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Tyler Me. I Am Tyler... / The Elusive Auteur

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Bio

Basic Information

Name:
Rosaline Marsh

Nickname/Alias/Etc:
Rose, Rosie

Gender:
Female

Age:
54

Height:
5ft 3'

Weight:
Enough.

Type:
Teacher/Counsellor


Appearance



Hair Color:
Brown

Eye Color:
Hazel

Ethnicity:
Caucasian

Physical Appearance:
Rose is a mature woman, whose very presence feels earthy. Her brown hair is considerably long for her age, and falls in wild curls beyond her control. Whilst she was incredibly slender in youth, time has changed this; most of her figure was lost when she became pregnant with her son, but the depressive phase she endured following his stillbirth caused her to gain further. She is also relatively short, which makes her more plump figure more obvious. Regardless, she is confident in her own skin and as a result her beauty shines. A true English rose, her dark hair is contrasted by her pale skin and pink cheeks. She has maintained her teeth wonderfully, which lends her a warm and welcoming smile, bolstered by the constant twinkle of her eyes. Rose wears more 'natural' looking make-up that complements her skin, aside from on her eyes where she likes to apply darker eyeliner. Rose also has quite big ears, though they are usually buried beneath her hair. They are much more noticeable on the rare occasion her hair is tied up. In general, Rose is still pretty; her features are almost feline in nature, and she has a natural grace to her.

Attire:
Rose is a fan of long, flowing garments and airy materials, which trail behind her as she walks and make her seem to glide. She likes to drape her frame appropriately but doesn't like to be too hot, so this 'look' is more of a practicality than a desire to portray herself in a certain way. That said, she was a bit of a hippy in her day and the prints of her clothes often reflect this style. Rose usually wears comfortable Birkenstock sandals, but these are often covered by her long skirts. The colour palette of Rose's wardrobe is wide, but staple colours include black, red, green and brown. She has no tattoos, and whilst both her earlobes are pierced she only really wears earrings for more formal occasions.


Personality

Innate & Outward Personality:
Rosaline is notoriously chirpy, warm and seemingly carefree. She is the type of woman who is up at the crack of dawn, cooing "Good morning!" to her groggy neighbours over the garden fence as they collect their post. She is frustratingly capable in stressful situations, and will usually say something to the extent of "Oh well, these things will happen!" in the midst of disaster, before carrying on with a confident smile. Needless to say, to certain types of people, this can soon become very tiresome. What is perhaps more irritating is that Rose is seemingly oblivious to the fact that her campy persona might be annoying. Of course, like most people who seem 'too happy', Rosaline has experienced darker periods. Losing her baby and becoming infertile robbed Rose of an outlet for her strong maternal urge. As a result, this grew out of control and she is immediately loving, fussy and protective of any young people she meets; determined to fulfil some sort of mother role for them, particularly if they don't have parents of their own. A large part of this can probably be attributed to the loss of her son, husband and parents; she is alone in the world, and needs to feel loved. She achieves this through being constantly warm, friendly and loving to anyone she meets, desperate to not feel quite so alone.

Hobbies/Interests:
Rose fulfils many a cliché, and some of these include the ways she spends her freetime. Rose has a ginger Persian cat named Winston, whom she dotes on. She loves spending time with him and speaking to him. Aside from her feline companion, Rosaline is also an avid gardener; even in the winter months, she is growing plants indoors. Rose enjoys painting in both acrylic and watercolour, but this is where her artistic abilities end; her favourite things to paint are lush, green landscapes. She also loves her job, and takes great enjoyment from helping people to find happiness. Rose is something of a philanthropist and is known to arrange charity fundraisers or volunteer on events. Generally, Rose is a fan of anything that keeps her busy, even chores.

Skills/Talents:
Rosaline's biggest skill is her ability to help. She is a great listener and takes great pleasure in helping others solve their problems; and as such, she has become very good at it. She is good at staying calm and takes a very relaxed and carefree attitude to life; she rarely keeps to a schedule throughout the day. Rose has a definite greenfinger and can grow the best flowers, fruit and vegetable most people have ever seen. She's good at painting realistic landscapes, but her other creative work is decidedly amateur. Rose is an excellent cook and often includes her own produce in her recipes. She is very clean and tidy.

Prized Possession:
Winston, her Persian cat. He is seven years old and is ginger. Rose has had him since he was a kitten.

Quote(s):
"Good morning!", "Oh well, these things happen!", "Oh, jolly good!"

History/Bio:
Rose was born Rosaline Carter to parents John and Hannah in the rural village of East Wickham, outside of London. She spent her youth growing up in the English countryside and surrounded by animals and agriculture; her grandfather was a farmer for whom her own father worked. It was a closeknit family of which she was the only child. She attended the local Girl's School, where she was known for being a bright and cheerful character who extended a hand of friendship to all. 

As she grew older and into her teens, 'Rosie' became Rose, and she found herself in the company of hippies. They danced freely to the music of Fleetwood Mac and the Grateful Dead, smoking marijuana and living vegan lifestyles. Rose was content, and it was in this circle of friendship that she met her first and only love, Eddie Marsh; that scrawny man with his tousled red hair and his loving green eyes. As they grew up, most of the friends went their separate ways, as is natural. But Eddie and Rose, by this point very much in love, stuck together as they left their days of hippyism behind them and progressed into adulthood.

Eddie worked as a carpenter and Rose a teacher at the local primary school, and within five years or so they were happily wed. Unfortunately, Rose's father passed away the following year, but he died happy having seen his daughter marry the man she loved. Her mother moved in with her and Eddie, as the couple didn't like the idea of her living alone with no other children to care for her.

Meanwhile, Rose and her husband were trying for a child of their own, and soon enough were delighted to discover that they were expecting a beautiful baby boy. They decided to name him Archibald John, after their respective fathers whom had both died. They painted a nursery together and Hannah provided them with the very same cradle Rose had slept in all those years ago. As the due date drew near, love and excitement was rife among the household. 

But it was not to be, and poor Archie was stillborn. It ruined Rose, and she spent several years suffering with post-natal depression. To add insult to injury, the resulting complications from her miscarriage caused her to become infertile, and so much of her dark period was spent dwelling on the fact that she would never experience true motherhood. Over time, however, the first flowers of hope began to bloom. Of course, she would never fully recover from her loss... But the wounds were beginning to heal, and Rose felt like she could begin to move on with her life, much to the joy of her husband and mother. She even began to warm to the idea of speaking with Eddie about possibly adopting a child.

It was a conversation that never emerged, as other things began to take centre stage in the couple's life; Eddie was diagnosed with cancer, and it was the beginning of a slow decline for the man she loved. She had emerged stronger from the loss of her father and son, and stood by her husband every step of the way. As much as she longed for him to survive, she knew deep in her heart that it was not to be. Every day Eddie grew weaker, and every day Rose accepted a little more that she would one day lose her husband. The day he died, she was neither shocked nor traumatised; in some ways, it was a welcome relief from the pain he had suffered over those dreadful final years. 

Naturally, Rosaline mourned for some time. But, like every disaster life threw at her, Rosaline discovered that this is all just part of the ride; "these things happen," her mother would tell her. Rosaline never looked for love again after the passing of Eddie, and she and her mother lived together for the remainder of Hannah's life until she died in the early 21st century. Alone in the world, but now much older, Rose sought out any hobby that might distract her from the pain of the losses she had suffered through her life. She found her one true solace in gardening, and would spend many a day wasting away the hours in the sun.

It was around this stage that her abilities manifested, and Rose began to discover she could influence the plants she grew in a way that was not human. She kept her abilities to herself and continued pottering her way through life, until she discovered an advertisement for a flower competition in Black Fall, USA. She felt compelled to enter, and did just that. Soon enough, she was on a jet to America, and what she thought would be a week long visit became a trip she would never return from.

Whilst in Black Fall, Rosaline discovered Academy 218 and her teaching credentials secured her a job. She has worked at the school for several years now, longer than many of the staff, and has extended her qualifications to offer free counselling to students in need of support and guidance. She lives on-campus at the academy with her cat, Winston, and has never looked back.

Family:
John Carter, father (deceased)
Hannah Carter, mother (deceased)
Edward 'Eddie' Marsh, husband (deceased)
Archibald 'Archie' Marsh, son (stillborn)


Relationships
Adam Blackmore
Rose met Adam when she started teaching at Academy 218. They have taught together for almost a decade and Rose feels they are on good terms, even if she feels Adam is too hard on the students.

Ruben Tarblatt
Rose met Ruben when he first arrived at the school. She was the one appointed to show him around and she quickly warmed to the hulking flesh-thing, admiring his intellect and willingness to help. Ruben may be emotionally reserved, but as far as Rose is concerned she feels he reciprocates her feelings.

Harmon Rottlage
Rose met Harmon during his first year at the school, through his associations with Ruben. He is shy and Rose wishes he would sit for some counselling, but he is ultimately loveable and polite.

Mason Crawford
Rose met Mason recently, when Harmon brought him to her office. Mason seemed polite enough and was British to boot. Rose is looking forward to getting to know him a bit better. 

Abilities

Power Class:
Elemental

Power:
Florakinesis
Rosaline has the ability to control plantlife with her mind. She can use this to manipulate existing flora or to grow her own from scratch, if the conditions are right. She can heal any plant of disease and restore withered flora to a healthy state. She can cause plants to grow at an accelerated rate, often further than they would naturally be able to grow. Rose also claims she can talk to plants, though it is not confirmed whether this is actually a power of hers or not.

Limits:
Rose can only grow 'natural' plants from scratch; she can't create her own species. When she manipulates plants, she does so using her mind; the plants themselves have no sentience, and therefore she cannot cause them to uproot and walk around to do her bidding. She can only manipulate plants to do things they would naturally be able to do, such as grow, bloom or heal. She can cause plantlife to grow up to twice the size it would naturally be able to reach without issue, but any further growth corrupts the plant and quickly causes it to die.

Weaknesses/Drawbacks:
Her powers work best when she is happy, and so a bad mood can render her temporarily powerless. Furthermore, a shift in emotion can also affect the plants around her, which react to her feelings. A sudden burst of elation would affect plants positively whilst a bout of anger or depression might kill of surrounding flora; as she cannot control this she consider it a drawback. Plantlife is highly flammable and can quickly be burnt away with fire. All standard methods of killing plants also apply, such as planticide or use of blades. She can't grow plants anywhere they wouldn't normally be able to grow, such as in concrete or stone; however in a desert she would be able to grow cacti, for example.


Other:
NEST ID: #2079-RM-UK
Theme Song: Kate Bush - Room For The Life

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KaminaShades A Man of Indomitable Spirit

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A Man of Indomitable Spirit

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Basic Information

Name:
Joey Shepherd

Nickname/Alias/Etc:
N/A

Gender:
Transgender Boy

Age:
17

Height:
5'7"

Weight:
143 lbs

Type:
New Student


Appearance

Hair Color:
Dyed Pale Blond [Originally Black]

Eye Color:
Caribbean Blue

Ethnicity:
Romani

Physical Appearance:
His pale blond shaggy hair is frequently dyed and is cut at around mid-neck level in the back and his bangs reaching an inch below his eyes, often swept to the side or held back in a hair clip. His eyes tend to have bags under them from lack of proper rest; these often cause him to look upset, even though he most often isn’t. His skin is somewhat tan from his ethnicity and luckily remains fairly free of any hugely noticeable blemishes. His facial features are soft and could be considered cute. His nose is round and a little small; his eyes are round, but hardly fully open, most often half-lidded and tired. His eyebrows are thick and remain the same natural dark black his hair used to be before he began dying it. He tends to do exercise and such in attempts to get rid of excess fat, but despite his attempts his somewhat curvaceous figure remains. Because of this, Joey tends to wear baggy clothing in attempts to hide it. He does wear a binder which makes him feel more comfortable about the whole situation. He has faint white scars running along parts of his shoulders and upper back.

Attire:
He most often wears baggy clothing, especially his bright red hoodie with short sleeves. He enjoys wearing jeans and sweatpants along with a pair of canvas sneakers. He always has a large water bottle or two on him.


Personality

Innate & Outward Personality:

Joey tends to be sarcastic and joking. He tends to be happiest when jokes are going around, especially his own. If he has a criticism, you will hear it with his sarcastic touch and a soft chuckle or slight smile. He prides himself on having a good sense of humour, but sometimes he doesn’t know when to stop. He tends to work best with deadpan humour but isn't afraid to extend from those limits and branch out. He is the kind of guy to say “YOLO” and “swag” ironically in a mocking sense and basically goof around and make fun of things.

He tends to remain fairly calm, ranging from about mildly annoyed as his lowest most of the time. He can take a certain amount of things on for a while, from physical fights to taunting, but everyone has a breaking point. Joey has specific triggers and limits, that when broken sets him completely off. Once he is set off it takes a while to calm down the volatility that ensues. He becomes highly aggressive and will do irrational things and often times simply run away from his issues for a while, quite literally running.

If no one is around, Joey often takes to talking to himself. Sometimes he doesn’t, others he simply mutters basic things to himself, almost notifying himself of things he has thought of. Other times though he may break into a fully fledged one sided conversation with himself. There is no real psychological reasoning behind this, one might say loneliness but he has been doing it since he was little. He tries not to do it when he’s around others but sometimes he will go on little rants about things, almost to himself; he will stop if he catches himself in the midst of this though.

He tends to refrain from getting overly personal, seeming distant in that sense. He keeps to himself mostly on personal matters, but somewhat hypocritically he tends to ask about others to see if they are okay. He hates to see others suffer, especially if it is possible for him to help them out. He remains distant because he has some trust issues. It makes it hard for him to get close to people or trust them at all with personal information about himself because he doesn't know what any of them may do with it. If someone were to get close to him though, they would see him open up in a surprising manner.

While Joey loves messing with people and joking around, he does need alone time, as after awhile people become kind of draining on him. Even just some quiet time for a while is great and recharges him. If he doesn’t get this he starts to become uncharacteristically upset and impatient with others. He is rather skittish when it comes to physical touch, especially with people he doesn’t know very well. He has troubles sleeping, only ever getting a few hours of sleep a night at best.

Hobbies/Interests:
He enjoys art greatly, but mostly drawing, painting and music. He appreciates them and what they do. He also enjoys mindless entertainment and video games when he can afford the time. He also enjoys cartoons a lot and watches them when he can. He has a love for childish card games like Yu-Gi-Oh! And Pokémon and is always ready for a duel, whether you know it or not.

Skills/Talents:
He draws often and is rather good at it, with diversity in styles and able to change things up. He also enjoys writing quite a bit and often doodles little scenes from his writing. He plays the piano when he is able to as well. He takes interest in baking as well, but not regular cooking. He is pretty good at his card games, his brother having taught him everything he knew.

Prized Possession:
A black and red patterned bandanna he got from his brother. He keeps it tied to his pants or around his wrist at all times.

Quote(s):
"That joke was actually terrible... I think I need to re-evaluate my life now."

History/Bio:
Joey lived a fairly normal life at first. He was born in Spokane, Washington and grew up for his first few years as Holly Shepherd. He was a cute kid, the envy on the neighbourhood and his parents’ friends. He was really just a cute kid who could play the piano while wearing a cute dress and was the best daughter his parents could have dreamed of, but that wasn’t how he wanted to live. As he got older and started using the computer he started searching things about how he felt. He felt almost trapped, like his body was off in a way. After a lot of Googling he found that what fit best was that he was in fact transgender. He thought about it a lot, trying male pronouns and going through some different names. He found he was far happier as Joey Shepherd than he ever was as Holly Shepherd. While his parents were a little less than ecstatic over this and tried to pass it off as a phase, his brother, Isaac, was more than happy to accept him. Isaac started only referring to him as Joey and using the pronouns he preferred and was always sure to correct people who messed it up when Joey was too nervous too. 

It was because of this close bond with his brother that Joey really got out of his shell and started becoming more outgoing. At school he was still going by Holly, but when he told his friends about what he would prefer they started to be warded off by it. Either they didn’t want to deal with it or they didn’t approve of it, but he kept a couple of friends. Isaac told Joey that those friends were clearly assholes and didn’t deserve a friend as cool as Joey. In their absence, Isaac stepped up and would hang out with Joey more. Even though the age gap was only two years it was surprising for his older brother to spend so much time with his younger sibling. They would play card games, watch cartoons together, and play video games when they could. 
	
At school, Joey tended to keep off of people shit lists. Sure he liked to joke around sometimes, but he was still very much in his shell. It was only when he accidentally made an offhand remark about the wrong guy did some attention come his way, some of an unwanted variety. After classes Joey was walking through the hall and was completely blindsided by a total stereotype of a bully. He pinned Joey against a locker and started screaming every insult he could at him, even physically hitting him a few times. That’s when Joey snapped, he threw a fist and landed a hit square in the idiot’s face, but that turned out to be a horrible idea. His fist closed in on Joey’s neck and started squeezing, and in this intense moment is when Joey’s powers finally sprung up. Joey tried to scream but he suddenly felt a large build up of water in his throat and it heated quickly. In a matter of moments a blast of hot steam hit the bully in the face, which caused him to drop Joey in shock. The bully blindly swiped at Joey and almost grabbed his arm, but Joey’s arm then turned to water as if in an instant and switched back. He was able to quickly escape and ran straight the hell home. 
	
Isaac had gone off to university and he hated bugging his parents so Joey kept the incident to himself. He often went to local lakes and rivers to practice his ability and found that he could manipulate water by moving it and even making it change states to ice and steam. It was after this that he began becoming more social to a degree and taking on more of his brother’s personality in his absence. Though he was always careful to make sure he hid this ability, he got a letter inviting him to the Academy to learn how to actually use his powers to his potential.


Family:
Allan Shepherd- Father
Barbara Shepherd- Mother
Isaac Shepherd- Older Brother


Relationships
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Abilities

Power Class:
Super-System/ Elemental

Power:
Joey can manipulate water via moving it by sheer will of mind and even cause it to rapidly change states. He has the ability to generate water from his body and manipulate it just the same, even able to expel it out of his body powerfully. He has quicker control over water he generates himself but he can still control other sources.
He can also turn the composition of his body into water and back again. He can hold his body in roughly human shape or he can simply let it fall into a simple puddle.

