and storming out of the room.
’Esme said there was a gym in here.’
Irina’s eyes darted from sign to sign as she walked quickly down the hall until she found the room she was looking for. In the back of her mind, she had made a mental note that this gym was different from her gym back home. No actual gymnastics materials. It didn’t matter. Irina had bee-lined straight to a single punching bag in the back corner of the room. It didn’t matter to her whether she had gloves or tape on, Irina went ahead and threw the first few punches with everything she had, even a couple of kicks. She needed to not only release the anger that she felt but also feel something else. Anything. As long as it helped her momentarily forget her troubles at home and her current situation. | Name
Irina Ivanov
Age
December 3, 1998 (making her 17)
Gender
Female
Sexuality
Heterosexual
Height
5'5"
Weight
130 lbs
Appearance
Irina is of a fairly average height, standing at about 5'5" and weighing around 130 lbs. She has well defined curves that are accentuated by the clothes that she wears. She has muscle definition from her years of gymnastics back when she lived in Moscow. Her hair is a jet black color and falls in curls down to the middle of her back, when straight it's an A-line cut and falls a little more to the small of her back. Her skin is a fair, not too pale color, with a few freckles sprinkled over her nose and on the top of her cheeks. Her eyes are a vibrant emerald green surrounded by thick, long lashes. Irina has hardly ever worn make up and finds it annoying and useless.
History
Father being Russian, mother being Spaniard; Being an immigrant from a foreign country has helped shape Irina through out the years. She was born to a dysfunctional family. Her parents were hardly ever home, trying to work hard for Irina to have a better life than they did but because of that there was no communication and the parents ended up divorcing. Irina had stayed with her mother and moved to Spain trying to find somewhere where they could settle down for a while and live calmly. They finally did, after about five years, but by that time Irina was 10 and her abilities had become more persistent. The voices in her head would begin to overwhelm her more frequently and they would stay for longer periods of time. There were days that she could not handle the voices and got to the point where she’d either cry herself to sleep or the migraine would make her fall asleep. It was because of this reason that she was able to be ‘captured’, as she puts it, and taken away from her mother.
Power(s)
Telekinesis. Irina has the ability to manipulate objects with her mind, such as lifting a book and throwing it across a room, but on a slightly larger scale. That ability is not active at the moment though. It is dormant. Her active ability is telepathy. She doesn’t know it yet but she can hear what others are thinking all at once. She can not control the surge of voices that suddenly attack her, or the constant hushed murmurs that sometimes feel as a background noise in her head.
Weakness(s)
While Irina will be able to easily lift several small objects, larger objects will be more difficult to handle. For things any bigger than a human, Irina must concentrate as much as possible to be able to lift it without dropping it. Lifting other humans as well is rather difficult for her, seeing as how she does not trust herself to keep them safe. Another weakness would be that if too much mental exertion happens, internal injuries will happen. When it comes to telepathy, she can not just delve into others minds as some type of all powered being. If others want to keep certain thoughts ‘private’, she can not read or see them. To start with, Irina can only hear what people are presently thinking and that’s only because she can not control what she can or can not hear.
Personality
A bit of a reclusive person, Irina would technically classify as an introvert but she doesn't think so. She likes to be around others but enjoys just listening to conversations. She has a 'polite' look on her face that would make her seem approachable by others, yet as soon as she speaks it's another story. Irina is very stern and at times somewhat sarcastic when others get on her nerves. She, in some ways, can be very naive at times, not knowing much about the new country, only the town where she resides.
Even with this type of 'wall' that she has built, Irina is a caring person to those that win her heart. She has a soft spot for children and animals and strives to help either one. She also has a major soft spot for sweets. |
51,877 | 1,401 | 86 | 257 | 612 | URIEL ATTICUS - LOCATION: ROOM 8 (URIEL'S ROOM) TO GYM
The blood test passed without incident. Uriel never had any problems with needles. So long as he looked away and focused on something else while a metal tube was stuck into his flesh, he would be fine.
“We believe that your ability is to transmit a sort of wave that alters the amount of pain that an individual feels. We aren’t sure whether your power is affecting the nocireceptors or the somatosensory cortex but I’m sure we'll be able to determine this after some testing.”
Julia’s spiel was met with deadpan.
“I totally understood all of what you just said. Totally.”
Julia laughed and sighed. “I mean we don’t know if you are affecting pain nerves themselves or the part of the brain receiving the pain. We suspect the latter, considering the number you did on your classmates during that test.”
Oh, of course they knew about that. What a shocker.
“Thank you for being so co-operative. Here's your call to your family, as promised.” She handed him a tablet from her bag. Uriel eagerly snatched it.
“Tell me if you need anything, like books or clothes,” she said as she went through the door.
“Oh and one more thing. I hope that you don't plan on doing anything like that mirror stunt during your stay here. You’re a good kid and I don't want to see you get unjustly punished for something stupid.”
Uriel merely grinned.
“Ha, ‘something stupid’. That's what my ex-girlfriend called me all the time.”
Julia smiled exasperatedly and prepared to leave.
“A medical encyclopaedia would be nice! And pyjamas!” he shouted after her.
Julia wordlessly flashed him a thumbs up as she headed out.
Uriel’s expression turned back to neutral, then to nervous as he fiddled with the tablet.
“Help me out here, guys,” Uriel whispered before turning the tablet on. He took some deep breaths to calm his beating heart and slowly eased his face into an easy-going smile as the dial tone rang.
The image on the screen showed his mother in a high class, well-lit space, no doubt the penthouse suite of some fancy European hotel. Which conference were they at again? There were too many to keep track of, and honestly Uriel had stopped caring when he hit the age of thirteen.
“Uriel, honey! Are you ok? Did they hurt you?” the chestnut-haired woman asked frantically.
Uriel laughed, genuinely for once.
“You mean apart from the kidnapping? Yeah, everything’s pretty great. You should see this place, it’s crazy cool!”
They chatted like that for a long while, with the elder Atticus firing off questions about his health and Uriel responding with light-hearted quips. Dad Atticus was at a lunch with investors and unfortunately couldn’t be there (not that he would have contributed much anyway), The subject of special abilities was briefly brought up but immediately dismissed as if there was another silent level of conversation that made it clear that it was not to be mentioned. Yes, everything was fine. It almost felt normal until...
“Haha yeah, I just hope they let me out in time for Christmas. I still owe Uncle Jim that rematch. He won’t be taking the Atticus Air Hockey Champion’s Trophy three years in a row!”
And there it was. As soon as he mentioned being let out, Joanne Nicholson-Atticus’ hearty façade shattered. Her slight flinch was quickly concealed by her public speaking experience as CEO. But Uriel saw it. It was more than just a betrayal. It was the disintegration of any semblance of hope that he had managed to hold on to since his kidnapping. He would not get out of this place, not soon and maybe not ever. He wouldn’t get to laugh with his friends or play a mobster in his school’s musical production or get yelled at for running in the halls. He wouldn’t get to help his buddy Matt serenade his crush to ask her to Formal or get to prank the underclassmen on Muck Up Day. He would never get to truly live. And his parents knew! And they were fine with it! Hurt and outrage seared through his being but were quickly smothered by the numbness he felt in regards to anything referring to his absent parents. In a way...he wasn’t surprised. That was perhaps the worst part.
“Well, I’m sure that if you behave yourself and don’t act like you did when you lost last Christmas, we’ll see you soon enough,” she smiled without a trace of guilt.
Damn liar.
“He totally had it coming, Mum! Plus it was revenge for what he did at Lisa’s baptism that year, not ‘cos I’m a sore loser or anything!” he mock-whined.
This farce was getting tedious to maintain.
“Say, didn't ya have a big speech to give soon? I don't wanna keep you from anything.”
“Oh, I can't believe you actually remembered this time! Yes, it's in a few hours but contacting you was my first priori-”
“You should be practicing now, not talking to me! This is really big for the company!”
“Yes, but-”
“We can always catch up later. You only get to announce this new collaboration once, right?”
Come on, just go already.
She sighed. “I suppose so. You get off easy this time but mark my words, you're gonna tell me all about what you’ve been up to!”
“Alright, alright! See you later.”
He carelessly tossed the tablet onto the bedside table after hanging up and exited the room. He needed a bloody walk. Uriel headed in the opposite direction of the cafeteria this time, seeking to explore the rest of his prison. Huh, now that was a swanky looking gym. Numerous ellipticals and cycling machines were arranged in neat rows. The well lit decor would have made the place a lovely area to work out in on any other day, but now it just reminded him of stark white laboratories and evil scientists. Uriel perused the room, trying to pick a machine that would work him hard enough to quell the loneliness and despair he was trying to ignore again. There was a girl at the back of the room, viciously pounding on a punching bag. She seemed fucking piiiissssseedd.
Heh, I feel ya, sister.
Uriel ignored her as he walked past. He wasn’t in the mood for conversation. But then he was struck with that feeling again, the sensations that weren't his own. The feeling blossomed outwards from the girl’s fists. Upon further inspection, he identified her as the upset girl who was in the cafeteria. The angry one at the presentation, well, one of the angry ones. And she was seriously mangling her hands.
“Woah there mate, you’re seriously gonna mangle your hands if you keep going at it like that!” | Name: Uriel Atticus
Age: 17, born March 26, 1998
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Pansexual
History:
Rich, handsome and smart, Uriel was born with it all. His parents were extremely doting; Uriel got whatever he wanted as an apology for their constant absences in his life. He grew up in the lap of luxury but rather than becoming snobbish, he was eager to share his wealth with his peers. Constantly breezing through life thanks to his natural gifts was too boring.
The first occurrence of his power was during a particularly difficult math test. He was concentrating more than usual and didn’t notice how everyone else in the room was quite uncomfortable and struggling through their own tests. Afterwards, his classmates complained about their headaches during the test period. One girl even threw up. Uriel was completely fine though. However, Uriel was unable to put two and two together and is still unaware of his abilities.
As for how he was kidnapped…some clearly suspicious individuals in suits and sunglasses were standing around in town. Uriel went up to say “Heya” and offer directions (they seemed to be looking for something). They seemed pretty alarmed for some reason ("Aw come on guys, I don't bite!"). He offered to ride shotgun in the black jeep with blacked out windows ("Woah, snazzy car!") and lead them wherever they needed to go. He never saw the syringe coming.
Power:
Pain manipulation - Uriel’s ability allows him to manipulate the biology of living things to trigger exaggerated responses to damaging stimuli. The effect of his ability varies on the person’s mental fortitude and pain threshold. His maximum radius of effect is unknown for now. There must be a trigger at first for his ability to work. For example, if someone is drinking a slushie, Uriel can make them have a brainfreeze. If someone gets shoved, Uriel can make the area shoved feel like a bullet has hit them. Whether he’s manipulating nocireceptors or the somatosensory cortex is unknown.
Currently, the most that he can do is trigger minor headaches within a small radius of about five meters. He is unaware of his power and can use it involuntarily.
Personality:
A magnificently generous and loving individual…is what Uriel sees himself as. While not entirely untrue, Uriel’s bloated ego and flamboyant personality leaves something to be desired when it comes to his altruism. His entire mindset revolves around “noblesse oblige”. Uriel really is a decent fellow but the execution of his good intentions can be quite grating to some and has landed him in trouble more than a few times. He sees himself as a handyman of sorts; if you’ve got a problem he’ll find a solution, don’t worry about the means or costs or nothin’. Because of his varied experiences and no lack of resources, Uriel has picked up a few skills ranging from carpentry to acting to basic skill levels in several instruments.
While being quite academically intelligent (he can get above average grades without even studying), when it comes to people Uriel is pretty gullible. He always tries to see the best in people. This, when paired with his eagerness to help, makes him very easy to persuade or take advantage of. Fortunately, his friends are usually there to fend off people with questionable intentions.
Uriel appears quite charismatic to those who do not know him well. His confidence and friendly personality makes it easy for him to persuade and befriend. Those who have known him for longer than a month think of him as a well-intentioned dork and exasperatedly put up with his many escapades.
His way of speaking is quite poetic and dramatic. He has a tendency to go off on a tangent and make long monologues. |
51,878 | 1,401 | 87 | 69 | 678 | Once the rest of the captives went off to meet their coaches, Lyra sat where she was, looking around and feeling awkward. Since Stasya had been taken away, she had no one to help her find her coach. She bit her lip, folding her hands in her lap. She was one of the few people present who was using a wheelchair. Her coach would surely know of her affliction. Perhaps...
"Lyra?"
The man strode over to her once she met his gaze. He was young, and had short, dark hair. He was also fairly attractive. Lyra felt herself blushing as he stopped in front of her, adjusting his glasses before holding out a hand for her to shake. "My name's Nathan," he said, "I'll be your coach."
"Nice to meet you," Lyra said perfunctorily. Nathan moved behind her and began pushing her wheelchair. They traveled in silence, with Lyra staring at her hands, which were folded in her lap. Once they had arrived in the room she'd awoken in, Nathan gently picked her up and set her on the bed.
"I know you mean well," she began, recalling the words she'd come up with on the way here. "But I really think I don't belong here. I'm sick... I don't have any powers." Of course, she didn't believe there were superpowers at all. But it would be far too rude - too needlessly hostile - to call them out on the lie. Better to play along.
"Actually, it's the other way around," said Nathan, taking a chair beside her. "You're not sick - the weakness you've been dealing with your whole life is a manifestation of your power. Our technology doesn't make mistakes. Your strength returns in the dark, right? That's because you have an affinity for darkness. Light, on the other hand, is a sort of weakness of yours."
Lyra bit her lip. "But you're negating our powers somehow, right?" she asked. "So shouldn't I be able to walk around like normal?"
"Some of us thought you would be," said Nathan, frowning. "Others... well, I guess they were right. Whatever your power did to your body, it left some sort of lasting damage."
"So I am sick," said Lyra, struggling to keep her irritation invisible. "I don't see the point in studying this 'power'. It doesn't do me any good; it's just a burden."
"Our devices say otherwise. You should be able to do quite a bit more than you have so far with your ability. Your whole life, the darkness has manipulated you. It should be possible for you to turn the tables."
"Prove it," said Lyra bossily. Then, her cheeks blazed. A lady of her stature was not supposed to behave some boorishly to a man she barely knew!
But Nathan grinned. "All in good time. For now, we have tests to do. At the moment, all that will involve is taking a little of your blood. I trust you've grown accustomed to the process."
Lyra glared, but her out her left arm obediently. As much as she wanted to refuse, she knew that she couldn't stop her captors from doing what they wanted to her. So she would endure the process, as she had a hundred times before.
After fiddling with his instruments, Nathan approached with a needle in hand. Lyra clenched her jaw and shut her eyes, as she always did. It took Nathan an oddly long time to slide the needle into her arm - just when she was about to open her eyes to see what was the matter, that familiar pinch stung her, and shrill sound of surprise escaped her lips. She didn't open her eyes again until the pain was mostly gone, and she felt a bandage being placed over the vein that had been broken.
Restraints had been placed on her ankles, tethering her to the bed.
"How d-"
Nathan held up a hand, smiling a little. "We know you must be scared and worried. We can't have you hurting yourself falling out of bed in a misguided attempt to escape. You'll be safer this way." He pulled a sealed envelop out of his pocket. "You may have noticed that I was already aware of your habit of closing your eyes when you get a shot. I only have that knowledge because someone gave it to me. Someone whose opinion I think you'd value."
He placed the letter on her lap. it was addressed to her in a precise, minimalist handwriting she recognized as her father's.
"I'll be back for you later," said Nathan, making for the door and shutting it behind him. Lyra fumbled with the paper, tearing the envelop open in small motions. Once she extracted the letter, she scanned it over, heart sinking. Once she had digested its bitter contents, she tore it and half and threw it away with all the might she could muster - which propelled it only halfway across the bed. Sobbing dryly, Lyra threw herself backward and stared at the ceiling.
There was no mistaking the author of the letter - everything from its word choice to the structure of the sentences dripped with father's pretentiousness. Yet she didn't want to believe what she had read. There was no way her parents would buy into this superpower nonsense... no way they would leave their only daughter in the hands of an organization she'd never heard of. Yet father told her to do as she was told in his letter. He claimed she would come to thing of her time here as an investment. But she knew better. Father kept everything he valued close to him. If he had placed her here, then he had decided that the best use for his daughter was to be a lab rat.
He was probably one of the organization's backers.
Tears rolled down Lyra's cheeks as she lay helpless on the bed. They had never really cared about her, had they? In their eyes, she was just defective, a liability. For the longest time, she thought their aloofness was born of shame at being unable to help her, but, clearly, she had been wrong.
And, now, she was alone, a prisoner to be tinkered with by some researchers. Lyra clenched her weak fists, tried to focus all her anger into that one motion. Everyone was awful! Everyone was a TRAITOR! And there was nothing - nothing at all! - that she could do about it. If only she really did have superpowers, then perhaps things would be different! She would make them pay - she would kill them all!
Yet she did not. She was nothing but a weak little girl. So she wept, alone, quivering with fear at the question of what would happen next. | Name: Lyra Mistly
Age: 16 (Birthday: October 28th 1999)
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Appearance:
History: Lyra should have had it all. She was born to rich parents, excelled in school, and was one of the most sought after girls at her school. But she was robbed of it, all because of a disease she was born with that the doctors couldn't diagnose.
Her parents flew her all over the country trying to figure it out, yet none of them knew what afflicted her. The disease drained her of most of her strength, made even walking across the street an exhausting chore. Yet it did nothing else. On an examination table, nothing appeared wrong with her. The doctors prescribed her many pills, yet every one of them was ineffective. The weakness persisted.
Eventually, her parents gave up. They coddled her, protected her, but could not free her from her affliction. So she went through life excluded from the other children's games at school. Even when they played inside, she was kept separate from them out of fear that they would accidentally hurt her. So she decided that she liked being alone, that she needed no friends. She would stay inside, reading, playing games, doing whatever she had to to avoid dwelling on her condition.
Yet, one night, when she was 15, all of that changed. She woke up in the middle of the night and found that she could walk. Though she ran around the mansion all night, she never grew tired. Not until the sun began to rise.
She was abducted before she could find out more than that her strength returned in the darkness.
Power: Lyra can manipulate shadows and darkness. However, her powers work only when there is little light, and the deeper the darkness, the stronger she is. When she is in the light her powers fade and her physical strength returns to her normal, feeble levels. |
51,879 | 1,401 | 88 | 1,000 | 1,301 | Nikolai Arkaden
Auditorium/Testing Room
Nikolai wanted to argue more with the translator, he understood the Russian government only cared for a select few of its citizens. He grumbled and watched as people went to their assigned coaches, he saw Irina walk off and shrugged it off. If he let on that she was a friend they could use that against him. After some of the coaches left he noticed one woman beaming at him. She was a very short woman. She was plump too, he almost laughed. She was going to be the woman to rein him in. Her brown hair fell in a carefully trimmed bowl around her face which made her seem like an acorn. She held a clip board over her chest and had a light smile on her face, which created dimples in her already red face. Nikolai walked up to her and looked down at her with his arms crossed, she was hardly taller than a 10 year old. The woman's teeth were immaculately white, they looked as if they'd been soaked in bleach.
"Я думаю Вы говорите по-русски?" Nikolai asked grumpily.
(I geuss you speak Russian?)
"Я говорю на многих языках г-н Luzchezke, один из которых происходит на русском языке. Мое имя - Бэки Tomkins, я буду Ваш автобус и будет проводить тесты на вашем основных показателей жизнедеятельности." She said in flawless Russian.
(I speak many languages Mr. Luzchezke, one of which happens to be Russian. My name is Doctor Becky Tomkins, I'll be your coach and will conduct tests on your vitals.)
Nikolai eyed the woman, she was happy for whatever reason. And her happiness made him even more grumpy. She gestured for him to follower her and the pair exited the auditorium and walked to the testing rooms. Nikolai was told to sit and did as he was told. He was exhausted, and undoubtedly jet-lagged. His ribs still hurt and he had a headache that could warrant being sedated. Quickly the idea of being sedated was pushed out of his mind, he didnt want to be a government plaything. He watched as the doctor prepared a needle and asked for his arm. He was reluctant to give it to her then she rolled a stool over and sat in it. She grabbed his arm and he ripped it away from her, he sat up and readied to give her a fight. She simply had a disappointment look on her face.
"Я знаю вы не боитесь игл, с тем чтобы дать мне руку, я не собираюсь к Вам больно." She spoke, her tone like she was addressing a child.
(I know you're not afraid of needles so give me your arm, I'm not going to hurt you.)
Nikolai sighed and set his arm at his side with the elbow pit up. She wiped his skin with a small cotton square and inserted the needle, he didnt have a problem with it but it was annoying to be handled like a child. After she finished drawing blood she grabbed her clipboard, she proceeded to ask him a set of questions.
"If you dont mind I think you can answer these questions in English?" She asked with a kind smile, like a mother trying to urge her child to practice tying his shoes.
