Free Runners And Curb Stompers. [Character Bin]

[Hillan]

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FULL NAME:
Mitchel Adrian Kurpnik.
NICKNAMES:
Mick.
ALIAS:
Arsenal.

AGE:
18
HEIGHT:
183 CM
WEIGHT:
72 KG.
BUILD:
Slim.
EYE COLOUR:
Chocolate.
HAIR COLOUR:
Light-Brown
APPEARANCE:
Besides his slim build and his rather feeble appearance, he's not much to look at. He's not very attractive, nor very muscular.
He's as textbook nerdy as it gets, minus the lack of glasses on his face, as he wears contact lenses. He has a few scars on his body
Some from his childhood as well as some from various bullies through out his life.

COSTUME:

A Modified Assassin's Creed Cosplay suit.
The suit is made out of nothing more classy than a layer of leather and then linen on the inside.
He wears a T-shirt and black Leather pants under the jacket, as well as pair of black boots.
He does also wear a pair of black sunglasses, as well as a black piece of metal at the edge of the hood, to keep it in place.

EQUIPMENT:
A Switchblade is kept in a holster mounted to his right wrist, allowing him to chuck it out mid-fight, should he need it.
A design based on several hours of youtube videos of "how to make a hidden blade".
He also carries a Slingshot as well as a pouch filled with bean bags and hard rubber projectiles for the Slingshot.

SKILLS:
A decent runner, spending a lot of his time as a child in the woods playing with his at the time imaginary friends, since he lacked any real friends in his youth. It has gained him the ability to maneuver in lots of terrains, everything from the woods to the concrete jungle.
He's a decent shot with his slingshot.
He's intelligent and a fairly inventive young man, as he has harnessed some basic craftsmanship that makes him score A's in Shopclass without any effort.
On top of that, he'll kick your ass in most video games, given the chance.

ABILITIES:
Mineralized Biokinesis:
The ability to reconfigure the cells in his body to make them into minerals. Mostly of the metallic figurative. Able to coat his skin with a metal alloy that works as a body armor that makes him unharmed by any small caliber firearm, given that they do not use anti-armor rounds. However, when he learns to coat his entire body, hie gains a new layer of muscle, as his muscles becomes denser to compensate for his increase in weight, thus giving him Super Strength as well as making him grow a few inches. His strength begins at 5x his normal strength. However, even while not being in 'metal form' he gets a slight muscle boost.

However, that is the most 'basic' portion of his powers. His Mineralization of his limbs does also allow him to perform shapeshifting with them. Turning them into weapons or stale tools. ( turning his fingers into lockpicks, his arms into blades, etc, etc.) The utmost limits of his powers would turn him into a walking arsenal.

PERSONALITY
Nerdy, socially awkward. Never been one to socialize. He'll tell you every trivia you never wanted to know about video games, be it Pokemon, Call of duty or Assassin's Creed. He's smart, but not very confident. He is all but charismatic, even if some might say he has a nerdy charm. He's usually keeping to himself, rather to avoid trouble if he can help it. He's better off, in his own mind playing on his phone, than he would be trying to make friends.

As Arsenal however, he's the quiet type. He tries to stand as tough and strong as possible, even altering his hunched over posture to a more masculine hero posture.
He also tries to use a darker and brooding voice. If anything ,he tries the Batman card and looking scary.
HISTORY:

Born to an Australian father and an American mother, his father an immigrant coming to the states to find work. His father worked as a butcher for many years, as his wife, Mitchel's mother was a journalist. His father was a woodsmith back in Australia, but he took up butchery in the states. However, he took great pleasure in teaching his fairly intelligent son off his trade, they even had a little room for Mitchell to sit in and make figures out of wood with a knife, making him rather adept at the use of knives.
His mom however wanted him to pursuit an academic career, rather than that of a craftsman like his father, not that there was anything wrong with his dad, but it would be hard for him to get a job in the future, if all he knew was how to handle a knife.
He was bullied all through his schoolhood, so bad that he was abused in school that it eventually forced his family and him to move away from their place, and move to the coast, to Gulf Bay City.

However, this nerd is fed up with being pushed around. He wants to grow a backbone. The problem is that he needs a mask and a new identity to do it.



ADDITIONAL INFORMATION:
His favorite music is 90's Boybands and 80's rock

[IntenseInsanity]

FULL NAME:
Christina Rose Felicity

NICKNAMES:
Chris, Chrissy by her father

ALIAS:
Volt

AGE:
Seventeen

HEIGHT:
4’9 ft

WEIGHT:
135 lbs

BUILD:
Stick-thin

EYE COLOUR:
Green

HAIR COLOUR:
Dyed black, originally a pale brown

APPEARANCE:
A plain-looking girl, Chris doesn’t care much for her appearance. Her thin build is a result of her forgetfulness when it comes to food and regulated jogging. She is far from athletic, and is very weak in her upper body area. She has a naturally flat chest, sadly, and very big thighs, leaving her to look a bit younger then she actually is. Her hair is dyed black (later on her hair will be dyed again due to a colorful obsession of hers) and choppy, reaching down to her mid-back in jagged layers, and is normally tied back in a messy ponytail. She has a soft-round face, completed with a small nose, big lips, and bright green eyes. Normally wearing tank tops, hoodies, sneakers, and sweat pants, she obviously has no sense of fashion. She has glasses, but refuses to wear them.
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COSTUME [IF APPLICABLE]:

EQUIPMENT [IF APPLICABLE]:
A few old, yet still working cell phones and cameras.
A box cutter, old and rusty from years of just sitting on a rooftop without use.