Limits:
The water he generates his directly connected to his body’s water. He also can’t manipulate too much water at once or it starts to overload him and strain his powers, causing him to start ashing. He can’t redirect an entire river all at once, freeze over a lake or evaporate the ocean. He also has an area of effect that he can control things within. He has to know it’s there and it has to be within a 20 foot radius of him (for now). He cannot change the state of himself while he is in water form, so no ice or steam form.

Weaknesses/Drawbacks:
He needs to be able to resupply himself with that or he will dehydrate. He is also susceptible to changing states under correct circumstances, which would cause his body damages. If things get too hot his water form will start to boil and evaporate, which can cause his body some burns. On the flip side, if things get too cold his form will freeze and cause him to cease movement. This can also cause him issues so it isn’t a perfect ability. Because of the way water has affected him, he is even more conductive to electricity than the average human. If he was to be static shocked it could legitimately hurt him, based on the shock. 

He has a great fear of insects, especially flying ones like wasps and bees. He can't stand being around them and can't take it upon himself to kill them most times.


Other:

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Sample Post:
His bed was a mess as he sat amongst the many folds of the comforter and shuffled the card deck in his hand. He thought of his brother and how since he had left, things didn’t seem quite the same around any more. Things were more quiet and boring, but maybe Joey being probably the only kid whose big brother was his best friend weighed into that. As the thoughts got more pervasive he pushed them away as best he could and finished shuffling the deck and drew the top five cards.
	
“I summon my blue eyes up in this bitch.” Joey said to himself as he laid down the monster on the bed and pointed forwards in a mock dramatic move. “I know it’s an illegal move, but I’m the antagonist so suck it.” Yu-gi-oh used to be more fun when he had someone to play it with, at least as fun as a card game made for kids age ten could be; which for Joey, was very. His television sat atop his dresser played an old rerun of Pokémon as he continued a children’s card game by himself.
	
“Dude, anime on the TV and card games by myself? They weren’t kidding when they said highschool was the best time of your life.” He said to himself sarcastically as he laid another card down against his invisible opponent. “Get wrecked.” He yawned as he drew another card and laid it face down. He turned his head to face the Pikachu that was flashing brightly on the screen as he was sure he pulled off another amazing attack, damn Pokémon got predictable after awhile… but he didn’t stop loving it at all. He tossed his cards aside for the time being and watched the show.
	
“Pikachu, you yellow beautiful freak of nature; you better win this fight, I got money riding on this.” He leaned against his wall and smiled a bit, maybe life without his brother wouldn’t be too bad after all; that didn’t mean he was leaving his room yet though, the nostalgia washed over him from his childhood and it made him feel almost as peace. This was nice.

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Bio

Name:
Reagan Beliakoff

Nickname/Alias/Etc:
Succubi, She-Devil

Gender:
Female

Age:
20

Height:
5’9

Weight:
152lbs

Type:
New Student


Appearance

Hair Color:
Red

Eye Color:
Faded blue

Ethnicity:
Russian

Physical Appearance:
In terms of appearance, Reagan is a rather tall girl at 5’9, and this somewhat works against her in some ways. She is built like how a normal girl would be, her legs giving her an extra one or two inches compared to what her torso in proportion. This works against her in that, while her breast size is respectable, her height can undermine it at times. As a person who often visits the gym or takes part in physical training of some kind on a regular basis, she is wiry and muscular for a girl. This gives her powerfully built legs, some pretty respectable biceps for a woman, if she is trying to show them off. She also can display a soft six pack should she decide to flex her abdominal muscles. She has worked hard for her bikini body. Her arms are slightly longer than usual and her hands are larger than most girl’s, not in width, but in length, as she has long and slim fingers with short fingernails. She had a diamond/square shaped face, her forehead taking up about a third of it. Her lips are often pressed into a line, but have a certain degree of fullness to them. Her eyebrows are ‘on point’, and have been fine tuned into a neat line. Her eyes are rounded, and have large irises and pupils. She has a very feminine button nose. She has shoulder width red hair, which is naturally curly. as Her skin, without makeup, tends to be oily leaving her acne prone, and every so often she will have black head breakouts on the ‘T zone’ of her face. She will spend hours covering this up though, as she often puts more time and effort into making herself look good than she does studying.
(based upon this image )

Attire:
Varies. She often wears leggings (often running down to mid calf)/jeans and polo shirts. She often dresses like a prep. Depending on how cold it is, she will dress warmer. She almost always has a pair of white and blue running sneakers.


Personality

Innate & Outward Personality:
Externally, Reagan is a fiery individual, often doing exactly the opposite of what she’s told because she is the alpha female and she wants to make sure you know that. She will bitch you out and she will make sure you know you are the weak link if you are holding others back. In team building exercises, you can imagine she in the kind of person who will set herself as the unofficial/official team leader. In her relationship, she is the more dominant personality and it is well known that she wears the pants and calls the shots at times. She can be possessive of her belongings and friends, meaning anyone who flirts with Maurice will probably end up facing her wrath at some point or another. She can be a very manipulative person, and will often play games with other people because she knows she can get away with it. In other words, she is a bitch. A very mean, very smart, very attractive bitch who knows she is all of those things and plays her role accordingly, letting Maurice pick up the slack. When she's not trying to take charge, she's often quiet and reserved, watching those around her with keen eyes (If I had to compare her to anyone, I'd say Azula from A.T.L.A.) and she will often attempt to psychoanalyze people for weaknesses or social habits. She can be a natural flirt at times and flaunt herself effortlessly, be it to keep Maurice interested should he seem to be getting bored for whatever reason, or to attract more attention to herself. Hell, it could be even to intimidate opposition into backing down, or to gain the benefactor of others drooling over her. She has invested a lot of her outward personality into intimidation and scare tactics.

Nobody WANTS to be mean. If everyone had it their way, they’d be the boss and everyone would be happy about it. Sadly, this is not a perfect world, and being mean is not something that Reagan initially wanted, or really wants to be. Deep down she dislikes being mean even if she doesnt realize it. When she and Maurice began dating six years in the past, she was not at all like she is now. She will, at times, revert to her fourteen year old self (the one Maurice fell in love with) when she really fucks up, or does something to someone she regrets heavily. She has built up so many walls and put up a mask of self confidence and strength that she often doesnt know what to do with herself when she’s not a fixed point, the last man standing. When a crack forms in her walls everything crumbles down and her constant self doubt, deprecation, and self consciousness rushes out like an overflowing river. She puts so much time and effort into being beautiful because she is so scared of being considered ugly. She pretends to not care what other people think because she cares too much about what they think. Her persona is a paradox in and of itself, and it’s very evident that she has still yet to find herself in some ways.

Hobbies/Interests:
She is very capable with her hands, be it modeling, sculpting, painting, etc. This artistic talent has been a hobby she has made money off of in the past.

Skills/Talents:
Her talents include swimming, painting, Taekwondo (which she is a first degree black belt in), any form of exercise (usually in form), and speaking fluent Russian, as well as English.

Prized Possession:
She has a silver necklace that Maurice really got lucky in picking from Tiffany’s that she never takes off.

Quote(s):
”I dont give a FUCK who you are or where you are from. I’m not about to tell you my life story, but I do know that of the two of us, I’m needed a lot more than you are.”

“I know full well that I’m not who Maurice fell in love with. I’ve come to terms with that.”

History/Bio:
When she was nine years old, Reagan’s family immigrated from Russia to America, D.C., to be exact. Now, this temperature change was initially trouble, but hey, it was a necessary evil. Her father was a member of the Russian American Chamber of Commerce and because of it, she was very well off. As an only child, she was also treated like a fuckin’ princess.

In ninth grade another family immigrated into the USA from Europe, specifically the UK for their various reasons (she later found out he was one of the higher ups in the Shell gas station line). The two hit it off initially. He was strong and quiet and listened to her and she felt like she was secure around him and they just… clicked. It wasn’t long until they began dating. As the years progressed she found value in herself from Maurice and was able to break out of her shell as a lot of people began introducing themselves to her. She later found out that some of the girls were only doing it to try and get to him. She, as a junior, would not have that shit. She keyed cars, defaced property, and told some girls to back the fuck off a few times. This was when her confidence turned to arrogance, and later into aggression. He won prom king, she did not win prom queen, and while he did the dance, the girl was scared the whole time because of the name she had made for herself.

When they graduated high school (she was Valedictorian), they took a year off, managing to rent a rather nice apartment together in DC. Soon after her father notified her that she had been invited to a prestigious academy in Alaska, and with some further notification, Maurice was invited too (as they really wanted a power replicator). That leaves them about where they are now.

Family:
Her grandfather, mother, and father are all still alive.


Relationships

Maurice Hendricks
"He is my beloved, and we have been together for a very long time. He is the the wiser of us, and the more mild mannered. He is... my better half."


Abilities

Power Class:
Super System, Elemental

Power:
Jersey Devil Physiology
The Jersey devil is a mythological cryptid imagined up late in the 20th-21st century about a demonic animal that lived in and inhabited New Jersey. When she so desires, she can take the shape, form, and powers of the aforementioned legendary creature, which inspired the nickname of Succubi.

Her skin, first off, takes on a red tone, and in some areas, mostly along her breast, stomach, and abdominal area takes on a slightly plated scaley demeanor. Her ankles shoot upwards into a third joint, and become more horse like, her feet ashing away into horse like hooves. Her fingers get much longer, and much more blade like, creating weapons much like those of the Witch from Left 4 Dead. New joins form from her shoulder blades, and large draconic, or bat like wings sprout, each wing is over six feet long giving her a twelve foot wingspan granting her the ability of flight. From her rear a thin but long and flexible tail grows, tipped with a spade shaped end. Her face remains relatively unchanged, save for the red skin. However her tongue becomes longer and forked and her canines grow much larger- poking of from her lips. Her hair turns silvery-white. Two horns sprout from her head, about two inches above her ear and arc slightly around outwards and are similar to that of an elk’s. The beginning is MOSTLY covered by her hair, but some of the protruding bone can be seen. These horns are no more than a foot long, however. Her eyes are the final change, as they irises become bright glowing yellow, and her irises become cat like, and vertically slit. She gains the ability to breath a powerful stream of fire, which can travel a distance of thirty feet forward before petering out.

The final abilities are that of fairly rapid regeneration in some areas like that of the wings, broken claws, and on the tail. Other areas such as the body take much longer to heal. Her strength, because of this, is exhibited to be much higher than before and her pain receptors are functioning at a lower state, since deterioration of her body is counteracted by it’s ability to repair itself, the ability mostly gets in the way. She becomes completely immune to fire damage in this state.

Limits:
Her ability to breath fire becomes less and less powerful the farther away you get. At thirty feet, her fire will burn you at most. The ability to breath fire is taxing. While she might be able to operate at a much higher level than regular, her strength is natural. She might be able to deadlift 300lbs rather than 150lbs in this state, but a person who can deadlift 300lbs normally will out power her if they can outmatch her ferocity. Her wings are large and the skin is thin, it wouldn’t be hard to tear holes in them if you can hit her. They’re kinda big targets.

Weaknesses/Drawbacks:
Her transformation is rapid, and takes a few minutes to undergo. The problem? The amount of growth and bone shifting leaves her in a fuckton of pain very often. Giving birth is nothing to this girl, people. There is blood, and a lot of it, and it leaves her body in shambles when everything ashes away (NOT meta human ashing, I mean like, when she’s done, her appendages turn to ash). The worst incident left her in a coma for three days. She cannot regenerate forever, and if she uses her newly discovered strength too much it will hurt her normal body some for a while (she’s had charlie horses in her thighs that left her in a wheelchair for a week). While most injuries dont transfer over to her normal state, if you kill her in Devil form, you kill her in normal state too. Her ability to breath fire directly affects her ability to fly. The more she breathes fire, the harder it becomes for her to fly, as the naturally produced methane that gives her more buoyancy in the air is also used to fuel the flames.


Other:
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Basic Information

Name:
Cassidy Lynn Daniels

Nickname/Alias/Etc:
Misere

Gender:
Female

Age:
17

Height:
5'5

Weight:
110

Type:
New Student


Appearance

Hair Color:
Black, with a streak of purple

Eye Color:
One blue, one green. The right one's blue, the left one's green. No, wait, they're both green. Hold up, both blue. Huh. Maybe she's switching out contacts or something.

Ethnicity:
Caucasian, of Eastern Europe descent.

Physical Appearance:
Cassidy’s slender. Her arms,  legs, and torso are all skinny, albeit this is normally masked a bit by her ensemble. She’s visibly quirky, a mischievous and mysterious smile almost constantly tugging at the ends of her thin pink lips. Cassidy normally stands upright, solid posture with a smooth, flowing gait. She moves like she’s floating, sounding as if she’s tiptoeing even in a full sprint. Cassidy’s voice matches her gait, as a matter of fact: there’s a faint hint of a Southern drawl to her words, but they’re otherwise sounding as if she’d practiced her off-the-cuff remarks in the mirror for hours before saying them. She has the voice of a storyteller or orator-she talks and you just kinda naturally listen, because her voice is easy on the ears.
 
Cassidy’s eyes. Hoo boy. I’m sure your first thought, upon seeing “one blue, one green” was that she’s a Mary Sue. Well, that’s not quite true. She’s like the mother of all Mary Sues. No, but really, Cassidy’s eyes seem to change in color in-between blinks at times, or in-between appearances. This phenomena’s subtle, and given that Cassidy likes to wear glasses, masks, etc, rather frequently, this effect often goes unnoticed. Especially as it’s never an outright change, from neon green to sky blue. Rather, she skips around between the shades in-between.
 
Cassidy’s wasn’t blessed with the hourglass figure that beauty magazines stress as the ideal form. There’s a slight curve from her modest chest to her skinny waist, but, well, to put it crudely, Sir Mix-A-Lot’s anaconda wouldn’t want none. Her face is almost diamond shape, with a rounded chin and a mess of hair concealing this trait a bit. Her hair is something that Cassidy loves to play with and mix up: frequently, she goes for the “hair draped over one eye” look, styling her bangs down and at an angle to cover one eye or the other. Her hair’s fairly short, but long enough to pull off stunts such as this.  I don’t know enough about women’s hairstyles to go into much more depth here.

Attire:
S-to-the-tylish.  Ya dig? Cassidy enjoys suits. These are normally purple or blue, with a collar tie that’s typically a little askew or a teensy bit too loose, tucked underneath the vest. Yeah I’m fucking up all these terms I don’t wear suits that often. Completing the ensemble is typically an inverness coat and a top hat. While her style may be a century and a half late, you can’t say it’s not there. Her clothing is eerily clean. Occasionally, depending on the look she’s going for, she’ll carry her sheath on her belt, but it’s usually empty. On her left cheek is a small, diagonal dueling scar. The angle at which it’s positioned gives her an appearance of having an almost perpetual upturned grin, like she’s constantly (playfully) smirking at some joke she’s listening to.


Personality

Innate & Outward Personality:
Cassidy Lynn is the one who, as a child, took those stories about the fox outwitting the lion a little too seriously. She’s a trickster, a schemer, a devious planner and, above all else, someone with a great sense of humor. Cassidy lives for the thrills of life, the adrenaline rushes and needless risks. She’s very clever-the sort of clever that could never find the time to do homework but always found time to think of silly questions. Cassidy loves a good challenge, a bet, or a mystery of any sort: problem solving, gambling, and adventuring all hold equal thrill to her. Cassidy’s the sort who’d want to fuck in the middle of a park with no concealment, at midnight, just for the risk of it. She’s got a bit of an impulsive streak, and while her from-the-seat-of-her-pants planning style often compensates for it, she can often find herself screwing herself over with dumb decisions or rash choices. Cassidy’s also one who’s hard to rattle. She has a very Zen philosophy on life, and merely seeks to have fun. It’s tough to get her riled up or concerned over too much-she has too much fun. For Cassidy, there’s a joke to be found anywhere, a riddle to be sifted through in even the bleakest tragedies. This can often alienate some, as she’s the sort to be giggling at a funeral or something similar. She’s kind, but not goes-out-of-her-way kind. Cassidy doesn’t get caught up very often in humanitarian causes and whatnot, but she’ll gladly do a performance-if it happens to help someone out, all the better, but she’s not out to save the world. Cassidy has a remarkable sense of humor and finds pranks or insults directed towards her more amusing than anything. She’s a big fan of pranks and general mischievousness and will likely, if left to her own devices, find some way to mildly annoy someone. = She enjoys being thought of as an enigma, keeping her motives, capabilities, and personal life private. A skilled liar, Cassidy will often fabricate different backstories for herself, different names, wildly inaccurate reasons for whatever she’s doing. Cassidy’s in it for the sheer fun of it. She's one for making friends and striking up conversation-she's pretty self-confident, and doesn't let social stigmas or pressures bother her. Cassidy tends to stick out for this reason, but amongst a school of mutants, who doesn't? A perpetual flirt and constant tease, Cassidy never seems to really settle down with anyone but seems to hit on men and women indiscriminately. What sexuality she actually is, well, that's anybody's guess-just like most things with Cassidy. She's the sort of person who will die unhappy because she wasn't able to try everything-Cassidy loves mysteries, discovieres. She'll ask a person point-blank, deeply personal questions, just to see what they'll say. She wants to travel everywhere and do everything. To an extent, this is escapism-Cassidy isn't good at handling things once they get too close, emotionally, and her constant jokes are a defense mechanism of sorts. For whatever reason, Cassidy isn't able to roll with the punches that actually matter to her. Her solution, then, is to never truly get in the ring-she'd rather sit behind the ropes and heckle.

Hobbies/Interests:
She loves solving puzzles, reading, movies, books, and work involving her hands or anything in front of a crowd. Cassidy likes dancing, magic tricks, exploring and wandering. She picks up new instruments and never masters them, starts books and never finishes them, and kisses and never fin-no I'm not going there.

Skills/Talents:
An excellent improviser, Cassidy’ extraordinarily quick on her feet and quick-witted. She’s an excellent liar, has a wonderful poker face, and has plenty of experience staying cool under pressure from years of performing. Cassidy’s also good at feeling out a crowd-or individuals-and adjusting her act as necessary to get the best results. Her power lends itself towards anything dexterity-based, and she’s also very good at detecting scams and lies, given her own experience with them. Cassidy’s also a superb fencer, and coupled with her reflexes, one of her combat-ready gifts is being able to lunge and parry her skinny little ass off.