"Fine," Nikolai said looking at the woman dead on, his eyes conveyed murderous intent.
"I know your name is Nikolai Luzchezke, given to you by the Luzchezke Orphanage. Green eyes, black hair, 5 foot 10 inches. Decorated in many tattoos." She put a disapproving tone behind her last sentence, "With a lack of medical history it's difficult to guess what triggered your powers."
She marked some boxes on her clip board then whipped her head up, "I almost forgot you get a phone call!"
Nikolai looked at her angrily. He was fighting the urge to shout in her face but kept quiet, letting his eyes convey the obvious distaste he had for her. She understood the problem a moment later and cleared her throat. She finished up her questioning and leaned back on her stool.
"So do you have any questions for me?" She asked.
"How do you expect to coach this?" Nikolai said putting a hand to his chest, "It just happens, no control. No sign before happening, I just am here then there."
"I intend on testing your responses to various things, seeing if emotions, or stimulus can get your ability to trigger. Then from there we can narrow it down to an exact response and have it so you can control it. Anything else?"
Nikolai shook his head and was ushered back to his quarters, room 9. He walked inside, not bothering to lock the door, it was a very nice room. Nicer than any room he'd ever stayed in, he knew deep down it wasnt his home but he liked it. It was clean and smelled nice. He looked around and tried to see if any of his things had been brought here as well. Nothing. He was going to need some clothing, he and his current clothes hadnt been washed in three days. He shrugged off his leather vest and then tossed it onto the bed. He pulled off his boots and then his jeans and boxers before walking into the bathroom. He was confused mildly by the modern style shower handle then found a way to make the water heat up. He liked having a steamy shower, it was the only way to get the gel out of his hair. As he waited for the shower to reach his desired heat he looked at himself in the mirror, muscular but not ripped. He flexed his chest and watched as the tattoos on his chest bulged. He especially liked the tattoo in the center of his chest, it was a cartoon heart with a dagger through it. Ribbons encircled it and they read 'Love is Hell'. The dagger itself had the name 'Alicia' written on the blade. He leaned close to the mirror and checked on his dragons, the left one only being recently finished with the skin still somewhat raw. He saw steam crowding around the mirror and climbed into the shower, the hot water hit his skin and he smiled. He began singing a slow Russian folk song, 'Gori, gori moya zvezda' written by Ivan Rebroff. The song required a loud voice but he didnt mind being loud, this was the only song he knew that could be sung without music. He sang loud and proudly as his mohawk was taken down around his head. Falling victim to the water and steam it slowly became a stream of hair running down the side of his head. | Name: Lucie Valentine
Nickname: Luce
Age: 16
Birthday: November 6th, 1999
Gender: Female
Sexual orientation: Heterosexual
Height: 5’8”
Weight: 120 lbs
Special characteristics: None.
Appearance: While Lucie might not come across as the most approachable of people at first glance what with her perpetually bored expression and closed off posture, she certainly does present an eye catching picture.
Styled in an asymmetrical bob and dyed a vibrant, flame red; her hair strikes a vivid contrast with her pale skin and dark clothing. Her long, wispy lashes are darkened with mascara and her large eyes are usually accentuated with black eyeliner in an attempt to make the otherwise unremarkable grey of her irises stand out. Silver studs and small hoops follow the curve of her delicate ears, five in her left and three in her right. All this makes her look a fair bit older than she actually is.
The girl exudes the illusion of effortless grace; her long legs and willowy frame further lending credence to this. However, this illusion of elegance only holds for about as long as she remains still. Having gone through an unexpected growth spurt, she’s suddenly unsure and entirely awkward about her body as the next teenage girl.
Personality: Raised by her aunt after the tragic death of her parents, Lucie has grown up to be cynical and more than a little bit spoiled. For someone so young, she’s got quite a bit of vitriol towards the world. It's honestly a wonder she hasn’t toppled over from the massive chip on her slender shoulders. She isn’t above weaponizing the tragedy of her past to evoke guilt in her pushover of a guardian and get her way in the end; which should be a clear enough picture as to how she goes through life. And when the going gets tough, she uses her past as a shield behind which to hide from the problem.
Lucie is alarmingly unmotivated, even for a teenager. Rather than a case of laziness, she simply shows no concern for her future, content to let life just pass her by. Much to her aunt’s dismay, no amount of coaxing or strictness would snap her out of it.
However, for all her facade of disinterest and boredom, Lucie is quite aware of her surroundings and her peers. She pays attention to the goings on of those around her, often surprising them when she speaks up. Of course, as she has a tendency for sarcasm - and due to her acerbic tongue - most of these comments aren’t exactly well received. She’s also prideful enough that sometimes, she fails to see past her albeit very pretty nose - and god forbid she ever admits to being wrong. Lucie is extremely opinionated on certain subjects and doesn’t hesitate to let them be known. She’s quick to take offense and slow to forgive, leaving her with a scant few friends.
Lucie’s English carries a French accent to her words, being a native Parisian and all.
Likes:
Lucie is borderline obsessed with fantasy novels - The Forgotten Realms, Harry Potter, and Dragon Age being a few of her favorites. She can talk about it for hours on end if she isn’t stopped.
Drawing, though she prefers to hide behind the anonymity of the internet while showing off her work.
Obsessive drinker of fine teas.
Sylvester, her lovebird. He's magnificent and superior to all other animals, in her opinion.
Dislikes:
Food in general, fish being particularly offensive. As an extremely picky eater with an abysmal appetite to go with it, Lucie would avoid food if it was at all possible.
Schoolwork; Lucie hates school and puts in only as much effort as to ensure she doesn't flunk out of her classes.
Lucie doesn't like flowers since they remind her of funerals and her time spent in a hospital, when she got tons of those as condolences and well wishes.
Skills:
Proficient in digital art and decent enough in traditional ink sketches, Lucie earns a fair bit of pocket change through her commissions and has a decent sized follower base.
Knows how to swear in French, Tevene, Qunlat, Nilfgaardian and ancient Elvhen.
Knack for perfectly mimicking accents once she hears enough of it.
Making people feel uncomfortable by being tactless on purpose, and with her scathing remarks.
Fears:
As a child, Lucie had an incident involving an upturned canoe and nearly drowned as a result. The experience has left her deathly afraid of water in large quantities.
Hospitals have always been a source of fear and trepidation for her, bringing to mind at least a dozen horrible scenarios of what could go wrong. Her time admitted to one after the car crash served to make it even worse, if that was possible.
Snakes. Squirmy, scaly, slithery beasts that are the embodiment of horror in Lucie's eyes. This might have to do with the fact that she watched a - highly unrealistic, but still terrifying in her mind - movie marathon about killer snakes.
An inexplicable (and rather embarrassing) fear of hers is the paranormal. Lucie has never been strong in the face of horror movies and novels, but anything about the paranormal leaves her torn between hiding under her blankets and keeping a vigilant watch on every little shadow and rustle.
History: Born to Allison and Laurent Valentine, Lucie was a surprise, but not an unwelcome one. The family had their ups and downs but she had a normal and happy childhood. Well, as normal a childhood as one could have with a semi-famous model for a father and a makeup artist in early retirement as a mother. Still, they loved their daughter and doted on her at every point. She was their perfect little angel, after all.
Of course, life rarely gives us perfect happiness.
The little girl who was taught to be dependent on her parents for every little thing suddenly found herself quite alone and entirely devastated when they died in a car crash some time after her seventh birthday.
Lucie's aunt took over guardianship and attempted to care for her traumatized and injured charge the best she could. She walked on eggshells around the girl and couldn't find it in her heart to ever be strict with the poor little thing despite the doctor's recommendations. As a result, Lucie grew up to be tremendously spoiled.
Superpower: Selective Intangibility.
Theoretically, Lucie possesses the ability to render herself intangible, allowing her to pass through matter and energy completely unharmed while at the same time being tangible to interact with what she wishes to. At the heart of it, this power stems from spatial manipulation, manipulating the planes of existence on a relatively small level as the ability can only extend to herself and inanimate objects she is in contact with. It also allows her the capability to disrupt organic matter and electronics by passing through them. An added benefit is that she can camouflage herself to perfectly blend in with her environment.
Weaknesses: Selective intangibility is exactly what is sounds like, rendering her abilities rather limited as to what she can do. Her intangibility can only extend to relatively small objects, and she needs to be in contact with them for it to work. Becoming completely tangible while inside a solid object would injure her, and might even kill her, depending on the molecular structure of said object. While her passing through them would completely damage or disrupt electronics, the most it can do to an organic is to knock them out for a while. Her camouflage ability takes a lot of concentration and is only perfect for as long as she remains still. Once she starts moving, its difficult to constantly keep adjusting her camouflage and she isn't impossible to spot by the slight distortions. |
51,880 | 1,401 | 89 | 1,142 | 1,144 | Arthur Ragnarson
Room 15/Pool
From his room Arthur could hear the sounds of others returning to their rooms, it was clear the first session was to be a short introductory one. While he had his concerns, and the involvement of his father made him even more wary, he knew that the inmates' best option was to carry on cooperating with their captors. That was, at least, until another option presented itself. It was a tempting idea to let their powers develop and then try and break out but the scientists had the nullifier; it wouldn't go as well as some had tried to imply earlier.
And they have cameras everywhere, I bet. It'll be difficult to coordinate with the others to surprise them. I guess it's just the status quo for now.
Arthur rolled his shoulders, feeling the itch to exercise as he often did when unsure where to go next. For him it was like preparing for the unexpected, keeping in the best physical condition he could so that he was ready for anything. However, he didn't feel like going to the gym. He needed time to think and pumping weights was pretty exhausting and wouldn't give him the time.
There was a pool, wasn't there?
As he suspected, the wardrobe in the room contained a change of clothes, not his own but in a similar style (it was mildly creepy to what extent they had researched the inmates) but no swimming shorts. It seemed unusual for the place, so well thought out, not to have clothes for the pool so he ventured that way anyway and found locker rooms inside, one for men and one for women. The lockers were labelled and had towels, swimming shorts and goggles inside.
After a quick change and a brief shower he ventured into the pool, feeling the warmth of the heated water filling up the room. No one else was there yet but each person coped with their stress in different ways; it wouldn't surprise him to find some staying in their rooms while others went to the games room.
Arthur dived into the pool and began swimming lengths, letting his mind go blank as he focussed on stroke after stroke, losing himself in the simple joy of physical exertion. | Arthur Ragnarson
Age: 17, born 11th October 1998
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual/Bi-Romantic
Appearance
Arthur is above average height, standing at 5' 11", is broad shouldered and has a strong build from years of playing a variety of sports. Ever since he stopped growing, in the last year or so, he has undergone physical training under the instruction of a tutor to enhance his potential as a sportsman and athlete. As such he is well toned and has a habit of beginning every morning early with a round of intense exercise.
He is naturally pale skinned but has a long-term tan from his frequent outdoors activities and has very pale hair, blond almost to the point of being white-haired. His eyes are a turquoise colour, bright and warm, with an intensity that could be unnerving if it were not for the relaxed air that surrounds their owner.
History
Arthur was born and bred in Southern England of the United Kingdom. His father was a successful accountant to the wealthy in London, often away for weeks or even months at a time while his mother had worked as a lawyer before Arthur came along. After that she retired but still received a sizeable income after inheriting controlling shares of a large stationary company built up by her grandfather.
Ever since Arthur can remember his mother has been mentally unstable and it supposedly only got worse after giving birth to him. Arthur's father never said a thing but it was clear he put a great deal of blame on his son and, although he provided an extraordinarily privileged upbringing, there was no love in the relationship. When the option for going to a boarding school arose Arthur was shipped off before he even knew what was happening and ever since has rarely returned home and even then only for a brief period of time.
As one might expect with such wealth in the family, Arthur had access to the most expensive tutors and trainers with a great deal of expectation thrust upon the only child in the family. His strong academic performance was matched with an array of athletic and other sporting awards and it was inevitable that he was given multiple scholarships to Eton, the most expensive and prestigious school in the country. Here he brushed shoulders with the offspring of former Prime Ministers and other leading politicians, the children of the richest and most powerful businessmen and women and even the occasional Royal (although not any heirs to the throne, of course).
Over the years he learned to enjoy his time away from home and his family and became very independent. A lot of his spare time was spent with various sports team (specifically the badminton, rugby and athletic clubs) and the rest was in the expansive libraries his affluent schools opened to their pupils.
It was during one of these spells in the quiet library that he was seized by the programme's operatives and secreted out to a waiting vehicle, the librarian conveniently called away to an emergency elsewhere.
Power: Accelerated healing.
It was during a rugby game that Arthur first had a clue to his power's existence. A high tackle wrenched his left shoulder out of its socket but his coach forced it back in as there was no sub to take his place and cancelling a game due to injury would forever be a blight upon the school's record. The next few scrums put additional pressure on the shoulder until his collar bone fractured just as the game ended.
Once at hospital it was found the injury had begun to mend already and he constantly exceeded his doctor's time frames for the recovery process to the point of it being abnormal. |
51,881 | 1,401 | 90 | 1,182 | 1,252 | Myriam Cassedy
Location: Auditorium ~ Testing Room
Interactions: Only with her coach
Myriam watched with fear, confusion, curiosity and a slight anger as the others went willingly with their coaches. She wasn't angry about them going with these people, she would obey too! Esepcially after seeing that one girl being taken away after yelling something to the people in Russian. She was scared. But the arms around her waist made it slightly better. She held Mayuri in her arms as she young girl held onto her. She didn't want to let her go, she feared that she would break apart if she had no one to hold onto.
But the moment came soon in which she had to let the girl go. And surprisngly, Mayuri seemed to either recognise the woman that appreached her or see something in her that reminded her of something or someone. Her face looked as though she was seeing a ghost and for a moment Myriam wanted to pull her behind her and protect her with her whole body. But then Mayuri already stood up and let go of her waist, leaving Myriam to feel cold without the warmth of her arms and very scared, and went willingly and with an expecting look on her face with the stranger. Of course Myriam had seen the others go with them without blinking an eye too, but she was still confused on why Mayuri would seem so... so... not-scared all of a sudden. The blonde felt very alone and wished she could dive under water once again. When the girl turned to wave to her though, it put a smile onto her face. She waved back and watched her leave. She would see her again, she was sure of it.
One by one the teenagers were taken away and no one made a scene for it. Soon enough her name was called out. "Myriam Riley Cassedy?" The female voice sounded melodic in a weird way. She couldn't really tell what it was. It had a feeling of hot summer sun, but strangly enough paired with the noise a campire made inthe silence of a dead night.
When Myriam looked to see who the voice belonged to she saw a rather young woman - she couldn't have been older than 27? or 29 maybe? - who looked somewhat ?Latina. She had a slightly darker skin, but Myriam couldn't tell where she could be from. Not that it mattered. The woman had her brown hair in a messy bun, strays of hair were hanging in her face but it didn't seem to bother her. She wore normal jeans and a t-shirt with a light jacket thrown over it. She didn't seem to care for a labcoat. In her hand she was holding a clipboard and was playing with a pen, making it click every now and then while waiting for Myriam to stand up. Her fingers made her seem impatient, the way she clicked the pen and held onto the clipboard as though she couldn't wait to fill it out and ask her questions, but her face was showing nothing but patience.
Myriam stood up off her seat without really noticing what she was doing. Step by step she went down the rows of chairs and walked towards the woman. "Please follow me, Myriam", she said and offered her a small smile before turning and making her way out of the auditorium. Myriam followed like a lost puppy.
They walked through the hallways and Myriam didn't even consider remembering the way, she was way too confused with the effect the woman seemed to have on her. After what felt like twenty minutes - but really only was two - she opened a door and walking inside with the girl. It was looking like some kind of office, but not too business like. There was a wooden desk with a tablet lying on it and a chair behind it. Papers where spread all over it, pencil were lying carelessly on the edge and a mug half full with what could have been coffee stood on a thick book. There were two other chairs in the room; armchairs in a cream color standing a little closer to the wall, half-way facing each other and half-way being turned to face the middle of the room. There was a wooden drawer behind the table and chair, three metallic cupboards with frosted-glass-doors sported one of the four walls and showed tiny locks on them that clearly needed a key for opening.
"Please sit." The woman waved her hand at one of the two armchairs and Myriam sat in the one that was closer to the door. The woman sat in the other one, crossed her legs and looked at her with a smile. "Myriam, it is nice to meet you." The campfire whisper beneath the obvious hot summer sun tone was irritating her. Why was this woman feeling so odd to her? "My name is Vera Solano." Myriam nodded. "I am here to help you get through this all. I get that this really sucks for all of you and none of is in the slightest way easy. I want you to know that you can always come to me with concerns or questions." No it was anything else but easy. Myriam stayed silent. "I will be your coach, helping you understand what is going on and how to gain control over your special ability."
"I don't have an ability." Myriam looked at her seriously. "I get that you heard that a lot and probably have a monologue prepared for it. But I don't wanna hear it. In fact, I don't wanna hear any of it. Just leave me alone." She wanted nothing more than to curl up in the chair and hide her face. She didn't feel well at all sitting here. Or even better, dive under water and stay there until her head was free again.
"You're right, I do get that answer a lot. And every time I say the same thing. You do have an ability, Myriam. And we will both figure it all out. For now, we don't have to talk about it if you don't want to." Vera's voice suddenly didn't feel like a summer sun anymore. It was more of a wave... a wave that was coming into the shore and hitting her legs with coldness while she stood in the ocean in the autumn. In a good, relaxing way it was cold and stung on her skin. Myriam nodded. She didn't wanna talk about anything.
"There are some basic things we need to go over, but it is nothing hard. Just some information." She turned to her clipboard and read the facts about Myriam, such as her full name, date of birth, birth place, gender, parent's names. Myriam only nodded at all of it, it was all correct. Then the woman put her clipboard aside. "That was all we need to do. If you would allow me, I would take a blood sample, just to be on the safe side." But Myriam shook her head. She didn't want this woman to touch her right now or insert a needle and take blood. She didn't want all this. Vera nodded at her. "I have to ask you something, Myriam. It's not gonna be easy." Her voice was full of empathy and Myriam braced herself for what was to come. She looked at her and silently gave her permission to ask. "Have you seen a doctor in regarding of what happened?"
How... How could she know? She didn't tell anyone!! She didn't even say it out loud! She didn't even talk to anyone about anything since... Well she did after she was kidnapped, but not about it! Myriam felt tears in her eyes and she started to shake slightly.
"It's okay." Another wave hit her bare legs as she stood in the cold ocean water. "Nothing will happen to you here. I would like to check you out physically after what happened to you. We don't have to do it now, though I will have to recommend it. The sooner, the better. I will not force it on you. You are free to go for now. Please mentally prepare for the procedure, we will have to do it. And next time, I would like to draw some blood from you as well. Okay?" She waited a while but Myriam did not give an answer. She was still shaking. "If you need anything, contact me. For now, you have a call. In your room lies a device for a video chat with your father, if you want to accept it just slide the lock screen and it will do the call for you."
They sat a while in silent. Vera looking at Myriam with absolutely no judgement in her eyes and Myriam shaking and feeling miserable. After a long while the girl asked to go to her room and Vera showed her the way, bringing her all the way up to her room door. She felt grateful for that. Myriam would have never managed to find the way herself, even if the hallway would have been only a corner away.
After arriving in her room, Myriam had sat on the bed, feeling too weak to stand. She had taken the tablet onto her lap and imagined her father's face appearing on the now black screen. His voice sounding through the speaker-slot of the device. Thirty minutes she sat there and looked at the screen, before she finally put it down and left her room. She followed the way she had walked the first time she had left her room in this facility and landed in the indoor pool room like she did before the meeting in the auditorium had started.
Myriam had a tunnel vision, she could not see anything or even hear anyhting at her current state, she only saw the water so silent and inviting. She took straight towards it, walking slowly but directly at the pool. Not a second did it cross her mind that there could be a swimsuit or bikini for her somewhere, not a second did it cross her mind that she could possibly change here somewhere, and not even did it cross her mind that someone else might be here or might come in and see her. For right now, she only saw the water.
The blonde slided off the edge and right into the water, clothes still on, shoes still on, and went underneath, sinking slowly as she just didn't move. Her eyes closed, her long blonde hair floating around her face. And finally she was where she longed to be ever since she woke up. Underneath the water. With no air to breathe. No thoguhts to think. No decisions to make. And there she stayed for a relatively long while without coming up. | Myriam Riley Cassedy
Appearance
Myriam stands at 1, 53m / almost perfectly 5 feet and is therefor considered petite. She weights 55kg / ca. 121 lbs and has a sporty figure. She doesn't really have a lot of strength and does't show a lof of muscles, though her stomach is nicely toned. Her skin is not exactly pale, but stays a light white tone. She is rather to get sunburnt than catch a tan in summer.