SKILLS:
A honors student, Chris’ most powerful weapon is her mind. She loves computers, books, writings, and anything that can make her think hard. Some may call her a hacker of sorts, as she knows many “cheats” around internet firewalls and viruses. She is skilled enough to completely eradicate a single computers database. Any time she isn’t typing away on her laptop or phone, she is jogging lightly through the city (how else is she going to keep her skinny bod?). Due to her fascination in free running, she tries to practice it, but isn’t very good. Used to take kick boxing, but quit after only two classes. She is quick enough to dodge simple punches and blows, though, so the classes paid off somewhat. Due to her rather large and imaginative brain, she is able to learn certain skills almost impossibly fast, it all depends on her interest in it, though.

ABILITIES:
Electrokinesis:
The psi power to manipulate energies, electrical currents, and generate static electricity with the mind. One with this power could even summon lightning, or convert one’s own body into an entity of electrons. This power can be used to take control of the electrons in objects as well. In water, her power is able to spread out far and wide, but in open air she finds it harder to summon the lightning she wants. Using too much energy can be fatal. Starting off, Chris is only able to project small sparks and bolts while using her phone or camera as a medium. Her abilities will grow as the story goes on, of course.

PERSONALITY:
Chris is your regular shy girl. She hates, hates, HATES crowds and loves to stick to the shadows, watching other people from afar. Coming from a bad side of town, she is always extremely cautious around unfamiliar people, and in school she is known not to speak a word to other students, only to a few teachers who seem to be the people she trusts the most. With her cynical eyes and pouty lips, Chris seems like a normal loner in public, but when she is locked away in her room, she is a completely different person. Alone (or with someone trustworthy), she is loud, always chuckling or giggling at something she sees from the safety of herself. Her interest in electronics and learning gives her very well refined diction, she almost sounds like an old English professor at times! At times she can be spacy, staring off into space with a dreamy look in her eye as she thinks about something. When not seen walking/jogging blindly, quietly through the streets of the city, she is either sitting on her window-balcony, typing away on her laptop, or laying on the roof of her apartment building, counting the lights of the buildings above her.

As Volt, she is silent, stealthy, and when discovered, sassy. Her interest in back talking and insulting her enemies is almost taking too far when in the heat of a fight. Her foul mouth is truly her sharpest weapon, next to her mind and boxcutter, that is.

HISTORY:
Born into a poor family composed of a drunkard father and overworking, playboy bunny mother, some could say that Chris is deprived of a family. Her father was normally at home or out in a bar, drinking, complaining, and eating his misery away, and her mother was off whoring around at a “Gentleman’s Café”, but neither of them were malicious or (loosely used) bad people. In fact, whenever they were home, they tried to show her even a bit of love.

She grew up in an old apartment building, learning how to take care of herself and her father while trying to maintain good grades in school. Her interest in academics came from her lack of anything else to do at home, leaving the young girl to read whatever she could find or bring home, which included textbooks. Chris was never truly shy at the beginning of her years in school, but the more she talked about her odd interests and the things she reads, the more people began to bully her. She was bullied to the point of silence, and no longer talks around other adolescents her age. When she entered eighth grade, her interest about phones and laptops and electronics began to grow, grow large enough to actually give her the motivation to get a part time job and raise some money to get her own laptop and phone. Chris has been working every Friday since the age of thirteen. By the age of fourteen she began to show interest in superhero cartoons and movies, which was normally the interest of eight year old boys, but after discovering a few interesting screenshots on a social network site she was hooked. The idea of saving people, making people happy, and living a rich and extravagant life appealed to the young girl, enough so to make her take up a cheap kick boxing class (she only went for two classes, though).

Chris once tried to defend a poor lower classman getting bullied, and it ended in tragedy of course.

After a few months of trying and failing to help people, she lost touch with her heroism side, but that was quickly fixed when she arrived home one warm summer night to discover her father, being beaten in the alleyway close to her house. In a sudden burst of anger and protectiveness, she grabbed the closest (and biggest) object that was within reach and quickly knocked the man away from her drunken father. While the man stumbled into the darkness, obviously confused and stunned by the sudden pallet that had crashed around his head, the small girl quickly dragged her father inside their building. When they arrived to their home, and finally the last bit of adrenaline left her body, Chris smiled. That had been horrifying, yet somewhat… satisfying. Her father was still somewhat out of it, after all, he had been pummeled to a pulp, but his wide smile of thanks was genuine. Chris tried her best to smile back without vomiting up the excitement and fear she had just felt. Saving people… was it really this great?

ADDITIONAL INFORMATION:
She is terrified of dark, silent places, as well as enclosed spaces and too many people in one small area. Her interest in remixing music has given a very strange taste in that particular art. She loves to dye her hair, her last four colors were blue, purple, pink, and black.

[violetember]

FULL NAME: Cordelia Annmarie Victors.
NICKNAMES: Cori.
ALIAS: Rose.

AGE: Fifteen.
HEIGHT: 5'3”.
WEIGHT: 113 Pounds.
BUILD: Slim, frail-looking with very little figure.
EYE COLOUR: A hazel green rim with a light blue in the middle and a splash of white just at the edges of her pupil.
HAIR COLOUR: A naturally wavy, sandy blond with a tint of auburn in sunlight.

APPEARANCE:

COSTUME: Imagine, however, that the cape stretches just above her ankles and that instead of a mossy green color, her costume is in fact, black.

EQUIPMENT: Being so tedious about not hurting others, Cori was never one for lethal weapons, let alone any sort of weapon, martial arts or otherwise. However, being an exceptionally fast learner (which is stated in skills) she can easily be qualified to handle guns or even swords. She would prefer things that allowed her to be as far away from her opponent as possible, but if it comes down to it, a dagger would do the trick. Especially since she can use her abilities to finish the job properly.