Prized Possession:
Her fencing sword or her entire ensemble. Her fencing sword, with letters running down the blade, reads "The Last Trick".

Quote(s):
Instead of a quote, the can't-help-myself grin of someone who's pranked you good should go here.

History/Bio:
I really hate these, and Cassidy will invariably create new ones to suit herself, so Imma ask to exempt this.

Family:
Just like the backstory, Cass will create new cousins, mothers, fathers, sisters and brothers whenever it's convenient.


Relationships

Abilities

Power Class:
Other

Power:
Cassidy Lynn is capable of warping reality. Now, this power is obviously very, very powerful, so I’m going to go ahead and assuage your fears and what its limitations are.
 
First and foremost, think of reality as having inertia. Time and space have momentum. The chair you are sitting in will stay a chair until something with sufficient force comes along and fucks it up sufficiently to make it not a chair. That’s physics, bitches. Subsequently, Cassidy has to exert a tremendous amount of energy to cause even minor changes in how something works. And, something something uncertainty principle something something Schrodinger’s cat something something, she’s able to achieve this more easily if there’s no direct observation. 

Let me rephrase that to assuage the totally understandable doubts about this power: Cassidy is only capable of minor alterations, and she's only capable of doing those easily whenever no one is watching.
 
Sleight of hand. Misdirection. Confusion. This is how Cassidy operates. Where she is weak, she feigns strength. No one’s quite sure of what she can do-if she’s a metahuman or merely a very skilled human magician. Even some of the NEST agents and Academy people have been fooled-she's done her best to make sure there are wildly differing accounts of what she is capable of and what she can do. This is Cassidy's best skill, her one true, totally human power: she's got an intuitive understanding for how to play mind games, and runs the world like the Phantom runs the Opera Populaire.
 
In other words, Cassidy Lynn won’t be doing anything very drastic. Doing so would nearly cripple her. Reality also wants to return to normal: so if she changes something, it’s likely to change back to normal when she stops focusing on it. Distracting Cassidy or incapacitating her is a good way to fuck up her trickery. She does, however, have several practiced, got-‘em-down-cold forms of space-time warping that she can do easily and effectively. They are as follows.
 
Teleportation. Cassidy’s not Nightcrawler. She’s not poofing off half a mile away, or even doing chains of teleportation to make her impossible to hit. Rather, Cassidy employs a very direct, very short form of teleportation. Again, this is made easier if she’s not being directly observed. She only bends things a bit-she darts around a corner, and when you turn to follow, she’s halfway down the hall. She closes a door behind her, and when you barge in to follow, she’s back out in the hall. Small nudges. Nothing drastic. Anything beyond ten feet is outside of her capabilities. Once again, this is pretty much impossible for her to do if someone is directly observing her-Cassidy would have to kill the lights, and even then she'd be lucky to make it more than a few feet. It'd be pretty taxing. Successive teleporting is difficult, and attempting to use it combatively would be equally tricky.
 
Conjuration. From nothing, something. This is primarily done in the form of rabbits from hats and doves from hats. Really, Cassidy doesn’t do too much else with this, although she’ll occasionally conjure up very minor things. Again, this takes significant practice and is quite the strain, even for small objects. Cassidy has rabbits and doves down cold, however. She can’t command them, but she can produce a decent number of the latter quickly. They normally last for a minute or so before fading away into nothingness (once again, reality wants to stay reality, and Cassidy Lynn Daniels isn't able to change much) unless she actively focuses on it. Conjuration’s tricky, and it’s hard to make the objects last. The exception is if she’s conjuring something and swapping it out so to speak. For example, Cassidy’s playing poker, and she has four 2’s. She can change those to four aces with ease because swapping out playing cards is nothing. Swapping out those playing cards with hammerhead sharks would be impossible and also ruin Tuesday Poker Night.
 
Sleight of hand. Unless anyone else claims it, I’m marking Cassidy as the top dog in terms of reflexes and grace. Her ability allows her to perceive reality more naturally, and as such she can see cause and effect coming a little more easily. This is nothing so drastic as precognition-but rather, once something has happened, she knows about it more quickly. Much more quickly. Cassidy’s hand-eye coordination and dexterity are superb. She’s quite sneaky. No drawback here-this is Cassidy’s one solid, combat-ready power. She can dodge and dart around like a jackrabbit on speed because she's not capable of much else.
 
Cards. Cassidy’s a beast with playing cards, both in terms of card tricks, card games, and throwing cards. While most people can’t throw cards accurately, and basically no one can use cards as a weapon, Cassidy’s capable of doing so. Her power lets her put a bit of oomph into her throws, and her reflexes let her throw them and place them accurately. She can toss a playing card and have it hit with the force of a medium-speed fastball. Nothing that would kill someone, or even come close, but she can pepper her enemies with painful strikes to buy herself time to get away. Playing cards are easily deflected by strong breezes or anyone who’s not a hemophiliac.
 
Pocket dimensions. Cassidy’s capable of tucking objects away into a hyperspace of sorts, and retrieving them. This process takes energy relative to the size of the object, so trying to disappear an entire car would be next to impossible. But someone’s car keys? Well, that wouldn’t be anything at all.(“ Perhaps check under the cushions, I’m sure they fell down there…”) Strong blows can disorient Cassidy and open up the pockets, resulting in (comically) things seeming to fall out of nowhere around her. Generally, this is used for very small things to be smuggled-or, say, she flips a coin in the air, and poof, it's gone, and legitimately reappears in the other hand. 

Now, the weaknesses I've already covered somewhat but I'll reiterate: Cassidy can actually accomplish very little. These powers sound far more drastic than they truly are-her power relies on sleight of hand and misdirection-just like any good stage magician, she makes you think she's capable of so much more than she truly is. She's smoke and mirrors. Any significant application of her power is rather taxing, an given Cassidy's physique, she's not built for endurance or a lot of strenuous activity. In an adrenaline rush, everything on the line, she could probably seriously pull off one major application of her power, and that would knock her out of the running for a while.

Limits:
Primarily, her own lack of endurane and stamina. Additionally, Cassidy seems self-restrained to the trickster motif-she really has no use for anything else, as she actively tries to make it seem like she's either the world's worst metahuman or the world's best metahuman. There is some actual debate amongst NEST officials, Academy supervisors, etc, as to whether or not she actually has supernatural abilities, or if she's just managed to bullshit everyone thus far.

Weaknesses/Drawbacks:
Her extreme lack of endurance and the very taxing nature of powers that aren't the specific usages mentioned above, or more convoluted or dramatic applications of her abilities. She's had to practice those tricks a thousand times to get them down cold. Additionally, being directly seen increases the pressure of what she has to do, so it's a lot easier when no one's watching-or when they're focusing on something else.


Other:
Could kick Houdini's ass/is currently running through the six with her woes. She generally dresses nicely, always has a deck of cards on her. She's familiar with a lot of magician's stuff, and can do a wide range of mundane tricks. No stranger to drinking or gambling.


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Name:
Titus MacArthur

Nickname/Alias/Etc:
Roid Rage, Roid Muncher, Barry Bonds, Meathead, Buttmonkey

Gender:
Male

Age:
17

Height:
7'0"

Weight:
480 lbs

Type:
Returning

Appearance

Hair Color:
Red

Eye Color:
Olive

Ethnicity:
Scottish-American

Physical Appearance:
Titus is a giant of a man. Standing at 7’0”, Titus looks down at professional basketball players. He is ripped to a ridiculous point, his entire body sculpted of gigantic, well-formed musculature. He has legs like tree trunks and long arms like concrete pillars He has an enormous pair of hands, big enough to palm a basketball, and a thick neck that makes his head look somewhat small. He has a very wide stance that makes it look like the ground should shake when he walks, and a wide barrel chest that makes him look even more enormous than he already is. Titus’ hair matches his burly appearance. It is kept in a short bush of sorts, and resembles a mane. On his face is a massive full red beard that makes him look almost like an alpha male. He has a prominent nose and intense-looking dark green eyes that make his emotions look much more intense. Titus is never just “happy”, he’s jubilant and rocking with warm hearty laughter like Santa McClaus, and he’s never just angry; he’s absolutely furious and is ten seconds from steam blasting out of his ears like a cartoon character. . On Titus’ right bicep is the tattoo of a scottish claymore with a green ribbon hanging from it and blowing in the wind. Titus’ voice is gruff and deep, like he has roid rage. He almost always sounds angry and unintelligent.

Attire:
Imagine a city kid trying to look like a lumberjack. Titus is fond of tight jeans and flannel shirts that make him look like a bigger douchebag than he already is. The flannel is often rolled up to his elbows to make him look like he does more than lift weights and drink creatine for a living. He wears a pair of brown hiking boots on his feet. When it’s hot out, he’ll wear a muscle shirt and basketball shorts to show off his huge muscles as well as a pair of ripoff Oakley sunglasses (actually the phrase “ripoff Oakley Sunglasses” describes Titus pretty well).

Personality

Innate & Outward Personality:
The most hilarious and informative way to experience Titus’ personality is firsthand, so this will be brief. In short, Titus is a douchebag. He has a very short temper, and has a habit of acting like a total moron when he’s pissed off. He makes terrible decisions when angry that usually lead him down a path that makes him look stupid and weak. He loves fighting, and loves gloating about fighting more. Titus rarely wins fights, despite his powers, making him the ultimate iron buttmonkey. He is obsessed with being the best and anyone who tries to look stronger or better than him. Titus seriously has an inferiority complex when it comes to other men. He absolutely has to be the alpha in any conversation or else someone’s about to get in a fight with a giant. It’s not even that he’s just being a jerk; it literally drives him crazy when anyone tries to say they’re stronger or harder-working than him. Titus fancies himself a ladies man. Ladies, however, do not. Most women find Titus creepy and overbearing. He rarely ever has a girlfriend, although if you asked him, he sleeps with a different girl every day of the week. Once again, inferiority complex.

Hobbies/Interests:
Lift, drink more than he should, lift, smoke, flirt badly, not get laid, lift, drink protein, lift, brag, drive like an idiot, lift, watch football, cheer way too overbearingly, smash things when the refs make bad calls, and lift. He likes playing basketball.

Skills/Talents:
Not winning fights and not getting laid. He’s a master at both of those. He can play bass, but rarely does because he says it’s “lame”. The bass has the same opinion of you as you do of it, Titus. So does your mother. Titus is the best power lifter in the world, but he’s not allowed to compete because he’s a meta. He’s decent at basketball too.

Prized Possession:
None

Quote(s):
“WHY ARE YOU SO WEAK?”

History/Bio:

I have used Titus MacArthur five times in roleplays, and I’ve never once given him a suitable backstory. Let’s fix that. 

Titus MacArthur was born in Black Fall, Pennsylvania, to a father who was an Army colonel and a mother who spent most of her time complaining about how things could be better. From his birth, Titus knew that he was different; he was never as smart as others, only learning to talk at about two years old. He had a lot of developmental problems growing up due to his strange mutations and doctors had no idea what exactly was the problem. They discovered the problem when at age three Titus walked out of the fifth story window of his apartment and landed on concrete. He was pronounced dead at the scene until he woke up in the middle of the ambulance ride and started giggling. It was then that the doctors knew that Titus MacArthur was a rather exceptional metahuman. 

Titus began to grow rapidly at that point, and by age seven he was 5’6”, taller than any other kid in his school. He was bullied initially for his size, and, as his secondary power had yet to kick in, he became a bit of a punching bag for other students. He got beat up often in school but he had no bruises to show because they always healed before he got home. Then one day at recess when Titus was twelve, Titus was walking along a road which ran by the school when a real jackass of a kid pushed him into oncoming traffic. Titus was hit by a pickup truck and went airborne, where he skidded and made quite a bloody mess. As he laid limp on the ground, he began to convulse and his muscles began to move as if snakes were crawling under his skin. He woke back up a few days later with the muscle tone of a full-grown Hulk and the testosterone of a bull gorilla. He stayed at the hospital for about a week and then left fully healed despite having shattered several very important bones. The first thing that Titus did when he got back to school was find the kid who kicked him and throw him through a wall, breaking half of the bones of his body. Then he demolished the principal’s car. Obviously, the world of public education was no longer sufficient for Titus. The doctors suggested that he be sent to Academy 218, a school for metahumans like himself who needed special teachers to keep them from, y’know, destroying the world. At first, Titus’ parents weren’t too fond of the idea of sending their son away to a school, but the next time Titus walked by one of his classmates’ houses, he was shot in the leg. He shattered both of the gunman’s femurs and made quite the hole in his concrete steps. 

A few months later, Titus enrolled and has been at The Academy ever since. He’s never been very well-liked due to his general demeanor of “GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR” and he gets into a lot of fights. In fact, Titus has been there so long and has gotten detention so many times that he has his very own room made of a titanium alloy where he is put when he gets detention (because the old concrete maximum security detention cell wasn’t enough).

Family:
Col. Alan MacArthur: Father. 
Courtney MacArthur: Mother. 
Duane MacArthur: Younger brother.

Relationships

Abilities

Power Class:
Super System

Power:
Titus is a possessor of near-unconquerable strength and regeneration. Take Hulk’s strength and give it to Wolverine and you have Titus MacArthur. Titus can smash cars, lift train engines, and crush a human skull with one hand. He can lift somewhere around 20,000 pounds, enough to bench press a pickup truck and shot put a Prius. Titus can do this because he has six times the number of muscle cells as a regular human, and these muscle cells are three times more durable than a human’s, greatly compounding his physical strength. Titus’ strength is also increased by the fact that his body is constantly over-producing testosterone, making him incredibly aggressive. He usually takes some medication to decrease his testosterone output, but it still cannot prevent a ton of it from getting into his system. 

So, to answer the burning question, yes, Titus does in fact lift. 

His bones are fortified to be able to withstand Titus’ strength, and if he does lift too much, his body can regenerate extremely well. Titus can heal pretty easily. Small wounds only take a few minutes to heal, and wounds on his body rarely take more than three hours to heal. The worst wound he ever got, shattering his skull, took about five days to heal. Titus is also immune to poisons and disease due to his hyper-efficient immune system. The trick to Titus’ regeneration is his incredible amount of stem cells. All of Titus’ organs, bones, and muscle cells are surrounded by quick-multiplying stem cells that activate at the moment of damage and begin to quickly replace damaged tissues. The hyperactive immune system helps this by attacking any tumors that form, making tumors highly unlikely to persist in Titus’ body (but not impossible). This gives Titus a sort of autoimmune disorder, but his stem cells reproduce so fast that it is rarely noticeable unless he received some horribly awful wound, in which case he could get rashes and such.

Limits:
Titus cannot survive instant-death situations such as being shot in the head by a large-caliber bullet or being beheaded. He cannot replace lost limbs of any kind, and he also cannot replace an entire organ if the organ and its stem cell shell group is completely removed. Titus also is not immune to pain. No matter what happens to Titus, he always feels it, whether he’s shot through the heart or thrown off of the top of a building. His healing actually increases his pain, making him more likely to pass out from excessive pain. Whenever Titus receives any kind of serious head wound, he passes out, so his head is a weak point. Also, when Titus is really badly wounded, his autoimmune disease can kick in, causing inflammation and body rashes which, while not fatal, are quite painful and slow his healing factor.

Weaknesses/Drawbacks:
Titus is strong. He can smash pretty much anything in the rp, but his powers with his personality bears similarities to giving a seven-year-old a sledgehammer. To put it frankly, Titus isn’t very smart, like, at all. He has an extremely low iQ and, due to numerous brain injuries and his stem cell layers, actually has less functioning brain cells than your average human. This gives Titus very little common sense, causing him to often do things like land in really obvious traps or keep running past an opponent and run through a wall. Titus is very easy to outsmart. His testosterone increase amplifies this as it makes him always on the impulsive and aggressive side of things. 

Another negative to Titus’ power is his tremendous weight. Despite having little fat, Titus is incredibly heavy, meaning that he is slow and can have his own momentum used against him. Any accomplished finesse fighter will discover quickly that once Titus gets going, it’s damn hard for him to stop. This makes everything around Titus susceptible to collateral damage when he’s fighting, and walls often come tumbling down when he really gets into it. Agile opponents can easily use Titus’ sluggish nature and supernatural momentum to their advantage, sending him flying with ease. All of these factors make Titus a kind of iron buttmonkey, that character who you’d think would be the bringer of justice and the kicker of ass but who is actually fairly easy to beat. Sure, if you just stand there and take a punch from Titus MacArthur you’re fucking dead, but if you know what you’re doing he is an easy opponent to beat.

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Name:
Spencer Holloway

Nickname/Alias/Etc:
Stargazer, Nova, Starchild, Codename: NEBULA

Gender:
Male

Age:
18

Height:
5’9”

Weight:
140 lbs

Type:
New Student


Appearance

Hair Color:
Dark brown, bordering on black

Eye Color:
Nebula-form: This is, um, confusing. You see, Spencer’s eyes are kind of strange in that their exact color is constantly changing. They look like pictures of nebuli or other interstellar gases which you see in a picture from the Hubble Space Telescope, except they move and swirl constantly.  The color of the nebuli change colors with Spencer’s mood. Also, they glow in the dark.

Nova-form: Spencer's eyes turn a bright red in Nova form, and his irises look like there is a red fire burning in them. 

Supernova-form: Spencer's eyes glow so brightly in supernova-form that he can temporarily blind those who look at them directly.

Ethnicity:
Caucasian

Physical Appearance:
Spencer’s one of those people who intentionally make themselves look insignificant. He’s a small, scrawny guy, underweight and somewhat bony in appearance. His arms and legs are long and skinny and he has a long thin neck. His shoulders are thin and scrawny as well, making him very thin-looking. His skin is a pale white, as if he doesn’t spend much time outside. He walks with his feet close together and his head down, trying to seem like he’s just minding his own business. He has a calculated and precise walk, stepping from heel to toe swiftly. He always walks fast, as if trying not to be seen. 

