Astrid Ashbourne

Breeze

Female

18

5'2"

107 lbs

First Time Student

Red

Blue

Caucasian/Slovak

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.

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.

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.

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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.

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.

Her 'giant' 1920 grey sweatshirt.

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!

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

Cerebral/Super-System

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.

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.

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.

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

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."

Ivan Kirkpatrick

Midas, Golden Boy

Male

17

5'9"

178 lbs

New/Full Time Student

Blonde

Green

Irish/German

Ivan is a boy of average height and weight, trying to maintain a perfect average to the best of his ability; he has some muscle, but not much of it. His dusty blonde hair doesn't gleam as elegantly as he would like it to, nor do his green eyes shine with the brightness that some others are blessed with.

His posture is always straight and rarely will he ever be seen slouching. He's usually a very tense fellow, finding it hard to loosen up a bit more; especially around people he doesn't know.

His jaw and cheeks are, overall, rather balanced in appearance. Not too round nor thin, but more of in perfect balance. His mouth has a slight overbite, but Ivan doesn't feel as if he's particularly "ugly" at the end of the day. If there was one thing he could change about his looks it would be his pointed nose. It just sort of seems to stick out with its lengthy size and awkward narrowness. He despises it but strongly disagrees with the idea of plastic surgery.

One look at Ivan's eyes, should you get the chance, tells the story of a boy who isn't particularly confident in himself - eyes darting around and trying to avoid direct contact, looking at the ground when walking by people, etc.

Being the kind of person who has had most of his needs and preferences decided by his parents, his wardrobe is practically picked out for him already. His parents spared no expense when he was sent to the academy. Refusing to give him any of his old clothes with designs he preferred, he instead has very formal and rigid clothing for the most part. Dress shirts, dress pants, jeans, vests - the only thing he was really allowed to decide was footwear, of which he typically wears running shoes to at least make him feel a bit more comfortable. Still, he takes what he gets, deciding that mom's shopping spree would be better than no clothing at all.

Growing up, Ivan has always been a bit spoiled. With his parents having a bigger role in many of his decisions than his own preferences, he had very little room to enjoy a feeling of freedom - that is, until one Christmas when he received his first gaming console as a present.

His experiences playing video games on his spare time made him feel like he had just a little bit more freedom. The freedom to at least decide the outcomes of important plot points in the games he played, made him feel like he had some control in the world of fiction.

With this in mind, he began to grow up disliking the outside world. Not loathing, as he would refuse to ever outright hate someone without having met them. More like, he would envy every guy, girl, or some combination in between of people for their seemingly limitless lives. They could make choices that he was unable to make. He felt weighed down compared to the average person.

There was a lot of negative reinforcement in Ivan's life, as well. Whenever he made a mistake, his father would make sure to correct him and go into long rants about the right way to do it. It crumbled the boy's confidence each time it happened.

All of this has come together to create a more shy, antisocial person in the modern day world. Someone who wants to express themselves and let their emotions flare, but can't seem to get a grasp on that essential thing called confidence. He especially envies people who can fully control their powers for the way they can fearlessly carry out justice, and aspires to be known as an outstanding hero and protector some day, whether he can use powers or not.

Despite this he outwardly tries to appear a happy and confident person. He heard that that sort of thing attracts the positive affection of people, so he's been striving to hide his pessimistic self when interacting with others.

His main hobbies include video games, which Ivan particularly adores RPG and fighting games for as he thoroughly enjoys taking up the role of a powerful warrior or a wise magician. As a branch off of this, Ivan eventually got into trading card games and even entered competitive tournaments for some. Strategy games have become something of a love for Ivan over time.

Ivan is something of a jack of all trades, master of none. He performs average in all of his classes and is in a perfect middle ground when it comes to sports and physical activity. However, there is nothing that he is dreadful at, to his knowledge. He has a knack for making unusual stat builds in RPGs or making unorthodox deck strategies in card games, but whether that trash-turned-gold way of thinking could translate to real life at any point is up to him...

An ultra rare card for a one-time-only competitive tournament at one of his card game competitions; known as the Great Demon Lord, it is highly sought after by collectors and players alike and has had very few copies printed since its creation. He always keeps it in a hard plastic card sleeve in his pants' pocket for good luck. He won the card using the deck of his old friend, Nicholas.

Ivan Kirkpatrick was born to an upper class family in the suburbs of Pennsylvania. His parents both had insecurities surrounding how successful their son would be in the future, and started his education earlier than most would. His first few years being homeschooled, he was officially brought to an elementary school by third grade. At that point, Ivan was trained like a dog and quickly became known as the teacher's pet among his classmates. Unsure of how to interact properly with people his own age, he didn't know how to respond and became the target of ruthless bullying as the years rolled on.

