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[b]Name:[/b] John Reynolds
[b]Age:[/b] 22
[b]Gender:[/b] Male
[b]Height:[/b] 6'1
[b]Eye Colours:[/b] Left is Brown, Right is like...Bluish Purple
[b]Gift:[/b] John can sense when other Gifted make use of their gifts, and can feel the intensity based on how far away he is compared to where the gift was used. For example: he can sense you the moment you use your ability, but he'll have to play the Hot/Cold game to find the spot where you used your gift. He can't actually track you(as in you, yourself, not your gift) unless your gift is constantly in use, or unless you're constantly using your gift.
[B]Bio:[/b] John grew up as a fairly normal kid, taking a great liking to video games and movies and books. He enjoyed watching and reading these fantasies, and wished he could be in one himself. But as time went on John realized what an impossible dream that might be, because he began to notice that he was just a nobody. There was nothing truly special about him, and aside from being slightly above average in school - he really didn't do anything else. No sports, no extracurricular activities, no nothing. Just your average Joe...or...John. That is, until his eighteenth birthday; where his right eye changed color and he began to sense these...things. He didn't know what he was feeling, but one day he got curious enough to follow one of these 'feelings', and he came up to a house just as the authorities arrived at the door. He took cover and watched as the house was raided and a girl was taken out...she had mismatched eye colors, just like him! What was happening?! Why did they want her? Was it cause her eyes were different?! John figured they might want to take him away too, and he wanted to run away from here before he was noticed...but...that girl...she needed help. She was struggling and resisting, then suddenly she looked at John and screamed to him for help. His mind seared with an intense sensation, and he recognized it as the 'feeling' he followed over here...but...wait...the men who were capturing her turned and saw him. He panicked and got up to run, but...no...the sensation filled his head...and he felt brave...he had to help, he had to try. 

John tried in vain, and was captured. The girl and him were taken and enslaved; John was trained and forced to work as a hunter to find more gifted, and to the best of John's knowledge...the girl was strapped into a chair, forced to incite bravery into the hunters in training.
[b]Other:[/b] He's a naturally good tinkerer, and can take apart, put together, or just modify weapons.

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[b]Name:[/b] Alyssa "Valkyr" Camden
[b]Age:[/b] 22
[b]Gender:[/b] Female
[b]Height:[/b] 5'9
[b]Eye Colours:[/b] Right is a Faded Sky Blue, Left is an Intense Fiery Red
[b]Gift:[/b] Natural Selection - When Alyssa is pushed to her natural limit every attribute of her body is increased and intensified to some degree, for as long as she continues to exert herself and even as she's cooling down. This effect can stack three times and cause Alyssa to enter a state of hysteria and rage.

For example, with each stage she gains more stamina, more agility, and more strength, and can take more pain before reaching her limit(quick but risky way to stage up). Her sight, smell, hearing, intelligence, and intuition are also increased; but instead of increasing with each stage like her physical skills, they degrade with each stage achieved. Also, when enraged at stage two or higher; Alyssa will attack anyone she sees if a Gifted target manages to elude her. If Alyssa is isolated at stage three, she has been known to exhibit extremely self-destructive behaviors, such as throwing herself at walls.

She can reach Stage One very easily; by something so simple as receiving an adrenaline rush. Stage Two can only be achieved by having reached Stage One in addition to having exerted herself...which could result from something as simple as receiving a sudden and powerful force that would threaten her survival. Stage Three can only be achieved if she has reached Stage Two and is in a situation where her life is at a serious risk. Each stage can only last a maximum of 2 posts(total maximum of 6 posts for all of the stages combined), and it would take her about a post per stage reached to calm down. 

[hider=Written Example]As an example of how she might play out; [i]If she sees you, she'll know that you're special...and if you see her, then you had better run...run through crowds, through buildings - in through doors and out through windows - but don't stop, even if you think you've lost her...because unless you're in a car or can get to one...she will catch up to you. She's already at Stage One. 