Her hair is naturally blonde, but gets often mistaken for dyed due to her darker roots that make her seem to have naturally brown hair. Myriam's eyes are blue-green and though mostly being described as blue or green, the light can make them look beige-ish too at times.
Her breasts are a decent B cup and rather perky.
Age
18 years
Born on February 24, 1997
Gender
Female
Sexuality
Bisexual with a preference for girls
Likes
Animals
Dancing (and cheerleading)
Doing sports (especially ones involving a ball of any kind)
Books
Chess
Bright colors
The USA flag and the UK flag
Nature and all four seasons
Creative people (she is not creative herself)
Pizza!
Children
Riding the bike
Magic (she will not hear that it is not real!)
Dislikes
Loud sudden noises
Violence
Mean words
Being touched out of nowhere
Being left out or behind
Phoning or voice messages
Fights
Trump
Politics
Needles
Boxing (she considers it too violent)
Power
Mind Control
Myriam's power is easily described as mind control, although it is a lot more complicated than "I say jump, you ask how high". Her ability in using the power is so small, it's barely there. Her power has only unleashed once in her lifetime so far.
At the moment the only time she will be able to use it, is when in great, deeply fear. If she then uses her words to beg someone for something, it will most likely happen. Though the state of someone else doing as she says will only hold on for a few seconds, it might be enough to give her a chance to flee the situation that put her in such horror.
A downside of the power is that she has to be careful what words she uses. At the momental state it's not a necessity since she doesn't know how to use her power anyway. But once unleashed, her power works freely and cannot be blocked out. Meaning if she is angry and yells "fuck yourself", exactly that will happen. She will have to choose her words very wisely once her power breaks through completely. If she would tell someone to "just go and have fun", they will not stop having fun until either death comes along and reprieves them or the effect of the mind control will end (length of mind control effect will change over the time).
The power only works when her words reach the other person's ears directly. It does not work over any kind of speaker, telephone or through a thin wall or door, ect. However, given that she cannot control the power anyway, that is her least problem at the moment.
Personality
Myriam is a very kind person and was very open and happy until the incident happened. However, now her personality has changed. The following is how she is now, after the traumatising experience.
Myriam likes to stay quiet and observe instead of getting into the conversation herself. She doesn't like to be touched out of nowhere, she has to be able to see when someone wants to give her a hug or touch her arm or take her hand in order to prepare for the feeling. The girl is very scared of loud, sudden noises and will shrink together when hearing any unprepared loud noise.
She loves animals and little kids, always wanted to be a mother herself but now not so sure about anything anymore. Any animal is holy to her and she will not harm them, but rather take it outside the house if possible. She is not afraid of any kind of animal and would gladly own a pair of every animal on the planet - yes even the dangerous and toxic onces. The best way to her heart is probably over an animal.
History
Myriam Riley Cassedy grew up as an only child. She had a healthy social life, was doing alright in school and had fun at playing baseball and voleyball. She was a cheerleader in High School and looking forward to her graduation and college years. And then something changed her life completely.
At a dark, rainy night her father sneaked into her room and what happened had put her into a state of incredible fear and horror that had set free her power for the first and last time in her life. She screamed for him to stop several times and when his actions completely froze, she allowed herself to look at him. Horror was on his face as he couldn't move anymore. The girl pushed him off her, running for her dear life. She didn't understand what had happened and certainly did not know that she had forced him to do what she said.
Not wanting to talk about what had happened, she did not dare to go to one of her friends' houses. Especially since she was scared he'd show up there to collect her and bring her home. So she ran and ran until no more breath was in her, collapsed at a train station far away from home and fell asleep in a corner, too tired to make one single thought anymore.
The next time she woke up, she had no idea how much time had passed and if she slept a few hours or a few days - could have easily been both-, but she knew that she definitely did not fall asleep here. She found herself in the room.
Extra
She can handle a shotgun, but has never shot at anything living, only cans and glass bottles. |
51,882 | 1,401 | 91 | 2,502 | 1,203 | Stasya Volkov
Location: Hallway → Lyra’s Room
Slowly padding through the hallway, Stasya kept a sharp eye out for the other teens, her senses straining. Thus far, she hadn’t encountered anyone, which was just fine with her. She’d gotten enough stares at her scales from them in the auditorium. Kara hadn’t acted like she had noticed them, but then she worked for them; she’d probably seen things like this before.
As she continued creeping, she took note of her surroundings. In all honesty, it was a very nice looking place, like one of those fancy hotels that Stasya had seen from the outside but never been in. It was a place that Natali would have liked to have seen. Unfortunately, just because a cage was pretty to look at doesn’t change the fact that it was still a cage. Right now, however, she just wanted to go back to her room, shower, and then sleep. Then she could start thinking about how she was going to get out of her and back home.
As she entered the hallway with all the rooms, she faintly heard someone crying through one of the doors. If her memory was correct, this was around where her room had been, but the crying wasn’t on that side.
Recalling only a few hours(?) ago, she stopped. Lyra? Was the little girl back in her room? Had she been hurt? Creeping closer, she pressed her ear to one of the doors. Yes, there was definitely somebody crying inside. Stasya bit her lip, then gently knocked on the door before opening it a crack and hesitantly sticking her head in. Hopefully she wouldn’t scare the girl this time. “Lyra?” she cautiously asked, the name thick and unfamiliar on her tongue, “С тобой все в порядке? Почему ты опять плачешь? (Are you alright? Why are you crying again?)” | Name: Stasya Volkov
Age: 16, December 21st, 1998
Gender: female (for now)
Sexuality: unknown
Appearance: Due to the potential extent of the subject’s powers, she may not possess a singular appearance. Currently, however,the subject possesses a “base form” of sorts. This form has the appearance of a fifteen year old girl, with pale-coloured skin, dark hair, and bright blue eyes. She stands at approximately 5’1”. Be advised, the subject has been seen to subconsciously adjust minor details of her appearance based on her emotional state.
Personality: Extended psychological evaluations have revealed that the subject is very compliant and meek, likely due to her past trauma. She is also easily agitated, particularly by close proximity to older males (see subject history for details). This makes her very dangerous, as her powers tend to reflexively activate when she is in distress. She has been seen to have frequent nightmares, though close proximity to a trusted individual appears to alleviate this.
History: Investigation of the subject’s previous life indicates that she came from a low income family. Born in Saratov, Russia, her father worked as a security guard, while her mother stayed at home with her and her little sister. Her father was also an abusive alcoholic. Starting at the age of 15, the subject was repeatedly raped by her drunken father over the course of a year, which appears to have been what triggered her powers; approximately two months after the subject’s 16th birthday she was found covered in what appeared to be scales, with no visible sexual characteristics. Subject was placed in the hospital upon discovery, and obtained shortly thereafter.
Power:
Adaptive Shape-shifting: Subject has demonstrated the ability to subconsciously make medium-scale alterations to her body in response to her emotional state and environment, such as minor alterations to her height, weight and density, epidermal alterations such has scales, fur growth and defensive weapons such as fangs, claws and spines (note: these are not particularly large or sharp). Observation has also revealed conscious minor-scale alterations such as hair colour, skin colour and eye colour. |
51,883 | 1,401 | 92 | 917 | 649 | CHRISTIAN
Auditorium/Gym
Christian opened his mouth to say something, but stopped when the voice sounded throughout the halls. He froze for a second, and his face twisted in confusion. A loud buzz could be heard a couple corridors down, and they were instructed to make their way toward the source of the noise.
He followed the girl who had been following him into the auditorium, and took a seat next to her. He stayed quiet and scanned the room, looking at the kids who had already taken seats, and then at the last few stragglers who were just barely making their way in. He turned to say something to the girl next to him, but before he could say anything, he noticed some people enter the auditorium. The two most noticeable of three were about the age of teachers, and both were fairly attractive. He couldn’t help but crack the tiniest of smiles at the thought of his classmates gushing over both of them had they been substitute teachers at his school.
The man began distributing headsets to a select few, and when he was finished, the woman started talking. Immediately, confusion and anxiety made itself abundant in Christian. She began talking about powers, and how they had been kidnapped because of them. He took a deep breath and bit his bottom lip. There was no way he belonged here. He didn’t have powers. He would have said that they didn’t exist, but the disappearance of that kid had obviously proved differently.
His attention was drawn to the screen when he saw his face. A number flashed on the screen. 14. That was his room number.
When the speaker asked for questions, Christian began to raise his hand, but stopped when she called on someone else. He slowly started to drown out the questions and continued to bring his mind back to the powers. There was no way he was supposed to be here. He didn’t have powers. Most of these kids had obvious powers, and the ones that didn’t show anything could be anything, but he didn’t.
Christian snapped out of his thoughts after a kid had started something with a couple of the guards. She screamed in a different language, and was eventually sedated.
After the situation, the woman at the front began speaking again, and informed the other students that they would be assigned coaches. After she had finished speaking, the seemingly bigger scientist of the group made his way towards Christian. He pointed at him and motioned for him to meet him at the end of the row. He turned to Lucie, gave her a small face, and then got up and made his way over to the scientist.
The scientist extended a hand and gave Christian a smile. It seemed to be sincere, but to Christian, it was very uninviting. Christian offered his hand and shook the scientist’s. They both sat down in the available seats, and the scientist began speaking.
“Hello. My name is Jonathan. I am your coach. I have had experience with your kind of power before. I have wo—“
“See,” Christian interrupted Jonathan and shook his head. “I think you’re mistaken. I think the lady in the front is mistaken. I think everyone in this place is mistaken. I don’t have powers. I am just a regular kid!”
Jonathan stared at the boy, took in a deep breath and continued.
“You have powers. According to my charts, you have super strength. Why do you think you were fine after the crash? Why do you think you’re able to lift double of what you weigh? I was assigned to you because I have worked in a private facility that has helped others with your ability. At some point, I am going to take you to a training room close to the gym, and we will begin assessing the extent of your abilities. But first, I am going to take a sample of your blood and send you on your way. When I need you, I will get you. ”
With that, Jonathan pulled out a small needle, a couple of vials, and an elastic band. Silently, he wrapped the band tightly around Christian’s arm. He picked up the needle, attached the first vial and pressed it against Christian’s skin. With some amount of effort, and a small look of surprise, Jonathan was able to insert the needle and collect the two blood samples needed. Once Jonathan pulled out the needle, he placed a bandage over the entry point and nodded.
“All set. You can go on your way.”
Christian stood up and walked past Jonathan, not bothering to turn back and see if the girl he had come in with was still there; he had too much on his mind, and the only thing he wanted to do was to work off the feelings that came with this realization.
After what seemed like forever, the young man found himself at the gym. He didn’t bother changing out of his clothes into workout clothes (he actually didn’t bother to check to see if there was any). He noticed a couple of figures upon entering the gym, and he managed a low hello before making his way toward one of the benches. He put plate after plate, and when there was enough weight, he settled down and began banging out as many reps as he could before exhausting himself. | Name: Christian Garcia
Age: 17 (January 1, 1998)
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Appearance:
Christian stands at 6 feet, 2 inches (about 187 cm), and weighs about 200lbs ( about 90.7Kg), lean. It’s actually very uncommon for people to think he’s well out of high school. In the words of his very proud father, “He’s about as close as you can get to a Hispanic Zeus, minus the white skin, hair, and the beard.”
Christian usually likes to wear his extremely dark brown (it’s uncommon for people to mistake it as black hair (his ID even says “BLK” under “hair.”) in a defined side part, with the sides faded. He tries to keep himself clean shaven at all times, and has a straight, almost unnaturally bright white set of teeth. His hazel eyes are usually hidden behind a set of shades, and although they are a big hit among his peers, they’re the least favorite parts of his body.
He is very muscular from playing football and lifting weights (as well as from his power, but he’s oblivious to that). Being Hispanic, his skin has a very well defined tan.
Although there can be a lot to show off (in terms of wealth and appearance), Christian decides to stay humble in the way that he dresses. He chooses to wear casual button ups with jeans, and accompanies the outfit with plain vans. Every once in a while, he will go out with a flashy pair of vans, but that’s about as opulent as he gets.
Personality:
Christian is known around town by the older folks as the, “nice, charming young man.” He is compassionate, caring, and well rounded. He is an excellent student, both academically and socially. Although he is not captain of the football team, he is just as, if not more, popular. He leads a good handful of clubs around his high school’s campus, participates in a number of sports, and is also a Boy Scout.
He is still not without flaws. Although coming from a family that made sure he worked for almost everything he wanted, he is still somewhat spoiled. He can sometimes flaunt his wealth off (without really meaning to), and can sometimes come off as arrogant. He can also be very clique oriented, shifting his personality to that of whatever clique he is hanging around at the present moment.
Likes: Sports, video games, comic books, playing pranks, girls, and other general boy stuff.
Dislikes: Seafood, annoying people, lazy people, disrespectful attitudes.
History:
It’s safe to say that Christian comes from a life of luxury, but has humble beginnings. He was born into a rather wealthy and loving family. His father and mother were both CEO’s of very successful businesses. However, they made it very clear to Christian that he was not going to grow up spoiled. They gave him a very modest allowance, and taught him the value of staying humble and appreciating what was given to them. They made sure that at 14, he was working a part time job to save for things that he wanted to buy. That still didn’t stop them from buying the occasional luxury item like his Audi he got for his birthday at 16.
Before he even went into high school, Christian was very involved with sports. His parents put him in a myriad of little league sports; and he excelled in all of them, maybe even a little too much. He carried that on into high school, becoming first string in every team sport, and dominating almost all individual sports.
His excellence in sports and his school, as well as parents’ statuses, propelled him to the top of the social food chain in high school. He was loved by almost all of the school; teachers, staff, and students alike. He was invited to every party and social event, big and small.
Life was good for Christian, until the day he was kidnapped.
Power: Super Strength/ Toughness.
Think of Colossus from Xmen, except not made of metal, and exponentially weaker. Christian is able to bench almost double his body weight, and his skin is slightly tougher than the average person’s; this means that it is only slightly harder to get wounded (cuts/scrapes/bruises/etc.). It’s really kind of self-explanatory.
Weakness (at his current power level): Because he is so strong, he is slightly slower in terms of movement and reaction time (it isn’t much, but it’s enough for a really agile person to take advantage). His skin isn’t everything-proof. In fact, it’s fairly easy to inflict any kind of damage. For example, if someone wanted to stab Christian, he could (with some slightly extra effort), do so. He also doesn’t do so well in water; he tends to sink easier. |
51,884 | 1,401 | 93 | 2,692 | 854 | Lucie Valentine
Auditorium > Therapy room > Room 12
The events at the auditorium had passed away in a confusing blur; all sense having fled through the metaphorical window somewhere between 'you all have powers’ and 'we kidnapped you for your own good’. It all seemed like a really bad dream - it wasn't, she'd checked - or a harebrained plot for a science fiction movie. Chaos had erupted and a girl had had to be sedated. A girl who looked like something out of that weird hybrid argonian mod she had seen for Skyrim. And then there were the adults. The kidnappers, as Lucie secretly called them. They claimed to be some sort of government approved organization who were looking to help control these powers. Crashing a car into someone or hijacking a taxi and jabbing them with a needle was all part of this helpful plan, apparently. Though the most baffling of all was the news that their parents had been notified; and had consented. That had stunned her, halting her thoughts for moment before kicking up like a dozen flurries in the wind.
While she'd been too dumbfounded to utter a word, to protest that she didn't have any powers, she found herself being assigned to a mentor who would no doubt help her through this extremely troubling time. Christian had been led away by someone as well, much to the girl's dismay.
“Hello, Lucie. I’m Dr. Alice White. I look forward to working with you.”
A stunningly beautiful woman was smiling at her, a perfectly manicured hand extended in greeting.
Do these people hire from a modeling agency or something?
Lucie found herself standing up, though she made no move to accept the handshake or make any form of reply. Social niceties could be skipped, considering the circumstances. At her full height, she was taller than Ms. White and therefore could look down on her; something that gave her a vengeful little burst of satisfaction.
“You can call me Alice, if you like. Would you prefer to converse in English or French? I'm fine with whichever makes you feel more comfortable.” The woman continued as if Lucie hadn't just so rudely ignored her friendly greeting. “Please follow me. This won't take long.”
“I think you're mistaken.” Lucie somehow managed to say despite her throat having suddenly gone dry. “I don't have any powers. I'm normal.”
She was a perfectly normal girl and she wanted to go back to her perfectly normal life that revolved around playing video games all day and disapproving of people. It was a wonderful life. A perfect life, she now convinced herself.
Slender fingers curled in on themselves, the black lacquered nails scratching at her gloves in the few seconds it took for the woman to answer.
“Your doubts are completely understandable and quite reasonable.” Alice began gently, “However, we have been extremely thorough with our analysis and are one hundred percent certain of the results. You do have latent abilities. For what it's worth, I'm sorry.”
The words hit her like a physical blow, pushing out the breath she'd been holding in. The woman, Alice, wasn't acting like Lucie was the lucky winner of a spectacular prize; that she was some amazingly special snowflake and being in this situation was somehow a good thing. Anger and quailing at the injustice of it all was difficult to maintain in the face of it. It would have been easier if that weren't the case. It was always easier to be angry.
“I would still like to see some proof.”
“Of course. We can do so at our session.” Alice was quick to agree and began to lead the way.
“English. I'd prefer English.” Lucie answered in reply to the woman's previous query.
She didn't want to converse with this woman in her native language, much as it would have been nice to be able to. The familiarity that would no doubt spring forth wasn't something she was keen on establishing here.
“Here we are.” Alice announced once they had stopped in front of a door with the number 12 on it. “I figured you might want to change into normal clothes before we begin.”
Nodding her agreement, Lucie stepped inside and realized it was the very same room she had woken up in. The wig was still lying rumpled on the bed from when she had tossed it. After hanging up her costume with more care this time, she took a quick shower, not caring that it wasn't polite to make Alice wait. Clothes hung neatly in the closet, eerily similar to the way she preferred to arrange hers. What was even creepier, she noted, was that the clothes were of the brands and styles she favored. She began to wonder just how much these people knew, and for how long she had been studied.
“All done?” Alice asked pleasantly once Lucie stepped out, no hint of impatience at having been made to wait.
“Your Morrigan cosplay was very well done. It was nice to see her original outfit rather than the fancy ball gown she's now known for, lovely as it was.”
“Thank you. I did plan on putting together her ball gown as well. It's too beautiful to pass on.” Lucie volunteered the information before realizing that she was having a normal, even pleasant conversation about a subject she liked. This woman was sneaky, she decided right then and there.
The glare she shot was lost on Alice, as the woman only smiled knowingly.
They arrived at another room and the session concluded without much fanfare. It was surprisingly brief and very professional. Lucie had been shown some charts and numbers that proved she held some sort of power within herself. The hope she had secretly been harboring was almost snuffed out like a lonesome candle. Almost, but not quite. The science could very well have been faked. Once the results from the blood test arrived, she was told that she would see more proof, if she liked.
She was also told that she would be able to use the phone in her room to contact her aunt. Lucie jumped at the chance but then cooled her excitement as she realized that Francesca would still be at work. She would have to wait a couple more hours until they could talk. Stomach tying itself into complicated knots from the nervousness, she pondered how to pass the time. Sitting in her room by herself would only prolong the wait and probably drive her insane. Perhaps she could see what her fellow inmates were like.
Even if she wasn't going to be staying here long. | Name
Irina Ivanov
Age
December 3, 1998 (making her 17)
Gender
Female
Sexuality
Heterosexual
Height
5'5"
Weight
130 lbs
Appearance
Irina is of a fairly average height, standing at about 5'5" and weighing around 130 lbs. She has well defined curves that are accentuated by the clothes that she wears. She has muscle definition from her years of gymnastics back when she lived in Moscow. Her hair is a jet black color and falls in curls down to the middle of her back, when straight it's an A-line cut and falls a little more to the small of her back. Her skin is a fair, not too pale color, with a few freckles sprinkled over her nose and on the top of her cheeks. Her eyes are a vibrant emerald green surrounded by thick, long lashes. Irina has hardly ever worn make up and finds it annoying and useless.
History
Father being Russian, mother being Spaniard; Being an immigrant from a foreign country has helped shape Irina through out the years. She was born to a dysfunctional family. Her parents were hardly ever home, trying to work hard for Irina to have a better life than they did but because of that there was no communication and the parents ended up divorcing. Irina had stayed with her mother and moved to Spain trying to find somewhere where they could settle down for a while and live calmly. They finally did, after about five years, but by that time Irina was 10 and her abilities had become more persistent. The voices in her head would begin to overwhelm her more frequently and they would stay for longer periods of time. There were days that she could not handle the voices and got to the point where she’d either cry herself to sleep or the migraine would make her fall asleep. It was because of this reason that she was able to be ‘captured’, as she puts it, and taken away from her mother.