SKILLS:
First and foremost, she is an impeccably fast learner. It is not difficult for her to fully understand things related to education so long as there is an explanation that can be proven. Usually, it is easier for her to learn things with demonstrations or pictures, but not impossible for her to learn in another manner. She is smart, and has been even as a child, which is why being told new things is not a big surprise to her.
Although this is not much of a skill, Cori is very talented at drawing. While she did enjoy coloring and such as a toddler, growing older she began sketching figures. Over time, she has mastered anime and realistic drawings, but still has a little trouble with immensely complex things.
Lastly, being relatively resourceful, Cori is often prepared in situations others would not be. Not only in the category of bringing proper equipment, but also in a sense that she tends to look for outages. That is one of the first things Cori does when entering a new building, carefully observing exits before proceeding on to other means.

ABILITIES: It is quite a pair, the abilities that she will both be gifted and cursed with. A total of two that correspond with either one, and cannot be one without the other. First, familiarize yourself with her gift rather than her curse, even if the curse comes more often than her gift does.
Gift (Healing) – With this ability, Cori will not only be capable of healing her own wounds, but those of others as well. By simply placing a hand on another, endowing them with some of her life energy, she will have the power to potentially heal any wound they may have. This will become a very useful power for it is difficult to actually injure Cori completely. A bullet could strike her in her heart, but it would merely exit her body, the wound patching itself up without the need of bandages in a matter of days rather than kill her instantly. Even so, with such a gift, there are bound to be downsides. For one, there is a certain limit that Cori can reach. If she is to go any further, there is a good chance that she could die. While she will soon be capable of withstanding a few bullets, dozens are a different story. What will produce her ability to heal so quickly is ideally her life energy, and if she were to run out of said energy, she could very well either bleed out internally or externally. Along with that, Cori could die from giving out too much life energy to others when healing their wounds. Depending on how large the injury is also ranges how much life energy she will use at a time. It varies, but she can soon still give away too much nonetheless. Her healing relies on life energy, therefore she cannot risk to lose it all. Despite having more than a regular human, she could easily run out.
Curse (Hurting) – Lastly, simply by touch, similar to her first ability, she can also unintentionally hurt others. She can take the life energy of others. Not that she is aware of said thing, but it happens without her awareness. Like Rogue from X-men, she can take their life energy and use it as her own. If she holds on for too long, it is possible that she could kill them, and seeing as there have been hints, she could absorb their powers as well. This power will be more unpredictable than the other, and harder to control. Due to it, she will disregard any sort of touch, refusing to allow others too close to her, frightened that she could potentially hurt them.

PERSONALITY FILE: To say the very least, Cori is introverted. She relies strictly on herself, and is overall a very independent person. Since childhood, Cori was thrown into the wild, given no other choice but to survive the world on her own. At first, it was bewildering, but Cori coped, aware that there was no other way. Supposedly, Cori is mature for her age. She is intelligent in nearly all aspects and carries what elders would presume is a “good head on her shoulders”. She is incredibly wise and often times makes good decisions versus those that other teens her age would choose, and many would call her uptight. While that could be the case, Cori disagrees, coming to conclusion that behavior like hers compared to those of others gives her the better chance of getting a promising job.

Still, sometimes, there are occasions when Cori is too much of an innocent girl. Then again, after years of being treated like shit, she isn't really sure of what else to do. The truth behind her logic is simple: so long as she's well-behaved and does as she's told, she doesn't get punished. Even so, while she was once a girl who thought that everyone could be trusted, Cori has learned to trust only those who have earned it and be cautious around those who haven't. While she is smart intellectually speaking, when it comes to others, Cori is a bit on the naïve side.

The girl, early in her teenage years, still occasionally has her difficulties. While she tends to compose herself and can take great care of herself and others around her, Cori can also overreact. Referring back to her trust issues, in any case, if her trust is ever to be broken, Cori may not only blame the other person, but herself as well. She heals, but the wound will always be there. The damage will forever be a memory, and there will always be cases where Cori needs to protect herself, warding off those who are out to get her – to hurt her. It is a dog eat dog world, and she frets consistently about others along with herself, but no one is to predict the future. Unless of course, she meets a fortune teller.

PERSONAL HISTORY: The infant was born with the name of Cordelia Annmarie Victors, respectively after her mother's grandmother who had been a very dear person to both her and her father. Disliking this name throughout her childhood, she soon went by Cori, and people began to call her as such. While her early life was wonderful, with parents who cared for her deeply and spent a majority of their time playing and teaching their only daughter, there came a time when this perfect family became anything but such a thing. At age five, Cordelia's mother died in a car crash, one where her father had been driving. He, luckily, had been injured but had managed to live while the injuries her mother was forced to face were too severe for any doctor to fix. With such knowledge in her father's mind, he practically bolted for his dying wife, stitches still new, bleeding out at her very side. She smiled at her husband, told him that she loved him, and passed on.

For several minutes Cori's father wept at her bedside until he was gently tugged out of the room. Days passed by since the accident, and then days became months. All the while little Cori was at her Aunt Teresa’s house, bidding her time to her older cousins and the public school that the three children attended. It wasn't until three months later that her father finally returned to collect his daughter, taking her without a word and bringing her home. It was silent there, unfamiliar even. Cori knew that her mother was gone, but she was too young to realize that she wasn't ever coming back. Being the curious and naïve girl that she was, Cori repeatedly asked her father where her mother was and when she'd return, but he never responded.

Instead, he chose to rummage in the fridge for beer and sulk to his room, leaving his lonesome daughter on her own. With that being said, Cori was obligated to feed herself, and adjusted quickly, seeing that she had no other choice. Her father preformed the same routine even as she got older and never bothered to even acknowledge his daughter's presence. That is, not until she was old enough to clearly understand everything. One night, when Cori was at the brink of being nine, her father returned drunk utterly wasted, and although she fought relentlessly, it was then that her father first raped her.