He endured it all throughout elementary school, hoping things would get better in middle school. By this point he was fully aware of what things like social cues and body language meant, but was too shy and introverted to socialize with the other kids. Instead of being the teacher's pet he just became known as a very quiet person. Truthfully he didn't encounter much bullying by this point, but was very much alone at his new middle school after having made a handful of friends in elementary.

Eventually, someone came up to him. A boy by the name of Nicholas. He introduced himself confidently to Ivan, and wondered why he was typically away from everyone else almost on purpose. Ivan wasn't sure if it was because Nicholas was one of the few people who seemed to carry genuine interest or if it was something else, but he felt it important to continue a conversation with the boy.

As they chatted more they developed what one could label as "acquaintances". They talked during the breaks at school and eventually went to each other's houses to play video games and watch movies. They even played the same card game.

The years rolled by, and what started as casual chit-chat and similar interests became a relationship of best friends; and when it came to video games or card games, serious rivals. It became common for them to even bicker and have disagreements only to make up later that same day. It was a relationship that was easily repaired no matter what came their way, and as they prepared to graduate middle school, one day something very unexpected happened.

After school one day, the two were on the way to Nicholas' place. It was a bright day, like any other. A few blocks before they would arrive, a black car pulled up on the curb next to them and four men quickly hopped out to confront the two boys.

They introduced themselves as NEST, and began to accuse Nicholas of crimes of power abuse and dealings with the black market. They identified him as the nickname "Berith", who they had been tracking down for years now. Supposedly whoever Berith was, had the power to turn whatever they touched into gold. This Berith was turning otherwise worthless objects into gold to turn a profit and selling them off to underground businesses.

Nicholas initially denied this, until they said that they would take both Nicholas and Ivan in for questioning. This caused Nicholas to lose control of his emotions, admitting to being Berith. Not by choice, but rather that his mother was forcing him to do it to get enough money to both bail his father out of jail and get them a newer, better house elsewhere. He went on to say that Ivan had nothing to do with it.

The men looked to one another and nodded in agreement. The one closest to the boys pulled out a collar of sorts, moving slowly towards Nicholas.

The boy panicked, and did something to confirm for certain that he was Berith: he turned a blade of grass into gold, throwing it at the NEST agent with the collar.

Though the man did his best to dodge, the sudden shock of the situation caught him off guard and hit him in the leg. This was when they were forced to go on the offensive, rushing Nicholas all at once with tranquilizer darts. One or two was enough, and as the boy grew weak with exhaustion he was handcuffed and had the collar put around his neck. The last words he uttered before going unconscious were to Ivan.

"You're involved in this now, too. Don't let them get you."

With that, they hauled the boy into the car. They told Ivan not to speak of what he saw to anyone, as Berith's case was to be concealed as much as possible; if word got out that even a middle schooler could do such illegal activities, they worried that it would damage Meta-Humans and their overall reputation.

After that, life went on for a time.

However, it wasn't the end. More news came years later, in the modern day. He received a strange phone call from the individuals that called themselves NEST, saying that he had received not an invitation, but an order to join Academy 218 and enroll among the Meta-Humans there. They went on to say that, after going over the facts of the Berith case once more during a review period, that there was a very strong possibility that Ivan had inherited powers from Nicholas if the time they had spent together was accurate. While Ivan had not yet shown any powers of his own, they would send him in for a few months regardless to see how he would react to other Meta-Humans and if being around more like Nicholas would trigger the power awakening that they're suspecting Ivan's body is waiting to undergo.

And so, a week later Ivan was being sent off to Academy 218 with consent from his parents, reluctant as they were to let him go. He'll be arriving at the academy very shortly now, nervous of what he might encounter there. Would they be kind like Nicholas, or hiding a more dark side the way Nicholas was known to NEST as "Berith"? Only time would tell for him.

Father: Richard Kirkpatrick
Mother: Nina Kirkpatrick

Elemental

Ivan's power is the ability to turn anything he touches into mixed gold, exactly the same way that his old friend could. However, not just limited to that he can mold and form shapes with the gold he creates so long as he's touching it. For example, he could take a rock and turn it into a dagger. From there, he could extend it into a sword if he so pleased - albeit a very thin sword, but you get the idea. As a more versatile idea, he could turn the ground around him into gold and then make it rise up like a pillar of sorts. Really, it's limited by his creativity and his hand reach. He can also turn liquids into solid gold as well. However, for any of this to work he must touch the object with his hands and only his hands unless he is covering himself in gold.

