Annie 'Annette' Dufrane.

Eighteen.

Female.

When it came to genetics, Annette got the best of both worlds from her father and mother. Her mother's beautiful blonde curly hair got passed down and is Anne's favorite thing about herself. Seriously, she spends at least an hour every day tending to it. Anne is relatively tall for a girl, standing at 5'11" and weighing 145 lbs. She's pretty much the opposite of lithe when it comes to body type. Annie's got wide hips and strong arms. Attire depends on how Anne feels at the time. Usually she prefers more industrious clothing like weathered jeans and boots, but occasionally you might see a girl underneath wearing a dress or skirt. She ain't no butch.

Most of her body has been developed over years through a combination of good food, lots of work, and just a dash of exercise sprinkled in. At a young age, she took up her father's profession with pride, diving into the work with eagerness and skill. Welding is a relatively labor intensive activity, so she's earned her muscles. That and a combination of fledgling blacksmithing for fun, she's quite the brawny person. Yeah, she was a helluva tomboy in her youth and still is to this day.

Annette posing in her workshop. Ignore the ears.

As said earlier, Annie's current profession is one of Welding. A combination of a youth of four years in a trade school means she can give most welders a run for their money. On the side, Anne's taken up blacksmithery in her off time. Making swords and horseshoes is fun, what can she say? When it comes to book smarts, Anne is fairly good at literature. She loves books and will devour them if given the chance. She also has other useful skills like carpentry and fishing, but they're standard for the par.

Annie was born one cold winter under Ronald and Martha Dufrane. The two young adults did their best to raise their child but quickly learned she wasn't an average girly girl. Suffice to say they quickly crumbled under Anne's attack and let her pursue talents she wished to. At around twelve, she begged to be brought to her father's workplace at a steel mill. She was a damn curious one in her youth. When it came to school, she fit in for the most part. Girls can be real bitches.

It was only when she finished her first major project as a smithy when she discovered her powers. After a sleepless night of working, she had finally finished her first sword. A simple shortsword, but still one that took her time and effort to build. Staring at the weapon, sweating up a storm in the summer heat, she felt her power come to her. She herself was utterly flabbergasted as a small iron wolf crawled out of the blade, latched on to her finger.

The next few years were fairly strange for Annie. She slowly learned her power, increasing in strength and flexibility, though she wasn't quite sure what to do with them. One of the things she enjoyed was to put on puppet shows for children. With her ability to create complex puppets, they loved it. Her constructs are naturally playful and follow her commands to the T. It was only recently that she was invited to go to Academy 218 after graduating from high school. It was a tough choice but she decided it would be for the best to go.

Elemental

Annie's powers are the ability to make constructs out of inorganic materials. The appearance and shape of these constructs depends on Annie's imagination and the material used. Hand contact with the surface of the material allows her to 'pull' her constructs out of it. Concrete, wood, steel, cotton. Hell, she can even pull things out liquids. You ever seen a dragon made out of cola? These 'Golems' as she calls them retain cohesiveness until acted on by a stronger force than they can withstand. When it comes to shapes, Annie can usually make anything her mind comes up with. More human and complex shapes are harder to produce, but with enough focus and time she can create them.

There are three major restrictions on her power. Size, material, and complexity. Size is the most obvious. She's most limited by weight and mass of her constructs when building them. Current estimations on limitations is three times her body weight. Roughly four hundred fifty pounds. The second restriction, material, is a whole 'nother ballpark. Materials like steel and tungsten are a lot harder to manipulate than, say, dirt or water. The last is simple. The more complex the more time and focus it takes to create.

When it comes to her Golems, their weaknesses depend on the type of material and size. Weaker things are much easier to destroy, and depending on the type can be dispatched quickly. Electricity is efficient against liquid, fire and heat can burn through her wooden constructs easily, and her larger and tougher constructs are much slower. When it comes to numbers, Annie can only control a certain amount before new ones simply refuse to answer her mental commands. She also has trouble controlling more than a few during combat, as dividing her attention leaves her at risk. She herself isn't much of a fighter, though she has gotten into plenty of scraps, she has no formal training. If you take her out, they remaining constructs will simply cease working.