Disturbed, Cori did not go to school the next day, but rather, remained in bed, staring blankly at the window with light blue curtains. Ones she and her mom had gone to pick out together. She didn't even bother to get up when she was hungry, terrified of her father spotting her and demanding she do something that she was not comfortable with. Soon night came around, which was usually when things happened, and right before midnight struck, her dad burst through the door and raped her again, and when Cori attempted to fend off her father, he would slap her, leaving Cori sprawled on the bed.

Over and over this occurred for many years to come. By the time she reached the age of fourteen, others began to notice her scars, cuts, and bruises. They immediately assumed it was self-harm, especially her closest friends, but she assured them it was nothing of the such. When the ripples began to still, her counselor then came to the conclusion that it was indeed her father who was torturing her. She denied that, unwilling to throw her father under the bus, completely afraid that he would make her pay for such a thing, so she lied. She said it was her who'd done such things.

Due to this, she was sent to a hospital for suicidal thoughts and self-harm. She spent over a month in that hospital, surrounded by other troubled girls, learning ways to cope with urges. However, Cori, unlike them, didn't have the need to hurt herself. Her father did that for her. What these people didn't understand was that she wasn't the reasoning behind all of this. Her father was. She just didn't want more punishment.

Under her doctor's discretion, she was sent home, where her father was waiting with flowers and a smile plastered on his face. Never once has she seen such a grin, not since she was a child. Cori was taken aback by this, but being gullible, she expected things to change. Perhaps her father had caught on and understood that his actions were wrong all along. Maybe things were bound to change...

They didn't. Cori's father blamed her for landing herself in the hospital, claiming that she had nothing to be upset about. Her father hit her consistently, even as she pleaded him to stop, down on her knees, eyes welling with tears. He brought her to her feet, only to bring her back down. It was awful. Cori was so sure that her father was going to kill her that night, and he almost had, but somehow the neighbors had overheard, contacting the police and sending them hurdling in Cori's direction.

The police came just in time to see the next swipe to her cheek, warding Cori's father off of her. They dragged him toward the police car just as he hollered her name, shouting “bitch” along with that. Cori was sent to the hospital, and in critical condition, she was reported to have a broken arm, three broken ribs, and numerous bruises and open gashes. All of which had been provided by her father.

From that day, Cori never saw him. They granted her Aunt Teresa custody of her two weeks later, and in a cast, she was shipped off to a safe home. There, she went to a completely different school, was given an opportunity to actually feel safe, and overall, life for Cori was better. She focused primarily on school, even got herself a best friend whom she genuinely cherished. His name was Jackson, captain of the lacrosse team. The two had such a great companionship that they shared secrets. Like his self-harming, and her abuse throughout her life.

At the age of fifteen, Jackson offered her a job, claiming that their boss had no problem with hiring another seeing that it was a local and somewhat busy book store. She accepted, only to realize that the required age was sixteen. Jackson, being seventeen, pulled through, scrawling on her application that she was in fact, sixteen and a half, instead of a mere fifteen years old. The two worked shifts together, he drove her to and from school, work, and practically any other occasion she had to attend.

Life was decent for Cori, one could say. But surely that won't last for very long...

ADDITIONAL INFORMATION: The girl has never once been in love, nor does she think she ever will be. The thought of love scares her for it is a commitment to another person. A male, at that. And as of this moment, she doesn't really trust men any longer.

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And Mick is officially mine. <3

[Lord Wraith]

FULL NAME: Ewan Alasdair Boyd
NICKNAMES: None
ALIAS: Torrent

AGE: 18 (Turning 19 in his second term at College)
HEIGHT: 165lbs
WEIGHT: 5'-10"
BUILD: Athletic with a bit of a boxer's build in the shoulders.
EYE COLOUR: Dark Blue
HAIR COLOUR: Auburn with highlights of red and gold.

APPEARANCE: Ewan has the build of an individual who regular works out. He has sharp features, and shaggy hair. His hair colour is that of a deep auburn with rings of red and gold highlighting it under the sun or bright lights. His eyes are a murky blue akin to the Lochs of Scotland. He prefers to wear large hoodies and long sleeved t-shirts. Almost everyone of his shirts have a hood on it due to Ewan's preference to wear a hood over his head when working. Dark wash jeans are his preference and he wears large leather bracelets on either arm and a ball cap turned backwards. Ewan's skin is often pale due to his genetic make up, but he does enjoy the sun. When on the beach or in warmer weather Ewan can be found wearing long boarding shorts.

COSTUME [IF APPLICABLE]: As a 'curb stomper', Ewan patrols Gulf Bay City in a large hoodie which he wears underneath a biker's leather jacket which he has augmented with various pieces of sports equipment. He has elbow armor from a motocross outfit, heavy gloves like those of a mechanic, and should pads from an American football player's equipment. The shoulder pads unlike the rest of the armor pieces have been attached to the interior of the leather jacket. The other armor pieces are worn over top. His legs are covered by heavy blue jeans which he wears motocross leg armor over top of. the jeans along with the heavy boots for... well 'curb stomping.' Over his face he wears a large pair of shades and a bandanna he wraps around his mouth.

EQUIPMENT [IF APPLICABLE]: On Ewan's back he carries a large cricket bat which the word 'Claymore' etched along it. He specially created this bat for himself from the finest Willow back home in Scotland.

In addition to this, Ewan carries around a small laptop and a modified smartphone. These he uses to hack locks, networks and various other electronic devices. Ewan also carries a traditional lockpicking kit but is not as proficient with it.

SKILLS:
Artist: Ewan possess a creative mind and is also an Art Major. When he has spare time he can be found sketching on a large pad of paper he always carries around. Ewan is also known for publishing an online webcomic about a team of crime fights who possess 'Superpowers.'