Power(s)
Telekinesis. Irina has the ability to manipulate objects with her mind, such as lifting a book and throwing it across a room, but on a slightly larger scale. That ability is not active at the moment though. It is dormant. Her active ability is telepathy. She doesn’t know it yet but she can hear what others are thinking all at once. She can not control the surge of voices that suddenly attack her, or the constant hushed murmurs that sometimes feel as a background noise in her head.
Weakness(s)
While Irina will be able to easily lift several small objects, larger objects will be more difficult to handle. For things any bigger than a human, Irina must concentrate as much as possible to be able to lift it without dropping it. Lifting other humans as well is rather difficult for her, seeing as how she does not trust herself to keep them safe. Another weakness would be that if too much mental exertion happens, internal injuries will happen. When it comes to telepathy, she can not just delve into others minds as some type of all powered being. If others want to keep certain thoughts ‘private’, she can not read or see them. To start with, Irina can only hear what people are presently thinking and that’s only because she can not control what she can or can not hear.
Personality
A bit of a reclusive person, Irina would technically classify as an introvert but she doesn't think so. She likes to be around others but enjoys just listening to conversations. She has a 'polite' look on her face that would make her seem approachable by others, yet as soon as she speaks it's another story. Irina is very stern and at times somewhat sarcastic when others get on her nerves. She, in some ways, can be very naive at times, not knowing much about the new country, only the town where she resides.
Even with this type of 'wall' that she has built, Irina is a caring person to those that win her heart. She has a soft spot for children and animals and strives to help either one. She also has a major soft spot for sweets. |
51,885 | 1,401 | 94 | 1,142 | 1,144 | Arthur Ragnarson
Room 15/Pool
On his fifteen length Arthur found his mind clearing of doubts and side matters; even the merest worry fading and allowing him to think objectively. He found exercise usually helped him with this, especially cardio activities like swimming and the warmth of the water and the gentle movement of it around him helped to soothe one's soul. Upon the sixtieth length he vaguely caught sight of another person in the pool, probably one of the other inmates, but he was too in his zone to pause and carried on, letting his mind go completely clear and to rest from the exertions of the day.
It was ten lengths after that, as he switched strokes to breast stroke from his tireless front crawl to give other muscles a time to work, that he noticed the figure under the water. He hadn't noticed her fall into the pool and she was so still on the bottom of the pool he thought for a moment she was just staying under as long as she could, as one often would in a pool when not simply swimming.
She's... drowning?
He could think of nothing else and the lack of movement from the figure only helped him draw that conclusion. For a moment he considered whether to help or not. If they were deliberately drowning, as would be understandable in this situation, should he not respect their wish and leave them to it? But then, if they were not doing so deliberately, that would weigh upon him. Guilt was not something he felt often but in this circumstances he suspected it might, for a short time anyway. More importantly, they all needed to keep going to have any chance of getting out and this person might prove useful later on.
"I better help then." He took a slightly deeper breath and dived swiftly down, his strong limbs propelling him down to the girl in no time. He recognised her from the auditorium but could not recall her name, they hadn't exactly spoken up until now. Her eyes were closed and she looked peaceful but he nevertheless wrapped a powerful arm around her and pushed off of the swimming pool floor. They burst up above the surface of the water and Arthur swam them both to the edge of the pool before heaving the girl, light even with her soaking wet clothes, onto dry land.
Pulling himself up after her, Arthur saw the movement of her chest signalling that she was breathing. With a sigh he sat down, rubbing his forehead with finger and thumb. He tried for a light comment rather than go in assuming the girl was attempting to kill herself as it was now clear that she had been deliberately staying at the bottom of the pool.
"Seriously, if you're going to just lie at the bottom of the pool then at least put on some swimming gear. Anyone would think you were trying to drown yourself." He laughed as unexpected relief poured into him; it was a pleasant feeling.
"I'm Arthur. What do they call you, Miss Mermaid?" | Arthur Ragnarson
Age: 17, born 11th October 1998
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual/Bi-Romantic
Appearance
Arthur is above average height, standing at 5' 11", is broad shouldered and has a strong build from years of playing a variety of sports. Ever since he stopped growing, in the last year or so, he has undergone physical training under the instruction of a tutor to enhance his potential as a sportsman and athlete. As such he is well toned and has a habit of beginning every morning early with a round of intense exercise.
He is naturally pale skinned but has a long-term tan from his frequent outdoors activities and has very pale hair, blond almost to the point of being white-haired. His eyes are a turquoise colour, bright and warm, with an intensity that could be unnerving if it were not for the relaxed air that surrounds their owner.
History
Arthur was born and bred in Southern England of the United Kingdom. His father was a successful accountant to the wealthy in London, often away for weeks or even months at a time while his mother had worked as a lawyer before Arthur came along. After that she retired but still received a sizeable income after inheriting controlling shares of a large stationary company built up by her grandfather.
Ever since Arthur can remember his mother has been mentally unstable and it supposedly only got worse after giving birth to him. Arthur's father never said a thing but it was clear he put a great deal of blame on his son and, although he provided an extraordinarily privileged upbringing, there was no love in the relationship. When the option for going to a boarding school arose Arthur was shipped off before he even knew what was happening and ever since has rarely returned home and even then only for a brief period of time.
As one might expect with such wealth in the family, Arthur had access to the most expensive tutors and trainers with a great deal of expectation thrust upon the only child in the family. His strong academic performance was matched with an array of athletic and other sporting awards and it was inevitable that he was given multiple scholarships to Eton, the most expensive and prestigious school in the country. Here he brushed shoulders with the offspring of former Prime Ministers and other leading politicians, the children of the richest and most powerful businessmen and women and even the occasional Royal (although not any heirs to the throne, of course).
Over the years he learned to enjoy his time away from home and his family and became very independent. A lot of his spare time was spent with various sports team (specifically the badminton, rugby and athletic clubs) and the rest was in the expansive libraries his affluent schools opened to their pupils.
It was during one of these spells in the quiet library that he was seized by the programme's operatives and secreted out to a waiting vehicle, the librarian conveniently called away to an emergency elsewhere.
Power: Accelerated healing.
It was during a rugby game that Arthur first had a clue to his power's existence. A high tackle wrenched his left shoulder out of its socket but his coach forced it back in as there was no sub to take his place and cancelling a game due to injury would forever be a blight upon the school's record. The next few scrums put additional pressure on the shoulder until his collar bone fractured just as the game ended.
Once at hospital it was found the injury had begun to mend already and he constantly exceeded his doctor's time frames for the recovery process to the point of it being abnormal. |
51,886 | 1,401 | 95 | 2,692 | 854 | Lucie Valentine
Room 12 - Pool
Nicely furnished as it was, the room provided nothing to take her mind off of the impending call. Pacing around really wasn't helping calm her nerves, surprisingly enough. Her earlier thought about going to see what the rest of them were up to seemed like the best plan. After ducking into the bathroom for a quick glance at the mirror to ascertain that everything was in order, Lucie was as ready as she would ever be to face her fellow inmates.
The door to her room shut behind her with a satisfying click and she strolled off into the hallway, trying her best to look like she knew exactly what she was up to. However, this was easier said than done for someone who barely knew the layout of the place and currently felt extremely awkward.
Even so, her feet managed to lead her to the pool, of all places.
A girl - the foreigner who'd had a shouting match with the tattooed guy earlier, she recalled - seemed to have had the same idea as herself. Lucie wasn't sure of the girl’s name but had the vague notion that it was something exotic. She had been quite outspoken back at the auditorium, unlike Lucie who had sat there too stunned to say much of anything. As interesting a character as this girl undoubtedly was, Lucie's attention was called towards the spectacle unfolding in the pool room.
A blond guy had rescued someone who'd tried to drown herself, was what she pieced together from the situation.
Silvery eyes widening in recognition, the French girl raised a disapproving brow. This girl, the drownee, had been escorted to the auditorium along with a couple of others. It wasn't a jump of logic to assume that had been because she'd been uncooperative or done something stupid then as well. Whatever the case was, she had a few choice words for this girl.
“If it is attention you seek, you should try screaming out loud the next time.” Lucie leaned down an announced in a tone that implied she was imparting the greatest of wisdoms.
“Or perhaps sing opera at the top of your lungs.” She continued without missing a beat, going so far as to imitate an opera singer in a long and drawn out note.
“See? Much more pleasant and less troublesome for everyone involved.”
It was then that she decided to shift her attention towards the rescuer - who she noticed was currently shirtless, as befitting someone who'd been swimming only moments prior. Clearly the only thing left to do in the situation was to very exaggeratedly check the hot guy out and see if he blushed.
And so she did.
Lucie crossed her arms across her chest and smirked, waiting to see how the events unfolded from then on. | Name
Irina Ivanov
Age
December 3, 1998 (making her 17)
Gender
Female
Sexuality
Heterosexual
Height
5'5"
Weight
130 lbs
Appearance
Irina is of a fairly average height, standing at about 5'5" and weighing around 130 lbs. She has well defined curves that are accentuated by the clothes that she wears. She has muscle definition from her years of gymnastics back when she lived in Moscow. Her hair is a jet black color and falls in curls down to the middle of her back, when straight it's an A-line cut and falls a little more to the small of her back. Her skin is a fair, not too pale color, with a few freckles sprinkled over her nose and on the top of her cheeks. Her eyes are a vibrant emerald green surrounded by thick, long lashes. Irina has hardly ever worn make up and finds it annoying and useless.
History
Father being Russian, mother being Spaniard; Being an immigrant from a foreign country has helped shape Irina through out the years. She was born to a dysfunctional family. Her parents were hardly ever home, trying to work hard for Irina to have a better life than they did but because of that there was no communication and the parents ended up divorcing. Irina had stayed with her mother and moved to Spain trying to find somewhere where they could settle down for a while and live calmly. They finally did, after about five years, but by that time Irina was 10 and her abilities had become more persistent. The voices in her head would begin to overwhelm her more frequently and they would stay for longer periods of time. There were days that she could not handle the voices and got to the point where she’d either cry herself to sleep or the migraine would make her fall asleep. It was because of this reason that she was able to be ‘captured’, as she puts it, and taken away from her mother.
Power(s)
Telekinesis. Irina has the ability to manipulate objects with her mind, such as lifting a book and throwing it across a room, but on a slightly larger scale. That ability is not active at the moment though. It is dormant. Her active ability is telepathy. She doesn’t know it yet but she can hear what others are thinking all at once. She can not control the surge of voices that suddenly attack her, or the constant hushed murmurs that sometimes feel as a background noise in her head.
Weakness(s)
While Irina will be able to easily lift several small objects, larger objects will be more difficult to handle. For things any bigger than a human, Irina must concentrate as much as possible to be able to lift it without dropping it. Lifting other humans as well is rather difficult for her, seeing as how she does not trust herself to keep them safe. Another weakness would be that if too much mental exertion happens, internal injuries will happen. When it comes to telepathy, she can not just delve into others minds as some type of all powered being. If others want to keep certain thoughts ‘private’, she can not read or see them. To start with, Irina can only hear what people are presently thinking and that’s only because she can not control what she can or can not hear.
Personality
A bit of a reclusive person, Irina would technically classify as an introvert but she doesn't think so. She likes to be around others but enjoys just listening to conversations. She has a 'polite' look on her face that would make her seem approachable by others, yet as soon as she speaks it's another story. Irina is very stern and at times somewhat sarcastic when others get on her nerves. She, in some ways, can be very naive at times, not knowing much about the new country, only the town where she resides.
Even with this type of 'wall' that she has built, Irina is a caring person to those that win her heart. She has a soft spot for children and animals and strives to help either one. She also has a major soft spot for sweets. |
51,887 | 1,401 | 96 | 2,692 | 854 | Irina Ivanov
Pool Room:
'Are you serious right now?' Was all Irina could think as her legs carried her into the pool room where everyone's thoughts practically screamed at her. 'Shut up!' She wished she could yell at them.
Irina walked in at the same time that another young woman did. A red head that should've stuck out earlier, but didn't due to Irina being so unbelievably pissed. She was dressed differently than everyone else. Why? Irina made a mental note to ask her about it later. Right now her attention was caught by a shirtless guy and a fully dressed and soaked female. Their thoughts all became a muddled cluster-fuck as Irina walked up to them and stopped next to the fiery red head. She kept quiet as the listened, her eyes widened as she heard the remarks come out of the French girl. At least she sounded French. If Irina didn't have so many emotions running around inside of her, she might have even laughed, but now she just stood, her face portraying nothing but a sort of angry look. It wasn't until the French girl was finished speaking that Irina spoke up, her tone sounding slightly annoyed but mostly full of sarcasm to match the red head. "Or.... you could have just let her die." Her eyes made contact with the red headed woman and she smirked a bit at her before turning to look down at the drenched girl and then the young man whom she had heard in her mind introducing himself as Arthur. He wasn't introducing himself to Irina, but to the girl he had presumably saved. "You guys think very loud, did you know?" | Name
Irina Ivanov
Age
December 3, 1998 (making her 17)
Gender
Female
Sexuality
Heterosexual
Height
5'5"
Weight
130 lbs
Appearance
Irina is of a fairly average height, standing at about 5'5" and weighing around 130 lbs. She has well defined curves that are accentuated by the clothes that she wears. She has muscle definition from her years of gymnastics back when she lived in Moscow. Her hair is a jet black color and falls in curls down to the middle of her back, when straight it's an A-line cut and falls a little more to the small of her back. Her skin is a fair, not too pale color, with a few freckles sprinkled over her nose and on the top of her cheeks. Her eyes are a vibrant emerald green surrounded by thick, long lashes. Irina has hardly ever worn make up and finds it annoying and useless.
History
Father being Russian, mother being Spaniard; Being an immigrant from a foreign country has helped shape Irina through out the years. She was born to a dysfunctional family. Her parents were hardly ever home, trying to work hard for Irina to have a better life than they did but because of that there was no communication and the parents ended up divorcing. Irina had stayed with her mother and moved to Spain trying to find somewhere where they could settle down for a while and live calmly. They finally did, after about five years, but by that time Irina was 10 and her abilities had become more persistent. The voices in her head would begin to overwhelm her more frequently and they would stay for longer periods of time. There were days that she could not handle the voices and got to the point where she’d either cry herself to sleep or the migraine would make her fall asleep. It was because of this reason that she was able to be ‘captured’, as she puts it, and taken away from her mother.
Power(s)
Telekinesis. Irina has the ability to manipulate objects with her mind, such as lifting a book and throwing it across a room, but on a slightly larger scale. That ability is not active at the moment though. It is dormant. Her active ability is telepathy. She doesn’t know it yet but she can hear what others are thinking all at once. She can not control the surge of voices that suddenly attack her, or the constant hushed murmurs that sometimes feel as a background noise in her head.
Weakness(s)
While Irina will be able to easily lift several small objects, larger objects will be more difficult to handle. For things any bigger than a human, Irina must concentrate as much as possible to be able to lift it without dropping it. Lifting other humans as well is rather difficult for her, seeing as how she does not trust herself to keep them safe. Another weakness would be that if too much mental exertion happens, internal injuries will happen. When it comes to telepathy, she can not just delve into others minds as some type of all powered being. If others want to keep certain thoughts ‘private’, she can not read or see them. To start with, Irina can only hear what people are presently thinking and that’s only because she can not control what she can or can not hear.
Personality
A bit of a reclusive person, Irina would technically classify as an introvert but she doesn't think so. She likes to be around others but enjoys just listening to conversations. She has a 'polite' look on her face that would make her seem approachable by others, yet as soon as she speaks it's another story. Irina is very stern and at times somewhat sarcastic when others get on her nerves. She, in some ways, can be very naive at times, not knowing much about the new country, only the town where she resides.
Even with this type of 'wall' that she has built, Irina is a caring person to those that win her heart. She has a soft spot for children and animals and strives to help either one. She also has a major soft spot for sweets. |
51,888 | 1,401 | 97 | 994 | 197 | Amara Mara Nguyen
Location: Room six - Cafeteria - Game room
Brief interaction:
How long had she laid there? Time was back to being as meaningless as it was when she first opened her eyes. Was it day or night? Not that it mattered. Mara could feel herself resigning to the hand fate had dealt. That numbness that left her body feeling cold and heavy. She was no stranger to this feeling. When her father had died she wore it like a cloak as she repressed the ache that radiated from her core.
Eyes flitted around the room. Her breathing echoing in the deafening silence. If she kept laying here she was sure she'd be crushed beneath it. Mara forced herself out of her bed once again. Shuffling around the sparse room she poked around in the drawers. Clothes were folded and put away neatly. Shades of black and grey was oddly befitting to her surroundings. The fact that they were nearly spot on with her wardrobe at home didn't even register at this point. They had been watching her long enough that she was sure they knew every aspect of her life, probably better than she did.
With deft hands she slid her blemished sun dress from her shoulders. The loose fabric pooled around her feet, still clad in her scuffed dress shoes.
Mara simply stepped away from the fabric, leaving it there for someone else to deal with, as she plucked a pair of soft black pants from the drawer. The room was fridged against her skin as she kicked off her beloved shoes and slid on the new pair of pants. They clung to her slender form and tapered off around her ankles. Mara made an annoyed sound; for all the effort they put into researching they should've known that she was not a big fan of the skinny leg fad that seemed to be raging like a wildfire in the fashion world.
Hastily she nabbed a simple looking white shirt. Mara slid it over her head while her fingers pinched and pulled the fabric until it settled. The garment slid off to one side, exposing her shoulder, and once again Mara felt a slight twinge of annoyance. They may of gotten the color scheme right but the style, not so much.
Stepping into her bathroom she came face-to-face with the stranger that peered back at her with deadend eyes. Most of her make up she had scrubbed off in Mayrui's room though still a bit remained around her eyes. Wetting her fingertips she washed off the dried tears. Ignoring the fact her face was still tinged pink and puffy from earlier.
Now what?
As if answering her question a rumble called out from her belly. 'Food.' Even her thoughts felt stale in her head.
She quickly stepped back out into the hall. They had went to the cafeteria earlier but didn't stay. Her companion at the time anxious to be rid of the throng of teens that had collected there. Idly she wondered if she would come across anyone when her thoughts were abruptly interrupted. A male voice swelled and poured out into the hall. Singing?
Who in the hell was singing?
She was baffled but there was a tiniest hint of a smile creeping across her face. The words were thick and strange. She recognized it as the same as the scaled girl in the auditorium had been shouting before they carried her away. A cold chill danced down her spine. She felt for her. Understanding her anger and fear. The fact the guards had simply removed her left Mara with an uneasy feeling in her stomach.
The singing no longer brought her amusement. Instead Mara quickened her pace and hurried past his door.
In fact she had broken out into a full sprint. Her bare feet thudding against the hard floor as she slid into the cafeteria. 'You're acting crazy.' her inner voice chided as she slowed to catch her breath.
It didn't seem like anyone was here at the moment. Picking her way over to the vending machines Mara wearily looked over her choices. Nothing looked particularly appealing but the rumbling in her stomach had now picked up and she needed to appease it. Quickly pressing a button she picked a simple bag of pretzels.
Collecting her snack she surveyed the empty room. The others would surely migrate here eventually and while part of wanted to be surrounded by others who understood she wasn't sure if she was ready.
Stepping back into the hallway she read the sign once more.
'A game room?'
That sounded interesting. She made her way back down the corridor, mindlessly eating her snack, as she came across the scaled girl from before. Mara hesitated as she shot her a small smile. Inside she was relieved that she seemed to be OK. Mara wasn't sure if she should say hi. Instead she opted to stand there awkwardly before giving the girl a friendly wave and rushing past. Heat crept up and colored her face, she should've asked if she was OK at least though Mara wasn't sure if the girl would've understood her. Either way she couldn't force herself to go back at this point.
Hurrdily she found her way to the game room. Mara was impressed as she took in the lushly decorated room. The carpet felt good beneath her feet as she made her way to a pool table. Nova's parents actually had one in their basement and Nova was quick to dominate Mara at the game.
Setting aside her half empty bag of snacks she moved to set up the pool balls and select a pool stick off its rack.
Like with Nova's the table was it was a smidge too tall for her; as she stood on her tippy toes and pressed into the table to line up her shot. CRACK. The sound was sharp as the cue ball slammed into the neatly arranged stack. It felt good to do something familiar and Mara felt her body relax. A crack in her numbness had formed as she shifted around the table, lining up her shots and trying to get the balls into the desired pockets.
Music had began to seep it's way into her head. Maybe it was the small joy she had felt in the hallway earlier but she couldn't shake it. Quickly she found herself swaying softly as her lips mouthed invisible words she lost herself in her game.
"I could pray and trick with a double tongue, but the only fool here's me, I choose the way to go, but the road won't set me free," her voice was soft and hushed. Mara was by no means an excellent singer but she could at least hit the needed notes. Her voice trailed off as she took another shot and missed. " This day will die tonight and there ain't no exception. Why should I wait for nothing to wait for. I won't cry for my solitude, lay my head and dream of you. And hope that you'll come knocking on my door and maybe tomorrow is a better day."