Ronald Dufrane: Anne's old man. Gruff and to the point. Years of steel working have left him with a bum-leg. Enjoys helping his daughter with blacksmithing and welding.
Martha Dufrane: Anne's mother. Loves her daughter, but wishes she would chooser a more fitting career.

Annie don't know nobody.
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Jordan Otgonbayar; “Jordy”, “Sloth”

18

Male

Jordy is a meandering boy, 5'9”, 144 lbs, not a giant nor dwarf, not a heavy weight nor shrimp. Lanky and stringy build, and a slouching spine that gives a portrait of a much shorter height than what he possesses. His skin is tanned, but in a genetic sense, and he looks as though he could be darker if he spent time in the sun. Slanted brown eyes and rounded face, from the dominant Mongolian heritage on his father's side, and with Hawaiian and Spanish blood on his mother's side. As implied before, Jordy is scrawny, and he won't be scaring off any bullies any time soon. In fact, he looks as though he is in a daze most of the time, and any threats might not register to him. You can see it in him, too – he is as relaxed as a person can be. He takes his time with everything.

He has black hair in a bowl cut that sits above bushy and untrimmed eyebrows, but you wouldn't realize it, because it is always shaggy and looks as though it has gone without a good combing, like Jordy had just rolled out of bed. He has a pushed-in nose and shallow nose bridge, but one trait of himself he especially like is his jawline. He claims you could cut glass with it. Some flaws are to be expected with a pile of lazy bones – chewed up nails, sometimes with dirt under them, some spots on his skin from an imperfect complexion, off-white teeth – his top left buck tooth looking like two teeth because of biting down on something hard, causing a crack right down the center.

His attire is incredibly simplistic, so if you're considering the gift of clothes, it won't be hard to please him. He always always wears the same kind of clothes. Jordy prefers to go around where nothing on his torso but a hoody, since they're baggy and soft to touch. He often layers over that a the same old army-green field jacket if he doesn't feel warm enough. Next, it would seem the only kind of pants he wears are sweats, baggy light blue jeans, and cargos. On his feet, going anywhere, are flip flips. If it's cold, don't even expect him to put on sneakers. Wool toed socks and flip flops. If it's too cold for flip flops, he'd sooner not go at all because of how it'd be too much effort on his behalf. Even his clothes look worn down and perhaps in need of replacement soon. But don't expect that to happen.

Honestly, Jordy lacks the drive to do things and learn that he likes them. He isn't particularly good at anything because of his lack of motivation and patience to work at being good at something. He has his hand dipped in a couple of things once, said he enjoyed, but never pursued further. One thing he is good at, for sure, is a fair bit of comedy, since he does like talking to people. As for an actual skill, he is savvy enough to work conversations well and evading responsibility – so he's a pretty sly politician for what it's worth, but neither is that a field he would eagerly jump into.

His dad is in the American navy, so his family is a bit more worldly out of necessity. Pops met ma when he was stationed at a harbor in Hawaii, and the rest was history. Their family had low-middle class wealth and got by with a couple of leisures that they could afford from time to time. A curious idea that Jordy's old man, who was rigidly disciplined in one of the world's most successful militaries could raise a boy that would slack off so often. A rage inducing trait, and Jordy has his fair share of scars from it. Cigar burns and bruises, cut lips, and despite the undeniably abusive trials of his life, he kept a firm head up. At the end of his punishments, he'd always stare his old man in the face and smile, then shrug – years of this and the abuse ended, and the father just letting Jordy do what Jordy does. Ironically, their relationship improved after all of it, though it became more of a friend-to-friend relationship than a father-son one. Jordan never bore a grudge and he still doesn't speak ill of his dad. He tells it as it is: the man beat him until it was pointless, and then they became friends. Jordy never mentions the hard times, hiding the insinuation that the abuse had actually gotten to him a number of times. He never did like showing his vulnerable emotions to other people.