Speaking of, one of his more favored ways of using this power is to cover his own body in a golden shell or armor of sorts. The gold produced around his body is of significantly stronger quality than normal gold, working as armor to protect his otherwise frail and human body from severe damage. However, full gold plating requires great strain to maintain for him as an amateur, so he typically limits it to a limb or two. Favorably his arms for strong punches. This self-transformation is very fast, allowing for things such as a last-minute armored defense against an attack to a specific area possible.

However, at the beginning of the roleplay and until later on Ivan will not have powers. Yes, he starts powerless.

Future Powers: In the future, Ivan will be able to turn objects into gold much faster, at an instant speed for smaller objects and a severely decreased time for large objects. Eventually, Ivan's full gold plating will also require not nearly as much strain to maintain. Though to attain even a single one of these upgrades Ivan will require serious training and devotion to his power.

He can only turn into gold what he can touch, and cannot turn it instantaneously; the larger the object, the longer it will take to transform. Also, he can't turn living things into gold. It also doesn't make him more powerful physically at all; he can't lift more just because he has gold plating on him, nor can he run faster or strike harder aside from the fact that his attacks are enhanced by gold plating. He's essentially just a normal human with the advantage of metal.

Anyone or anything that can maintain range from Ivan is a nuisance. As Ivan requires close range to make the best usage of his power, being outside of that range makes him as helpless as any regular human being. In addition, fire would not do well for Ivan when he's covered in his plate armor. As if fire on its own was bad, being heated while in armor would essentially turn the armor into an oven burning Ivan from the inside out.

Fast opponents may also prove troublesome, as Ivan's power relies on being able to actually hit his opponent. With a great lack of ranged attacks, he would be constantly wasting stamina chasing someone who can maneuver around him easily.

Another obvious weakness is electricity. Walking around in metal is just asking for the attention of all the lightning and electric shocks one could possibly ask for. Ivan is essentially a walking conductor when using his power.

As metal does indeed possess weight, covering himself in gold plating will weigh Ivan down as well, decreasing his speed in exchange for the defensive boost he gains.

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"Alright! I give up! I'm Berith, okay?! Me! He has nothing to do with this!"

"Nicholas? What are you saying? Stop lying to them and say you're not! Hurry up before they take you away!"

But the boy called Nicholas did nothing of the sort. Wild panic was in his eyes when he saw the stern men approach him with concerned eyes. Troubled eyes. In his mind, at that moment, evil eyes.

"B-But I didn't mean to do it, honestly! My mom put me up to it. I didn't want to. She just kept forcing me... she wanted dad back. And a new house. And jewelry that we couldn't afford. So I... for her..."

The boy was dumbstruck. Lost in his own words. Yet, the NEST agents continued approaching the boy with the collar. All Ivan could do was watch in awe.

"Stop! Please, stop!"

Nicholas dashed to the other end of the sidewalk and grabbed a handful of grass. One moment he was holding green, and the next moment...

"Gold?!" Ivan blurted out loud.

Nicholas didn't hesitate for a moment, his primal fear kicking in, and threw the solidified, golden grass at the man holding the collar. Most of it missed its aim, but a few definitely struck him in the leg. The man shouted out in pain before continuing more adamantly this time.

Two more agents procured guns loaded with tranquilizers. First one hit Nicholas on the neck, and the second one on the arm. It was enough to make him dizzy and fall down. The NEST agents hastily fastened the strange collar around the boy and then handcuffed him. As they stood him up, right before Nicholas fell unconscious, he looked Ivan straight in the eyes and spoke.

"You're involved in this now, too. Don't let them get you."

At that moment, Ivan woke up with fast breath and a rushing heartbeat.

"A dream. Right. Of course. That was a long time ago."

He sighed with relief and nestled back into his seat. Looking around, he remembered where he was again. It was the boat that would take him to Academy 218's island. It wasn't exactly the most luxurious cruise in the world, and the food was just barely average in Ivan's opinion, so he didn't know what to think.

"It would help to know exactly who I'll be around... I hope they didn't make the wrong decision with me." he muttered.

Looking left and right around the room, he saw a few others. It wasn't a very large room, being more of a waiting room than anything. Some read newspapers, others asleep as he was, but unsurprisingly many of these people were fiddling around on their phones.

"Wish I brought some of my games with me. But I guess it's better this way."

Getting out of his chair, he moved to the window that soon had the island in view.

Maybe there I'll find answers. The truth about me, and maybe an opportunity to decide my own future. Who knows what it holds? Agh, crap, anxiety's kicking in...