Now her voice was bright and loud as she continued her funny dance around the room. Stopping to grab a pretzel here and there. It was the first time she throughly felt herself feel anything but sorrow and anger since she had woke up. Basking in the minor distraction of her solitude. | Sometimes it's hard to just keep going
But faith is moving without knowing
Amara 'Mara' Nguyen
Can I trust what I can't see?
To reach my destiny
I want to take control but I know better
Name
Amara Nguyen
Age
Eighteen
Birthday
January 1
Gender
Female
Sexuality
Bi-sexual
Room number
Six
Coach
Felix Larsen
Appearance
Amara stands at a mere five foot two, her body slim and willowy. While her heritage is mixed she tends to favor her father who hails from South Korea. Her features are soft and delicate like that of a birds; in fact the only thing that truly stands out on the young lady was the shocking white of her locks. A rare recessive gene that passed from her mother's side. Her flesh is almost as pallid as her hair but that was more of a personal choice. She didn't care for the contrast between her lighter tresses and dark skin. Amara's style was simple; a wash of monochrome dresses and general light fabrics. The only featuring colors was the soft pink of her lips and the dark blue of her eyes. Despite her rather reclusive nature Amara tended to draw attention and over time had developed an easy-going demeanor around strangers.
History
Her life was simple, really. She got up for school every morning around five am and would relax listening to music until the rest of the house would stir awake. She was always an early riser which tended to be helpful when you're the oldest out of four. She'd rouse her younger siblings; helping them dust off the remaining traces of sleep and begin her day. Her mother, Korabell, was a neurosurgeon and often out and working late while her father had actually passed several years back in a fatal car accident. Before then he was a librarian. The stark difference between her parents was probably why they got along so well. Her mother was high stress and always on the go while her father was soft, calm and took his time. They balanced each other out. Amara always admired their dedication to one other and secretly hoped to find someone who'd compliment her nature like they had.
She generally took after her father in more than just looks. She was soft spoken and quiet where her younger siblings tended to be rowdy and rough. In fact her nonchalant attitude had earned her a reputation in high school. Somehow bringing her to cool status within a mere week of transferring there. She didn't completely mind though. In fact it was how she had made her best friend; Nova. Nova was Amara's closet companion. She was loud and outgoing- a little brash at times but that's what she loved about her the most. The girl was never afraid to say exactly what she thought. The two were practically inseparable. In fact she was the only one who had known about Amara's odd quirks.
Her kidnapping was, well it was a kidnapping! Greedy hands that grabbed and pulled and bound her. Shoving her head in a black bag as she was roughly shoved to the floor. She'll never forget that moment. As her heart lodged firmly in her throat.
Power
Time disruption:
It started out with small gaps; she'd lose her footing and it was as if everything slowed for a tiny second. Just enough time for her to recognize that she was falling but never enough for her to correct herself. The longest time was during her father's accident. She had actually been in the passenger side when an oncoming car suddenly lurched into their lane. Everything felt frozen as she watched horrified as her father slowly braced for impact. Out of instinct she had curled herself up and in result managed to avoid the dashboard crushing both her legs. Her father; wasn't so lucky. Amara had never had it last as long since. In fact usually by time she realized it was happening it was already over. |
51,889 | 1,401 | 98 | 1,182 | 1,252 | Myriam Cassedy
Location: Indoor Pool
Interactions: Arthur () | Lucie () | Irina ()
Peaceful. That was how she felt in this sutation. The water moved around her body softly and she felt lightweight in the very moment. Her thoughts drifted far far away. And then a strong arm wrapped around her and a second later she found herself being back on the air and sitting on the poolside. She was confused for a second.
"Seriously, if you're going to just lie at the bottom of the pool then at least put on some swimming gear. Anyone would think you were trying to drown yourself." A blonde guy with piercing green eyes sat next to her. He laughed.
"I'm Arthur. What do they call you, Miss Mermaid?" Did he just call her mermaid? "I'm Myriam", she answer and couldn't help but grin at him. "Sorry if I freaked you out."
Only moments later a girl walked in. “If it is attention you seek, you should try screaming out loud the next time.” Sorry the fuck what?! “Or perhaps sing opera at the top of your lungs.” On that note, she bursted out a note that made Myriam cringe. Is she insane? “See? Much more pleasant and less troublesome for everyone involved.”
To add to her rude infiltration of what could have been a nice and light conversation, her extremely inappropriate comment and her insane sudden singing, she suddenly eyed Arthur up and down as if he was some sort of meat. Myriam blinked in irriation and felt strongly turned off by this girl. She wished she would disappear.
"Or.... you could have just let her die." What the heck is wrong with all those people here? Now they wished she had died? "You guys think very loud, did you know?" Think loud? What did that mean again now? Maybe that their thoughts were written all over their faces?
Myriam turned her attention to the first girl, the one who had red hair and a French accent.
"I wasn't drowning, neither was I trying to kill myself. I was diving. And it is by far not very nice to barge into a conversation and just insult someone to seek attention, considering you didn't even see any of what happend whatsoever, and when clearly you are the one who does seek attention right now, given that you are interrupting a conversation here and looking my new friend up and down like you're dying of thirst and he is the last glass of water on the planet." She took a deep breath. "On that note, I hope we can look over the rather troublesome first impression and get along, at least of some sort."
Myriam breathed out some air and wiped the sticky wet hair away from her cheeks. She was really sad that this girl had interrupted them, she had only heard him speak two sentences but already smiled. That was a good sign in her books. Though she hoped that her and the girl would be able to get along, she really didn't need any trouble with meanies and fights around here. They should all try to stick together as best as they could. | Myriam Riley Cassedy
Appearance
Myriam stands at 1, 53m / almost perfectly 5 feet and is therefor considered petite. She weights 55kg / ca. 121 lbs and has a sporty figure. She doesn't really have a lot of strength and does't show a lof of muscles, though her stomach is nicely toned. Her skin is not exactly pale, but stays a light white tone. She is rather to get sunburnt than catch a tan in summer.
Her hair is naturally blonde, but gets often mistaken for dyed due to her darker roots that make her seem to have naturally brown hair. Myriam's eyes are blue-green and though mostly being described as blue or green, the light can make them look beige-ish too at times.
Her breasts are a decent B cup and rather perky.
Age
18 years
Born on February 24, 1997
Gender
Female
Sexuality
Bisexual with a preference for girls
Likes
Animals
Dancing (and cheerleading)
Doing sports (especially ones involving a ball of any kind)
Books
Chess
Bright colors
The USA flag and the UK flag
Nature and all four seasons
Creative people (she is not creative herself)
Pizza!
Children
Riding the bike
Magic (she will not hear that it is not real!)
Dislikes
Loud sudden noises
Violence
Mean words
Being touched out of nowhere
Being left out or behind
Phoning or voice messages
Fights
Trump
Politics
Needles
Boxing (she considers it too violent)
Power
Mind Control
Myriam's power is easily described as mind control, although it is a lot more complicated than "I say jump, you ask how high". Her ability in using the power is so small, it's barely there. Her power has only unleashed once in her lifetime so far.
At the moment the only time she will be able to use it, is when in great, deeply fear. If she then uses her words to beg someone for something, it will most likely happen. Though the state of someone else doing as she says will only hold on for a few seconds, it might be enough to give her a chance to flee the situation that put her in such horror.
A downside of the power is that she has to be careful what words she uses. At the momental state it's not a necessity since she doesn't know how to use her power anyway. But once unleashed, her power works freely and cannot be blocked out. Meaning if she is angry and yells "fuck yourself", exactly that will happen. She will have to choose her words very wisely once her power breaks through completely. If she would tell someone to "just go and have fun", they will not stop having fun until either death comes along and reprieves them or the effect of the mind control will end (length of mind control effect will change over the time).
The power only works when her words reach the other person's ears directly. It does not work over any kind of speaker, telephone or through a thin wall or door, ect. However, given that she cannot control the power anyway, that is her least problem at the moment.
Personality
Myriam is a very kind person and was very open and happy until the incident happened. However, now her personality has changed. The following is how she is now, after the traumatising experience.
Myriam likes to stay quiet and observe instead of getting into the conversation herself. She doesn't like to be touched out of nowhere, she has to be able to see when someone wants to give her a hug or touch her arm or take her hand in order to prepare for the feeling. The girl is very scared of loud, sudden noises and will shrink together when hearing any unprepared loud noise.
She loves animals and little kids, always wanted to be a mother herself but now not so sure about anything anymore. Any animal is holy to her and she will not harm them, but rather take it outside the house if possible. She is not afraid of any kind of animal and would gladly own a pair of every animal on the planet - yes even the dangerous and toxic onces. The best way to her heart is probably over an animal.
History
Myriam Riley Cassedy grew up as an only child. She had a healthy social life, was doing alright in school and had fun at playing baseball and voleyball. She was a cheerleader in High School and looking forward to her graduation and college years. And then something changed her life completely.
At a dark, rainy night her father sneaked into her room and what happened had put her into a state of incredible fear and horror that had set free her power for the first and last time in her life. She screamed for him to stop several times and when his actions completely froze, she allowed herself to look at him. Horror was on his face as he couldn't move anymore. The girl pushed him off her, running for her dear life. She didn't understand what had happened and certainly did not know that she had forced him to do what she said.
Not wanting to talk about what had happened, she did not dare to go to one of her friends' houses. Especially since she was scared he'd show up there to collect her and bring her home. So she ran and ran until no more breath was in her, collapsed at a train station far away from home and fell asleep in a corner, too tired to make one single thought anymore.
The next time she woke up, she had no idea how much time had passed and if she slept a few hours or a few days - could have easily been both-, but she knew that she definitely did not fall asleep here. She found herself in the room.
Extra
She can handle a shotgun, but has never shot at anything living, only cans and glass bottles. |
51,890 | 1,401 | 99 | 1,142 | 1,144 | Arthur Ragnarson
Pool
The situation went from slightly odd to downright bizarre. Not to mention hostile. Having spent much of his recent life in all-boy's boarding schools, Arthur was not as well versed with the other sexes as he would have liked to be. Conflict resolution was, however, something he was better at. Well, at least when there was violence involved. In that case there was always the fallback of beating both sides down.
As such, Arthur chose to ignore the very obvious ogling of his relative nudity by the girl with the French accent. He felt little embarrassment, after all he was the only one suitably attired for the room they were currently in. It was how, however, difficult to not respond in kind but doing so would have been highly inappropriate by most people's standards.
An eye for an eye and all that...
Myriam defended herself and tried to mend some bridges. While some of her logic was a bit naive, Arthur was impressed by how she hadn't risen to the barbed comments as much as he had expected her to. Pulling himself to his feet, Arthur rolled his shoulders and let the exertion of the swim wash off him. With his patented charming smile, he gestured openly to the three.
"I think we may have all gotten off to a bad start. Considering our circumstances that's understandable... and ill-advised. You never know who might prove useful to one another in here." He turned with interest to the second of the pair who had entered. "You're a telepath, then? That's an interesting ability. I'll try and keep my thoughts in order for you, then." Closing his eyes, Arthur exhaled slowly and lightly, letting the interruption of the unneeded rescue that had disturbed his relaxation fade before opening his eyes again with a soft smile.
"There, you shouldn't have much unintended noise coming from me now, I hope."
Now begged the question of what to do now? Now that his activity had been interrupted he no longer felt that continuing it would be as relaxing as before, especially with spectators about. A thought occurred to him as he glanced at Myriam, remembering how she had been closely attached to another girl who had looked to be far younger than the rest of them. Also a lot smaller.
"Myriam, wasn't there a girl you were with? The small miss? By the looks of it we're all out of our first sessions so maybe it might be wise for you to find her. She seemed to be coping with this whole situation less well than the rest of us and she seemed fairly attached to you." He sighed, his mind drifting back to their 'situation'. It would be unusual to cope with this situation well but, then again, Arthur felt even the negative emotions like fear far less acutely than others. "God knows, we could all do with someone or something to lean on at the moment."
He took a mock bow to the three, smiling somewhat impishly.
"I'm thinking I might go the cafeteria and find some proper food to eat after my swim. First, I better attire myself a little more... appropriately." He glanced at the young French miss and smiled in a ever-so-slightly cheeky manner before heading to the locker rooms to be true to his word and put on something better suited to company. | Arthur Ragnarson
Age: 17, born 11th October 1998
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual/Bi-Romantic
Appearance
Arthur is above average height, standing at 5' 11", is broad shouldered and has a strong build from years of playing a variety of sports. Ever since he stopped growing, in the last year or so, he has undergone physical training under the instruction of a tutor to enhance his potential as a sportsman and athlete. As such he is well toned and has a habit of beginning every morning early with a round of intense exercise.
He is naturally pale skinned but has a long-term tan from his frequent outdoors activities and has very pale hair, blond almost to the point of being white-haired. His eyes are a turquoise colour, bright and warm, with an intensity that could be unnerving if it were not for the relaxed air that surrounds their owner.
History
Arthur was born and bred in Southern England of the United Kingdom. His father was a successful accountant to the wealthy in London, often away for weeks or even months at a time while his mother had worked as a lawyer before Arthur came along. After that she retired but still received a sizeable income after inheriting controlling shares of a large stationary company built up by her grandfather.
Ever since Arthur can remember his mother has been mentally unstable and it supposedly only got worse after giving birth to him. Arthur's father never said a thing but it was clear he put a great deal of blame on his son and, although he provided an extraordinarily privileged upbringing, there was no love in the relationship. When the option for going to a boarding school arose Arthur was shipped off before he even knew what was happening and ever since has rarely returned home and even then only for a brief period of time.
As one might expect with such wealth in the family, Arthur had access to the most expensive tutors and trainers with a great deal of expectation thrust upon the only child in the family. His strong academic performance was matched with an array of athletic and other sporting awards and it was inevitable that he was given multiple scholarships to Eton, the most expensive and prestigious school in the country. Here he brushed shoulders with the offspring of former Prime Ministers and other leading politicians, the children of the richest and most powerful businessmen and women and even the occasional Royal (although not any heirs to the throne, of course).
Over the years he learned to enjoy his time away from home and his family and became very independent. A lot of his spare time was spent with various sports team (specifically the badminton, rugby and athletic clubs) and the rest was in the expansive libraries his affluent schools opened to their pupils.
It was during one of these spells in the quiet library that he was seized by the programme's operatives and secreted out to a waiting vehicle, the librarian conveniently called away to an emergency elsewhere.
Power: Accelerated healing.
It was during a rugby game that Arthur first had a clue to his power's existence. A high tackle wrenched his left shoulder out of its socket but his coach forced it back in as there was no sub to take his place and cancelling a game due to injury would forever be a blight upon the school's record. The next few scrums put additional pressure on the shoulder until his collar bone fractured just as the game ended.
Once at hospital it was found the injury had begun to mend already and he constantly exceeded his doctor's time frames for the recovery process to the point of it being abnormal. |
51,891 | 1,401 | 100 | 69 | 678 | Lyra froze in her bed as someone knocked on the door. For a moment, she feared it would be Nathan, or another of the sickos responsible for keeping her here. Her worries were dispelled when she heard her visitor's voice. Stasya.
She wiped at her eyes with her blankets and propped herself up with her elbows, pulling taut the restraints connecting her to the bed. "Stasya!" she said warily, "They took you away! I was worried." She bit her lip at the lie. In truth, she'd had no time to spare worrying about anyone other than herself. She was a coward to the core.
"What happened to you?" she asked as tears continued to trickle down her cheeks. She was a mess. "They took you away, then they took the rest of us, and he locked me up here and gave me a letter and..." She hesitated midsentence, vaguely aware that the other girl wouldn't understand a word she said. But she had to talk to someone. If she kept it bottled up inside, it would only get worse.
"My parents... they betrayed me. Sold me to this place. They're probably among the investors who paid for us to be kidnapped. I hate them! Because of them, there's no point in running... no one loves me... I should lie in this bed and refuse to eat until I die! I..." She trailed off as she dissolved into outright sobbing. Helpless. Unwanted. Worthless. Crippled. What was the point in going on? | Name: Lyra Mistly
Age: 16 (Birthday: October 28th 1999)
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Appearance:
History: Lyra should have had it all. She was born to rich parents, excelled in school, and was one of the most sought after girls at her school. But she was robbed of it, all because of a disease she was born with that the doctors couldn't diagnose.
Her parents flew her all over the country trying to figure it out, yet none of them knew what afflicted her. The disease drained her of most of her strength, made even walking across the street an exhausting chore. Yet it did nothing else. On an examination table, nothing appeared wrong with her. The doctors prescribed her many pills, yet every one of them was ineffective. The weakness persisted.
Eventually, her parents gave up. They coddled her, protected her, but could not free her from her affliction. So she went through life excluded from the other children's games at school. Even when they played inside, she was kept separate from them out of fear that they would accidentally hurt her. So she decided that she liked being alone, that she needed no friends. She would stay inside, reading, playing games, doing whatever she had to to avoid dwelling on her condition.
Yet, one night, when she was 15, all of that changed. She woke up in the middle of the night and found that she could walk. Though she ran around the mansion all night, she never grew tired. Not until the sun began to rise.
She was abducted before she could find out more than that her strength returned in the darkness.
Power: Lyra can manipulate shadows and darkness. However, her powers work only when there is little light, and the deeper the darkness, the stronger she is. When she is in the light her powers fade and her physical strength returns to her normal, feeble levels. |
51,892 | 1,401 | 101 | 2,502 | 1,203 | Stasya Volkov
Location: Lyra's room
Stasya barely noticed the other girl waving from beside her. Instead, her concern was entirely focused on Lyra, and the fact that a pair of cuffs were locking her to the bed, and she was sobbing. Cold anger boiled in her gut, her nails shifted into claws, and her teeth sharpened as bone spikes split through the skin of her forearms and down her spine. She can't even walk, but they think they need to chain her up? What the hell do they think they're doing!
For a moment, she allowed herself the luxury of seething, then closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Now wasn't the time to be angry. Right now, Lyra was crying, and while she didn't understand what the girl was saying, she could guess that it had something to do with her, their, current circumstances. The spines and claws melted back into her body, and Stasya slipped into the bed beside Lyra, hesitantly placing an arm around her shoulders and gently pulling the weeping girl into her chest. "Не больно, не плачь. (No hurt, no cry,)" she crooned, rocking slightly from side to side to reassure the girl, one hand running through her hair.
As she held her, letting her cry, Stasya gave the bedroom a cold look. She no longer cared what sort of 'facility' this place was, if this was how they were going to treat a cripple. She needed to get them both out of here, as soon as possible. Of course, she couldn't tell Lyra that yet, but that wasn't the point. Eventually, she could, and that was promise that she was going to keep.
Plus, Lyra's family life was probably better than her own. Maybe some place to go, once she had gotten Natali. "Я здесь, не плачь. Я буду ухаживать за тобой, я обещаю, (I'm here, do not cry. I'll look after you, I promise)" she whispered, pressing her lips against the top of Lyra's head. Leaning back a little, Stasya gave as reassuring and warm smile as she could. "Lyra." | Name: Stasya Volkov
Age: 16, December 21st, 1998
Gender: female (for now)
Sexuality: unknown
Appearance: Due to the potential extent of the subject’s powers, she may not possess a singular appearance. Currently, however,the subject possesses a “base form” of sorts. This form has the appearance of a fifteen year old girl, with pale-coloured skin, dark hair, and bright blue eyes. She stands at approximately 5’1”. Be advised, the subject has been seen to subconsciously adjust minor details of her appearance based on her emotional state.
Personality: Extended psychological evaluations have revealed that the subject is very compliant and meek, likely due to her past trauma. She is also easily agitated, particularly by close proximity to older males (see subject history for details). This makes her very dangerous, as her powers tend to reflexively activate when she is in distress. She has been seen to have frequent nightmares, though close proximity to a trusted individual appears to alleviate this.
History: Investigation of the subject’s previous life indicates that she came from a low income family. Born in Saratov, Russia, her father worked as a security guard, while her mother stayed at home with her and her little sister. Her father was also an abusive alcoholic. Starting at the age of 15, the subject was repeatedly raped by her drunken father over the course of a year, which appears to have been what triggered her powers; approximately two months after the subject’s 16th birthday she was found covered in what appeared to be scales, with no visible sexual characteristics. Subject was placed in the hospital upon discovery, and obtained shortly thereafter.
Power:
Adaptive Shape-shifting: Subject has demonstrated the ability to subconsciously make medium-scale alterations to her body in response to her emotional state and environment, such as minor alterations to her height, weight and density, epidermal alterations such has scales, fur growth and defensive weapons such as fangs, claws and spines (note: these are not particularly large or sharp). Observation has also revealed conscious minor-scale alterations such as hair colour, skin colour and eye colour. |
51,893 | 1,401 | 102 | 2,143 | 593 | Abel "Abe" Parker
Location: White Room > Abel's Room > Gym
Abel and Ezra were finished a half-hour later. The man had taken a swab of DNA and now moved to leave. Abel stood up, frustrated from the berating questions and evaluations. "So you're just gonna leave me here? When can I go home? What kind of "tests" will I have to go through?" He demanded in an angered tone.