Now it's a matter of out-smarting her, not out running...running won't help you now. If you want to survive, it is urgent that you get her to stop her pursuit - get her confused, get her distracted - if she catches you now, you're dead. You decide to run across a busy street, narrowly avoiding being hit by several cars going about 40 mph. You hear the screeching of tires mix with a shriek and a thump behind you, and you look back to see she was just hit by braking car. She's lying on the ground, and you sigh in relief...but then she starts to move to get up slowly, looking up at you with a relentless rage burning in her red eye. The entire street has stopped now, and as she gets up on all fours as if she were a leopard about to pounce; she releases an almost animalistic scream. She is now Stage Two. 

The situation is becoming more dangerous by the second, and trying to run away is now useless. She has you in her sights, and the moment you start running she takes off in a full sprint. You are starting to tire out, but she is just getting started. You can hear her growling and panting as her feet hit the ground behind you, and you know she's getting closer. You detour through an alley, and spot a two-and-a-half foot rusted pipe laying next to one of the dumpsters. Without stopping, you run by and pick up the pipe before rounding the corner to prepare an ambushing strike, and it catches her completely off guard. Your strike lands on her shoulder and forces her against the wall, and she seems to be dazed. You pin her to the wall with two successive strikes to the gut, before sending her to the ground with a strike to the side of her head. She was screaming the whole time, but as soon as you struck her head her screams stopped. Is she dead? You don't know, but you had underestimated her before...but as she weakly curls up and starts to whimper and cry you are reassured that she still lives. You know now how dangerous she is, yet you can't help but feel remorse....though you still know what needs to be done. You raise the pipe to strike her head again, ready to pummel her face into the pavement...but you hesitate - seeing her battered face wet with tears and blood - and then you close your eyes and swing. Suddenly you feel your pipe connect, but you didn't hear the gruesome sound you were expecting. You open your eyes and see that she had grabbed hold of the pipe, and that she was looking up at you with an almost dead blue eye...but her red eye was very much alive and burning with such an intense animosity. Then before you could make another move she shrieked...this time it was bloodcurdling...it was wild, and animalistic. It wasn't human...not anymore...whatever humanity she had was now gone. She is finally Stage Three. Your death is now inescapable...an absolute.

She kicks your legs out from under you, and by the time you fall to the ground she's already standing. She punches you in the gut, and you feel as though the wind was knocked out of you. She hits you again, and again, and you cough up blood. She then grabs you by the collar of your shirt and swings you around, slamming you against the wall. Again, and again, and again she thrusts your body against the wall while screaming into your face. The back of your head begins to bleed, and your sight begins to blur. Suddenly you notice she's holding you against the wall with one hand, and then her fist punches you straight in the face so that your only your head is slammed against the wall. She hits again and again, faster and faster - seemingly reinvigorated at the sight of your bloodied face, she starts to laugh crazily and repetitively...almost like a hyena. Soon enough, a loud *crack* is heard...and your skull has finally fractured. With your life draining away, you live just long enough to see her head come close...and see it rear back with blood covered lips and pieces of flesh in her teeth...your flesh...and then you're dead.[/i][/hider]

[b]Bio:[/b] When Alyssa turned 18, her parents called the hunters and then proceeded to take action themselves. Her dad grabbed a revolver he had kept in the case of a robbery and came to her bedroom. But she felt it coming even before he revealed the gun and took aim. A wave of what felt like adrenaline rushed through her veins, and her just recently acquired heightened senses began to dull. She locked in on her father and the gun he held as he choked out some line of regretful words with tearful eyes, but she wasn't listening. She was stunned by the sensation she felt coursing through her, paralyzed by the sight of her father pointing the gun at her...a single tear ran down her cheek. Her mind was overrun with thoughts and images of hundreds of ways to kill her father, and her body began to quiver. Her father pulled the trigger and fired, the bullet almost instantly drilling through her waist. She screamed, and dropped to her knees and bent over. Another wave crashed through her body, and she trembled and whimpered. Though her sadness was quickly being replaced by anger and rage, her father was overcome with grief as his hands began to shake trying to pull the hammer back to cycle the chamber. Alyssa pressed on her wound, and looked up at her father just as she heard the click of the hammer. Her red eye seemed to burn with animosity, as her normal blue eye seemed to die away. "Alyssa...my beloved daughter...you're turning into a monster...I'm just doing what needs to be done...what's best for us all...I'm doing this out of love..." Her father said as he looked into her eyes, but he hesitated in firing another shot. 