Spencer’s head is roughly rectangular, with a long, gaunt face. He has a long nose and medium-sized ears that lay flat against his head. His nose is long and bony, with a knob near the top which has formed from getting his nose broken a few times. His eyes were explained above, and the area under them are dark in a Greek kind of way. He has a small mouth with pale lips which are always frowning a little. Spencer always tends to look somewhat melancholy despite his technicolor eyes. He’s almost always frowning a little and rarely smiles. His teeth are slightly tarnished, but this has nothing to do with his lack of smiling. Spencer’s hair is cut in a kind of fade, with the hair on the top longer than the sides. He combs his hair over to the right. Spencer’s voice is high and somewhat hollow-sounding, like there’s no soul in his body. He tends to sound somewhat melancholy.

Attire:
Spencer knows how to dress to impress. He always dresses well, wearing button-down shirts and skinny slacks.  His shirts tend to be grayscale or pastel colors, but never overly vibrant. His clothing is always well-pressed and cared for. He wears a pair of black docksiders on his feet and black dress shoes if he’s going to some sort of formal event. He has a collection of ties in various greyscales and a few ties with pictures of cosmic events on them for special occasions. When it’s cold, he wears a charcoal grey wool trenchcoat. In summer, he tends to roll the sleeves of his shirts up to his elbows, but never wears short-sleeved shirts. He keeps a suit coat in his wardrobe for formal events. He wears a silver bracelet on his right wrist.


Personality

Innate & Outward Personality:
Spencer is your typical high school loner. He is an introverted and incredibly shy individual, tending to keep to himself and read his books in peace rather than socialize. It requires an exemplary amount of effort to have a conversation with Spencer and he immediately clams up in the presence of a large group. He doesn’t talk very much and always sits in the back of classrooms, despite being fairly intelligent. 
     If I had to describe Spencer in one word, it would be melancholy. He has clinical depression and, though he takes some medicine for it, still seems to act in that general way. He is downcast constantly, and very easily loses interest in even his favorite activities. When approached by people, he tends to act almost in fear, looking around for a way to escape. He has severely low self-esteem, which prevents him from excelling or making many friends. He has some trust issues as well because he’s afraid of being hurt. In school, Spencer was bullied for both being a metahuman and for being gay. 
     A byproduct of hiding from bullies in the library was Spencer growing to be quite intelligent. He’s a very smart boy, certainly no valedictorian, but in high school he was in the top 20% of his class. He loves physics and wishes to be an astrophysicist one day due to his love of astronomy.
     In addition to this, Spencer is a rather passive person, making him easy to push around. He’s a pacifist, staunchly opposed to any kind of fighting or cruelty. This has also driven him to become a vegetarian, as he is a supporter of animal rights. He’s not the type to shove his opinions on the treatment of animals in others’ faces, though, considering that he doesn’t like talking to people in the first place.

Hobbies/Interests:
Spencer’s favorite thing in the world to do is stargaze. He owns a powerful telescope which, on clear nights, he will use to watch the sky. He loves all things space, and is constantly reading about astronomy. Reading, writing bad poetry, keeping to himself, and exploring the woods around the school. He used to take dance classes, but he’s far too shy to use it anymore. His favorite band is Death Cab for Cutie. His favorite author is William Faulkner. Spencer is a vegetarian. His favorite food is stuffed mushrooms.

Skills/Talents:
Over the years, Spencer has become good at breaking into things. He’s accomplished at lockpicking and his intelligence helps him find ways into or out of rooms that most wouldn’t normally think of. He is very booksmart as well, especially in physics and math.

Prized Possession:
His telescope

Quote(s):
“I love stars because they’re like me; they’ve been dead for a long time and now they’re just light diffusing.” 

“Please...just leave me alone...

History/Bio:
Excuse me, but I would like to tell my own story if it’s okay with you. I’ll be brief. 

I was born in Mendel, Louisiana to a conservative Christian family. My father was a minister and my mother stayed at home and cared for me and my older sister. Now for those who don’t know, Mendel is one of the hot zone cities scattered across the United States where a ton of metahumans have been known to congregate. Mendel is divided into two halves, West and East, and each is controlled by a gang of metahumans. I was born, luckily, on the Vanguard side, the side which was less concerned about oppressing the people and more about protecting metahumans from the abusive police force. My father, however, was a pure, a person who believed that metas were demonic abominations, and he didn’t mind shouting about it on Sundays. It made him unpopular, but he didn’t care. 

When I was nine I found out that I was a meta. I was horrified at first, and I spent two straight days locked in my room with no food or water. But he found out anyways. He was absolutely furious with me. For the next year of my life, I lived in fear, moving from doctor to doctor to find if they could fix me. No one could. They all said there was no hope for him. I was destined to be a freak for the rest of my life. My father fell to hating me. Sure, he let me stay around and eat at his table, but I could feel his stares digging into me when I wasn’t looking and he seldom spoke in my presence. But his treatment of me then wouldn’t even compare to how he treated me when I turned fourteen. 

At age fourteen I had my first girlfriend. She was a young pretty brunette by the name of Carrie. She was kind and sweet and had big breasts, but from our first date things just felt...odd. The fact that she liked me in...that way just felt so strange and unnatural. Then on our second date, we kissed and I knew that it wasn’t right. From that moment I knew that something was wrong. I was terrified. Already I was a meta. Now I was gay? I became so afraid of my father that I didn’t go home that night. I stayed at Carrie’s house (her parents were on vacation). I went home that day and stayed at my house for about four more months, during which time I avoided my father at all costs. Then one day he walked in on me video chatting with a boy who went to my school. I shoved through him and ran out of the front door. I wandered the streets and woke up the next day on a couch in a condominium. It was then that I met Whisper. She had found me in an alley and rescued me. She talked to me a while about my situation (her voice was hard to hear), and she offered me protection. She said that she could keep me safe. 

Please understand at this point that I knew that going home to my father meant excommunication. If I had gone home then, I thought that my father would treat my homosexuality like he did my mutation. I heard nightmares about hormonal therapy and castration used to quell homosexuality and I knew that my father was not above those things.  So I did the only thing I thought I could do; at age fifteen, I joined the Vanguard. I don’t want to talk about what I did then. It’s too dark a part of my life. I was never made to kill anyone, but I did get in some fights. I decided then that I would never fight again. I moved into an apartment across from Whisper’s and we became good friends. I confided in her when I couldn’t confide in anyone else and, though she wasn’t the best person, I still loved her. I had my first boyfriend while in the Vanguard, a boy named Damien. We lived together and we loved each other like any man and woman ever could. One evening, late at night, there was a knock at the door and I, assuming that it was Whisper, walked to the door and opened it with Damien close behind me. It was my father and a police officer. He had been searching for me for months, he said, and a friend told him that he had seen me associating with the Vanguard. When he saw that I was sleeping with a man, he punched me across the face. A fight ensued, as Damien didn’t appreciate my father’s behavior, and I was shoved by him across the living room floor. 

I don’t really remember much after that. I woke up a few days later in the hospital with some burns, and from one of Whisper’s aids I was told that there was some kind of explosion. I’ve never been that angry ever since, and I hope I never become that way, especially under a full moon in the summer. Damien was badly burned as well, and we decided that it was best for our relationship to end. Luckily Whisper was able to cover it up and prevented NEST from intervening in the explosion. After that my father didn’t speak to me again, and I didn’t want to see him again. A few days later, I left the hospital and returned to my apartment, which was completely destroyed. Whisper helped me rebuild the apartment and for another two years I worked for the Vanguard. 

Then a gang war broke out. The Skulls believed that Vanguard agents killed one of their members, and so they attacked us. The fighting became intense, but I didn’t join in. I stayed behind and offered my services in other ways, but I would not fight. I’m proud that I did that. I really am. 

Not long after that, though, Whisper was taken into NEST custody and the Vanguard fell apart. One day, a NEST agent knocked on my door and spoke with me. He was a massive man named Henry Olin, a huge reptilian creature. He was quite a kind man who told me that I had a gift, but my gifts weren’t being used to their top potential. He offered me a space at Academy 218, a school for metahumans like me who were like me. He said they would help to teach me how not to hurt people with my powers like I did back when my father visited. I stayed in Mendel for a while, with him visiting me commonly. We became good friends, and finally I decided to attend the academy.

Family:
Father: Rev. Richard Holloway (estranged)
Mother: Larra Holloway (estranged) 
Sister: Maria Holloway (estranged)


Relationships
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Abilities

Power Class:
Elemental

Power:
Stardust Spencer has the ability to create particles of luminescent dust which he refers to as stardust. The exact description of the dust changes with his mood, but it always flows from his hands when activated and descends similar to how the sandman is depicted sprinkling sand into the air. The dust changes color with Spencer’s mood, being pink when he’s angry, violet when he’s happy, orange when he’s sad, and seafoam green when he’s nervous. Stardust glows in the dark and is quite hot to the touch, but it does not burn Spencer. Stardust has three forms; nebula form, nova form, and supernova form. 

Nebula form Now here’s what Spencer can actually do with the stardust. Stardust has a cohesive effect when it collides with other particles of itself, allowing Spencer to create constructs out of stardust. These constructs can be of any shape and size so long as they obey the laws of physics and Spencer’s own limitations. Spencer can use the stardust to form shields and tools such as lockpicks, grappling hooks, or bottle openers. Essentially, Spencer uses his power as a metahuman swiss army knife. The stardust’s cohesive properties are like that of a muscle; the more Spencer creates a specific form, the stronger that form gets. So something like a comb which Spencer uses every day will be stronger than, say, a sword which he has only created once.

Nova-form If Spencer is in mortal danger, he can activate the nova-form of his power. In the nova-form, Spencer’s stardust gains a mind of its own and attacks his enemies, using their cohesive properties and high heat to burn opponents. They cannot burn through armor, but they can do a good bit of damage to bare skin if allowed to. The stardust targets vulnerable areas of the body like the nose and eyes. Once the nova-attack is finished, however, all of the stardust particles die and Spencer has to recreate them again, which leaves him temporarily defenseless. 

Supernova-form Spencer’s most powerful form is the Supernova form. This form is exceedingly rare and can only happen at either midnight on a clear night of the full moon in summertime or during a solar eclipse. It also can only happen when Spencer is both in mortal peril and is too overcome by emotion or pain to defend himself using nova or nebula form. In supernova form, the stardust congregates around Spencer and creates a fusion reaction, sending off a massive wave of heat which causes a sizeable explosion, sending enemies literally smoking away. While the stardust tries to protect Spencer, he still receives some burns from using his supernova form and loses his powers for 72 hours. Supernova form requires so much energy that it brings Spencer right to the edge of ashing as well (last time he used it he lost twenty pounds of ash), so he passes out and falls into a coma for at least 48 hours. 

Spencer’s power is greatly affected by the weather, lunar phases, and time of day. His power is strongest on clear nights under the full moon. Under such circumstances, he can create more stardust than he normally can and his constructs are hotter, brighter, and stronger. His power is weakest on cloudy days when the new moon is in phase. On these days, his constructs are about as strong as glass. 

Also Spencer can see in the dark because magic eyes.

Limits:
Nebula-form Spencer cannot create things with moving parts, and due to the laws of physics cannot produce more than ¼ his body weight’s worth of stardust at any one moment. While on nights of the full moon he has been able to exceed this limit and get to 40% of his bodyweight, it is incredibly exhaustive and leaves him quite sore. 

Nova-form In order to use Nova-form, Spencer must discharge 50% of his weight in stardust, which leaves him quite exhausted and causes him to lose his powers for up to an hour.

Supernova-form In order to use Supernova-form, Spencer must discharge 100% of his bodyweight in stardust, which causes him to reach the edge of ashing and causes him to lose his power for 72 hours.

Weaknesses/Drawbacks:
Well if you catch Spencer on a cloudy day when the moon is in its new phase, he’s done for. Because his power is so influenced by cosmic events, there are entire days when his power doesn’t work as well as it normally does (though making small things like he normally does isn’t influenced much). Spencer’s stardust can be destroyed by physical contact and, once destroyed, must be remade. Basically, while Spencer’s nebula-form constructs can take damage for him, they break immediately after that attack subsides, killing off some stardust particles. If Spencer were to, say, get in a gunfight, he would be able to block a bullet or two but after a few bullets he would run out of stardust and would be turned into swiss cheese. Stardust dies if it contacts water or high-voltage electricity. Spencer is a pacifist as well, meaning that he does not use his powers for violence unless he is going to be killed if he doesn’t (thus nova form). Normally this is a non-weakness as people change all the time, but as I mentioned above Spencer’s stardust is like a muscle; the less you take a form, the weaker that form will be. So Spencer could technically make a sword out of stardust, but the first time he swung that sword it would shatter like a glass vase or just vanish into dust in the wind. The nebula form also does not work well against elemental powers, and shields often only partially protect Spencer from damage from elemental attacks.


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Basic Information

Name:
Dr.Tobias Wright

Nickname/Alias/Etc:
Toby, Dr.Wright, Kraken, The Floppy-Floppy Spider of the Deep

Gender:
Male

Age:
45

Height:
5’6”

Weight:
100 lbs (having no bones makes one quite lightweight)

Type:
Teacher (of genetics and biochemistry)


Appearance

Hair Color:
NA

Eye Color:
His eye is not like a human eye. It resembles that of an octopus’ eye, Tobias’ eyes are shaped like that of an octopus’ eyes, with a gold-and-orange white surrounding a long, elliptical pupil facing horizontally (if that didn’t make sense, google it).

Ethnicity:
Um...octopus…?

Physical Appearance:
Tobias Wright exists as a vaguely humanoid shape standing at about 5’6” and weighing around 100 lbs. In his base form, Tobias looks pretty much like an octopus/human hybrid. His limbs (all six of them) and torso have very little muscle definition, and are generally skinny, and for a cephalopod looks slightly overweight, with a pot belly. He has no evidence of any joints or bones anywhere in his body. His arms come down to points like tentacles, and the back side of the part where the hands would be is covered in suction cups. He has three pairs of these arms, each pair set slightly below the pair above them. His legs are much thicker than his arms and end with the same type of suction cup foot. Having no bones, Tobias has sh*t posture. He appears as if he’s being held up by marionette strings, sometime leaning forwards and sometimes backwards. 
His head is the oddest part of his body, with aspects of both a man and an octopus. It stems from an average-sized thick neck that looks more muscular than his arms. His face is flat and tall, with a curved forehead. He has a human-looking mouth and a rounded jaw line that sags slightly (due to his lack of bones). His teeth are black in color, and are pointed like an octopus’ beak. He has twenty teeth, with ten on the top and ten on the bottom. They are the only hard parts of his entire body. Tobias’ eyes are shaped like that of an octopus’ eyes, with a gold-and-orange white surrounding a long, elliptical pupil facing horizontally (if that didn’t make sense, google it). They are in relatively the same position on his face as human eyes. His nose is like a snake’s, a slight bump with two vertical slits. Tobias’ brain is held in a sack that looks like an octopus’ mantle that sags from the back of his head. His ears exist as two slits on either side of the base of the mantle. Toby’s voice is...odd, to say in the least. His voice is very muffled, and he has a rather obvious lisp (because his teeth are no longer human-shaped).

Attire:
Nerd chic. Toby always dresses somewhat-formally. Khakis are a staple of his wardrobe, and his shirt is usually some sort of Oxford-style short-sleeved shirt with a plaid or striped design. Toby has a special tailor in town who makes him his shirts, so they’re six-armed (he really hates when they get ripped because they’re expensive). He doesn’t wear shoes because he can’t walk with them on. When in the lab, Toby wears a lab coat. The coat does not have six arms, and so four of them protrude from the inside of the coat.


Personality

Innate & Outward Personality:
Tobias is a brainchild. He is incredibly intelligent, and has just enough common sense to keep himself from looking like a total moron (emphasis on total). He is one of those people who talksextremelquicklyandseemstogiveyoucompleteandtotalinformationoverloadwheneveryoutrytoaskhimaquestion. He’s one of those people who loves to hear himself talk. He is very prideful due to his advanced intellect, and doesn’t mind showing off. Toby certainly fits the “intellectual bully” archetype, often reminding those students who act cocky in his class that he is the boss and that they could only wish to be as smart as he is. In a way, Tobias compensates for his hideousness with his intellect. He has a special grudge for attractive people, and often acts very rudely towards them. One could not describe Toby as lazy,per-say, but he certainly will take a computer over handwork any day. He is rather self-conscious, and avoids looking into mirrors. When he’s near someone who he likes (like, romantically) he will retreat his tentacles into his shirt to make himself look less freakish. He is also rather socially awkward, possessing few social graces. Many people find him to be incredibly annoying at times. He has a fear of lampreys (because they’re f*cking weird) as well as trypophobia; the fear of clusters of small holes (don’t look it up. It transfers electronically. I’m not joking).

Hobbies/Interests:
Tobias once wanted to be a marine biologist, and still has an interest in aquatic life. He owns a massive aquarium in his room at the academy, and also has a smaller fish tank in his office which contains sea anemones and various saltwater fish. He has a thing for Rubik’s cubes, and keeps a collection of them on a shelf near his desk in his office. He likes to read, especially science journals and science fiction. His favorite book is Brave New World, though a close second is Jurassic Park by Michael Creighton. Television-wise, he watches a lot of BBC and Animal Planet. Planet Earth is his favorite show to watch, though he also likes River Monsters and Mythbusters. His favorite movie is Awakenings. He loves sushi and Chinese food.

Skills/Talents:
Well firstly, you’d be hard-pressed to find a man smarter than Tobias Wright, at least in his fields of expertise (biology, genetics, and mathematics). Partially due to his abilities, he has an IQ of 240. He is a chess grandmaster, and holds the world record for Rubik’s cube solving.