"You'll find out the answer to every one of those questions when it's the right time." Ezra said, then turned went through the door. Abel reluctantly acknowledged that the stubborn jerk wouldn't give him any more information, so he gave up, but then called to him again.
"Hey!" A moment passed and the large man filled the doorframe, his eyebrows raised. "I... I need clothes..." He said, momentarily glancing to his bare chest.
Ezra smiled slightly, and hefted a short laugh."The wardrobe in your sleeping quarters is fully stocked." He answered and disappeared into the corridor.
Abel waited a moment, pacing a few steps, then dashing into the hallway, hoping he wasn't too late to follow Ezra. He was, however, too late. The massive man was nowhere to be seen. He swore under his breath, shaking his head lightly.
Defeated, the young man returned to the room he'd woken up in. He crossed the room to the closet, slinging it open. His eyebrows creased as he observed the contents of the wardrobe. It was stocked with everything he would put in his closet. Jeans, soccer pants, henlies, long-sleeved shirts, boots, running shoes... This was weird... They apparently knew how he dressed as well.
He sighed, stepping out of his sweat pants, which he felt he'd been wearing for a week. He grabbed a pair of well-fitting jeans and slid them on. He took a blue henley shirt and slid it over his torso, pulling the sleeves to the base either forearm. After stepping into a pair of low-cut boots, he laced them, then sat down on his bed. He breathed a slow and relaxed sigh, an awkward sense of comfort coming from being properly dressed.
He swallowed and stood, exiting the room. He wound the hallways, looking for some other people - preferably Irina or Nikolai or both. He stopped at a door that opened to a gym with weight machines. He swore as he saw a guy, pressing an unholy amount of weight on a bench. "Jesus Christ... I assume you've got super strength?" He asked, stepping into the gym, but leaving distance between himself and the other guy. | Abel "Abe" Parker
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Appearance:
He stands at 6'2 and weighs about 180 pounds. He's muscular, but not jacked. He has long dark hair, but usually keeps his facial hair to a short trim (As seen in the image). He wears long sleeves most of the time but usually has them rolled to his mid-forearm.
History:
Abel is the son of a single mother and has two sisters that are identical twins. Being the oldest, and the only man in the house, he took on a lot of responsibilities. He grew up teaching his younger sisters, who were thankfully athletic like he was, how to play sports, which was the only thing they all had in common. Despite this, he was still a more reserved person. He often stayed in his room and played video games and studied computers.
Unlike most gamers and techies , he was also very into lifting weights, though he didn't want to get bulky and look like a disgusting bodybuilder. As soon as he was old enough he started working out until he could lift a decent amount for his size and age. Due to being in a house constantly filled with his sisters and his sister's friends, he often quickly found himself outnumbered and completely overwhelmed by feminine presence in his house.
In high school he played soccer and was actually really good at it. Despite this, he was never a popular kid. The only reason that most people knew him was because it was common knowledge that he could be called upon to fix most technological issues that people experienced throughout a regular day. His affinity to technology made it far from surprising that his ability was Technopathy.
Power: Technopathy
Abel can read and emit electronic wavelengths and take over most common electronics. At first however, he will only be able to read them and feel them, and won't be able to control how he interacts with them. Eventually, however, he will be able to posses technology and communicate with it, and his radius of control will expand. |
51,894 | 1,401 | 103 | 2,692 | 854 | Irina Ivanov
Pool to Room 3
Irina had remained silent after making her sarcastic comment towards what had happened regarding the girl and the pool. She had inwardly sighed and rolled her eyes slightly at the sound of the young girl snapping back and then trying to make amends. 'Some people just can't take a joke', thought Irina as she looked over at Arthur, who quickly cleaned up the situation. He was even kind enough to have attempted at making his mind more 'quiet', which pleased Irina tremendously, although she didn't let it show. She simply smiled at Arthur in a form of a thank you and let him go on his way.
'What a nice guy...' Irina had made a note of his min case of any future need of assistance. Maybe she'd need someone calm around her to keep her from going mad.
Her attention was once again brought back to the other two girls that were there, whatever they had said had flown right over Irina's head and she now awkwardly moved around as she realized her skin had become sticky from the sweat.
"Eating sounds like a good idea... See you all around." With a quick flash of her pearly whites, in an effort to seem friendly, Irina turned on her heel with no effort and made her way out of the pool room. 'These people can probably smell me by now'. Irina had made sure to quickly retreat to her room and shut the door before turning and digging through the dresser for something to wear. She didn't find just something though. She had found clothes that nearly matched everything she had back at home. "What the hell?" Her voice was quiet as she spoke to herself, letting her hands feel the fabric of the clothes before picking out a random black, long sleeved shirt and some light blue shorts, along with her under garments.
The young woman had never been one to take long showers. Ten, sometimes fifteen minutes tops where the length of the showers and maybe five minutes more to brush her hair. Not being a fan of make up, she didn't need nearly half as much time as probably any other girl her age. So within ten minutes, she was out of the shower. Paranoia had also taken part in the reason that she pretty much hopped in and out. There surely had to be cameras everywhere. Even Abel had said so before the meeting. Irina couldn't stand the image of people watching her as she undress and showered, so she quickly dried herself and dressed in the clothes she has picked out. "Perverts," she muttered as she walked over to the vanity in her bathroom as she towel dryer her hair.
"This is nice." Her attention and direction of thoughts had been completely changed after she ran her finger tips on the smooth white surface of the counter. She had never been somewhere so clean. So pristine. Every hotel and apartment she had found herself in was either moldy or had insects of some sort. Especially after her mother lost it all. It didn't do her well to dwell on these thoughts though. Irina quickly turned away from the direction her thoughts were once again headed in and she focused on brushing her damp curls thoroughly after brushing her teeth.
What if these people did mean well?
What if they actually wanted to help?
As Irina stared at her green eyes in the mirror, she couldn't help but not to think these things. In a way, she wanted to hope that it was true.
She let out a loud, exasperated sigh as she set the brush down in its rightful place. She wanted to think more. To let everything sort of sit and simmer in her head, but as she began, her stomach began to growl enough to make her hand go up and touch it. She had been so caught up in the moment and stress of the situation that she had not stopped to think or ask how long she had been asleep for. When the last time she ate was.
Another growl.
Irina slightly groaned as she thought about heading out to the semi crowded rooms again. In her bathroom she had been fine. She has guessed that her ability must have suddenly "turned off" as she showered and relaxed. Still, she had to go if she wanted to shut her stomach up. So, begrudgingly, Irina walked out to the room and slipped into her maroon chucks before making her way out of there and into the hallway. | Name
Irina Ivanov
Age
December 3, 1998 (making her 17)
Gender
Female
Sexuality
Heterosexual
Height
5'5"
Weight
130 lbs
Appearance
Irina is of a fairly average height, standing at about 5'5" and weighing around 130 lbs. She has well defined curves that are accentuated by the clothes that she wears. She has muscle definition from her years of gymnastics back when she lived in Moscow. Her hair is a jet black color and falls in curls down to the middle of her back, when straight it's an A-line cut and falls a little more to the small of her back. Her skin is a fair, not too pale color, with a few freckles sprinkled over her nose and on the top of her cheeks. Her eyes are a vibrant emerald green surrounded by thick, long lashes. Irina has hardly ever worn make up and finds it annoying and useless.
History
Father being Russian, mother being Spaniard; Being an immigrant from a foreign country has helped shape Irina through out the years. She was born to a dysfunctional family. Her parents were hardly ever home, trying to work hard for Irina to have a better life than they did but because of that there was no communication and the parents ended up divorcing. Irina had stayed with her mother and moved to Spain trying to find somewhere where they could settle down for a while and live calmly. They finally did, after about five years, but by that time Irina was 10 and her abilities had become more persistent. The voices in her head would begin to overwhelm her more frequently and they would stay for longer periods of time. There were days that she could not handle the voices and got to the point where she’d either cry herself to sleep or the migraine would make her fall asleep. It was because of this reason that she was able to be ‘captured’, as she puts it, and taken away from her mother.
Power(s)
Telekinesis. Irina has the ability to manipulate objects with her mind, such as lifting a book and throwing it across a room, but on a slightly larger scale. That ability is not active at the moment though. It is dormant. Her active ability is telepathy. She doesn’t know it yet but she can hear what others are thinking all at once. She can not control the surge of voices that suddenly attack her, or the constant hushed murmurs that sometimes feel as a background noise in her head.
Weakness(s)
While Irina will be able to easily lift several small objects, larger objects will be more difficult to handle. For things any bigger than a human, Irina must concentrate as much as possible to be able to lift it without dropping it. Lifting other humans as well is rather difficult for her, seeing as how she does not trust herself to keep them safe. Another weakness would be that if too much mental exertion happens, internal injuries will happen. When it comes to telepathy, she can not just delve into others minds as some type of all powered being. If others want to keep certain thoughts ‘private’, she can not read or see them. To start with, Irina can only hear what people are presently thinking and that’s only because she can not control what she can or can not hear.
Personality
A bit of a reclusive person, Irina would technically classify as an introvert but she doesn't think so. She likes to be around others but enjoys just listening to conversations. She has a 'polite' look on her face that would make her seem approachable by others, yet as soon as she speaks it's another story. Irina is very stern and at times somewhat sarcastic when others get on her nerves. She, in some ways, can be very naive at times, not knowing much about the new country, only the town where she resides.
Even with this type of 'wall' that she has built, Irina is a caring person to those that win her heart. She has a soft spot for children and animals and strives to help either one. She also has a major soft spot for sweets. |
51,895 | 1,401 | 104 | 257 | 612 | URIEL ATTICUS - LOCATION: GYM
“Oh… I like pain.. It helps with whatever is wrong in my head.”
Uriel paled slightly and forced out a nervous chuckle. This was something he’d rather avoid delving into during his time in this place. He’d never been the best person to turn to for these sorts of things.
“Oh, uhh… I see! Well, if you’re into that sort of- I mean, as long as you don’t hurt yourself beyond repair I guess it’d be fine.”
Luckily she diverted the topic of the conversation towards the other occupant of the room. The tall, muscular (what was it with the handsome muscular guys in this place?) Hispanic looking guy who had quietly greeted them earlier was bench-pressing. Bench-pressing A LOT. Uriel wasn’t an expert in weight training (he was more of an endurance building guy himself) but he was 80% sure that no teenager should have been able to lift THAT much.
“If he continues with this, he’s going to fuck up and kill himself.”
Uriel nodded, dazed and not at all turned on by the guy’s feat of strength. Uriel returned his attention to his exploration of the gym. The girl had left already, claimed that something was going on outside. Crap, he forgot to get her name. She had yet another accent to add to the list, the list that prompted the question of “Where In The World Is Uriel Atticus?”. But back to the matter at hand. That much weight could not be good for the dude. He was going to speak up when-
"Jesus Christ... I assume you've got super strength?"
GAH, Muscular Shirtless Guy. Who now unfortunately had a shirt on. Play it cool, Uriel, get a hold of yourself.
“Haha yeah, it’d probably take four of us to spot him properly, amirite?”
Nice save. | Name: Uriel Atticus
Age: 17, born March 26, 1998
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Pansexual
History:
Rich, handsome and smart, Uriel was born with it all. His parents were extremely doting; Uriel got whatever he wanted as an apology for their constant absences in his life. He grew up in the lap of luxury but rather than becoming snobbish, he was eager to share his wealth with his peers. Constantly breezing through life thanks to his natural gifts was too boring.
The first occurrence of his power was during a particularly difficult math test. He was concentrating more than usual and didn’t notice how everyone else in the room was quite uncomfortable and struggling through their own tests. Afterwards, his classmates complained about their headaches during the test period. One girl even threw up. Uriel was completely fine though. However, Uriel was unable to put two and two together and is still unaware of his abilities.
As for how he was kidnapped…some clearly suspicious individuals in suits and sunglasses were standing around in town. Uriel went up to say “Heya” and offer directions (they seemed to be looking for something). They seemed pretty alarmed for some reason ("Aw come on guys, I don't bite!"). He offered to ride shotgun in the black jeep with blacked out windows ("Woah, snazzy car!") and lead them wherever they needed to go. He never saw the syringe coming.
Power:
Pain manipulation - Uriel’s ability allows him to manipulate the biology of living things to trigger exaggerated responses to damaging stimuli. The effect of his ability varies on the person’s mental fortitude and pain threshold. His maximum radius of effect is unknown for now. There must be a trigger at first for his ability to work. For example, if someone is drinking a slushie, Uriel can make them have a brainfreeze. If someone gets shoved, Uriel can make the area shoved feel like a bullet has hit them. Whether he’s manipulating nocireceptors or the somatosensory cortex is unknown.
Currently, the most that he can do is trigger minor headaches within a small radius of about five meters. He is unaware of his power and can use it involuntarily.
Personality:
A magnificently generous and loving individual…is what Uriel sees himself as. While not entirely untrue, Uriel’s bloated ego and flamboyant personality leaves something to be desired when it comes to his altruism. His entire mindset revolves around “noblesse oblige”. Uriel really is a decent fellow but the execution of his good intentions can be quite grating to some and has landed him in trouble more than a few times. He sees himself as a handyman of sorts; if you’ve got a problem he’ll find a solution, don’t worry about the means or costs or nothin’. Because of his varied experiences and no lack of resources, Uriel has picked up a few skills ranging from carpentry to acting to basic skill levels in several instruments.
While being quite academically intelligent (he can get above average grades without even studying), when it comes to people Uriel is pretty gullible. He always tries to see the best in people. This, when paired with his eagerness to help, makes him very easy to persuade or take advantage of. Fortunately, his friends are usually there to fend off people with questionable intentions.
Uriel appears quite charismatic to those who do not know him well. His confidence and friendly personality makes it easy for him to persuade and befriend. Those who have known him for longer than a month think of him as a well-intentioned dork and exasperatedly put up with his many escapades.
His way of speaking is quite poetic and dramatic. He has a tendency to go off on a tangent and make long monologues. |
51,896 | 1,401 | 105 | 1,000 | 1,301 | Nikolai Arkaden
Room 9/Pool
Nikolai finished singing his song, and then proceeded to turn off his shower. His hair was hanging loosely beside his head, he wondered if it would be too much to ask for some gel to hold it up. Maybe one of the girls here had a hair tie he could use, just to hold it away from his face. He dreaded having to ask for a hair tie, he really didnt want to ask for anything. He stepped out of the shower and looked at himself in the mirror again, he stood posing like Arnold Schwarzenegger had when he was a body builder. He changed position to flex his chest and as he tightened his muscles then was immediately elsewhere. He saw people. They were at the edge of a pool, lower than where he was. He had an instant to hope he was on a diving board before he felt gravity kick in.
"Oh fu..." He attempted to shout. His body rocketed downward and he felt the cool water encompass his legs then his chest and head. He reached up and brought his arms down to his sides pulling himself towards the surface. As his head broke the water he ran a hand through his hair and made sure it was out of his face. He sat there, treading water for a moment as he tried to place where he was. He looked at the people on the edge of the pool, they looked familiar. He slapped the water in frustration, his power had moved him only within the facility. He looked towards the end of the pool and looked at the two women, a small blond girl and a slightly taller red headed girl. Nikolai understood his predicament clearly now, he looked down into the water and confirmed his concern. Thankfully he'd been in a hot shower.
"А также, выглядит как они есть бесплатное шоу," Nikolai said resignedly.
(Well, looks like you got a free show..."
He continued to tread water as he tried to figure out what to do. He wasnt sure how the people around here would react to him just getting out of the water, scientists and subjects alike. He was close enough that they could see his facial expression, one of utter annoyance. He decided the easiest thing to do would be to play off that he didnt care, so he continued to tread water.
"Whats up?" Nikolai asked as nonchalantly as possible, "One of you wouldnt happen to have spare polotentse?"
He was struggling with the English word for it, "Like big cloth?" | Name: Lucie Valentine
Nickname: Luce
Age: 16
Birthday: November 6th, 1999
Gender: Female
Sexual orientation: Heterosexual
Height: 5’8”
Weight: 120 lbs
Special characteristics: None.
Appearance: While Lucie might not come across as the most approachable of people at first glance what with her perpetually bored expression and closed off posture, she certainly does present an eye catching picture.
Styled in an asymmetrical bob and dyed a vibrant, flame red; her hair strikes a vivid contrast with her pale skin and dark clothing. Her long, wispy lashes are darkened with mascara and her large eyes are usually accentuated with black eyeliner in an attempt to make the otherwise unremarkable grey of her irises stand out. Silver studs and small hoops follow the curve of her delicate ears, five in her left and three in her right. All this makes her look a fair bit older than she actually is.
The girl exudes the illusion of effortless grace; her long legs and willowy frame further lending credence to this. However, this illusion of elegance only holds for about as long as she remains still. Having gone through an unexpected growth spurt, she’s suddenly unsure and entirely awkward about her body as the next teenage girl.
Personality: Raised by her aunt after the tragic death of her parents, Lucie has grown up to be cynical and more than a little bit spoiled. For someone so young, she’s got quite a bit of vitriol towards the world. It's honestly a wonder she hasn’t toppled over from the massive chip on her slender shoulders. She isn’t above weaponizing the tragedy of her past to evoke guilt in her pushover of a guardian and get her way in the end; which should be a clear enough picture as to how she goes through life. And when the going gets tough, she uses her past as a shield behind which to hide from the problem.
Lucie is alarmingly unmotivated, even for a teenager. Rather than a case of laziness, she simply shows no concern for her future, content to let life just pass her by. Much to her aunt’s dismay, no amount of coaxing or strictness would snap her out of it.
However, for all her facade of disinterest and boredom, Lucie is quite aware of her surroundings and her peers. She pays attention to the goings on of those around her, often surprising them when she speaks up. Of course, as she has a tendency for sarcasm - and due to her acerbic tongue - most of these comments aren’t exactly well received. She’s also prideful enough that sometimes, she fails to see past her albeit very pretty nose - and god forbid she ever admits to being wrong. Lucie is extremely opinionated on certain subjects and doesn’t hesitate to let them be known. She’s quick to take offense and slow to forgive, leaving her with a scant few friends.
Lucie’s English carries a French accent to her words, being a native Parisian and all.
Likes:
Lucie is borderline obsessed with fantasy novels - The Forgotten Realms, Harry Potter, and Dragon Age being a few of her favorites. She can talk about it for hours on end if she isn’t stopped.
Drawing, though she prefers to hide behind the anonymity of the internet while showing off her work.
Obsessive drinker of fine teas.
Sylvester, her lovebird. He's magnificent and superior to all other animals, in her opinion.
Dislikes:
Food in general, fish being particularly offensive. As an extremely picky eater with an abysmal appetite to go with it, Lucie would avoid food if it was at all possible.
Schoolwork; Lucie hates school and puts in only as much effort as to ensure she doesn't flunk out of her classes.
Lucie doesn't like flowers since they remind her of funerals and her time spent in a hospital, when she got tons of those as condolences and well wishes.
Skills:
Proficient in digital art and decent enough in traditional ink sketches, Lucie earns a fair bit of pocket change through her commissions and has a decent sized follower base.
Knows how to swear in French, Tevene, Qunlat, Nilfgaardian and ancient Elvhen.
Knack for perfectly mimicking accents once she hears enough of it.
Making people feel uncomfortable by being tactless on purpose, and with her scathing remarks.
Fears:
As a child, Lucie had an incident involving an upturned canoe and nearly drowned as a result. The experience has left her deathly afraid of water in large quantities.
Hospitals have always been a source of fear and trepidation for her, bringing to mind at least a dozen horrible scenarios of what could go wrong. Her time admitted to one after the car crash served to make it even worse, if that was possible.
Snakes. Squirmy, scaly, slithery beasts that are the embodiment of horror in Lucie's eyes. This might have to do with the fact that she watched a - highly unrealistic, but still terrifying in her mind - movie marathon about killer snakes.
An inexplicable (and rather embarrassing) fear of hers is the paranormal. Lucie has never been strong in the face of horror movies and novels, but anything about the paranormal leaves her torn between hiding under her blankets and keeping a vigilant watch on every little shadow and rustle.
History: Born to Allison and Laurent Valentine, Lucie was a surprise, but not an unwelcome one. The family had their ups and downs but she had a normal and happy childhood. Well, as normal a childhood as one could have with a semi-famous model for a father and a makeup artist in early retirement as a mother. Still, they loved their daughter and doted on her at every point. She was their perfect little angel, after all.
Of course, life rarely gives us perfect happiness.
The little girl who was taught to be dependent on her parents for every little thing suddenly found herself quite alone and entirely devastated when they died in a car crash some time after her seventh birthday.
