Name: Samuel Taylor
Powers: raise the dead, see ghosts (More to come as I think of things)
Personality: Samuel likes to keep things balanced, he feels that everything should be equalled out, like good and evil. He is known to be rather fair in most cases, unless he is backstabbed by that person. If he is backstabbed by someone, he holds rather long grudges and becomes quite enraged. He's fascinated by death and the afterlife, but he's not exactly sure why and he doesn't like showing it off. He's usually afraid of being called a freak or being accused of being part of some cult.
History: Sam is the oldest of three brothers, his parents like to give most of their attention to the younger two. He's never really minded that and actually liked being left alone sometimes. Though, he seemed to be a good child with few issues and seemed like an average person, his teenage years were a lot more complicated. He got into quite a few fights, one time breaking the nose of someone he had once been friends with. When he was asked why, Sam would explain that it was because they had done something first that wasn't fair. He never got any serious charges pressed against him, as most people began to fear him and didn't want to know what would happen if they did manage to send him to jail or get him put on probation. He moved out of his parent's house as soon as possible, he fought too much with his brothers and he knew the family would be much more relaxed if he wasn't there. He now lives on his own with a stray dog he had found as his only companion.
Name: Leah Scott
Powers: strength, high level intelligence
Personality: Leah is intelligent and planning, everything she does is always planned out first. She thinks things through logically before she makes any decision. Some people think she is a bit OCD and strange, as she would rather study for school than hang out with others and she always has a set way of handling everything. She never seems that interested in anything anyone else has to say, and comes off as cold, even if she doesn't really mean to. Leah just has a lot going on in her mind all the time, and having a conversation is harder for her to think logically through.
History: Her father being a famous psychology professor and her mother being a rather well known doctor, meant there were many nights were she was alone. She doesn't mind it though, it meant that she had no curfew and would spend most of her days after school in the library until it closed. Her family was rather well off, so her life was never really a hard one either. She always got what she wanted or needed and she lived a rather comfortable life. Since her father and mother were rather intelligent people, she was expected to be the same way, and she surpassed the expectations of others and graduated top of her class in high school with already an associate's degree due to being dual enrolled in both high school and her local community college. She now is in university, trying to get her doctorate in Physics Engineering, though she has been known to take a few architecture classes on the side
It was getting rather cold outside as fall had finally come to a close and winter was on its way. The leaves on most trees had already fallen completely off, and in the mornings it was easy to see your own breath. Samuel loved winter. He didn't understand why he loved the season and typical reasons, like he liked the cold better than the heat or he liked snow, never seemed to fit quite right in his mind. He never liked to look like he didn't know himself enough to know even a simple reason for why he liked winter though, so he lied to most people that would ask him that sort of question. He didn't get it a lot anymore, but that was because he was usually alone most people were too scared of him to go near him. He apparently gave off some sort of aura that just made most people afraid of him, though he never did anything to them. It didn't really help that he was known to be rather harsh with people that did things to him that he didn't like at all.
At that moment, he actually had gotten into a fight with three other people, these people had been bothering Sam for a few days now. Samuel would take walks in the afternoon with his dog, he never really put the dog on a leash or anything but it behaved so well that it never needed a leash. The dog followed closely by Sam's side and always listened when given a command. While taking these walks with his dog though, there were three people that had shown up at the corner of his apartment building about a week before, always smoking and always looking for trouble. For the past few days these guys have been attempting to get Sam riled up, usually by yelling how his dog should be on a leash or how Sam clearly didn't have a life. Finally, it got them the result they were looking for, Samuel had ignored them for far too long and punched one of them straight in the face. Then the guys pulled out knives and it became too much for Sam to do anything against them.
He finally caught his opening and ran, he had cuts and bruises all over his body, his clothes were torn in various places and he looked much like a victim of a senseless gang attack. His dog was nowhere to be found, but there wasn't time to worry about that anymore, he just needed to make sure that he outran the guys that were now following him from behind. He heard their shouts as they threatened to kill him. He doubted they'd actually go that far, most people didn't have the guts, but he really didn't want to find out. He was already in enough pain and just needed to get out before he was cornered.
Sam quickly turned down an alley and made sure to take as many sharp turns as possible. Then, he turned down a rather busy street with a lot more witnesses, that's when he finally looked behind him. Nobody was there, but his feet were still heading forward and he ended up running straight into a young woman. "I-I'm so sorry," Samuel said quickly when he realized what he had just done. His eyes widened when he realized that his blood had left a nice stain on her clothes. "Oh, no, I seemed to have...stained your clothes...uh...here," Sam pulled out his wallet to give the girl some money to buy something new or bring it to some place that would be able to pull the stain out. "I'm really sorry," He said again as he handed over a ten dollar bill.