Hacker: Ewan is also capable of hacking computers (half the reason he was able to pass math), he uses these abilities to hack electronic locks and other like devices when on patrol as a vigilante.

Athlete: Ewan is a skilled Rugby player and Cricket player. He also had some boxing training in his two final years of highschool however isn't a very profficient boxer and is known for leaving his left side open. Ewan is also a member of his highschool and his current University's swimming club. He is an excellent swimmer who is almost always seemingly at home in the water.

ABILITIES:
Hydrokinesis: Create, shape and manipulate water at will, using it as beams/blasts or focused bullets/edges, Binding/stopping people/objects through the use of water. Ewan can control the three states of water whether as a liquid, solid or gas. As long as there is H20 within the molecular break up he can manipulate it. Ewan can also manipulate tides, control ocean currents,and create tsunamis or tidal waves when he is near a large body of water. Create water bubbles that can travel underwater since Ewan himself can not actually breathe underwater, he creates a bubble of water around him to trap in the oxygen and then moves beneath the surface within this bubble.

Density manipulation and pressure manipulation that controls water molecules to make water 'solid'. Hydrokinetic constructs, including weapons, walls, armor or allies/servants (However these are not sentient but merely an animated construct which takes a lot of concentration and effort to maintain). Ewan can also harden and enhance his body by collecting and manipulating water pressure within it. Ewan can also manipulate water to allow himself to perform water walking as well as water surfing by moving the tides within him while hardening the surface. He can also manipulate the water surf beneath the waves allowing him to 'swim' at high speeds.

PERSONALITY
-To be determined in the RP- [Hillan: Read as "I'm not a part of your system" :P]

HISTORY:
Ewan Alasdair Boyd was born in Wick, Scotland. Wick is located at the Northern most point of Scotland and home to Ewan's distinctive accent. As a young boy, Ewan would live with his parents and would take annual trips South to Loch Ness every summer. Ewan has always loved to swim ever since being a young boy, and as such has been on every swimteam of each school he has attended. His grandfather was the one who taught Ewan to draw and encouraged the boy's creative mind. In fact his Grandfather is the inspiration behind one the mentor characters in Ewan's online comic strip.

Ewan would go on through highschool becoming a bit of jock but still an artsy kid, eventully graduating and decided to attend post secondary in the United States. Using the money he saved up from his after school job, Ewan managed to buy himself residence as well as go to Gulf Bay University on a full art scholarship. [As of the start of the RP, Ewan has not started his vigilante career and thus the equipment section above is for down the road.]

ADDITIONAL INFORMATION: This CS is written with Ewan's maximum abilities outlined. However at the beginning of the RP he will be just adapting to his Vigilante hobby and have no traces of superhuman abilities.

[BiHeathen]

FULL NAME:

Jesse Marx

NICKNAMES:

N/A

ALIAS:

Copycat

AGE:

19

HEIGHT:

5'9

WEIGHT:

145 lbs.

BUILD:

His body lies between slender and average, but has a toned built to it.

EYE COLOUR:

Hazel

HAIR COLOUR:

Black

COSTUME [IF APPLICABLE]:

Starting from his upper torso, he wears a tight fitting, black, long sleeved underarmor shirt. Over it is a sleeveless black hoodie that compliments his slender figure. On the back of his hoodie is the outline of a white cat. On his hands, he sports regular black gloves. On his lower body, he's normally seen wearing black skinny jeans flexible enough to move in, a black belt with a silver buckle that resembles a cat head. For foot wear, he wears black and grey Pumas. Over his face he wears simple black shades to cover his eyes.

EQUIPMENT [IF APPLICABLE]:

Fighting Knife
Pocket knife
Throwing Knives (will receive later)

SKILLS:

Basic pickpocketing; Lockpicking; Street fighting; Stealth and basically anything a street thug/gang member knows.
Other skills will be learned after he receives his ability.

ABILITIES:

Adoptive Muscle Memory - (Also referred to as Muscle Mimicry, Photographic Reflexes, or Adomopathy) The ability to replicate any physical action after seeing it performed once. The user can copy any human movement after seeing it performed. Neurons can store memory as an electrochemical charge. A neuron can be keyed to declarative memory, which is episodic (personal experiences) and semantic (factual information), or procedural memory, which includes physical, subconscious learned skills. Procedural memory is the basis of most practiced physical activity, including martial arts and sports. In an average human brain, procedural neurons are usually separate from declarative neurons, so the parts of the brain meant for jump kicking are different from those reserved for remembering birthdays. In the adomopathic brain, however, there are more procedural neurons and they are more adaptable. The user will be able to learn and store physical actions in the matter of seconds. This ability, however, can be used subconsciously and the user could replicate a skill they didn't mean to.

Can achieve acrobatics, martial arts, and physical stunts. With these skills they can become masters and incredible at what they do, by combining what several forms and movements in rhythmic motions instead of using the same thing over. Fighting against people who move out of an erratic and unpredictable nature is nearly impossible and can not be memorized. Copying movements from say an Olympic gymnasts can allow the person to know what is coming next. Can copy how a person aims, giving themselves incredible marksmanship, though if he or she wanted to use certain weapons they would have to watch a person fire that weapon to be able to copy it. Such as how to fire a rifle as opposed to how to fire a bow, or how to throw knives or darts. The user doesn't have to be in the same vicinity to learn the skill. They can copy them from other devices such as a television, iPod, etc.