Prized Possession:
His Research

Quote(s):
“Did somebody say ‘superbrain’?” “Oh, so you wanna know about DNA, huh? Well the story of DNA is interesting. It started in the early 20th century when…”

History/Bio:
Tobias was born in Mendel. As soon as he was born, he looked...different. Toby was born with transparent skin and octopus-like eyes, a partial manifestation of his extreme genetic mutation in his structural chromosomes. Doctors at the time of his birth didn’t completely understand metahumans, and so while they knew that he was one, they didn’t really know how to treat him. Because of this, Toby’s childhood was filled with a long litany of doctor’s visits and treatments for diseases that he never had. Unluckily, Toby’s father was a doctor, and so his son got the best in unnecessary medical treatments. When Toby was five, his arms began to turn into tentacles, and his father had him treated for muscular dystrophy. At age seven, when his other arms began to sprout, his father tried to have the arms removed. This failed, and soon Toby Wright was a nice young octopus child. His father was horrified, especially when his son’s skeleton began to dissolve. Toby’s father, being a bigshot in the Mendel medical community, decided to send Toby to a boarding school when he turned thirteen, and so Toby went off to an Academy in Maine, where he learned how to use his powers and cultivated his sharp mind. He developed an anger against his father, and vowed to never have to rely on him for anything. Toby got into college himself, via a full ride to Stanford. Between there and Hopkins, he obtained multiple PhDs in biology, biochemistry, genetics, and mathematics. At age 26, he moved back to Mendel, where he took up a teaching position at Mendel University. In the course of four years, he practically made the school the academic powerhouse that it is today, and opened the Wright Foundation, a special program for academically-talented metahumans. He became chairman of the Foundation, and Wright Scholars became world-renowned for being the best and brightest of the metahuman community. 
About three years into his stint as head of the Foundation, Toby was approached by NEST and was asked to assist in their intelligence wing. Being a single guy with plenty of free time and nowhere to go but up, he took the job and began working with NEST in addition to running the foundation. He mainly acted as an analyst, but on a few occasions was actually deployed in the field to help with the gang situation in Mendel. He worked with NEST for about ten years and actually helped NEST develop some of its best nonfatal anti-meta weaponry. Slightly after the Mendel Gang War, Toby retired from NEST and decided to take a leave of absence from Mendel University. Toby’s house had been burned down in the fighting and the Wright Foundation labs were destroyed by a police raid, so it was no wonder that he had gotten sick of his city. He left Mendel and travelled to Academy 218, where he became a genetics and biochemistry teacher. He has been at 218 for about two years, and plans to stay one or two more before returning to Mendel.

Family:
Alan Wright: Father 
Karen Wright: Mother 
Katrina Wright: Sister


Relationships
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Abilities

Power Class:
Cerebral/super system

Power:
Tobias has the powers of the mystical floppy-floppy spider of the deep, the octopus. Firstly, he is an invertebrate, which is both a strength and a weakness. It is a strength because it allows Tobias to be able to fit through any hole larger than his teeth (he can fold them up to fit through things) and makes him extremely strong, as his limbs are made almost entirely of muscle. It is a weakness, however, because without bones, Tobias has no way to protect his organs from damage (although he does have bands of muscle around his vital organs that provide him with some protection, though this isn’t as good of protection as a skull or ribcage would grant). 
Secondly, Tobias is a color magician. His skin is packed with chromatophores, cells that can control the release of pigment. Because of these cells, Tobias has the ability to change his color to match any background almost perfectly. His invertebrate nature also allows him to change his shape and texture, making him extremely good at camouflage. The more he studies an object, the better he is able to camouflage as it. Certain structures like ivy, garbage bags, and brick walls he has mastered, and can become almost indistinguishable in most urban environments. 
His hands are another vital ability. The suction cups allow him to scale walls and other flat objects with relative ease. Each suction cup can rotate and grasp independently, and can taste/smell what they touch. Because of his powerful eyes, Tobias can see infrared light, giving him a sort of thermal vision. He can pick out people hiding with ease (although this sense is thwarted by large amounts of plants or animals). He has the ability to breathe underwater. 
Toby is incredibly intelligent as well, with an iQ of 240. He has mastered all forms of mathematics and is a master geneticist and biologist, able to identify many organisms solely by analyzing their genetic code.

Limits:
Toby has to keep his body hydrated in order to stay alive, so he is constantly taking baths and drinking water. He dehydrates very quickly, so imprisoning him without water is an almost surefire way to defeat him.

Weaknesses/Drawbacks:
Due to the shape and small size of his ears, Tobias has poor hearing. He is now something of a glass cannon-without bones to absorb the impact of blows and protect his internal organs. Tobias is in danger of severe harm even from blunt trauma or what were before minor wounds. Toby’s camouflage is great for things like trash bags and ivy hangs which are pretty much just formless blobs, but he cannot take more exact forms like a desk or statue, so he needs to be very creative with his hiding abilities. In addition to this, Toby’s octopus nature has changed his blood from relying on hemoglobin to transport oxygen: he will find himself less efficient in warmer environments, particularly out of the water. In the cold and the wet, he will excel, but otherwise, he may find himself drawing short of breath or getting light-headed if he overexerts himself. Toby generally has poor cardiovascular endurance. Toby is extra sensitive to pain as well, due to the sensory organs in his tentacles. Punching Toby in the suction cup is akin to hitting someone’s funny bone. 
     Lastly, and most importantly, is his lifespan. The octopus in real life lives a rather short lifespan dedicated to breeding. Once they mate, they die. Because of this, octopi age very quickly. So does Tobias; Toby’s cells age very quickly, shortening his life span. Because of this, Tobias probably will not live very long. He calculates that he has maybe ten years of his life left if he cannot find a way to slow his aging process, which is what he is currently working on in his lab. He’s not far off, but he still needs considerable work to create a serum that will save his life.


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Basic Information

Name:
Astrid Ashbourne

Nickname/Alias/Etc:
Breeze

Gender:
Female

Age:
18

Height:
5'2"

Weight:
107 lbs

Type:
First Time Student


Appearance

Hair Color:
Red

Eye Color:
Blue

Ethnicity:
Caucasian/Slovak

Physical Appearance:
Astrid is tiny. That is the one thing that is said about her the most. Skinny and short it's very easy for her to be missed in a large crowd. When she is not surrounded by 'giants,' as she calls everyone at a normal height, she tends to attract attention. Her hair is bright red, and she loves to keep it down, hanging to around mid-back. The intensity of the color brings out the paleness of her skin, making her seem almost paper white. The only alteration to her pale skin is a series of light freckles on either side of her petite nose. Her face is rather pretty with sharp eyebrows over large sky-blue eyes. Her eyes are always full of curiosity.

As for her non-immediate physical appearances Astrid has a series of piercings. The regular earlobe piercings in addition to three more on the left side, reaching up to the top of her ear. On her belly button she has a piercing of a small heart. Her ears are slightly pointed at the end, which in addition to her size gave her the nickname the elf.

Attire:
Astrid's attire mostly consists of t-shirts and jeans. She doesn't care much for dresses or shorts, especially not short shorts. Her favourite color of all time is blue, because she learned somewhere that the color blue brings out positive emotions in people when they see it. When it gets cold she loves wearing hoodies that are way too big for her small size. She thinks it brings out for tiny size, making her look cuter.


Personality

Innate & Outward Personality:
Astrid has always had a personality to match her size. She is jumpy, excited, bubbly, and constantly full of laughter. While not a prankster or a jokester she loves to make people laugh and loves to laugh along side them. On first appearance Astrid is incredibly outgoing, often making new friends with complete strangers. She always had an easy time fitting in at school, and quickly became popular simply because she was so approachable and interesting. She is incredibly accepting of people, not caring about sexuality, gender, or appearance, as long as they don't have a problem with it. However, she does look down on the drugged and depressed.

Occasionally Astrid hits a mood she calls the "rush," but what doctors would just call selective ADD. It is basically a surge of adrenaline she gets when she is excited. As far as she knows it's not linked to any sort of power of hers, but she absolutely loves it. It usually occurs when she is doing something she is interested in involving cognitive thinking. If you can pull her away from her work, she will begin to talk very fast before quickly getting distracted and going straight back into her work.

When describing Astrid, the words often used are curious, observant, energetic, and enthusiastic. She is always ready to go out and do something, anything to keep herself busy. When sitting still she will almost constantly be moving, tapping her fingers, curling her hair, or twirling something between her fingers. Observant is not what is instantly thought of when thinking of Astrid, but anyone who knows her well can see that she is constantly noticing things so as to never miss a moment. This way she can see the bigger picture in a every moment. Contrary to observant, energetic and enthusiastic is easy for people to describe Astrid. She never holds her tongue when an idea comes to mind, and doesn't mind telling it to the first person who is willing to listen.

Where Astrid's personality has it's downfall is when she is put into leadership positions. For some reason her approachability and popularity seem to make herself an appropriate candidate for leading, despite her hating it. She finds that it often is boring, repetitive, and monotonous. What Astrid finds most important is the need to feel like she is pushing boundaries and exploring untouched ideas. Anything that hasn't been done before, she is willing to try.

Relationships for Astrid have always been easy. She seems to believe that it is her height that is most appealing about her, but for most people it's just that she doesn't make them nervous. Unfortunately while starting relationships have been easy, the in between hasn't. Astrid puts tries too hard in the relationship, trying for perfectionism. She changed herself and pushed her personal boundaries in her relationships for the sake of her significant other. For the most part she didn't mind pushing her own boundaries, just that she had done it for the wrong reason. After a breakup she often places herself under sole responsibility, crushing her self-esteem. 

For more information please look at: personality chart

Hobbies/Interests:
Her appearance might fool some people, but Astrid is actually very smart. She loves math and computers, learning several languages of coding in high school. She has written a series of apps that made her a nice amount of money while still a teenager.

Skills/Talents:
Coding as mentioned before. She seems to exceptionally bad at anything to do with language outside of computer oriented language. She has also been told to be quite a great hugger.

Prized Possession:
Her 'giant' 1920 grey sweatshirt.

Quote(s):
"Life is short, so am I."
"You've really gotta hand it to short people, because we mostly can't reach it."
"I maintain a good perspective on life because I'm always looking up."

History/Bio:
Astrid's mother and father were both half Russian. They met through an arranged meeting that their parents had set up. It was instantly love at first sight. They married quickly before moving to the United States to raise their children. Olivia was born California. She was Astrid's bigger sister, not only because of her age, but she was a giant when standing next to her little sister. It made family portraits a nightmare, but for Olivia it only helped her as she was so involved in sports. Astrid was born three years after her sister. During school, Astrid excelled. Her fellow classmates liked her and so did the teachers. She did great in all of her classes besides English. Her work wasn't always done neatly, or on time, or done at all, but she understood all the concepts. Before long Astrid was pushing herself beyond what her school could offer by involving herself in fairs and maker programs. Still, though, she hadn't found something that she was genuinely curious about and that could keep her interested for more than a week.

Before her junior year of high school, Astrid's father announced he would not pay for her college tuition. It wasn't that he couldn't afford it, but wanted to build character in his only child. Maybe add a little bit of maturity too. After thinking about it for a day, Astrid enrolled herself in computer programming. Throughout that year she passed up her fellow classmates and by the end of the year had developed a series of apps and programs that had made her wealthy enough to pay for college. Not only did it help her get money to pay for future tuition, but by the next year a tech company came up to her offering a job writing code for them. Excited she accepted the job proposal.

It was because of this job that Astrid first discovered her power. It was Saturday and for the third time that week she was later for work. Sleepy eyed she struggled into a pair of pants, before shrugging on some random shirt hanging on her door. Grabbing a cup of coffee to go she hopped out the door running for the bus. Out of breathe she arrived at the station, just to see it pull away from the curb. Yelling and waving her hands she took off after it, trying to catch the attention of the driver. Too late the man turned to bus away from her. Astrid continued to run before her foot caught in a piece the sidewalk and she tripped. Falling towards the ground she prepared herself to tumbled and scratch her face up, when she suddenly landed on soft carpet. Confused she looked around, finding herself lying on the floor of her office. 

It took Astrid a while to figure out what happened. Somehow when she was falling she had managed to teleport. She was a meta! Excited at her recent findings she pushed herself to teleport again. Day after day she got better and better, slowly teleporting greater distance. And of course like any teenager with new superpowers, Astrid did not always use them for good. Not to say that she was stealing, or killing people, just midnight icecream visits became a regularity for her. Before too long she was contacted by Academy 218 about joining their school. It was far from home, but the exciting opportunity it offered was irresistible. She couldn't wait to meet more people like her and advance her power!

Family:
Mother - Silvia Ashbourne
Father - Alexander Ashbourne
Older Sister - Olivia Ashbourne


Relationships
|N/A has not met anyone at Academy 218|

Abilities

Power Class:
Cerebral/Super-System

Power:
Astrid has the ability to teleport to anywhere she has ever been in her life, within range. After a sharp pop or crackling sound, she will disappear from one place and into another. She can use this to teleport into the sky for surprise aerial attacks, and teleport away to grab some sort of weapon. In a fight Astrid is very useful as she can provide weapons quickly, or sound alarm systems with ease. When actually fighting Astrid loves to teleport in between attacks. She will usually start with a quick teleport away to grab a bat or tennis racket, before coming back to slam it into her foe. That or just drop stuff on their head. And if you want to grab a nice cold icecream, Astrid is the person to go to.

Limits:
Astrid has to be constantly vigilant when she teleports. If she does not have a completely clear image of the place she wanted to teleport there is a chance she can teleport into a solid object. If this were to happen that part of her body that couldn't teleport would get displaced and remain where she previously stood. She found this out when she teleported once and lost half her hair on one side of her head. 

Astrid also has a limited range that she can teleport. Currently she can teleport up to around 200 miles, though after she is extremely weak and tired, affecting her teleportation power for weeks after. Once she over exerted herself, teleporting across California(roughly 250 miles) and ended up blacking out and unconscious for over a week. After that she wasn't able to teleport across the room for a month, and hasn't tried anything near that distance since. However she hopes to expand this with training at Academy 218. And as mentioned before she has to have been somewhere before she can teleport there.

Weaknesses/Drawbacks:
Astrid teleportation acts much like running. Short distances, a couple yards, are almost effortless. A mile takes concentration. Multiple miles leaves her breathless after, sometimes temporarily blind. Once it gets into the hundreds of miles range it starts to take it's toll on her often causing her to faint. The teleportation exerts itself on every one of her cells creating soreness and complete tiredness after a long day of teleporting.


Other:
Has worked with Hector Gambino in his company aiding Metahumans, contributing with a significant amount of code
NEST Registration Number – #1920-CA-US


Sample Post:
Astrid stood to the side of the stage talking to her boss about the presentation. He looked exhausted and quite a bit nervous about the upcoming speech she was about to give. Slowly he ran her through the steps that she was going to run by in the presentation. "Alright so first thing you need to do is introduce them to Incretex. Explain to them what it is and wha-" He was cut off by Astrid. She was surging. "Oh yes yes yes yes yes of course." The words tumbled out of her mouth as soon as they came into her mind. "Run them by the Incretex. The mission. Show them everything about it. How it started , ended. Not that it's ended, or anywhere near ending." 

"Astrid." Her boss tried to interrupt her back on track. "Then after we introduce them, I'll give them a little preview of the code that has been written. A little sneak peak at what I contributed to it all. You know we have over 12,560 lines of code. Of which I wrote like 2000. Nah probably like 2100. Nope no more like 2200. Yeah that's it im sure more like 2200. Man, thats like 17.5% of the program, i'm going to mention that. Should I mention it? I'm going to mention it anyway." "Astrid." She waved her hand at him, "Yes yes then i'll bring out the demonstration. Got a fancy little button right here. Look, you see? It's nice, big and shiny. Though its green. Why is it green? Green is such an ugly color. Should be blue. Did you know blue helps bring out positive moods in people. Like make them happier and stuff. You should try it. Wear some blue, like a baseball cap or something. But make sure it's bl-" 

"ASTRID!" Her boss exclaimed, grabbing her shoulders, just trying to get her to stop talking for one second. He opened his mouth to try to focus her on the big presentation that she was about to give, and before the first word could come out of his mouth, the man on the stage announced Astrid's name. Smiling at her boss she began to hop up the stairs, full of energy and excitement. At the top she turned back to her boss and said, "Break a leg- wait no that's not quite right is it." Shrugging she ran up the last step and into the middle of the stage. Behind her boss dragged a hand across his face, "Oh I'm so screwed."

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Basic Information

Name:
Selena Wodan Chilver

Nickname/Alias/Etc:
Artemis

Gender:
Female

Age:
26

Height:
5'8

Weight:
160

Type:
Staff Member.

Appearance

Hair Color:
Platinum blonde or a dark hazel. Yeah, I'll get to it later.

Eye Color:
Brown.

Ethnicity:
She is 1/4th Greek, 1/4th Italian, and 1/2 Cherokee.

Physical Appearance:
To address the immediate question-how the hell is someone of Selena's lineage platinum blonde-I will address that later.

Selena's a visibly tough girl. She's pretty, but tough. Consider a whitewater river, coursing with too much force to possibly try and raft down. Or a mother bear eviscerating the dumbass tourist who wanted a picture of her cub. This is Selena. Magnificent to behold, terrifying to be held by. She's in excellent shape-she's not bulky enough to be a bodybuilder but not thin enough to be a runner. Selena's athletic, and while she's not butch or masculine, she has a firm physique and some visible muscle. She moves calmly and with focus-as strange as that may sound, it aptly describes her. She walks with the poise of someone who's entirely relaxed but ready for what's coming-as if she's expecting trouble to come her way, but not necessarily afraid of it. Selena tends to move in a way that may be considered self-assured or arrogant-she's fond of holding eye contact when she speaks, and her general posture and mannerisms almost seem to subtly suggest she considers herself to be dominant or superior. Selena has a nice smile, but she doesn't show it off very frequently-she prefers a faint grin, just a notch or two above absolute calm. Selena's hands are callused, with a fair amount of faint scars and nicks on her knuckles and one or two on her arms. She's not one to use much makeup, and has a fair amount of natural beauty-if she put a bit of work towards it, she could be gorgeous, but as is, she's a diamond that's still in the rough. Her face is heart shaped, with a small round chin and slightly higher, slightly prominent cheekbones. Her skin tone is a blend of a Mediterranean olive tone, the more reddish complexion of her Cherokee heritage, and the tan of many an hour spent outside. Suffice to say she sunburns very rarely. Her eyebrows are angled a bit sharply and thin, a dark color (that lightens slightly, in sync with her hair, but not very much). Her eyes are a warm brown and seem to have a few speckles of green. Her forehead is average sized, perhaps a bit small. Her mouth is a little small but her lips are full, a light pink.