Alyssa immediately took that window to pounce on her father, knocking the gun from his hands and unleashing a barrage of ballistic swipes at his face. "YOU SHOT ME YOU FUCKING BASTARD! YOU SHOT YOUR OWN DAUGHTER! YOU DON'T LOVE ME! YOU NEVER HAVE! YOU'VE ALWAYS BEEN AFRAID OF THIS DAY! WELL IT'S HERE NOW! ARE YOU HAPPY?!" Alyssa screamed as she dug her fingernails into her father's face. His screams mixed with hers as he looked up at her daughter with his eyes wide, and she began to growl...quietly at first, but getting progressively louder. She then twisted his head in her hands and snapped her father's neck, grabbing the revolver as she stood up before limping into her parents' bedroom. Alyssa's mother was sitting on the edge of the bed crying, and looked up to see Alyssa pushing the door open with the revolver in her hand and a bloody hole in her waist. "NO! Alyssa...p-please! What...w-what have you done?! You're...you've turned into a...monster..." Her mother cried, but Alyssa would hear none of it...and slowly raised her quivering arm to point the gun at her mother.

The neighbors had by now all run inside and locked their houses, peering through the windows at the Camden household and listening closely to the events that took place. Another gunshot rang out long after the first...questionably long. Many of the neighbors began to panic and call for hunters as well, and beyond all of this mayhem there was one man who smiled. This man was powerful and rich, and a slave-keeper who profited off of lending his Gifted slaves to the hunters. This man was searching for only the most interesting Gifted to make his slaves, and upon hearing about a newly turned Gifted raising so many calls - he put in a call of his own. He wanted Alyssa captured alive...barely. He wanted to "domesticate" her, to train her to work against other gifted. And his wish was carried out...but it came at a steep price.

When the authorities and hunters arrived, Alyssa was staring angrily at her mother's lifeless eyes. But as the sound of footsteps got louder, accompanied with banging and shouting, Alyssa turned and began to growl. "They are [i]all[/i] going to burn in hell!" She scowled, and crouched down beside the doorway to her parents' bedroom. The front door flew open with a loud bang and three men entered, each holding a stun baton with handguns in the holsters on their belts. They split up and searched the house, one moving to check Alyssa's bedroom across from her parents' bedroom. The one man saw the body of her father and uttered words of disgust, reaching for his radio. But before the man could turn on his radio Alyssa tackled him to the ground. He managed a cry for help before Alyssa grabbed the back of his head and proceeded to smack his face against the wooden floor of her room. When she decided that the floor wouldn't suffice, she picked the man up and slammed his head against the mirror on her dresser, and then continued to slam his face on the broken glass that now covered the dresser. The two other men had come to the doorway by now, and Alyssa shot the revolver at one of the two men and ruptured his jugular vein, as the other called for backup. Alyssa then held the barrel of the revolver and struck the man she was beating against the dresser in the back of his head, taking the handgun from its holster before letting the body fall to the floor. She walked to the doorway and readied the revolver, shooting the third man in his jaw at point blank while he was radioing for help. But before she could move any further, over ten armed and armored men busted in through every door in the house to surround Alyssa. She fought back and killed several of them as they tried to stun her, but as soon as they switched their tactic to shooting to injure her...Alyssa began to loose. She took two bullets in her leg immediately and fell to the ground, screaming in pain and rage as she fired off the last of the bullets in the handgun she stole to kill one man. Then another shot landed in her leg, and another landed in her shoulder, and another two in her other leg before the last of the men could get close enough to shock her with stun batons. Alyssa's ability to fight back was totally incapacitated just after the fifth shot hit, but the authorities would not take any chances and made sure she was down. They strapped her down onto a stretcher and loaded her in a van, all the while as she screamed and cried. Some of the authorities wanted to kill her now, but the Slave-Keeper threatened to have them killed in return. And so Alyssa was taken away, and once in possession of her master; she was forced to wear a collar with two bracelets and two anklets that would, each of them, deliver a paralyzing shock should she misbehave. 

[b]Other:[/b] Her nickname "Valkyr" is a reference to(and actually the name of) a berserker-type character in the Free-To-Play game called "Warframe".