PERSONALITY:

Jesse is described as kind, caring, and paternal to those he calls friends. He can be very sarcastic and quick-witted. Over the years, Jesse grew from the meek, shy and very much arbiter person, to a confident, charge-taking, quite comedic cynical man. Jesse is often described as the glue that holds many people together. He can also be quite blunt and straight-forward, never one to wait for something. Due to him being a formal criminal, his patience can be very thin. People who don't know him might say that he's mean, but they would have to get to know him to see that its just his personality.

HISTORY:

Jesse was born into a normal white picket fence family as the only child. He didn't have that sob story of losing any parents or anything. Growing up, he had a relatively normal life, having normal friends and attending school on a daily basis. His mom and dad wanted the best for their son, pushing him to do many extra-curricular activities which Jesse showed no interest in doing. He'd rather stay home and play with friends and watch movies than do something constructive. His parents over time grew very upset with him for the mere fact they couldn't mold him into the perfect son they wanted. What they didn't know was that it would get worse from there.

Going into high school, Jesse was a bit naive and shy. He was one to easily manipulate to do whatever you wanted. This soon changed when he started hanging out with a few friends who weren't exactly a good influence. This so called gang went from doing harmless juvenile delinquent activities to breaking into people's homes in a matter of months. Jesse soon started developing thievery skills such as picking locks and pick-pocketing in order to make some money on the side. His appearance even started to change as he started sporting numerous tattoos and piercings. This went on for some time. All through high school to be more technical. Jesse found himself in many street brawls and school fights more times than he could count. It got to the point to where he was expelled from school and had to continue his studies at home. However this didn't stop him from hanging with his so called friends. The older they got, the worse the crimes they committed. Jesse was known as a heartless "thug" that would beat up anyone that even questioned him. Him, and the people in his gang were notorious for jumping random people in the street and putting them in the hospital. It was only a matter of time before they started killing others.

Even though Jesse had turned into some sort of a hardened criminal, deep down he was still that meek and naive child he's always been. He was a follower and only did things because his friends did them. He had no real backbone and no mind of his own. He was nothing but a copycat with no real skill of his own. He lacked a vision of the future and no sense of learning. His parents were more than fed up with him at this point. However Jesse had a small beckon of hope when he met another boy around his age. This boy interested him and he soon found himself hanging with him more than his other friends. This friendship Jesse and the boy had developed into something more. Way more. Jesse hadn't shown previous acts of homosexuality but it was hinted due to the fact he never liked women romantically or sexually and preferred to stay around other males. This was something knew to him and it took the liking to his now secret boyfriend to discover who his true self was. But of course, Jesse's happiness was cut short tragically.

One of the gang members that Jesse associated with caught him in his car kissing his boyfriend before entering his house. The snitch went back and told the rest of the gang which sparked instant rage. Being gay and in a hardcore gang was taboo especially in the area where he was raised. It didn't take long for a few of the gang members to track down Jesse's boyfriend while he was walking to work. They surrounded him and beat him to death. Soon enough, the death made it onto the news where Jesse had a complete meltdown. The people he had associated with had too the one thing that made him truly happy in the world. This was enough to light a fire under his ass and do something about it. The life of crime he had previously had been the very thing that killed his love. This incident was more than enough to drive him to vigilantism. The neighborhood he resided in had fallen under crime and it was time that someone turned it around. Jesse made it his mission to track down every single one of his former gang members and make them pay thrice over what they did to his lover.

Jesse soon enough made a complete 180 with his personality, not wanted to be the same person he used to be. He promised his parents that he would be a better person and even get a decent job until he decided to get into college. Within months, he was a changed person, but his drive to vigilantism was still there. The fire in his eyes still enough to keep him motivated. Now, Jesse works at a diner outside of his neighborhood. However at night, he looks for the people who were responsible for the death of the one person he truly loved. However it was hard to do so since his former friends had gone into hiding. Jesse has made sure he has a clear cool mind and not do things out of pure hot anger. Even though he's angry with what happened, he won't act out of recklessness and do things carefully. Like the old saying goes, revenge is a dish best served cold.

ADDITIONAL INFORMATION:

Jesse is a horror movie buff.
His music tastes vary from R&B, Hip Hop, Rap, Pop, Dance all the way to Punk Rock.
He likes to cook.

[Kenji23]

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[Token]

FULL NAME: Ashley Jane Frederick
NICKNAMES: Ash
ALIAS: Little Jane (Little John from Robin Hood Woot References)

AGE:17
HEIGHT:5 foot 5
WEIGHT:115 lbs
BUILD: Fit
EYE COLOUR: Green
HAIR COLOUR: Brown

APPEARANCE:

COSTUME [IF APPLICABLE]: She wears a black, form fitting, leotard she got from her gymnastics class along with her white and red scarf. She also wears running shoes for traction and finger less gloves so that she can get a better grip on things without damaging her hands.

EQUIPMENT [IF APPLICABLE]: N/A

SKILLS: Flexibility, Parkour, Gymnastics in General.
ABILITIES: Invisibility and Intangibility

PERSONALITY: Ashley is a bit of a loner. She’s very shy, especially at first and doesn’t hold up a conversation that well. However that being said she is a complete optimistic and is very hopeful for the future. She’s good at inspiring people to do what they think is right and has a strong moral compass. She also has a strong sense of giving back to the community as she feels that bad as it is, it has molded her into the person she is today. While there are both positive and negatives that come with that she readily accepts both.