Selena's voice is a bit breathy, a tiny bit raspy-nothing so severe as "I used to be a smoker" commercials, but she doesn't have the higher pitches that most girls have. It's nothing close to butch or gruff, but she's a few notes lower than most of her teenage girl compatriots. She's also not one to laugh often-you'll normally get a bemused grin out of her, or perhaps a chuckle. When she does laugh all the way, it's an uncontrollable belly laugh, a very unladylike guffaw. Her anger, however, is far more quick to surface. Well, perhaps anger isn't the right word-she gets a fire in her eyes and her posture shifts-chin juts out a bit, the same grin a shark gives a slow fish appears on her lips, and she normally goes through a handful of routine tics. Her fingers dance and curl up into fists then relax a few times. She rolls her wrists around. Trigger fingers twitch. Casually stretching out the hamstrings for a sprint.

Her hair is also interesting-it's in sync with the phases of the moon. At a new moon, her hair is dark hazel. The closer it gets to being full, the lighter it turns, becoming platinum blonde and then glowing a faint silver during the nights of a full moon-after which it begins to dim back to brown. The cycle repeats. Her hair is about shoulder length and she has several dreadlocks-neat, well-maintained ones, not like nappy fat ones. When hunting or doing physical activities she normally pins it back in a ponytail to keep it clear and out of the way.

Attire:
Selena dresses pragmatically. She's more used to colder, woodsy environments, so she prefers utility and durability over fashion. You can normally count on several shirts for layering, normally earth tones. She's fond of camouflage jackets or a rugged, leather/shearling coat. Jeans or khaki-style jeans tucked into scuffed and scarred boots normally do the trick. She likes comfy wool socks and this nice leather belt she got for Christmas a couple of years back-it's etched out with a lot of different scenes you can't really see without an up-close look, and if you did that, Selena would probably slap you for sticking your face in her lady area. Tsk tsk. A little class goes a long way, friend.

Personality

Innate & Outward Personality:
Selena is a huntress. This encompasses all aspects of her psyche-she is honorable, competitive, territorial, fierce, assertive, and reliable. Selena is by no means a bad person-she is a little lacking in social graces, which can often convey the impression of her being a bitch, and her difficulty in walking away from a challenge tends to make enemies, but she's not malicious. She's had her fair share of misinterpreted comments, and her lack of fashion sense can often cause her to butt heads with those who are more socially aware/stylistically inclined. Selena's somewhat judgmental-rather harshly, she doesn't tend to forgive easily, and someone who acts like a douche or lies very rarely regains any sort of respect in her eyes. She has burned a fair amount of bridges in the past this way.

Selena's competitive, as mentioned before. Proud, Selena enjoys friendly competition and especially winning. However, that being said, honor is another component of her personality-she is not only a terrible liar, she's averse to it. To Selena, there is no joy in cheating to secure a victory or lying to secure a happiness. Selena's abruptness and upfrontness often lead her to not understanding the nuances of social scenarios or the intricacies of situations-she can very easily miss subtleties that extroverts notice with no effort at all. Her pride and honor often make her squirm when forced to be quiet about something-Selena's never one to back down from a challenge, and often has trouble picking her battles. She has trouble allowing short-term losses for long-term successes.

Selena's an outdoorsy sort. She loves nature in any form-rock climbing, hiking, hunting, swimming, boating, mountain biking. The wild calls to her, and she can only tolerate being stuck inside a classroom or building for so long. Her eyes wander, and she always sits next to the window, always finds the balcony or way to the roof of a building first. Not to say Selena doesn't have a more mellow side to her-secretly, she has a few passions that she's rather embarassed to be public about. She's pretty good with yarn and enjoys making scarves and whatnot. Selena also likes to write poetry, as well as do sketches. She also loves bubble baths but will never admit this to anyone, under pain of death.

Selena's rather harsh on herself. Ambitious and headstrong, she has trouble admitting when she's gotten herself in too deep and isn't one to ask for help very often. She detests apologizing as well, even when she knows she's wrong. However, her desire to set things right normally outweighs her shame. Selena can more readily admit when she's been beaten-while she doesn't like losing, she has a very healthy respect for competition and her rivals (whom, oftentimes, don't realize they are her rivals). Selena's also somewhat hindered in the romance department-she understands fighting and competing and all but is at a total loss with flirting. Watching Selena try to flirt in comparison to her running a race or hunting something is almost hysterical-she's got no clue what she's doing and not very sure how to act on it. There are usually two extremes with this-Selena is hilariously. She often winds up "friendzoning" herself, and her physical prowess and competitive nature tend to scare off most guys. She can be rather lonely, and yearns for friendship and relationships more than she lets on.

Hobbies/Interests:
Anything outdoors. Hunting, fishing, falconry, whittling, sketches, poetry. She likes hiking and wandering around exploring places. Any form of physical activities. Challenges and competitions.

Skills/Talents:
She's an excellent huntress. Selena is a skilled tracker and pretty adept at most wildernessy, survivaly activities. Most people who know her think of her whenever that "who would you want to be stuck on a desert island with" question comes around. She's very good at moving about quietly and camouflaging herself. Selena's a skilled markswoman, whether with a long rifle or bow (she's not quite as good with handguns). She has no martial arts training, but has been in a few scuffles and knows how to handle herself in a fight. Selena's also quite good with animals, and able to sniff out a liar fairly easily. She's in excellent condition physically and has a high pain threshold.

Prized Possession:
Selena's not a materialistic person, overall. However, she has a small retinue of items that she treasures dearly. These include her leather coat I mentioned earlier, her bow, her boots, and her knife. She loves her motorcycle Also, her teddy bear. Shhh

Quote(s):
(Selena clamps her hand over your mouth as you ask for a quote and points at a nightingale that just fluttered down and landed nearby. She forgets about you and watches it curiously for a little while.

History/Bio:
Selena's mother left at an early age-her childhood was spent in-between her uncle who lived in Wyoming and her father, who lived in North Carolina. Her father's work on an oil rig kept him away for a month or two at a time. As an only child, Selena never had much in the way of a strong female figure in her life, and as such had to learn a few lessons about femininity-more basic ones such as bra shopping and periods and more complex ones such as how to deal with guys and not hate oneself more or less on her own. She had a varying degree of success with all of these, and her negligible fashion sense is also a result of her upbringing. Suffice to say Dad wears crocs and socks.

She, however, did have a few male cousins with whom she spent a fair amount of time. As such, Selena spent most of her time doing the sorts of boyish hobbies most girls her age got too involved in-and her ability to keep pace with her cousins physically kept things interesting. The events of her mother's absence were never really delved into-however, secretly, childishly, Selena always clung onto the idea that she was the daughter of the old goddess Artemis, that the little fairy tale a denial-ridden dad had told her about how her mother was waiting for her up in the night sky was true. Selena still fancies this idea but would never, ever, EVER admit it to anyone. She, underneath the gruffness she developed to deal with the cousins who treated her as a little sister (complete with pranking and constant teasing), had a pretty big hole in her heart, and never really moved past it.

In school, Selena was an average student. She liked certain stuff but wasn't really phenomenal at anything. She wanted to be a veterinarian-Selena, stemming from her time spent outdoors, loved animals, but figured she didn't have good enough grades for it. Her life was fairly uneventful otherwise-she had no major disasters, no unforeseen trauma.

Following school, Selena explored a variety of fields. She had a brief stint in law enforcement before deciding the thrill of the hunt did not make up for the bullshit of bureaucracy. Very quickly left that job. Used her on-paper experience to get a job as a park ranger for a while, and has been going steady as a ranger for a few years-she's shifted parks a few times, and done several search and rescue msisions.

Family:
Some lame-ass sister, who knows.

Relationships
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Henry Olin  /  Good / Friend, Rival / Tough bastard. Good guy. Fun to kick his ass around sometimes.

Abilities

Power Class:
Super System

Power:
The Huntress Selena has an innate predator's drive. This is nothing so cruel as, say, the Dresdenverse's mantle of the Winter Knight, but she has an edge for bloodlust and passion. Selena, I should clarify, is not bloodthirsty, feels no senseless cruelty. However, she's got a rush she only feels when she's stalking her prey, when she's lunging in for the kill-in whatever form that may take. She feels the same rush at winning a race, at killing a deer, at beating someone in wrestling-at securing her position as apex, queen of the jungle. To this end, her body is more capable than the average person. Her strength, speed, endurance, reflexes, and senses are all enhanced-particularly the latter two. She is not able to pick up cars or sprint like the Flash-however, if she continues to develop, she could easily be an Olympic athlete (in several categories) later on in life. She's able to, by more fully embracing her predatorial, instinctual side, become more powerful, however in doing so her rational thought and levelheadedness begins to ebb. This is by no means permanent, but if she moves and operates fully on instinct, she becomes a force to be reckoned with. Her senses make her a keen hunter-she is able to track scents, move near-silently, and function without much impairment at night. Her abilities are more powerful as the moon is fuller. Additionally, she can camouflage herself rather easily-this applies to muffling her scent, noise, and presence as much as it does her appearance.

Queen of the Wild Hunt. For centuries, legends have existed of the Wild Hunt, a cavalcade of beasts and hunters that stormed the skies of Europe and took prey wherever they so desired. Now giving Selena this kind of power would be ridiculously OP, but she does hold sway over wild beasts. She cannot directly control animals, but they are more inclined to obey her-particularly predators (prey animals are mostly scared by her presence). She doesn't have to fear being attacked by wild animals and can normally communicate with them to a crude extent. She's also able to sense disturbances in nature around her, and has a natural gauge for life around her. This effect is more pronounced when she's outdoors, or in the wilderness-in a concrete building,it's greatly muffled. She's also got an edge against any animal-based metahumans-as Queen of the Wild Hunt, their abilities are not as effective against her, and a natural fear and reverence (usually subconscious, something they can't put their finger/claw on but can't ignore) is present there. This is not to say that she is immune to them-however, they may have more trouble picking up on her scent, may be more shaken by her threats, more wounded by her attacks, etc.

The Daughter of Artemis. Legendary markswoman that she was, Selena is an excellent markswoman. This applies to rifles and bows mostly-she's got very little with pistols (unless they're scoped, but who does that). This is nothing really supernatural-she can't, for instance, hit a fly with an arrow or anything ridiculous. However, she is a peerless shot, especially with a bow. As the moon grows more full, her skill increases. Her arrows are capable of dealing slightly disproportionate damage-especially during the full moon, they gain an armor-piercing quality that tends to cut through most supernatural defenses. During the new moon, they still pack a punch, but aren't quite as damaging.

Actaeon's Hound. According to myth, Artemis was gifted by the god of nature, Pan, with the seven finest hunting hounds in all the world. During the full moon, Selena is capable of giving in entirely to her predator's side and transforming into a wolf. While in wolf form, she's not capable of much but instinct-based action. She can't transform back until the moon's light has left the sky-this, predictably, can leave her in a somewhat vulnerable state if she's up against enemies who have any modicum of intelligence. If she embraces the Wild Hunt/transforms into the wolf, prey will flee before her. It doesn't really do much but it's funny as hell to watch.

Limits/Weaknesses/Drawbacks:

Other:
First and foremost, the moon. While the moon is new, during the day, she's more or less your average human, albeit in great shape and with a considerable amount of training (in the form of many years spent hunting). Direct daylight hampers her abilities somewhat, and she's not quite as sharp. Her ability favors the long, drawn-out nature of a slow hunt-stalking her prey for weeks until the opportune moment to strike.

Her ability also plays a lot with predatorial instincts, and to what extent it affects her. Her territorial/aggressive nature is passively affected by this. The more she draws upon her powers, the more Selena slips into that mindset. If she's drawing upon her powers fully, she'll be fully obsessed with the hunt, with the kill, with catching her prey. Predators' eyes are focused in the center, on the prey before them. Selena can be lured into traps, outmaneuvered, and defeated more easily when she develops this tunnel vision. She also becomes more aggressive and willing to take risks, as well as more...base? Challenges will not go unanswered, and threats will not be taken lightly. These can be turned against her easily. Primal desires are more prominent over complex ones.

She is, innately, the Queen of the Wild Hunt. Whenever she is bested, however, this mantle may briefly flicker to another individual. If Selena's let her predator side take over while fighting, then she may have difficulty shaking it-establishing your status as a predator above her may result in Selena acknowledging defeat and falling into the pack underneath the new alpha until she regains her senses.

Selena's also prone to suffering the fallout of her actions. If she pushes herself too far, she can deal with anything from soreness to torn ligaments as a result of her overexertion. She prefers the slow, drawn-out hunt-exhausting her prey and then lunging in for the kill when it's weak. In an outright battle, head-on, she runs the risk of tiring herself out. Predators don't normally like confrontations where they don't have the advantage-if the tables turn, Selena may leave to lick her wounds and return another day rather than risk being bested. Her pride, however, can interfere with this.

Additionally, her powers leave her more prone to psychic attacks than most others would be. She's also, as a result of her inexperience in the romance department, a little more easily swayed by infatuation based powers or emotional powers than most others would be. Selena has a weakness to solar-based powers as well, and is not as potent within very urbanized areas.

The smell and taste of blood will also cause Selena to become somewhat riled up. In large quantities, it can trigger her more predatorial side to take over, and cause needlessly aggressive actions and reckless decisions. Think a shark near a bloodied fish. She generally prefers long-range, relatively clean kills to avoid this. Curiously, if the creature is dead-or the hunt over-this effect isn't anywhere near as strong. She can skin and clean her game with minimal adverse effects, but if she's wounded it? Its blood calls to her, an irresistible trail on the ground as it flees from her, beckoning to be bested, to be slain...

The wolf thing is meant to be a one time gig. She's never done it before and is totally unaware that she can. Her active resistance to fully "going over" and the fact she'd be completely drained for the next day or two means it's not something she can do frequently at all-it's an ultimate last resort tactic.

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Bio

Basic Information

Name:
Kanajiro Hanamoto

Nickname/Alias/Etc:
'Takeda'

Gender:
Male.

Age:
19

Height:
1.76m

Weight:
69kg

Type:
New Student.

Appearance

Hair Color:
Black, with a single blonde line on the side

Eye Color:
Brown

Ethnicity:
Asian, Japanese for the trained eye that can discern the differences

Physical Appearance:
Kanajiro looks like a Asian thug, a lowlife not-yet-Yakuza guy who sits around in the bar with his friends drinking 'biru' or 'beer.' And, to tell the truth, that is more or less true. His haircut is very non traditional, and is thuggish even for western standards. At the very least, it looks sort of imposing. His sides are shaven both sides, with a single line running from the start of his hairline into halfway his hair on the right side of his head, which was colored blonde around the line. The top and back are still long and outgrown, often tied back into a ponytail, but not neccesarily always so.

He has characteristical slanted eyes, or 'Chink eyes' as some ruder people have called it. Besides that, he has nothing especially of note in his face, lest you count that his eyebrows are mostly furrowed inwards, giving people the impression that he is permanently angry or frustrated. He has a somewhat defined jawline, but nothing extremely out of the ordinary. His jaw rolls into a rounded chin with a small amount of hair on it, only noticeable if you pay attention to it. The growth is that small that it's not worth it to shave. 

Kanajiro's face, as mentioned before, seems to be in a permanently angry looking, or frustrated state. Sometimes this is true, but his bring up is more so the reason than his actual feelings. For that reason his lips are often curled downwards, his eyebrows pointed inwards and his eyes have a tendency to stare people in the eyes. Pair that with Kanajiro's feeling of pride and a 'lifted chin' and it will make him look like a real asshole at times. 

His body can be described as skinny, and somewhat muscled, most notably on his arms. However, it is nothing out of the ordinary and the muscles can be attributed to his skinny body. He has a small waist, which move into a slightly wider, but not too wide chest. In short, he's no bodybuilder and will probably never become one either. Kanajiro's skin tone is slightly yellow-ish, which will become noticeably redder in the facial areas when he consumes alcohol. According to him, it's called Asian glow, and apparently it's real.

Attire:
Kanajiro dresses in comfortable-but-fashionable clothes, which generally include 'stylish' sweatpants and skinny jeans, black slip-in shoes, t-shirts and tanktops paired with a jacket or vest of sorts. 2 favored colors of his are black and white, for fashion choices. Something always present in his outfit is a white bandana tied around a belt loop or around his wrist.

Personality

Innate & Outward Personality:
Kanajiro is a 'silent but present' type of person. He prefers to watch things unfold and generally only speaks when he feels like he has something to put in. That's not to say he is introverted, he is often more than happy to go out with a friend to do something, but will often let them do the talking. Girls have called him a 'good listener' if that is any help. Things he can say will generally be short, stupid jokes that don't get laughed at, sarcastic remarks, or friendly comments.

As for more neutral situations, Kanajiro can be quite respectful to superiors, such as teachers, parents or seniors that demand and deserve respect. But for equals or lowers, which is open to interpretation, he can behave in a rude manner, almost cocky sometimes, when he feels they don't give him the respect he deserves. He also pays lots of mind to behavior, in the way that respect towards others is quite important for him. This relates more to physical behavior than more subtle things like body language. As such, he could get very insulted by someone walking into him and making a half assed attempt at an apology.

In negative situations, such as arguments, fights or tense stand offs between rivals, he will be cocky, proud and aggressive. Kanajiro finds it hard to hold back at times, and will often throw the first punch or hit the first weak spot in an argument. Still, he maintains a quiet demeanor, although his face will tell you otherwise. As such Kanajiro is very easy to read, even by someone who is terrible at reading faces - if he is angry, you can definetely tell.

Deep down Kanajiro is more calm, relaxed and wishes to release himself and his pressures more often. His personality and odd quirks make it difficult for him, and the releases that he does have he finds in martial arts, which isn't exactly a release that makes you neccesarily more aggressive or calm. He tries his best to become more sociable, but his quiet nature and aggressive demeanor mean that this is exceptionally hard for him, which has made him even more so silent and aggressive. To him, it's a vicious cycle. As for things not neccesarily related to a positive, neutral or negative situation, Kanajiro is a proud, respectful at times, pessimistic and negative thinking, aggressive looking guy.