Lucie's aunt took over guardianship and attempted to care for her traumatized and injured charge the best she could. She walked on eggshells around the girl and couldn't find it in her heart to ever be strict with the poor little thing despite the doctor's recommendations. As a result, Lucie grew up to be tremendously spoiled.
Superpower: Selective Intangibility.
Theoretically, Lucie possesses the ability to render herself intangible, allowing her to pass through matter and energy completely unharmed while at the same time being tangible to interact with what she wishes to. At the heart of it, this power stems from spatial manipulation, manipulating the planes of existence on a relatively small level as the ability can only extend to herself and inanimate objects she is in contact with. It also allows her the capability to disrupt organic matter and electronics by passing through them. An added benefit is that she can camouflage herself to perfectly blend in with her environment.
Weaknesses: Selective intangibility is exactly what is sounds like, rendering her abilities rather limited as to what she can do. Her intangibility can only extend to relatively small objects, and she needs to be in contact with them for it to work. Becoming completely tangible while inside a solid object would injure her, and might even kill her, depending on the molecular structure of said object. While her passing through them would completely damage or disrupt electronics, the most it can do to an organic is to knock them out for a while. Her camouflage ability takes a lot of concentration and is only perfect for as long as she remains still. Once she starts moving, its difficult to constantly keep adjusting her camouflage and she isn't impossible to spot by the slight distortions. |
51,897 | 1,401 | 106 | 1,182 | 1,252 | Myriam Cassedy
Location: Indoor Pool
Interactions: Lucie () 🐍 Nikolai ()
With mentions of: Arthur 🐍 Mayuri 🐍 Irina
Myriam was very relieved that Arthur inferred in the conversation that was starting between her and that other girl. She really didn't feel like starting a fight, she was just being very sensitive. But under the circumstances - not only the kidnapping but also her private ones -, she thought it was understandable. Nevertheless she would rather try to not start a war.
The second girl, the one that had only spoken two sentences being something along the lines "let her drown" and "you think very loudly", has already disappeared through the door again. Maybe the pool wasn't exciting enough for her? Or maybe she needed some space? Wait, didn't she say something about getting food? There was a cafeteria, if she believed Arthur. That sounded very school-ish to her. Would there be a couple of people serving them some food onto their trays?
Myriam didn't really have the time to think about such minorities right now. She had a couple of things to do. First, apologise to the red-head and hope for a new start. Secondly and very important - find Mayuri and make sure she is okay! And ask her about the weird look she had on when she got called out by her coach. And thirdly, or maybe rather do this as the second one?, get into some dry clothes. Wait, are there even clothes for her? There has to be. Why didn't she think of that before she drowned-- ehh dived!! into the water fully clothed? Well she did not spend a single thought on anything in that moment. She had too much on her mind.
"Oh fu..." Waving arms and a butt naked body fell into the pool with a loud splash. The water hit Myriam, who was still sat on the side of the pool, full on but she didn't care. She was fully wet anyway. A frown crept onto her forehead. Did this guy just fall from the ceiling all of a sudden and butt naked?
"А также, выглядит как они есть бесплатное шоу," the boy spoke calmly in a language that Myriam didn't understand.
("Well, looks like you got a free show..." )
He had a decent body and a couple of tattoos, his hair was hanging weirdly to the side and looked as though it was missing about half of it - only then did Myriam realize that this was the guy that had his hair stand up with gel when sitting in the auditorium. She didn't really pay much attention to him, or anyone beside Mayuri for that matter, but now she recognized him.
"Whats up?" So he did speak English, apart from the 'oh fu-' he let out while falling. "One of you wouldnt happen to have spare polotentse?" A what exactly? Myriam was confused for a bit until - "Like big cloth?" A towel? Riiight, of course this gorgeous boy wouldn't want to stay in the pool naked. Silly.
"There's a ... locker room", her finger pointed towards the direction Arthur had went to when announcing he would get into some other clothes. "I would guess they might have a couple of towels there." Something about this guy was just... gorgeous. She couldn't quiet tell.
"Did you..." She waved all over him in an attempt to gesture to his nakedness. "Did you accidentally leave your clothes behind when doing your special trick?" She was curious on how his power worked and if leaving his clothes behind might be a happy side effect. | Myriam Riley Cassedy
Appearance
Myriam stands at 1, 53m / almost perfectly 5 feet and is therefor considered petite. She weights 55kg / ca. 121 lbs and has a sporty figure. She doesn't really have a lot of strength and does't show a lof of muscles, though her stomach is nicely toned. Her skin is not exactly pale, but stays a light white tone. She is rather to get sunburnt than catch a tan in summer.
Her hair is naturally blonde, but gets often mistaken for dyed due to her darker roots that make her seem to have naturally brown hair. Myriam's eyes are blue-green and though mostly being described as blue or green, the light can make them look beige-ish too at times.
Her breasts are a decent B cup and rather perky.
Age
18 years
Born on February 24, 1997
Gender
Female
Sexuality
Bisexual with a preference for girls
Likes
Animals
Dancing (and cheerleading)
Doing sports (especially ones involving a ball of any kind)
Books
Chess
Bright colors
The USA flag and the UK flag
Nature and all four seasons
Creative people (she is not creative herself)
Pizza!
Children
Riding the bike
Magic (she will not hear that it is not real!)
Dislikes
Loud sudden noises
Violence
Mean words
Being touched out of nowhere
Being left out or behind
Phoning or voice messages
Fights
Trump
Politics
Needles
Boxing (she considers it too violent)
Power
Mind Control
Myriam's power is easily described as mind control, although it is a lot more complicated than "I say jump, you ask how high". Her ability in using the power is so small, it's barely there. Her power has only unleashed once in her lifetime so far.
At the moment the only time she will be able to use it, is when in great, deeply fear. If she then uses her words to beg someone for something, it will most likely happen. Though the state of someone else doing as she says will only hold on for a few seconds, it might be enough to give her a chance to flee the situation that put her in such horror.
A downside of the power is that she has to be careful what words she uses. At the momental state it's not a necessity since she doesn't know how to use her power anyway. But once unleashed, her power works freely and cannot be blocked out. Meaning if she is angry and yells "fuck yourself", exactly that will happen. She will have to choose her words very wisely once her power breaks through completely. If she would tell someone to "just go and have fun", they will not stop having fun until either death comes along and reprieves them or the effect of the mind control will end (length of mind control effect will change over the time).
The power only works when her words reach the other person's ears directly. It does not work over any kind of speaker, telephone or through a thin wall or door, ect. However, given that she cannot control the power anyway, that is her least problem at the moment.
Personality
Myriam is a very kind person and was very open and happy until the incident happened. However, now her personality has changed. The following is how she is now, after the traumatising experience.
Myriam likes to stay quiet and observe instead of getting into the conversation herself. She doesn't like to be touched out of nowhere, she has to be able to see when someone wants to give her a hug or touch her arm or take her hand in order to prepare for the feeling. The girl is very scared of loud, sudden noises and will shrink together when hearing any unprepared loud noise.
She loves animals and little kids, always wanted to be a mother herself but now not so sure about anything anymore. Any animal is holy to her and she will not harm them, but rather take it outside the house if possible. She is not afraid of any kind of animal and would gladly own a pair of every animal on the planet - yes even the dangerous and toxic onces. The best way to her heart is probably over an animal.
History
Myriam Riley Cassedy grew up as an only child. She had a healthy social life, was doing alright in school and had fun at playing baseball and voleyball. She was a cheerleader in High School and looking forward to her graduation and college years. And then something changed her life completely.
At a dark, rainy night her father sneaked into her room and what happened had put her into a state of incredible fear and horror that had set free her power for the first and last time in her life. She screamed for him to stop several times and when his actions completely froze, she allowed herself to look at him. Horror was on his face as he couldn't move anymore. The girl pushed him off her, running for her dear life. She didn't understand what had happened and certainly did not know that she had forced him to do what she said.
Not wanting to talk about what had happened, she did not dare to go to one of her friends' houses. Especially since she was scared he'd show up there to collect her and bring her home. So she ran and ran until no more breath was in her, collapsed at a train station far away from home and fell asleep in a corner, too tired to make one single thought anymore.
The next time she woke up, she had no idea how much time had passed and if she slept a few hours or a few days - could have easily been both-, but she knew that she definitely did not fall asleep here. She found herself in the room.
Extra
She can handle a shotgun, but has never shot at anything living, only cans and glass bottles. |
51,898 | 1,401 | 107 | 69 | 678 | Lyra wept all the harder as Stasya wrapped an arm around her like the mother who had abandoned her once had. She whispered comforting words, none of which Lyra understood but her own name. She shivered when she heard that name. The one her parents had given her. It was a reminder of where she came from... of who had betrayed her. She had trusted them, and they had used her. She wouldn't repeat that mistake. Not with them and not with the girl who was at the moment the only thing between her and complete despair. No one could be trusted.
"I want to leave. Now," she said between sobs. Of course, she knew that her companion couldn't grant that wish. She, like Lyra, was only a child. She weakly tugged at the restraints connecting her to her bed. Of course, they gave no avail. Not to her. She was too weak. But Stasya might not be.
"Those claws," she said, forming imaginary ones with her own fingers to illustrate the point. "I don't know what fabric the cuffs are made of, but I bet you could cut them up. Break them and escape with me. If you can get me somewhere dark I won't be a burden... we can travel at night and sleep during the day. Please. If you don't, I..."
She flexed her fingers helplessly. She'd never been very good at tying a knot. It would be difficult to hang herself with her bed sheets - and if she failed, her arms would probably get locked up, too. But what other choice did she have? She had to get out, one way or another. She was no longer living the coddled life she had been only a day ago. Sometimes, it would be necessary to take risks... | Name: Lyra Mistly
Age: 16 (Birthday: October 28th 1999)
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Appearance:
History: Lyra should have had it all. She was born to rich parents, excelled in school, and was one of the most sought after girls at her school. But she was robbed of it, all because of a disease she was born with that the doctors couldn't diagnose.
Her parents flew her all over the country trying to figure it out, yet none of them knew what afflicted her. The disease drained her of most of her strength, made even walking across the street an exhausting chore. Yet it did nothing else. On an examination table, nothing appeared wrong with her. The doctors prescribed her many pills, yet every one of them was ineffective. The weakness persisted.
Eventually, her parents gave up. They coddled her, protected her, but could not free her from her affliction. So she went through life excluded from the other children's games at school. Even when they played inside, she was kept separate from them out of fear that they would accidentally hurt her. So she decided that she liked being alone, that she needed no friends. She would stay inside, reading, playing games, doing whatever she had to to avoid dwelling on her condition.
Yet, one night, when she was 15, all of that changed. She woke up in the middle of the night and found that she could walk. Though she ran around the mansion all night, she never grew tired. Not until the sun began to rise.
She was abducted before she could find out more than that her strength returned in the darkness.
Power: Lyra can manipulate shadows and darkness. However, her powers work only when there is little light, and the deeper the darkness, the stronger she is. When she is in the light her powers fade and her physical strength returns to her normal, feeble levels. |
51,899 | 1,401 | 108 | 1,182 | 1,252 | Lucie Valentine
Pool - Room 12
If this girl hadn't wanted an audience she should have picked a less public venue for her little charade. Perhaps somewhere like her room. They were all assigned rooms, after all. And perfectly nice ones, too. But of course that wouldn't have served the required purpose of getting the attention she so obviously needed. There wasn't much point in putting on a woe is me act if no one was around to see it.
All that fake drowning had obviously addled her eyesight as well as her brain, for she pretty much demanded that Lucie not talk about matters she hadn't seen. The girl found herself rolling her eyes at the stupidity of it all. Of course this drownee was upset at having her moment stolen. The girl's comments about the red head being 'thirsty’ - a word people on the internet used when they wanted to seem edgy, she remembered - more than likely stemmed from the fact that her cute little bonding moment with her savior hadn't gone as planned. For someone who thought she was making a clever comeback, she droned endlessly and incessantly.
“You tried to drown - wait, my bad, fake drown - yourself but I'm the thirsty one?”
Lucie laughed then, amused by it.
The blonde girl's comments about friendship and love and peace were obviously full of it. Nobody sincere or sane turned a total personality 180 like that. Lucie decided then and there that the whacko was best avoided. She was beginning to agree with the rather harsh statement made by the outspoken brunette. Which then led to more troubling matters.
This girl could read minds? That was creepy and potentially awkward for everyone involved.
“I do not envy you that.”
The rescuer had beat a hasty albeit polite retreat. The foreigner left as well, presumably to get some food. Lucie considered offering to join her, but then reconsidered as the thought of food made her stomach churn unpleasantly. Before she could leave, however, something entirely unexpected happened.
The teleporting guy appeared out of nowhere again and fell into the pool.
A muffled shriek left her lips and she jumped back, nearly tripping over her own feet as the guy landed with a splash. She was still splashed with water, though. It took her a few seconds to properly grasp the fact that he was naked. Random teleporting had been more shocking than nudity, at that point. The guy then proceeded to act as nonchalant as possible, no small feat considering the hilarity and the absolute awkwardness of the situation he was in. She had to admire that little fact, at least.
“Just a moment. I'll get you a towel.” Lucie attempted to keep her voice neutral and not burst into laughter. She was probably going to break a rib for her efforts.
It seemed like the extremely un-thirsty girl wasn't going to do anything more than ogle the poor fellow - attractive enough that he was, but still. She would have reacted horribly were she in his place. Probably started screaming and thrashing around.
The girl hurried over to the girl's locker room and found a large, fluffy white towel and hurried back.
“Here you go.”
She tossed it at him, taking care not to lean too far and fall into the pool. Just looking at the water was enough to make her feel uneasy. At this point, a noticeable flush had stolen along her cheekbones.
Feeling decidedly unsettled by the pool, Lucie muttered a hasty farewell and left the area. | Myriam Riley Cassedy
Appearance
Myriam stands at 1, 53m / almost perfectly 5 feet and is therefor considered petite. She weights 55kg / ca. 121 lbs and has a sporty figure. She doesn't really have a lot of strength and does't show a lof of muscles, though her stomach is nicely toned. Her skin is not exactly pale, but stays a light white tone. She is rather to get sunburnt than catch a tan in summer.
Her hair is naturally blonde, but gets often mistaken for dyed due to her darker roots that make her seem to have naturally brown hair. Myriam's eyes are blue-green and though mostly being described as blue or green, the light can make them look beige-ish too at times.
Her breasts are a decent B cup and rather perky.
Age
18 years
Born on February 24, 1997
Gender
Female
Sexuality
Bisexual with a preference for girls
Likes
Animals
Dancing (and cheerleading)
Doing sports (especially ones involving a ball of any kind)
Books
Chess
Bright colors
The USA flag and the UK flag
Nature and all four seasons
Creative people (she is not creative herself)
Pizza!
Children
Riding the bike
Magic (she will not hear that it is not real!)
Dislikes
Loud sudden noises
Violence
Mean words
Being touched out of nowhere
Being left out or behind
Phoning or voice messages
Fights
Trump
Politics
Needles
Boxing (she considers it too violent)
Power
Mind Control
Myriam's power is easily described as mind control, although it is a lot more complicated than "I say jump, you ask how high". Her ability in using the power is so small, it's barely there. Her power has only unleashed once in her lifetime so far.
At the moment the only time she will be able to use it, is when in great, deeply fear. If she then uses her words to beg someone for something, it will most likely happen. Though the state of someone else doing as she says will only hold on for a few seconds, it might be enough to give her a chance to flee the situation that put her in such horror.
A downside of the power is that she has to be careful what words she uses. At the momental state it's not a necessity since she doesn't know how to use her power anyway. But once unleashed, her power works freely and cannot be blocked out. Meaning if she is angry and yells "fuck yourself", exactly that will happen. She will have to choose her words very wisely once her power breaks through completely. If she would tell someone to "just go and have fun", they will not stop having fun until either death comes along and reprieves them or the effect of the mind control will end (length of mind control effect will change over the time).
The power only works when her words reach the other person's ears directly. It does not work over any kind of speaker, telephone or through a thin wall or door, ect. However, given that she cannot control the power anyway, that is her least problem at the moment.
Personality
Myriam is a very kind person and was very open and happy until the incident happened. However, now her personality has changed. The following is how she is now, after the traumatising experience.
Myriam likes to stay quiet and observe instead of getting into the conversation herself. She doesn't like to be touched out of nowhere, she has to be able to see when someone wants to give her a hug or touch her arm or take her hand in order to prepare for the feeling. The girl is very scared of loud, sudden noises and will shrink together when hearing any unprepared loud noise.
She loves animals and little kids, always wanted to be a mother herself but now not so sure about anything anymore. Any animal is holy to her and she will not harm them, but rather take it outside the house if possible. She is not afraid of any kind of animal and would gladly own a pair of every animal on the planet - yes even the dangerous and toxic onces. The best way to her heart is probably over an animal.
History
Myriam Riley Cassedy grew up as an only child. She had a healthy social life, was doing alright in school and had fun at playing baseball and voleyball. She was a cheerleader in High School and looking forward to her graduation and college years. And then something changed her life completely.
At a dark, rainy night her father sneaked into her room and what happened had put her into a state of incredible fear and horror that had set free her power for the first and last time in her life. She screamed for him to stop several times and when his actions completely froze, she allowed herself to look at him. Horror was on his face as he couldn't move anymore. The girl pushed him off her, running for her dear life. She didn't understand what had happened and certainly did not know that she had forced him to do what she said.
Not wanting to talk about what had happened, she did not dare to go to one of her friends' houses. Especially since she was scared he'd show up there to collect her and bring her home. So she ran and ran until no more breath was in her, collapsed at a train station far away from home and fell asleep in a corner, too tired to make one single thought anymore.
The next time she woke up, she had no idea how much time had passed and if she slept a few hours or a few days - could have easily been both-, but she knew that she definitely did not fall asleep here. She found herself in the room.
Extra
She can handle a shotgun, but has never shot at anything living, only cans and glass bottles. |
51,900 | 1,401 | 109 | 1,000 | 1,301 | Nikolai Arkaden
Auditorium
Nikolai was caught off guard by the blonde girls reaction to his "special trick", she hardly seemed phased by his apparent nudity. She also decided to tell him where the towels were, as if she expected for him to just walk his naked ass out of the water and grab one. But thankfully the redhead offered to grab him one, her face was flush and she seemed to be fighting laughter as she walked away to grab a towel. Nikolai watched her and noticed she had gotten a bit wet, as she passed him the towel she seemed sensitive to being close to the water. She was cute, her hair was something that drew attention to her and he had an affinity for drawing attention. He enjoyed it, maybe she did too. He held the towel above his head and kept it above water as he approached the edge of the pool. The girl began to leave and Nikolai didn't want to leave her without a show of his gratitude.
"Thank you," He said with the 'th' sound behind replaced by a 'ta' sound. He looked at the girl on the edge of the pool and smirked at her, she was soaking wet for whatever reason. He had only the assumption that she was pushed in the water, which seemed funny. Perhaps she and the redhead were friends. Nikolai decided to address what the blonde girl had said. He gestured to himself and began to speak.
"Special trick happened while I was on shower…" Nikolai said as he put his hands face down on the edge of the pool, preparing to lift himself up. He looked at the girl expectantly. She didnt seem to process what he meant and he decided to shrug it off. He pulled himself up and out of the water then wrapped the towel around his waste. It hung low, down past his knees. He smirked at her as he fastened the towel around his waist. He looked her over and took into account that she was soaking wet.
"You need towel too," Nikolai said with a cheeky smile spreading across his face, "I'm Nikolai, pleasure to meeting you." | Name: Lucie Valentine
Nickname: Luce
Age: 16
Birthday: November 6th, 1999
Gender: Female
Sexual orientation: Heterosexual
Height: 5’8”
Weight: 120 lbs
Special characteristics: None.
Appearance: While Lucie might not come across as the most approachable of people at first glance what with her perpetually bored expression and closed off posture, she certainly does present an eye catching picture.
Styled in an asymmetrical bob and dyed a vibrant, flame red; her hair strikes a vivid contrast with her pale skin and dark clothing. Her long, wispy lashes are darkened with mascara and her large eyes are usually accentuated with black eyeliner in an attempt to make the otherwise unremarkable grey of her irises stand out. Silver studs and small hoops follow the curve of her delicate ears, five in her left and three in her right. All this makes her look a fair bit older than she actually is.
The girl exudes the illusion of effortless grace; her long legs and willowy frame further lending credence to this. However, this illusion of elegance only holds for about as long as she remains still. Having gone through an unexpected growth spurt, she’s suddenly unsure and entirely awkward about her body as the next teenage girl.
