Scent - What type of shampoo do they use? Do they even shower? Perfume? Smoker? Anything that would tie into what they smell like in the scene and usually for when we are at the school.

Voice - Do they have a high voice or a low voice? Is their gender easy to pick up on? Accent as well will help allow me to give as much description of how Devin hears and there for understands as far as your character goes. Is there normal speech faster or slower than average? Close your eyes and think about your characters voice.

Body - Do they move around a lot? Fidget with their clothes? Are they someone who likes to pace or maybe play with their hands. If your character does something like use their cell phone a lot that can help. Those types of things can become calling cards for people as much as their face or clothes.

Scent - Kane showers, but he is not really particular about his shampoo. Since if family could not afford the higher things in life, he was stuck using his mother's Homemade Coconut Milk shampoo and body wash. The thing works like a charm, and leaves him smelling like coconuts all day long. When it comes to cologne and perfume, he has never touched one, and he would never dare even look at a smoke.

Voice - Kane has a low voice, one that easily allows anyone to tell that he is a guy. He speaks loudly at times and his speech is deviod of stilted or precise sounds which allows people to instantly tell that is is Southern. Due to his heritage and the environment in which he grew up, his language is mixed with a combination of both English and French, he will usually translate when using such terms, but the combination of his sexy, roguish Cajun accent and words will have most people confused in the long run.

Body - Being theatrical especially when conversing with people on a casual topic and setting is Kane's forte. He is not afraid to use gestures and speak loudly to get his point across in arguments or when speaking out on a topic that concerns him. Kane tends to crack his knuckles when he is stressed or angered without realizing it himself. If he is in deep thought, he simply rubs his earlobes.

Scent - a campfire currently, although normally she smells like her strawberry shampoo and conditioner, with a hint of coco from her body wash and the lotion she carries around. While she doesn't smoke herself, she does hang out with smokers, so the scent may linger for a while.

Voice - She has a slightly higher voice, but it's more sing-song than shrill, and is obviously feminine. She has a northern Wisconsin/Minnesota accent, and usually has a polite tone, although she'll sound more like she's from the ghetto or something if she's being mean or sarcastic. She speaks slower than most, but not that much, and she has poor enunciation, which is why she speaks slower.

Body - In situations where she is uncomfortable she stands very still, usually holding her arms behind her back and rocking slightly back and forth on her heels if she is standing. When she is more comfortable she will shuffle her feet, maybe tapping out the best to a song she likes, and will hold her hand in front of her, possibly making movements if she is explaining something.

Celso Olivero

Male

Argentine

18

1 March 1997

Black

Brown

White

171cm

70kg

I cannot think of a simple way to name it

I can change how well others perceive me (and perhaps other objects)

My ability affects the minds of others, so it's a little difficult to explain since I never experienced it myself. I only know what my friends and family tell me, so my explanation might not be entirely accurate. With my ability, I can change the minds of other people in how they perceive me. I can become completely imperceptible to a person, meaning that they will not be able to see me, hear me, smell me, touch me (well, I will feel it but they won't), taste me, or be able to register my presence or interaction with the world. If I apply my power enough, they even become unable to recall any memories concerning me. To them, it will be like I never existed until my power wears off. On the other hand, I can make people hyper aware of my presence. They can be looking away from me but know I'm there, in the same way you can normally "sense" other people around you. I draw attention to me. People's eyes are drawn to me and their senses in general are more responsive to anything I do. For instance if another person and me are speaking at the same time at the same volume to a third person, I could amplify my words in the third person's mind. They won't necessarily be perceived as louder, the person just pays attention to me more I guess. Those are the two extremes of my power, but I can work in between them.

While most of the things I do with my power require direct concentration, I can passively make myself stand out more or less to small degrees to entire groups of people. If I don't want to be seen or bothered, people just pass over me. When I'm doing something impressive or just want to be noticed, I stand out more. Becoming actually imperceptible to one or more people or really forcing someone to look at me requires active concentration and focus.

My power works on just one or multiple people at one time. Like you'd think, it's more difficult to affect multiple people, and it's easier to make myself more perceptible than less perceptible. My power mostly applies to me and anything small I touch like my clothes. My ability to hide my clothes with me makes me think I should be able to do the same for other people or objects, but I haven't been able to do it.

I cannot read the mind of people I'm affecting so I have no way of really knowing that it's working.

My ability doesn't affect machines such as cameras or microphones so they still record me.

Any real use of my ability requires active concentration.

It is almost impossible for me to become imperceptible to someone who was already focusing on me.

I don't know if I'm capable of using my power on more than one person with different effects on each one.

OOC Note: Psychics may be resistant, immune, or aware of the ability's use depending on their specific ability and proficiency with that ability, but Celso has no way of knowing that himself at this time.

- Father: Martin Olivero
- Mother: Cecilia Olivero
- Sister: Cecilia Olivero
- Brother: Cesar Olivero

I have been aware of mutants all my life. My uncle Cesar was a mutant and an outspoken activist. He wasn't famous like Adrian Costa, but he was gaining some renown in the city until he passed. He wasn't killed or anything, it was heart disease. My father will tell you they did try to kill him though. My father and mother are also politically active, just not like he was. But that is common here. My older brother in particular has always been fascinated by mutants and equality for mutants. He loves studying mutants, and has spent a lot of time researching abilities and events and cases. He's going to school to become a lawyer, even with all the corruption. He really took after his namesake, except he's not the mutant.

I tried to avoid a life full of concern for strangers like my parents. Like many teenagers, I wanted to distance myself from my family. Keeping informed, forming opinions. It all seemed like a chore. My concerns have always been swimming, football and River Plate, girls, and doing well in school to make a good life for myself. That was really it. I competed as a swimmer, among the best in Buenos Aires for butterfly stroke. Football I play for fun and am somewhat good. I was going to be an engineer like my father, but then a teacher showed to me the power of written words. Writing became another interest and passion. I thought why do engineering work when I could be a journalist or author? When I discovered my ability, it did not change anything. There was no reason to worry about how the world treated mutants. I could easily hide it. I have known about your academy for a while. My father had told me about a school that had closed down. I laughed at the idea of ever attending a place like this. I didn't need it.

I discovered my ability a few months before my 16th birthday. My brother and sister were away, and my parents began to ignore me. No matter what I did, they would not respond. I spent one and one half hours trying to make them see me. When my sister returned, she surprised me from behind as I yelled at my father. In that moment, that I was surprised, my parents suddenly became very aware of me. I think I nearly gave my father a heart attack going from full imperceptibility to pushing myself fully onto his mind. I was afraid then, but now I love my ability. It's harmless, easy to hide, useful, and fun. When I want to be left alone, I'm left alone, and everybody pays close attention when I'm swimming or playing football. I don't accidentally disappear or make myself obvious as much these days. It still happens more than I like.

Until a year ago I thought I could live my life without thinking about other mutants. They could be like the starving children of other countries. A sad detail in the world, but one I could pretend I was too busy to worry about. Cesar changed my mind. He planted an idea that I have not been able to let go. In his time researching he found many times when mutants were talked about unfairly. People like me who had their stories forgotten, or twisted, or who had no chance to even have them heard. He suggested to me that I could tell them. I realized how my ability and my writing could go together. I could tell a story no one else could, and help tell those of other people. I now see why PITY is a good place for me. I do not know anyone who is like me. The world refuses to understand us. I want to tell our story, but I cannot do that without living it and also knowing other people who are living it.