HISTORY: Ash grew up on the rougher end of The Bay. She was raised by her mother and her older brother Dylan. They weren’t a rich family by any means but they got by. Her mother taught at the university and her Brother worked construction when he could. Ash herself took an early interest in Gymnastics. However because her family couldn’t afford the luxuries that most could in the Bay she grew up as a girl who apparently had no fashion sense and always had the worst everything. Whether it was a new phone or eventually a new car Ash always suffered from people asking why the hell she had her old shitty this or old shitty that. Recently she had even, affectionately, been given the nickname Old Shitty. She hated that more than anything else. However when the bills starting piling up and Dylan started getting less and less work as fewer construction opportunities were available he saw little choice but to join one of the many gangs that were oh so famous in The Bay. Ash begged him every time she saw him to stop hanging out with a group of people that broke the law to make a living. However Dylan saw life at home getting, albeit a little tense, overall better, so he kept up what he was doing and tried his best to stay out of any trouble he didn’t need to put himself in. Ash even had enough money at this point to go on one of the school trips out of town, it cost about 500 dollars and it was a three day trip to New York. However she found out when she came back from the trip that Dylan had been taken out.

For about a year Ash refused to acknowledge his death, saying that he went on a trip of his own and he’d be back any day now. However this ended and Ash became lonelier and lonelier as time went on. She had even gotten suspended a few times for violent outbursts when people would make fun of her. She began teaching herself parkour. She had a plan of action in her mind and there was nothing anyone could say to stop her. At this point she was dead set on becoming the Robin Hood figure The Bay would be her Nottinghamshire. She already had about twelve years of Gymnastic training so she figured it wouldn’t be the most difficult thing she’s ever done. She soon found out, on her first big heist, that it absolutely was the hardest thing she had ever done. She was stealing from a small group of men who had stolen from her local church. She wasn’t religious but that was hardly a bad place to start her vigilantism. While she did manage to ge the money they stole and get out, she had almost been spotted about three times on the way out. It was no secret that the reason she was alive at this point was luck. So she decided, after returning the money to the church that she would try to hone her breaking and entering skills a little more before doing that ever again.

ADDITIONAL INFORMATION: Usually wears a scarf that covers her mouth and neck.

[RBYDark]

FULL NAME: Diarmi Ackers
NICKNAMES: Dimi
ALIAS: Flip (though he admits it's not very good)

AGE: 17
HEIGHT: 5'8"
WEIGHT: 126 lbs
BUILD: Very light and fragile
EYE COLOUR: Hazel-green
HAIR COLOUR: Nearly black.

APPEARANCE: His skin is on the darker side of the skintone spectrum, with bright hazel-green eyes. He tends towards t-shirts, with his favorite being black with a skeletal pattern on it, and over it he wears a casual dark brown coat. He usually wears a pair of jeans that are worn through the knees and black hiking boots. His hair is short and dark, just touching his ears.
COSTUME [IF APPLICABLE]: He thinks he's got it figured out - pair of orange-banded tinted goggles to protect his eyes from knives and such, a dark blue scarf, weighted at one end and secured with a pin (under the logic that, if someone tries to grab him by the scarf, he'll be able to keep it from choking him by removing the pin), thick black hiking boots, pair of black work gloves. He's considering body armor, but hard to obtain that in secret. Rest of his outfit, a dark blue leotard and matching stockings, with an orange hoodie that he leaves unzipped.
EQUIPMENT [IF APPLICABLE]: Only the scarf, if that counts.

SKILLS: Mostly sleight of hand - since he lacks the physical strength to outright face opponents, he tends to "cheat" a bit. Distract, blind with his scarf, keep them at a distance, pickpocket their weapons. In addition, several years of gymnastic classes have given him a fair amount of agility and flexibility.
ABILITIES: He's only really got one power - creating a psychic "bubble", and he can only create one at a time. Anything sharp can break it. That said, he can use it to slow a fall or push it in front of him to hit a foe/take a blow. If he can learn to balance on it, it'll give him a speed boost, allow him to jump significantly higher, and might become a feasible ram to bowl over enemies.

PERSONALITY: Dimi tends to stick his nose into other people's problems, offering his help without hesitation or foresight. He gets a little disappointed when he's turned away. That said, he's very tight-lipped about his own problems and tends to refuse help. Even when he's getting overwhelmed, he tries to fix his problems on his own occasionally with disastrous results. He's generally distrustful of most adults, even those around his age. He seems to display traits of a bipolar disorder but refuses diagnosis or treatment on the grounds that it could interfere with his life. He's got a strong phobia of water, which is a bit unfortunate given the city's most likely natural disasters. Despite his general cheer, he seems to dislike talking due to an inexplicable (and apparently Russian) accent.

HISTORY: Dimi's family absolutely loves tourists. His father runs a small ice cream shop by the beach year-round. His mother may be a middle school teacher for most of the year but over the summer, she takes her two sons to the streets and they put on shows. Dimi was always the one to collect the money at the end, and he quickly learned how to play up his youth/cuteness for more money. His older brother also taught him how to get even more money through 'other tricks'. Off-season, Dimi was enrolled in gymnastic classes to learn more tricks for his mom's show. He was generally very happy with his homelife. Innocence doesn't last forever, though, and at 11, he was caught pickpocketing. As it was his first offense, he had to return the money and was left off with a stern warning. His mother expressed shock apologized to the cop and the man (and made Dimi do likewise). It wasn't until he got home that his mother revealed how disappointed in him she was - that he got caught. Apparently, his mother's family had been con men and scammers for generations. His father knew but hadn't cared since, hey, they were tourists, they'd likely never meet again and he loved his wife dearly. Dimi couldn't tell anyone since his mother was pregnant and, well, he was a criminal too.

His little sister has long since been born and Dimi tries to look after her. He's still unfortunately in his mother's shows (with his older brother away at college) and she's taught her daughter how to steal as well. Since he can't stop his own family from committing crimes, the best he feels he can do is vent his frustrations onto other criminals.

ADDITIONAL INFORMATION: None at the moment.