Personality: Raised by her aunt after the tragic death of her parents, Lucie has grown up to be cynical and more than a little bit spoiled. For someone so young, she’s got quite a bit of vitriol towards the world. It's honestly a wonder she hasn’t toppled over from the massive chip on her slender shoulders. She isn’t above weaponizing the tragedy of her past to evoke guilt in her pushover of a guardian and get her way in the end; which should be a clear enough picture as to how she goes through life. And when the going gets tough, she uses her past as a shield behind which to hide from the problem.
Lucie is alarmingly unmotivated, even for a teenager. Rather than a case of laziness, she simply shows no concern for her future, content to let life just pass her by. Much to her aunt’s dismay, no amount of coaxing or strictness would snap her out of it.
However, for all her facade of disinterest and boredom, Lucie is quite aware of her surroundings and her peers. She pays attention to the goings on of those around her, often surprising them when she speaks up. Of course, as she has a tendency for sarcasm - and due to her acerbic tongue - most of these comments aren’t exactly well received. She’s also prideful enough that sometimes, she fails to see past her albeit very pretty nose - and god forbid she ever admits to being wrong. Lucie is extremely opinionated on certain subjects and doesn’t hesitate to let them be known. She’s quick to take offense and slow to forgive, leaving her with a scant few friends.
Lucie’s English carries a French accent to her words, being a native Parisian and all.
Likes:
Lucie is borderline obsessed with fantasy novels - The Forgotten Realms, Harry Potter, and Dragon Age being a few of her favorites. She can talk about it for hours on end if she isn’t stopped.
Drawing, though she prefers to hide behind the anonymity of the internet while showing off her work.
Obsessive drinker of fine teas.
Sylvester, her lovebird. He's magnificent and superior to all other animals, in her opinion.
Dislikes:
Food in general, fish being particularly offensive. As an extremely picky eater with an abysmal appetite to go with it, Lucie would avoid food if it was at all possible.
Schoolwork; Lucie hates school and puts in only as much effort as to ensure she doesn't flunk out of her classes.
Lucie doesn't like flowers since they remind her of funerals and her time spent in a hospital, when she got tons of those as condolences and well wishes.
Skills:
Proficient in digital art and decent enough in traditional ink sketches, Lucie earns a fair bit of pocket change through her commissions and has a decent sized follower base.
Knows how to swear in French, Tevene, Qunlat, Nilfgaardian and ancient Elvhen.
Knack for perfectly mimicking accents once she hears enough of it.
Making people feel uncomfortable by being tactless on purpose, and with her scathing remarks.
Fears:
As a child, Lucie had an incident involving an upturned canoe and nearly drowned as a result. The experience has left her deathly afraid of water in large quantities.
Hospitals have always been a source of fear and trepidation for her, bringing to mind at least a dozen horrible scenarios of what could go wrong. Her time admitted to one after the car crash served to make it even worse, if that was possible.
Snakes. Squirmy, scaly, slithery beasts that are the embodiment of horror in Lucie's eyes. This might have to do with the fact that she watched a - highly unrealistic, but still terrifying in her mind - movie marathon about killer snakes.
An inexplicable (and rather embarrassing) fear of hers is the paranormal. Lucie has never been strong in the face of horror movies and novels, but anything about the paranormal leaves her torn between hiding under her blankets and keeping a vigilant watch on every little shadow and rustle.
History: Born to Allison and Laurent Valentine, Lucie was a surprise, but not an unwelcome one. The family had their ups and downs but she had a normal and happy childhood. Well, as normal a childhood as one could have with a semi-famous model for a father and a makeup artist in early retirement as a mother. Still, they loved their daughter and doted on her at every point. She was their perfect little angel, after all.
Of course, life rarely gives us perfect happiness.
The little girl who was taught to be dependent on her parents for every little thing suddenly found herself quite alone and entirely devastated when they died in a car crash some time after her seventh birthday.
Lucie's aunt took over guardianship and attempted to care for her traumatized and injured charge the best she could. She walked on eggshells around the girl and couldn't find it in her heart to ever be strict with the poor little thing despite the doctor's recommendations. As a result, Lucie grew up to be tremendously spoiled.
Superpower: Selective Intangibility.
Theoretically, Lucie possesses the ability to render herself intangible, allowing her to pass through matter and energy completely unharmed while at the same time being tangible to interact with what she wishes to. At the heart of it, this power stems from spatial manipulation, manipulating the planes of existence on a relatively small level as the ability can only extend to herself and inanimate objects she is in contact with. It also allows her the capability to disrupt organic matter and electronics by passing through them. An added benefit is that she can camouflage herself to perfectly blend in with her environment.
Weaknesses: Selective intangibility is exactly what is sounds like, rendering her abilities rather limited as to what she can do. Her intangibility can only extend to relatively small objects, and she needs to be in contact with them for it to work. Becoming completely tangible while inside a solid object would injure her, and might even kill her, depending on the molecular structure of said object. While her passing through them would completely damage or disrupt electronics, the most it can do to an organic is to knock them out for a while. Her camouflage ability takes a lot of concentration and is only perfect for as long as she remains still. Once she starts moving, its difficult to constantly keep adjusting her camouflage and she isn't impossible to spot by the slight distortions. |
51,901 | 1,401 | 110 | 2,502 | 1,203 | Stasya Volkov and Lyra Mistly
Location: Lyra’s room
Collab between and
Frowning as Lyra tugged at her restraints and pantomimed something, Stasya leaned over to examine the straps. They seemed to be simple nylon, tough but not unbreakable, secured by buckles. She didn’t see why they had been necessary, or why Lyra didn’t simply remove them herself; it was obvious that she wanted them gone. The buckles seemed simple enough, if a bit stiff. In seconds, her new friend was once again free. “Там мы идем. Лучше? (There we go. Better?)” she said soothingly, giving Lyra a thumbs up.
Lyra bit her lip, eyeing the door nervously as Stasya took off her restraints. It took the girl only a matter of seconds to release her. Once they were off, she sighed with relief, nudging them away with her foot. She wasn’t stupid enough to believe they would stay off for long, not if they stayed.
“We have to get out of here,” she said, looking Stasya in the eyes and pointing toward the door. “If Nathan comes back, he’ll just put them back on, and maybe he’ll lock them properly.” A feeling of dread descended upon her; she had no idea how they were going to escape, especially give her disability. But she would not let them lock her up again.
Stasya followed the girl’s gaze to the door, then back to her, repeating a couple times. Does she… want to go somewhere? A strange feeling entered her chest. Or… does she want to leave? Thinking to herself for a moment, she came to a decision and pressed a finger to her lips. “Shhh.” She pointed up at the ceiling, then towards her own eyes and ear. They’re watching and listening.
She didn’t know for a fact that the scientists were, but she didn’t trust them not to be.
Slipping off of the bed, she walked to the stack of drawers across the room and began pulling them open.
Lyra’s blood froze in her veins as Stasya pointed upward, and her eyes darted to every corner of the room, searching for cameras. She couldn’t find any, but that didn’t mean they weren’t there. She shifted uncomfortably on her bed. If they were being watched, she didn’t have a chance. They would be captured again for sure.
“What are you doing?” she hissed, watching her friend search her drawers. “I don’t need to change clothing, it’s not like I can do anything on my own.” Saying that out loud made her cringe with shame, even though she knew her companion wouldn’t understand. “We need to go, now, or we’re both going to be in a lot of trouble.” Were those footsteps coming from the hallway? Or was she just hearing things?
A few of the drawers were filled with clothes, but most seemed to be empty. Gathering up a few, Staysa returned to the bed, gently directing the other girl towards the headboard. When she had room, she pulled back the sheets and threw them over the pair, leaving just enough of an opening that they could see each other.
Holding up a pair of socks, she pressed them into Lyra’s chest. “Lyra,’ she said firmly. She set them down and picked up a second pair, pressing them to her own chest. “Stasya.” Moving to a folded shirt, she pointed upwards and made a circular motion, patting the shirt and hoping that Lyra would understand what she was trying to convey. “Вот. (Here.)” Placing the two pairs of socks on top of the shirt, she braced herself on her elbow and made a thumbs up with one hand and a thumbs down with the other. “Да? Нет? (Yes? No?)”
For a moment, Lyra stared at the clothing in confusion, wondering whether Stasya wanted her to put on the socks. But then she recalled the circular motion Stasya had made with her finger. “Is that shirt, supposed to be… this place?” she asked. She shook her head vigorously and yanked the socks off of the shirt. “No, no, no!” she said, more loudly than she intended. “I want to leave! We don’t have much time…” She laid the two pairs of socks next to each other and moved them farther away from the shirt in a series of small steps. Then, she dropped them and held her hands together as if in prayer. “Please?”
Noting the movement, Stasya screamed internally. Yes! She wants to leave! Instead, she pressed her finger to her lips again. “Shhh.” Again, she mimed that the scientists were listening. Thinking how best to convey the next part, she bit her lip and placed the socks back into the shirt, then moved them again to where Lyra had placed them. “Оставлять. Lyra, Stasya, oставлять, (Leave. Lyra, Stasya, leave,)” she said firmly. Looking about again, she began tapping her wrist, where one might wear a watch. “Время. (Time.)” Again and again, she repeated the word, hoping that Lyra understood the meaning.
Lyra smiled when Stasya repeated her gesture of moving the socks off of the shirt together. She ignored the twinge of guilt that pricked at the back of her mind; if she was honest with herself, she knew she would be a burden. Stasya would be more likely to get caught if she was lugging a cripple around. But Lyra had no choice; she couldn’t save herself, so someone else had to do it for her.
Her smile melted into a frown when Stasya indicated toward where one would wear a watch. “Are you telling me that we have to wait?” she asked. In a panicked attempt to convey the question, she frantically pointed at the shirt, then tapped her own wrist a few times before pointing away. Once she was done, her arms fell heavily into her lap. She wasn’t built to hurry. Maybe Stasya was right… she couldn’t go anywhere on such short notice. But then she would have to endure captivity for a while longer, and if the scientists had been watching them, they would know Stasya had removed the cuffs and would replace them were something more secure. “Please?” she repeated, tears flowing anew.
Stasya heart cracked when she saw the tears beginning to fall again. No, no, no! Please, don’t cry! Reaching out, she gently brushed them away with her thumb and pressed her lips to the girl’s head. “Не плакать, не плачь, пожалуйста. (No cry, no cry, please)” She grasped the girl’s hands in her own and brought them up to her face, pressing her fingertips against the scales there. “Более того, мне нужно знать больше. (More, I need to know more).” Pushing herself up, Stasya raised her arms and bent her fingers, as if she was a monster rearing up. “Raawr,” she mock growled. Then she tapped her wrist once, moved the socks back and forth again, and brought her fist down hard on the shirt. “Затем, Lyra, Stasya, уйти. (Then, Lyra, Stasya, leave).”
Lyra blinked as Stasya approximated kissing her forehead. She didn’t understand. What had she done to earn that kind of reaction? She’d never helped Stasya in any way. She was nothing but a burden.
With one last, defeated sob, she suppressed her tears for the time being. She would have hours and hours to cry alone later; if Stasya was really going to try to help her escape, she could do that one favor for her new friend. Quivering, she moved her ankle toward the cuffs still lying on the bed. “Put them back,” she said, voice dead, “Maybe, if they weren’t watching, they won’t replace them with something harder to remove.”She met Stasya’s eyes for only a moment. She understood what the other girl must be going through. Those scales… she viewed herself as a monster, didn’t she? Maybe she wanted to find a cure before escaping. If there even was one. Lyra had stopped hoping to be healed of her weakness long before her parents had given up on her.
“I’ll wait until you’re ready,” Lyra said sadly, “But I hope it doesn’t take very long. I don’t think I can take this much longer…” She glanced at the sheet in her hands and twisted it until it resembled a rope. If nothing else worked, she could always try… that…
Following Lyra’s foot, Stasya’s eyes widened, and she violently shook her head. “Нет, (No,)” she said firmly. Clasping the girl’s hands in her own, Stasya pointed towards her. “Lyra.” She bit her lip, then mimed a talking motion with her hand. “Расскажи. (Tell.)” She pointed up towards the ceiling. “Их. (Them.)” She spat the word out, putting as much venom into it as she could to convey her disgust of the people keeping them captive. “Lyra, нет, оставьте. (Lyra, no, leave)” She put her hands together over her chest, making a pleading motion as the other girl had once done, and pointed upwards again. “Lyra, обещание, их. (Lyra, promise, them.)” Then, she crossed her index and middle finger, visibly placing it behind her back and winking. “Lyra, ложь. (Lyra, lie.)”
Lyra hesitated at Stasya’s refusal to replace the restraints. Her best guess was that her new friend wanted her to ask not to be locked up, to promise her captors that she wouldn’t try to run. “Do you really think that will work?” she asked. She would have dismissed the possibility offhand, except… well, Stasya wasn’t being locked up. Was she the only one? If the others couldn’t escape even with the freedom to move around, she didn’t have a chance. “Fine, I’ll try,” she said, slowly wiping her cheeks with her palm. “But if they refuse, I hope your claws are sharp enough to break through whatever they put on me instead.” She repeated her earlier claw motion with her hand.
“I’ll see what I can learn… if I really do have any special powers.” Her mouth twisted into a scowl at that word. “Maybe there’s a way I can actually be helpful.” She slightly bowed her head and wrapped the two socks around each other. “Thank you,” she said, “And, please, remember… we’re in this together.”
Smiling proudly, Stasya cupped the girl’s face in her hands and kissed her forehead again, hugging her tightly against her before clasping the socks in Lyra’s hands. “Lyra, Stasya, уйти. Вместе. (Lya, Stasya, leave. Together.) She pressed her hands together again in the same pleading motion as before. “Oбещают. (Promise.)”
A thought occurred to her, and she nervously bit her lip again. Did she dare tell Lyra? To ask? She seemed to have gone along with everything that Stasya had asked so far. She looked away for a moment, wondering.
“What’s wrong?” asked Lyra, watching her friend’s face. Stasya looked thoughtful, as if she were debating something. “Did you think of something? A problem with our plan? Or… something else? I can keep a secret, I promise!” She pointed to herself then ran two fingers across her lips, as if zipping them shut.
For a moment, Stasya hesitated. Then, she pulled out a third sock from where it had laid beside her. “Natali,” she said, her voice full of worry and fear. She pressed the sock to her lips, then to her chest, trying to impart the importance of that name.
Lyra’s eyes widened when Stasya introduced a third sock. She wanted to bring someone else when they escaped - someone she cared deeply about. Someone Lyra couldn’t trust.
Yet she was in no position to be making demands. If they wanted, Stasya and her friend could try to leave without her. They’d have a better chance of succeeding. So she nodded and smiled. Perhaps the two of them would find it easier to carry her around if they were taking turns.
Stasya shook her head. She wanted, no, she needed Lyra to understand how important this was. She picked up the two intertwined socks and placed them on the shirt. “Lyra, Stasya, bот. (Lyra, Stasya, here.)” Picking up the third sock, she placed it away from them. “Natali, там. Natali… (Natali, there. Natali…)” A slight tremor entered her voice, and tears began pooling in Stasya’s own eyes. “Главная. (Home.)”
She looked around again, her heart thumping. She picked up the third sock again. “Natali…” Screwing her eyes closed, Stasya dropped the sock and slapped the back of her own hand, hard, and the tears began to spill down her cheeks. “Причинить боль. (Hurt.)” She clasped her hands together, touching them to her forehead, pleading. “Пожалуйста. Пожалуйста, (Please. Please,)” she sobbed.
“Your friend… is somewhere else?” asked Lyra, shaking by the fact that her friend was crying. She put a weak hand on Stasya’s arm, ignoring the odd feeling of the scales, in an attempt to comfort her. “Do you want to return to them… or rescue them?” she asked, unsure how to convey her meaning. Regardless, it was more than obvious that whoever Stasya was talking about was very, very important to her. Lyra nodded quickly. “We’ll find them,” she said, cheeks growing warm. She wouldn’t be any help. But she had to do what she could, didn’t she?
Raising her head, Stasya nodded, her lip trembling. More than anything, she needed Lyra to understand who Natali was. She pressed a hand to her chest. “Stasya, девушка. (Stasya, girl.)” Reaching across, she gingerly placed her hand on Lyra’s chest, careful not to touch her… inappropriately. “Lyra, девушка. (Lyra, girl.)” Holding up the sock, brought the index finger and thumb of her other hand close together, but not touching. “Natali, малышка. (Natali, little girl.)” She clasped the sock to her chest again, struggling to hold back her sobs. “Natali, моя сестра. (Natali, my sister.)”
Lyra chewed at her lip, trying to figure out what Stasya was saying. The person she was talking about was like them, so probably a girl, but short… a child? Her eyes widened. “A younger sister?” she asked, slowly stroking her friend’s shoulder. She nodded. “Once we escape, we can find her. Everyone here is a teenager, so she wouldn’t have been taken.” Lyra paused worried. Had something bad happened to Stasya’s sister? She dared not ask out of fear of upsetting her even more…
The dam didn’t break, but it did start to let off some pressure. In an instant, Stasya had wrapped Lyra up in a tight hug, pressing her face into the girl’s neck as her shoulders shook. “Спасибо. Спасибо. (Thank you. Thank you.)” she wept, the fear and confusion of everything that had happened since she had first woken up in this strange place overtaking her.
Lyra nearly panicked as Stasya wrapped her in her arms. She was so strong, so healthy; it had been years since Lyra had last been held like she was being now. She maneuvered her feeble arms around Stasya and offered a weak squeeze in return. It was an odd feeling - scary, yet strangely comforting. Stasya could crush her if she wanted, or reveal her plans to the scientists and see her locked up forever. The thought made Lyra’s heart race faster. She was a fool - already she was trusting again - but what choice did she have? On her own, she was too weak to do anything. Her only chance of escaping was to trust in another and risk the worst.
Withdrawing, Stasya wiped the tears out of her eyes. Having to deal with all of this, being kidnapped, getting a partner in her plan to escape, the relief of knowing that Lyra would help her get to her sister, it was exhausting. Smiling wearily, she laid down beneath the bed sheets. “Спасибо, это очень много значит для меня. В этот день было ... ужасно. Я рад, что встретил тебя здесь, хотя. (Thank you, this means a lot to me. This day has been… awful. I’m glad I met you here, though.)” She raised herself up on one arm, her expression questioning and uncertain. “Это ... хорошо, если я останусь здесь? На данный момент? (Is it… alright if I stay here? For now?)” Thinking for a moment, she patted herself on the chest, then the bed, making a thumbs up/thumbs down motion. “Stasya, здесь? Да? Нет? (Stasya, here? Yes? No?)”
Lyra blushed as Stasya made gestures unmistakably asking whether she could sleep in her bed. After a short hesitation, she gave a timid thumbs up and smiled uncertainly. Being an only child, she had never slept in the same room as someone of around her age before. She had always been far too weak to make friends, and have never partaken in the sleepovers that children often asked for. Lyra crawled to one side of the bed and laid on her side, then gently patted the other side. It would be better if she wasn’t alone when Nathan found her free from her restraints. Maybe, if she could show him that she had a friend, he would feel more confident that she was adjusting to her new situation.
Stasya smiled happily, moving so that she was still giving the other girl her space, but would still be within reach. Shly, she reached across and took hold of Lyra’s hand in a gentle grip, murmuring, “Спасибо, (Thank you,)” as she closed her eyes. | Name: Stasya Volkov
Age: 16, December 21st, 1998
Gender: female (for now)
Sexuality: unknown
Appearance: Due to the potential extent of the subject’s powers, she may not possess a singular appearance. Currently, however,the subject possesses a “base form” of sorts. This form has the appearance of a fifteen year old girl, with pale-coloured skin, dark hair, and bright blue eyes. She stands at approximately 5’1”. Be advised, the subject has been seen to subconsciously adjust minor details of her appearance based on her emotional state.
Personality: Extended psychological evaluations have revealed that the subject is very compliant and meek, likely due to her past trauma. She is also easily agitated, particularly by close proximity to older males (see subject history for details). This makes her very dangerous, as her powers tend to reflexively activate when she is in distress. She has been seen to have frequent nightmares, though close proximity to a trusted individual appears to alleviate this.
History: Investigation of the subject’s previous life indicates that she came from a low income family. Born in Saratov, Russia, her father worked as a security guard, while her mother stayed at home with her and her little sister. Her father was also an abusive alcoholic. Starting at the age of 15, the subject was repeatedly raped by her drunken father over the course of a year, which appears to have been what triggered her powers; approximately two months after the subject’s 16th birthday she was found covered in what appeared to be scales, with no visible sexual characteristics. Subject was placed in the hospital upon discovery, and obtained shortly thereafter.
Power:
Adaptive Shape-shifting: Subject has demonstrated the ability to subconsciously make medium-scale alterations to her body in response to her emotional state and environment, such as minor alterations to her height, weight and density, epidermal alterations such has scales, fur growth and defensive weapons such as fangs, claws and spines (note: these are not particularly large or sharp). Observation has also revealed conscious minor-scale alterations such as hair colour, skin colour and eye colour. |
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