NAME—
Amelie Ki Song

AGE—
20

GENDER—
Female

APPEARANCE—


PERSONALITY—

Amelie has been called birdlike more than once—small, soft, and eager to stay away from any trouble, awakening protective instincts in just about anyone. She's almost painfully shy, stemming from a genuine fear of other people—in large crowds, she can become almost nonverbal, choosing to sign or mime instead. It takes a lot of work to get to her clever, compassionate, fiercely protective core, but once her considerable defenses are down she'll support her friends, subtly but totally. Her loyalties aren't unconditional, but those bonds she does have are very strong. Understandably, she suffers from PTSD and an anxiety disorder, both from being a child soldier on the front lines, and what came after.

She wasn't like this before the war and her subsequent experiences. She was always outgoing, loud even, joking with friends and charming strangers. Any who knew her before would be shocked at the change after almost a decade. Deep, deep down though, there's a seed of rage and bitterness festering, held down for the moment by fear and self-distrust.

HISTORY—

For some of the heroes of the War, the transition from child soldier to civilian was difficult—sometimes, impossible. Amelie never got the chance to try. She was one of the youngest fighters in the War, still in her pre-teens when conflict first erupted, and lost her immediate family to the ashes—convenient, that no one questioned where she'd gone when she disappeared.

Being a lab rat was an excruciating process, one she tries not to dwell on and never speaks of, even if to this day she insists the scientists were just trying to do their jobs. Most of the time spent in the facility was in isolation—her keepers were worried about her impersonating one of them and escaping, so they largely kept her in solitary, only bringing her out to perform some test or another. This treatment contributed to her quietness today, and her fear of sudden noises—the slam of her cell door opening without warning still haunts her nightmares.

She doesn't entirely remember leaving the facility, or the circumstances of her departure—she thinks she remembers fires blazing and alarms wailing, but that could just be a fever dream. She seems sure that one of the small needle scars on her arms hides a tracker, and lives in fear that those who used her before will one day come to take her back for more tests. A Primas official approached her in the scant weeks after she gained her freedom when she was still homeless on the streets, and although she has little trust for any kind of authority these days, she had little other choice.

ABILITIES—

Amelie is a powerful shapeshifter—or, she would be powerful, if she weren't so afraid of herself. Back during the War, her form morphing from a white tiger to a massive polar bear to an albino constricting snake as necessary was a common sight at some minor battles; nowadays, transformations are extremely rare, and only into largely harmless forms. She hasn't mimicked a person since before the War. Most of this is due to her conditioning—the technicians at the facility wanted to duplicate her powers, not have to deal with her rebellion, so they made sure she understood that her abilities were evil. Using them extensively is physically painful these days, although that's almost entirely psychosomatic. On a smaller scale, though, Amelie is also afraid of herself. She clearly remembers the gleam of blood on her own massive claws at an age when she should have been worrying about her freshman year of high school—in contrast, she avoids violence at all costs now, and thinks of that side of herself as a monster. It'll take time and effort to work past the mental blocks she's put up.

For now, she only uses a few forms regularly: a small white dove that can be seen in the park on the hospital campus, a large white moth, and on occasion a white ferret. She's lost many of the finer skills she developed during the War, such as shifting select parts of herself, or copying a person exactly. Deep down, though, she misses the confidence and power of her larger, deadlier forms.

BELONGINGS—
None other than the necessities, aside from the downy feathers, small scales, and animal hairs that always seem to cling to her pockets.

Name: Marc Willems
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Appearance: Marc is 1.86 meters tall (6'11") and has an athletic build. He has short brown hair and his eye colour is grey. He has a smooth pale skin as it is seldom exposed to the sun. He has a strong jawline and rather heavy eyebrows. Not much is seen of this because he covers nearly everything of his body to reduce external stimuli. He wears usually wears jeans and a hoodie with the hood over his neck. His hands are covered by rather thick gloves. He also wears a linen scarf, most of the time this is pulled up to cover his nose. He always wears sunglasses to reduce the brightness of the light and noise-cancelling headphones.

Personality: At his core, Marc is a positive and friendly person. However, events have made him cynical and rather sarcastic. While he likes being around people, his powers have made it hard for him to truly enjoy company and with much over stimulation he can become very irritable.

Abilities: Super senses and nerve system, which include: sight, hearing, sense of smell and taste, touch, balance, reflexes, muscle control and dexterity.

The downside to this all is that he can't control any of it. He is not able to power down and is constantly bombarded with sensory input. This gives him very heavy headaches. He's also very sensitive to everything, walking past a thrash bin might make him throw up, flash-bangs and the like will render him unconscious due to exposure. Even a slight touch on exposed skin is able to hurt Marc.

History: During the war Marc had been working closely with the military. With his set of abilities he was a perfect scout/infiltrator. After the war he struck around with the military and completed his training as a soldier. While he was being researched, nothing done to him was involuntarily, probably because he had worked closely with the military before. As he aged and grew older, his powers matured too, become stronger and less controllable every passing year. To cope with this he started insulating himself more and more and eventually developed an addiction to pain-killers and alcohol to numb his senses. After being discharged from the military he tried to calm down his powers, yet was unsuccessful and he tried to isolate himself from society and the noise it made. Eventually he heard from Primas and decided to sign up, hoping to learn to control his powers and rejoin society.

Personal belongings: Marc is rather attached to his sunglasses and headphones as they're able to suppress most of his surroundings. He also keeps a bottle of pain-killers on him at all times.