[benjaminrk]

FULL NAME: Kate Clover
NICKNAMES: Cat
ALIAS: Night Cat

AGE: 19
HEIGHT: 160 cm.
WEIGHT: 53 Kg.
BUILD: Regular
EYE COLOUR: Brown
HAIR COLOUR: Black

APPEARANCE:
COSTUME [IF APPLICABLE]: An old worn out Black raincoat with a hoodie. Black pants and shoes.
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EQUIPMENT [IF APPLICABLE]: In the beginning she chooses a big sharp kitchen knife. She doesn't care how she uses it, as long as it gets the opponent down.

SKILLS: Though at first glance Kate doesn't seem very intelligent, she has a great knowledge and passion for art. And if you look through her anger she is actually beyond smart.
ABILITIES:
Enhanced speed: The ability to run and strike faster than the average person. Over time the package comes with an endurance, reflex and strength bonus, but those never come anywhere near super-human level, just like her speed never gets to “Flash” level, where she can run like the wind or actually dodge a bullet.

PERSONALITY Kate don't take shit, from anyone. She pick fights even if she has nothing to gain by doing so. She is a very proud girl, and very protective of the people she cares about (which aren't a lot).

HISTORY:
Kate has little knowledge of her abusive farther or junky mother. She grew up on a orphanage, angry and alone. She expressed her pain through the dark art she painted. As she grew older she got picked on by a lot a boys, especially as she seemed to have no real interest in them. She got hospitalized multiple times because of cases where she simple didn't want to back out of a fight, and rarely did she actually manage to hurt the larger opponents much.
With no parents to really care, coming out of the closet was an easy thing, as she met the one bright spot in her life: Sarah. Sarah was the complete opposite of her, having loving parent and never wanting to get in any kind of trouble. The only real thing they ever had in common was their love for art. A whole room in Kate's small cheap apartment was dedicated for them to express themselves through painting.
Sarah's parents hate Kate with every inch of their heart, and the 2 girls' relationship has been tried many times, as Kate would again and again get in trouble for not wanting to take any kind of crap from people on the streets.
Now the times are changing. Kate has a lot of spare time as she only work part time in a small grocery store. Having finally recovered from a stab-wound she got 6 months ago, her art has become a bit lighter and more colorful.

ADDITIONAL INFORMATION:
If it's not obvious: Kate is a lesbian
(I have of course no intention of making that fact into some cheesy male fantasy plot)

[Teen Idle]

FULL NAME: Cavan Radford
NICKNAMES: Cav
ALIAS: Storm

AGE: 18
HEIGHT: 5ft'11 / 180cm
WEIGHT: 9st'3 / 130lbs
BUILD: Slim
EYE COLOUR: Grey
HAIR COLOUR: Brown (bleached)

SKILLS
Cavan is quite athletic - albeit, not in the traditional sense of sport. Despite being an accomplished gymnast, his real passion lies in skating - be it on a board or blades - and it's something he's very good at. He's also interested in parkour and often incorporates his wheels into his freerunning. Aside from that, he's a capable fighter, and whilst he did briefly take self-defence classes, he found that he learned the most from actually defending himself in the frequent occasions someone would attack him.

He played the drums in a band during high school, but he loves music in general and can also play bass, guitar, synth and even sing a little - though he doesn't really like the latter. He's a talented artist who prefers surrealist and abstract work, but is capable of creating realistic work to an equal quality.

ABILITIES
Meteorokinesis: The user can sense and influence meteorological patterns, creating rain, wind, hail, lightning, snow, sleet, fog and temperature changes. This includes the ability to generate various natural phenomena or control the intensity of the weather in highly concentrated or vastly extended areas.

PERSONALITY
Cavan is quite the reserved type, although this is not to be confused with shyness or social ineptness. When he's with his friends, he's fun to be around - especially when he's under the influence of alcohol and various other substances - but in groups of people he doesn't know, he prefers to remain subtle unless spoken to. This perhaps stems from personal issues which cause him to take extended periods of time before he feels like he can be himself around people. Never one to play the leader, Cav prefers to follow the orders of others - however, he is sometimes conflicted when he believes the one giving orders is making a poor decision. In these instances, he is more likely to simply disobey them and do things his own way, as opposed to causing an argument, and if this goes badly he is more than willing to accept the blame. Over all, Cavan is just a regular guy who loves nothing more than to party and play loud music with his friends.

HISTORY
Cavan grew up with his parents in the suburban neighbourhood of Fairview, California. Growing up, his dad, Tom, was almost always away on business - he was an award-winning businessman and earned top dollar for his wife and only son. Naturally, this meant that Cavan spent a lot of time with his stay-at-home mom, Alice, and the two had a close relationship. Much to his parents initial dismay, Cavan did not spend time with the other children on the lane - he much preferred to go into the city and hang at the skate park with the locals. They might not have had the same background as his, but they were certainly a lot more interesting than the spoilt brats on his lane. Despite his pampered upbringing, one thing that was always evident about Cav was that he respects his parents for what they give him and is entirely grateful. By the age of 18, found a humble apartment in a rough area of the city - incredibly cheap to run. His parents said they didn't mind paying for something nicer, but he was determined to have the quaint property. He even paid some money earned from gigs towards the bills himself. Life was perfect - he had a great relationship with his parents, who he visited often, and an equally enjoyable relationship with his friends.

However, Cavan has a secret - one that he has kept since he was 14, not telling a single soul; he's gay. He's not ashamed about it - he is who he is, as far as he's concerned. No, he's more scared; scared that the people he loves will no longer return the gesture, scared of jeopardizing his perfect relationships with his friends and family. And, what's more, he hasn't met anyone special yet. There's nothing he hates more than flamboyant faggots, the way they make a fool out of themselves and cheapen their identity by becoming a parody; a stereotype. And, unfortunately for him, most of the gays he has come across during his time are exactly those kind of people. So, until he falls in love, what's the point in coming out? He has his family, he has his friends. He's happy.