Hobbies/Interests:
Kanajiro used to spend his younger years training karate, but discontinued that. As for the here and now, he spends his time working out, practicing his (rusty) skills in martial arts and practicing qiqong (breathing exercises). Besides the sport sides, he also likes going out for a drink, and hanging out where ever. To him, a good party means a warm pub, or a bonfire and some drinks to be had with friends, and not neccesarily a club full of people dancing and jumping around. He also tries to keep up with his Japanese, but that's more of a self proclaimed duty than a hobby, as he loathes practicing it.

Skills/Talents:
He is rusty at his martial arts, but is a decent enough fighter and what he lacks in skill he makes up for in heart and courage. Stupid and dumb courage, but courage none the less. Besides the obvious he is a decently flexible guy, as qiqong also includes stretching and becoming more flexible.

Prized Possession:
His white bandana. It's a reminder of home, given to him by some friends when it became clear he was going to leave.

Quote(s):
“Nani? Are you stupid, or just brave?”

History/Bio:
Kanajiro was born in Osaka, Japan. This 'neon city' was quite beatiful. Atleast, if you are from the West. For locals it was less than perfect, especially in the poorer areas where Kanajiro lived. Kanajiro's family was part of the traditional working class, his mom being a stay at home mom, out of neccesity and not choice, and his father being a car mechanic, it was clear they didn't have much money. Kanajiro would never tell it like it was a bad thing, as he believes it brings strength and character to people. That's why he treats it as a legacy and not a sob story - never the less, poverty pushed them to the edges. Atleast school was afforded, and Kanajiro was quite glad to go there. He shared the school with other children from the same area, and some from middle class areas. It seemed the difference in income mattered little here and Kanajiro got along with pretty much anyone and was an average student. Time passed quietly until he turned 13.

Youth crime, while small in number, was a plague. A system where possessions defined the amount of respect you were due, and no money to buy anything, it was only a question of time before poor youth became involved in minor theft. It would go from snacks while hanging out with friends, to a pair of brand new sneakers. After that, well.. At the very least it was relatively innocent for a 13 year old. It was at that age he started smoking, too, although drinking was still out of the question with very strict laws in place to prevent that. And for once, those laws seemed to be enforced unlike in the west. It was also at this time that his grades got progressively worse, and he spent more time outside of school than in it during school hours.

Hanging out with his friends was his favorite past time, smoking a cigarette together that someone nicked from their dad and a lighter that must've been passed around the group a thousand times. Then someone would've got the brilliant idea to steal something, just to have something to eat. They pulled straws and the unlucky one was Kanajiro, who was sent to steal a couple of bags of chips and some other shit. Kanajiro, being the dumb courageous boy he was, decided to do it regardless of the plentiful cameras hanging around the shop. 

Everything went swimmingly until he ran out the store, where he was grabbed in the neck by the thick, stubby fingers of the store owner. In a reflex young Kanajiro released the bags of chips and, by pure accident.. or luck, whichever you want to call it, he managed to crystallize his own right hand, prompting the shop owner to flinch and release him. This sent Kanajiro back on his feet, and back to his house. 

Well, it was quite hard for a 13 year old boy to come up with a reason that his hand was crystallized. Actually, that was probably hard even for a 40 year old wise man. So telling mom and dad was out of the question, and his 12 year old sister would be no help to him. Neither the dog. The answer was to run into his room, lock the door and shatter the crystals. Taking countless hours to even attempt to shatter them, the resulting stress and violent crying seemed to somehow 'deactivate' his newfound power, and decrystallized the hand. Great. When he finally got out of his room he told his concerned father and mother that he got kicked in the nuts by a friend. “Perfect explanation.”

Between then and his 19th birthday he did more questionable stuff, and never really looked too much into the crystals. It seemed to be an isolated accident, and it never really happened again. Slowly he repressed it into the back of his mind, and at some point he even started thinking it never happened and he was just remembering a dream or something. During the years he dropped out of school and got involved in a youth gang, which was indirectly related to the local yakuza's. It was nothing bad, they just hung around, fought other gangs, drove loud and way too expensive pimped out cars around (he never owned one) and visited clubs. Oh, and they scared people. It seemed to be the main concern to the locals, the fact that they looked scary.

If it weren't for another accident with his power, he probably would've lived a short and unhappy live, dying in a ditch with a knife in the side of his neck, stabbed by a rival. Instead, he was attacked by a rival group when he was walking home at about 4AM after hanging out with friends. He got beat up, badly, and got kicked into a ditch where he was supposed to be kicked some more when his entire body seemed to crystallize. Ofcourse, that was rather strange, so the rivals ran off and left Kanajiro to figure it out on his own. It would've helped if he had any idea what to google for, but ultimately after a lengthy search he ended up at 'Academy 218' and a keyword, namely 'Meta-humans'. Not being American, he had never even heard of Meta-humans, or their powers, and had always disregarded them as advertisements for super heroes, or at a later age even American propaganda to scare them. But now he was one of them. And he was going to apply to Academy 218.

Family:
Father - Mori Hanamoto - 54, alive, resides in Osaka.
Mother - Amori Hanamoto - 49, alive, resides in Osaka.
Sister - Ikari Hanamoto - 17, alive, resides in Osaka. [Possible meta-human.]

Relationships
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None as of yet.

Abilities

Power Class:
Elemental.

Power:
Crystallokinesis
The crystal formed by Kanajiro is very strong, able to withstand a mans punch, a metal blade swung at it, a drill drilling into the crystal and a truck driving into a wall of it, depending on the thickness and structure of the wall. Furthermore the crystal is highly resistant to electricity, fire and earth, given crystals' natural properties of having a high insulation of electricity in it's solid form, a high melting point and a very strong structure, comparable to diamond (which is a crystal on it's own).

Currently Kanajiro has got the ability to cover areas of his body in crystal, most prominently his fists, feet and forehead, which are reasons for his combat style to have evolved as it did - a good offense means you don't need a defense, according to Kanajiro. In it's current state it is a force multiplier for attacks, meaning that attacks that connect while the crystal is activated will hit harder. As per strength, a well connected hit with crystal will have enough force to break bones, although the balance disrupture caused by the added weight might make it hard to properly connect. 

Future abilities:

- Covering his own body in crystal fully, as if it were an armor. 
- At a higher skill level, allows one to crystallize air, to 'shape' it according to the users will. This would require a lot of skill and concentration, as well as energy.

Most, if not all of these abilities are going to progress in capability, potency and strength over the time spent in the academy, and collaboration or practice with other students might even lead to new combinations.

Kanajiro seems to posses and has activated a gene in the Hanamoto family that allows him to crystallize his own body, and given enough training or practice, also external items or even humans. There has been little documented cases of this power manifesting itself, let alone at an age as early as Kanajiro. Although there are no documented cases, there are suggestions of this power appearing all over the world, at it's earliest in Russia long before history was being documented. The little proof of this that there is came in the form of crystallized shards, and nearby crystallized bodies found deep in the earth. The bodies were still intact due to the lack of oxygen within the crystals, meaning the body was preserved almost perfectly. 

Following the natural migrations of the human race, the power would ultimately manifest in Japan and stay there for times to come. Some small legends of Japanese history would document crystal samurai, a myth revolving around a samurai that didn't fight in metal armor, but in a crystal body. Ofcourse, the locals would disregard this, it was merely folklore right? Turns out it wasn't. 

The power manifests through a gene that has to be both present and activated, meaning that it can be seen as a very specific gene that runs in a specific family. And just being part of that family isn't enough to guarantee the power. For that reason it's still unclear how the gene specifically activates, and in Kanajiro's case it seems to be situations where he experienced stress, although the activation might be permanent and he could use the power at will. Regardless, this means the power is inheratory in the same way a disease can be, and it could skip a single generation, or even hundreds of generations without anyone activating the power. The real interesting part is how the gene managed to survive, or rather the bloodline has survived.

Limits:
The conversion of air to crystal is a power demanding conversion, and demanding on Kanajiro's body. While less demanding when he is crystallizing something close to himself, such as air around him, it would get progressively harder the further along he was trying to crystallize something through a crystal vessel. Furthermore, the crystalization requires either direct contact, or contact through other crystals. It's not possible for him to, say, crystallize someone just by looking at them. Although Kanajiro wouldn't mind being able to do that, at times.

Weaknesses/Drawbacks:
While strong to physical attacks, such as water, fire, wind or earth, it's not indestructible. If applied with enough force, an attack could potentially break through crystal although it would require tremendous power for that to happen.Another weakness is the vulnerability to 'wave' movements, such as sound or kinetic forces. These type of movements are able to break the crystal merely by 'shaking' it, shattering or breaking it by disrupting the molecular ties that keep it ionic, making it revert to a soft and conducting status.

Themesong:

Sample Post:
Kanajiro was laying on his back, one hand casually tucked behind his head, the other laying on his stomache. His right leg was placed over his other, wiggling his foot gently up and down while he sucked on his toothpick. America was so boring. The rooms were boring. The view was boring. Atleast the beach looked nice, he would give the academy that at least. “Maybe I should go there, get out of this fuckin' prison..” he said, to nobody but himself. He called it a prison, but to him, it was more like a place to escape to. It seemed better than rotting away in that stinkhole Osaka. Nothing there but poverty and shitty clubs. 

“SLAP!” A flat hand landed on Kanajiro's face, then dragged over into his hair and towards the back. That was disrespectful of him. His family still lived there, and they weren't bad. He should probably send them a card, if anything. “Hai, let's go then.” he mumbled to himself, getting up slowly and getting dressed in black sweatpants and a white-and-blue sweater. Slipping into his slip-on's, he left the room and headed for the academy shop, to spend what little money he had remaining after he bought a sandwich on the boat. 4 dollars for a fucking sandwich.. whatever. 

Before he realised it, he had already arrived throughout the masses of students that were arriving, going to class, going to their room and going god knows where. Probably some were kissing in the stairwell, and others were kissing below the belt in the toilets. Kanajiro had gone to school long enough to know that happened more often than you'd care to know. Pushing himself forwards towards the shop, he entered it and was overwhelmed with ''218'' merchandise. “N-nani?” he said softly to himself, wondering why the academy had more merchandise than the Yankees. All stands were browsed carefully and he took a careful look at all the cards before picking one that looked somewhat cheerful. He also grabbed a pen, as he didn't have one. Moving to the counter, he dumped it all onto the conveyor belt and waited for his turn. As soon as he was up, the lady started talking to him. Something about a nice card, who he was writing to and some other stuff. “Um, home. What is.. umm.. the price?” Granted, his English was mostly self taught by sneaking into cinemas with his friends and watching subtitled movies, and so it wasn't that good. He could quote Jackie Chan quite well, making up for his English skills. After he'd paid he'd continue on his way to the beaches, wanting to write in relative calmth and not this.. mess of a human blob that was the academy hallways.

As he arrived at the designated beach lodge, he took it upon himself to plant his behind in a comfortable chair. Leaning back, he'd start writing on the card in Japanese. 'Dear mom and pop, I am alive. Also, the academy is large. I like it here, it is like Osaka schools except it's larger. There are also more people. Say hi to Ikari, and tell her to behave. Love, Kanajiro.'It was short, and it served it's purpose. He would give it to whoever worked at the shipping office later, for now it was time to kick back and enjoy the ocean view.

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Bio

Basic Information

Name:
Johnathan Miles

Nickname/Alias/Etc:
Infinity

Gender:
Male

Age:
18

Height:
6'1" 

Weight:
195 lbs

Type:
New Student 


Appearance

Hair Color:
Black

Eye Color:
Green

Ethnicity:
Mixed - his skin colour is best described by the colour of a cappuccino 

Physical Appearance:
John is a tall fellow that towers over most people with lean, strong muscles all over his body from years of archery. He has wide jaws, that make something that's almost like a square face, with low cheekbones, and slightly hallowed cheeks; his eyebrows have an arch at the lateral ends and his eyes are slightly wider than almond shapes. His lips are full, his nose medium in size, and he has a shaven beard framing his chiselled-like face, which he keeps trimmed since he really doesn't know whether he wants a full beard or a clean shaven face, he sees it as a compromise of both and is satisfied with it. His chin is rounded, and slightly wide, and he frames his lips with a thin moustache that connects to his small beard. He also has a tattoo on his right shoulder of a compact bow and another tattoo on the wrist of the same hand depicting a small arrow.

John's hair has seen many styles before, from shoulder-length and kinky, to almost bald. He now keeps it a medium-short length and jelled, to give his curly hair a sort of sheen to it, that fades as it goes downward towards the side of his head and back. He also has a stud on his right ear that he recently got. 

Attire:
Johnathan is usually seen wearing dark blue track pants with a fitting white shirt and occasionally dark scarf around his neck, along with a thin silver necklace and a silver ring on his right middle finger. 


Personality

Innate & Outward Personality:
Outgoing would be one way to describe John. He's the type of person that anyone will get along with, he's funny, and likes cracking jokes here and there, and laughs quite easily. He usually goes out of his way to make people laugh or put a smile on their face even towards those he doesn't exactly know. Friendly would be another way to describe his personality, he always has a smile on his face, and it rarely ever falters unless he's concentrating on his powers or his studies. Often, he will put others before himself in an act of selflessness, although he does this so that others would owe him favours in the future.

He is as confident as he is outgoing, and with that confidence comes his manipulative nature. He never shows it outwardly, but it's there as a sort of undertone to get his friends and people he knows to do what he wants, and his patience pays off in this. He believes that good manners and a smiling face is the strongest thing to break a person's natural defences when dealing with strangers, and a good way to form trust between individuals, which he exploits for his own personal gains. This in no way means that Johnathan is a person with dark intentions, he only does this because it is more convenient for someone else to do something for him rather than him doing it himself.

The one thing that suppresses his manipulative nature is his sense of responsibility and discipline. Those two traits, which his parents have instilled in him from a young age have given him a sense of foresight, allowing him to predict with reason whether or not a certain action will have good or bad consequences, and he acts accordingly. John's discipline also aids in his patience, a virtue with which he is known by, never once having gotten enraged nor giving up in a certain skill just because he was bad at it. To John, his patience and discipline are the most prized aspects of himself and he endlessly thanks his parents for having hammered the importance of each into his mind while he was still young.

Hobbies/Interests:
Johnathan is interested in sports and games, and was an avid gamer before he was sent to the Academy. He also enjoys playing pool, swimming, and occasionally gambling.

Skills/Talents:
Archery is one of John's best skills, and having spent years training in archery has given him a great physique with powerful back muscles and wide shoulders. Although, it has made his right arm slightly bigger and stronger than his left, which is a little noticeable when he's not wearing a shirt. He is also quite good in drawing, and draws frequently whenever he can. Along with this is his talent with cooking. As a kid, he used to watch cooking shows with his baby sitter, and has picked up more than a few skills in the art.

Prized Possession:
A charm bracelet with a miniature bow and quiver on it.

Quote(s):
"Life is never easy, but a smile can make bearing it a little easier."

History/Bio:
Johnathan grew up more privileged than most, having a doctor as a mother and a lawyer as a father. Although he grew up in a rich household, him and his siblings were by no means spoiled. From a young age, their father would teach them about responsibility and discipline, rationalizing that learning such important values in the beginning stages of their life would only get stronger as they grew older. Also, in an effort to make the children advanced in learning, their parents hired a tutor to teach John and his siblings before they each went to school, so that by the time they entered, they would know what was going on and have a good grasp on things.

John's parents found, after a few years of elementary school, that he had an easier time with activities rather than learning, and accommodated him with tutors that would approach learning from a hands-on perspective, which aided him in his learning a great deal. A few years down the line, when he was a year from entering middle school, John and his mother discovered that he had powers by accident. He was in the kitchen, helping his mother with preparing the Sunday meal when his hand passed over a banana replicating five more of the fruit. His mother saw what happened and asked him to do it again, and three more bananas appeared when he swiped his hand over it once more. 

His mother, being the natural scientist, was curious about her son's powers while John's father was worried of the legal scrutiny that would befall the family if they found that his son was a metahuman. After discussing it with him, they decided that since he didn't have a certification, he would only practice at home under their supervision while he continued his normal school until he graduated and head to the 218 Academy. Agreeing to this, John continued school seemingly as a normal student and took up archery when he was in seventh grade until he graduated from high school. His high school life was no different than any other student's. He had his friends, he joined the varsity football team as a wide receiver, and no one had any idea that he was far from normal. 

After graduating as one of the top students in his year, he spent a couple of months with his parents, his older siblings having gone off to university. John felt a little strange he wasn't going to university, and instead to an academy for metahumans like him; he didn't find it uncomfortable by any means, but it was a hard thing to explain to his then girlfriend about where he was headed, and although they didn't break up immediately, the relationship was strained until it naturally dissipated when he left.  

Family:
Father - Tyrell Miles
Mother - Michelle Miles
Brother - Jackson Miles
Brother - Luthor Miles
Sister - Elise Miles


Relationships
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Abilities

Power Class:
Other

Power:
They called it quantity manipulation. Johnathan is able to increase or decrease the number of a number of solid objects before him, and he does this by swiping his hand a few inches over the object which replicates an exact copy of the original, which allows him to have an infinite amount of whatever the object is. He usually uses his power for the single steel-tipped arrow in his quiver, which indirectly gives him an unlimited supply of rounds for his compact bow. He can also increase and decrease the size of certain objects, and he does this by moving his hands inwards into the object, which causes it to shrink in size, or expand is hands outward which makes it grow. 

Limits:
The limits for this power are three. The size of the object, his arm-span, and his endurance. If the object he wants to replicate is more than a fifth of his weight, 35 lbs, than he can only replicate the object two times on either side of it, and if it's more than a third of his weight, he can only replicate it once. The second limitation to his power is his arm-span. If the object he wants to replicate is less than 35 lbs, then he can replicate it as wide as his hands can go with an inch of space between each replicated item. The third limit is how many sets of replications he can do that is less than a fifth of his weight, which is only three sets. After that, he becomes to tired to replicate any more items. As for objects that are above a fifth of his weight, he can only do one set of replications and cannot go beyond that without overexerting himself.

Much like the replication portion of his powers, his ability to manipulate the size of objects is also limited by the object's size, his arm-span, and his endurance. If an object is as tall as him or taller than he is, he can only decrease it to half his height and cannot increase it above its original height without straining himself, as for objects that are shorter than him, he can decrease it to the size of his index finger and cannot increase its size more than its original. He cannot manipulate the size of objects or structures that are taller than his vertical arm-span. The number of times he can increase or decrease the size of the object depends on its height, if it's as tall or taller than him, he can only decrease and increase its size once before becoming tired; for objects that are shorter than him, he can only do it thrice before tiring and having to rest for a while before attempting to do it again. 

Weaknesses/Drawbacks:
Johnathan's ability is heavily dependant on his chosen weapons, the bow and arrow, and without it he's almost useless. This is usually why he keeps his bow and quiver on a charm bracelet around his right wrist. Another drawback is that the more replicas of an item he makes, the worse the quality of the replicated item is.


Other:
Johnathan is extremely fond of apple pies.


Sample Post:
The city was eerily quiet. They had come in to see the source of a recent explosion, and although it had caused quite a bit of chaos at first, it seemed now that everyone had left the area. Too fast, he told himself as he looked around the empty street, flyers and paper littered the asphalt road with shattered glass adding to the mess. It looked like a scene from an apocalypse horror movie, and Johnathan prayed nothing like that had occurred. He heard Sarah breathe a curse and turned towards her, she was looking into a wide building with its windows shuttered with burnt wood. She stepped back and retched on the side walk, and Johnathan stepped past her to see what had caused his friend to go sick.

What he saw disgusted him. The sight alone caused his stomach to feel like it was rolling down a hill and he forced himself to swallow the rising bile and pulled himself away from the horrific scene before him, then turned to see a man with a red duster and blue glasses step out of an alleyway, singing maniacally to himself. Sarah, who recovered from her fit, stepped up beside him, and he saw the hatred and disgust in her eyes. She made to move towards the murderer, but John stuck his hand out, and shook his head. The man was dangerous, he seemed unpredictable in his power usage which was still going strong despite all the destruction. Facing him head on would be near suicide for him and his partner; they had the element of surprise on their side, and it wouldn't be wise to toss it away due to emotional suffering.

John took two items off from his charm bracelet and expanded them before himself; his bow and quiver. Placing the bow beside him, he unzipped the top of his quiver and pulled out his single steel-tipped arrow and placed it on the floor, then swiped both hands over it horizontally, more arrows appearing on either side of the original. Johnathan scooped them up and placed them in his quiver which he tied to his back, and grabbed his bow, then turned to Sarah and gave her a firm nod. He watched as a disk of light appeared under her feet and she began floating into the air, then she started hovering forward and Johnathan turned to a nearby building and scaled its side and followed Sarah, going from roof top to roof top. He gave his partner the signal when he was in position, and a beam of light shot out from her outstretched arms. Moments later he heard a crash and a string of curses.

The man in the red duster came out of the building, smoke rising from his body as a large ball of fire swirled like miniature suns on each of his palms, a deep sneer on his face. Johnathan watched as he threw the fire balls at his partner who had the sense to fly away, and subsequently kept the rogue metahuman's attention off of him. John knocked an arrow and pulled the string back as he breathed in, his muscles tightening and straining under the force of the pull; he took aim, and as he breathed out he released the arrow and watched it plunge into the man's left knee. He heard the man let out a cry of pain as he toppled to the ground. His left leg now useless, he turned back and Johnathan caught the man's eye and knocked another arrow. As he was pulling back he saw the man was reading another throw of a fire ball, and he pulled back jumping off the building to the next. 

The second he landed on the adjacent building, the building he was on burst into flame with a loud explosion, the force of which flung him to the edge of the roof. John landed in a roll and used the momentum to stand and looked up to see the man readying another round of fireballs when Sarah flung a whip of pure white light that snapped around the man's neck. She pulled the whip back and Johnathan watched as the man was flung backwards, clawing at his neck in desperation. Seeing his opening, He knocked an arrow and shot in the span of a second and a half, watching the arrow bury itself into the man's heart. The maniac shuddered for a few moments as the life ebbed away from him, then lay still on the asphalt, blood pooling under him. Turning from the body, John took his remaining arrows and set them on the concrete roof in a single line, then swiped his hand over them going inwards, and watched as his remaining arrows converged into the one arrow in the centre. He grabbed the singular arrow, put it back into his quiver, and shrunk both it and his bow and connected them to his charm bracelet and descended the building.

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Bio

Basic Information

Name:
Chase McKormic

Nickname/Alias/Etc:
Sometimes Dozard. Assigned codename: Fetch.

Gender:
Male

Age:
22

Height:
6'0 ft

Weight:
154 lbs

Type:
New Student

Appearance

Hair Color:
Dirty Blonde

Eye Color:
Green

Ethnicity:
Caucasian

Physical Appearance:

*I had a sketch for this, but the guidelines call for real pictures only. Apologies, but I can't search the internet for selfies of random dudes. That's just...weird.*

Chase looks rather unremarkable from most angles, another guy stuck somewhere between teenager and young adult. He is of a lean, sub-average build that defines the stereotype; a bit too thin for his own height with medium-length sloppy hair in a near perpetual state of bed-head. Thin faced and square jawed, Chase has the beginnings of a five o-clock shadow, but it never seems to grow more for reasons that soon become obvious. For the same reason, he also boasts excellent dental health, and has no scars, tattoos or other identifying marks. Chase has clear skin with a moderate tan that doesn't seem to darken or fade unless he's embarassed or holding his breath, also believed to be a fortunate consolation prize of his condition.

Attire:
Chase prefers simple attire in the order of jeans and t-shirts, occasionally with the complement of a hoodie or jacket if he has one at his disposal at the time. He has never had to dress for a formal occasion and doesn’t own a single shirt with buttons. Due to his upbringing, Chase doesn’t have any desire for designer clothing and is perfectly happy wearing the cheap, second hand and unavoidably disposable. It’s a special occasion if he’s seen with both clothes that fit correctly and shoes that don’t talk. If you do, take a picture–it could be his birthday or something. Obviously, Chase doesn't wear or own jewelry like chains, rings or watches.

Personality

Innate & Outward Personality:
Despite a bad habit of poor English, a marked lack of social experience, late formal education and an inner anxiety, Chase tries his best to be outgoing and friendly around others even when he doesn’t feel comfortable himself. His efforts are met with varying degrees of success depending on the amount of cheap one-liners and dry observational sarcasm the room can handle. These crutches only get him so far, however, because once the conversation turns to more detailed areas of social interaction–popular music, sports, video games, technology, movies, current events, partying, girls–Chase becomes as clueless as a dog in a room full of laser pointers. With his speech habits and lack of general knowledge outside of his prior GED courses and current classes, Chase can sometimes comes across as a dim individual, but he’ll often prove to be surprisingly thoughtful and insightful of others. 
	Chase can generally be found in a happy mood, sometimes whistling off-key when he believes nobody’s looking. He doesn’t blame society or others for the discretions in his past life, and he doesn’t like to linger on it even if someone close to him pries. With his nigh-impermeable armor of wit and sarcasm, Chase deflects the bad in a situation like a train repels BB’s. Chase is anti-confrontational for the most part, preferring to avoid or defuse arguments and fights whenever possible.  He is not cowardly–far from it in truly dangerous situations–and isn’t afraid to get physical when all other options fail.
	When someone manages to find a chink in his plate mail of hopeless optimism, the results are never good. The jokes and sarcasm come to a halt and Chase shows glimpses of feelings he prefers to keep buried. He becomes an opposite of his usual self; quiet, depressive and self-destructive.

Skills/Talents:
Unfortunately, Chase’s list of unique skills is decidedly short. He cannot play musical instruments and has no artistic ability. His handwriting alone is terrible. Chase didn’t get the chance to attend public high school or make friends at an early age, leaving him almost no experience or expertise at sports. Though he is mostly untested in the aforementioned category, his tendency towards clumsiness doesn’t bode well for his potential team mates. Despite his lack of skill or knowledge of the rules, Chase would at least try if asked to participate in sports, but he wouldn’t go out of his way to find a game. He hasn’t ridden a bike since he was thirteen and doesn’t know whether he can still swim or not. Again, this comes as more a result of his condition rather than being a shut-in. When he’s not in the company of people he manages to befriend and the novelty of television wears off, he has been known to read a book or venture out for jogs.

Prized Possession:
Chase shows very little attachment to personal possessions. If his dorm caught fire in the middle of the night, he would only stop long enough to grab a few pictures. One item Chase keeps in his possession at all times, although it’s far from a prized idol, is a specially calibrated metabolic chronometer and GPS unit with wireless monitoring capability. It is attached to his left wrist with a sturdy elastic band and displays a row of colored LED’s for easy reading by anyone in plain view.  The band itself is anti-absorbent and machine washable.

Quote(s):
"If I had a hundred bucks fer' every time I wished fer' a pair a' pants, I wouldn't be homeless."  "We're gonna need to put down a tarp or somethin'. Get one fer' the cielin' too. And towels, lots of towels."

History/Bio:
(Actual IC history from prior RolePlays)
Chase started life as a normal single child of a low income family and his earliest memories are of his first and last home in a trailer park off route 70 in Texas. Normal life fell out from under him the summer before ninth grade when his condition came out of dormancy. Believing their son was having some form of massive stroke or seizure, Chase’s parents attempted to rush him to the hospital. Halfway down route 70 to Wichita Falls, Chase experienced his first transformation, resulting in a high-speed roll over accident involving one other vehicle. His father died on the scene before paramedics could arrive, his mother passed away eighteen hours later at Kell West Regional hospital. Chase survived the accident, but he did not learn of his parents’ fate for three weeks.

When Chase was found twenty days later by park rangers in Ouachita National Forest, Arkansas, the authorities transported him back to Texas where he learned of his parents’ deaths. He had no other living relatives, so he was immediately sent to social services to await placement in a foster home. He never made it.

Six days later, the incident happened again and Chase again found himself several hundred miles and two states West of the Wichita Falls orphanage with little to no recollection of how he arrived, or where his clothes went. When he sought the help of authorities once more, he was placed in a cell without being given a reason until a security team arrived to take him into the custody of a shadow market biological research firm subcontracted through The Hands of Science. There, he was shipped back and forth between their complexes around the country for three years.

At age seventeen, Chase escaped the Larson Biotechnical Lab of Jackson, Wyoming in shifted form. When he ‘awoke’ again, Chase quickly decided the life of a homeless person a far better option than being kept in a concrete hole as a sub-human lab experiment. He stayed homeless and on the run for a sixteen months until he slept in a certain Miss Shelly’s car one night to get out of the rain. She found him the next morning and, in an incredibly odd turn of good luck, Miss Shelly was actually a shifter herself in league with a different research organization dedicated to helping individuals with similar problems to Chase’s.

There, Chase was able to see–for the first time–what sort of creature came out of his transformations. In time, he was not only able to learn what triggered the changes and the nature of his other self, he also caught up on the common academics he missed from high school. Before leaving this organization, Chase managed to earn his GED and twelve credit hours of college courses for animal biology. In recent months, Chase had begun inquiring about other academies or institutes that specialize in supernatural cases. It was then that one of the transfer tech’s told him about Academy 218.

Family:
Charles McKormic (Father, Deceased)
Janet McKormic (Mother, Deceased)

Relationships
*He hasn't met anyone at academy 218 yet, but he theoretically will.

Abilities

Power Class:
Super-System

Power:
*I know you said real pictures only, but the techs had trouble finding a good shot of a real wingless dragon.*

Chase’s shifts are triggered by a build-up of biological energy gathered through his normal metabolic intake. Due to this reason, he cannot trigger a shift either at will or under stress. Likewise, a shift cannot be suppressed for more than a few moments. Average gestation periods between transformations to “Dozard” form range from four to eight days, depending primarily on Chase’s activity level and caloric intake. A four CC injection of glycoadrenal catalyst 18, a special artificial blend crafted by the chemists at his prior institution, is also capable of bringing Chase to a transformation thresh hold within minutes. The exact formula is known only by a handful of individuals and is kept on tightly secured remote servers for research or emergency purposes.

The transformations themselves are particularly gruesome, violent and very painful. Young children, the elderly and the faint of heart are advised not to bare witness. Chase is typically paralyzed in agony for the duration of the change, and it is at this point that his memories of the event lapse almost completely.

The creature that emerges from the shift is an exoskeletal quadrupedal that somewhat resembles a western style dragon without wings. A typical Dozard stands at roughly four feet in height at the front shoulders, with a body comprised of brackish, overlapping biological plating and eyes that burn with varying shades of orange luminescence. Dozard is remarkably strong with his primary defense being his brutish power, claws and rows of mono-molecular edged teeth. Secondary to those is are heightened sensory perceptions of hearing, sight and smell. Standing as an immediate threat multiplier, Chase’s runaway metabolic reactions persist even after he has already changed forms: If Dozard acquires enough sustenance in a given time, the creature undergoes secondary transformations which result in immediate, viral-like boosts to Dozard’s size and strength. It is a definite plus for all parties involved that Academy 218 is situated on an island; virtually eliminating the sizable fuel required for secondary shifts.

Shifting to or from either form mitigates any damage Chase/Dozard may have received prior. In an emergency situation, a catalyst-induced shift can be used to bring Chase back from the brink of death. Historically, this has occurred only once.

Dozard is immune to illness, disease, viruses, toxins and radiation exposure. So far, this is the only trait Chase is known to share in both human and shifted form.

Limits:
*I read somewhere about this section being optional. Dozard has plenty of limitations, and they sorta fall under weaknesses and drawbacks. See below.*

Weaknesses/Drawbacks:
Although Dozard’s level of intelligence is difficult to pin down at best, he most often shares the demeanor of an overgrown, unruly canine. Thus, his nickname Dozard: a dog and a lizard. He cannot communicate in responses other than various growls, rumbles and snarls. Though Dozard and Chase seem to share entirely separate personalities and memories, Dozard is often quick to recognize individuals Chase knows as a person.

Dozard's bulk and exoskeletal body come at the cost of speed and utility. In a hurry, he tops out somewhere near a jarring, lumbering lope the average human sprint could outpace. In addition, his weight keeps him from climbing all but the sturdiest of obstacles and swimming is a lost cause.  

Dozard doesn’t respond kindly to aggression of any sort from strangers, regardless of actual malicious intent or just another case of human panic. It is critical to note that, to date, Dozard always attempts to eat what he kills. New parties meeting Dozard are advised to bring his favorite peace offering to ensure their continued safety in his presence (Butterfinger candy bars).

The energy required to maintain Dozard’s body is insatiable. If not given sustenance, Dozard will backshift into human form in a matter of hours. However, this also means he can remain shifted indefinitely under the proper conditions. 

Dozard loses size and strength as his body burns through its supply of fuel, leaving Chase exhausted, starving and lethargic upon reaching human form again.

Other:
Chase chose to attend Academy 218 to further his education, but primarily in attempt to learn more about his ‘other’ self. His hope is to gain some conscious control over the creature while shifted.

Additional files and research reports available to administration upon formal request.

Sample Post:
*A sample? Did I forget to give you my card? Fair enough then. The following is a non-combat excerpt from an RP performed live over instant messenger. The contents of the other author is omitted, and remember, I was firing from the hip here. I didn't have all this cozy forum time to polish and refine.* 

...Chase silently watched the incoming prisoners file around him through his peripheral, but he couldn’t help noticing that one of them remained still. Against his better judgement, he looked up and was temporarily taken back by who he saw. It was a girl, or a young woman, not a great deal older than himself. His focus turned to the guards giving her the dirty eyes and when she noticed Chase watching the proceeding, he couldn’t keep a look of pity off his face. He felt sorry for her, even though he was stuck in the same situation and had nothing to do with her being here. Why was she even taken, Chase wondered as he glanced back down at his half-finished tray. If it wasn’t for the understandable look of despair and disgust on her face, she looked perfectly normal and healthy; as if she was hauled right out of her own bed.

[Co-author reply Ommited]

Chase stole another glance at the new girl. Like many of the others that had come and gone, she showed no interest in moving through the slop line during this first visit. This wasn't good. Sometimes new prisoners would try to starve themselves as a grim way out of this hole. Chase waited a few more minutes before looking again. Damn, she still hadn’t moved. Clearly, most of the other prisoners were more content in watching the show than warning her. 

‘Why do I always have to be the good guy?’ Chase sighed to himself as he gathered his tray and stood up. He could feel the eyes of the guards and half the prisoners on him, but he didn’t care. Chase knew he wasn’t human, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t act like one. Slowly, Chase crossed the mess hall to her empty table and eased down into the seat across from her.

“You should eat, or least’ pretend the first couple times,” the dirty teenager whispered without looking up at the curtain of hair covering the girl’s face. His voice was a bit raspy and had the obvious twang of someone who missed far more than their fair share of school days, “They git mean if you go too long without eatin’. I tried it once.”

[Reply Ommitted]

	Chase ran his free hand down the back of his neck–a habit he developed when he wasn’t sure what to say–and stopped when his fingers ran across the cold, metal collar clasped there. It was capable of providing a painful, paralyzing shock, but he was almost certain it had other purposes besides remote controlled corporal punishment. 

“You might git’ away with it this time,” the kid whispered again, “But I wouldn’t skip tomorrow if I was you.”

Chase fell silent for a few moments and stirred his artificial potatoes with his plastic spoon before taking a slow bite. He hated to admit it, but even this luke-warm, miserable mire was superior to the stuff he was used to digging out of the trash or begging from restaurants. The girl had still barely moved, and the kid could feel her lack of appetite rubbing off on him. She seemed so miserable that Chase simply had to say...something. It wasn’t in him to say nothing.

“...Fer what its worth...I’m sorry...”

[Reply Ommitted]

When the girl started crying, Chase kept his eyes on his plate and waited in silence. He could guess what the girl was upset most about; aside from her freedom, she probably had family out there looking for her. It was the kid’s one armor against the prison; his folks were long gone before he ever came here. Even the food couldn’t phase him. However, this nameless girl sitting across from him did. For a moment, Chase thought about getting up and moving, to give her some privacy, but that didn’t seem to be the right thing to do either.

In the end, there was nothing Chase could do to help her. He only sat and waited until the girl’s sobs slowed before speaking again.

“...The name’s Chase...most of the time.” The kid timidly introduced himself without looking up. If she was willing to talk, Chase thought it might help to occupy her mind with something besides whatever she was thinking now...

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