His relationship with his mother was significantly different. She never approved of the abuse, and got into fights with his father often over it. Jordy would always console his mother after these arguments. Truly, they were each other's emotional support and were always there for each other. He still slacked, and his mother, too, was frustrated with his laziness, but saw sooner than his father did that fighting him was useless. They did finally come to the agreement that they'd stay out of his affairs, or lack thereof, if he at least kept his slack and clutter to himself and confine it to his own room so that the rest didn't have to suffer for it.

His education was something of a spectacular story. Jordy is remarkably intelligent, let's not lie, but it is overshadowed by his lack of commitment. His grades plummeted because he never did homework, but regardless, he passed every test that was handed to him. He was placed in isolated testing rooms with monitors to make sure he wasn't cheating. He just had a knack for easily absorbing information. Now, as for how anyone could discover a power like Jordan's, it wasn't easy. It took a meta-human terrorist engulfing a street in fire to reveal Jordy's immunity to meta-human energy. He was bathed in flames and was left without so much as a singe mark.

When NEST took him in, and attempted to intimidate him into agreeing to a chip implant, Jordy had no intention of just being cut open. Sounded like way too much work. So he exercised his right to be informed regarding the procedure, and learned about meta-human energy and how his energy didn't match up. So he argued that he couldn't be subjected to this sort of treatment since Jordy didn't fit the qualification of being a pure meta-human. He was released, but his argument is still pending among NEST officials and courts of law. He got off free for now, but dreads the day should they decide he still qualifies and must be implanted with something.

Power

Power Immunity (Passive): Superpowers are charged by meta-human energy that can be harnessed and utilized. Jordy is unique in that he is more like a faux meta-human, as his meta-human energy is negatively charged as opposed to a positive charge, opposing everything that anyone knows about meta energy. This negative charge acts like an aura and cannot be traditionally utilized or harnessed and therefore Jordan doesn't have any real superpower. However, this energy does interact with the energy of other meta-humans in an intriguing way. It negates it effects and renders it inert. This means that anything imbued with a positively charged meta-human energy has zero effect on Baron's person.

To clarify further, an individual with pyrokinesis ignites an artificial flame. That flame is made by the power and is imbued with some of the essence of its creator. That essence is broken down when it comes into contact with Jordy and he receives no harm from it. It doesn't matter if you bathe him in an endless stream of fire, he'll suffer no foul. This goes for even ingesting poisons generated from powers. The toxins are imbued with meta-human energy and are broken down the moment it touches him. Powers that cloak its user, such as invisibility, are negated on contact with Jordy allowing him to see the person invisible. Even powers that don't make any form of contact – as long as they're directed at him – are rendered inert, such as telepathy or telekinesis. The negative energy blocks them out like an impenetrable wall.

This energy only negates powers directed at him or powers that come into contact with him. He cannot “turn off” an individual's power at will, for instance. Also, the energy doesn't protect him from the consequences of powers. Someone with super-strength can throw objects at him and he'll still be in severe danger. A pyrokinetic can set the forest on fire – the original flames, he will be immune to, but the other trees that catch fire from the heat generated from the first will be dangerous to him. If a terrakinetic splits the earth, there's still a gaping hole in the ground he can fall down. Invisibility doesn't target Jordy, so while contact with an invisible target will render them visible as his energy eats theirs, he can't see them if they're away. Their energy will also soon replenish itself and they can turn invisible again after contact.

Genetic powers – powers that effect the body on a cellular level – are trickier. Titus MacArthur can swing a punch at Jordy. Jordy won't receive the full force of his wrathful barrage, but that doesn't change the fact that somebody is punching him in the face. The effect received depends on how strong they would be based upon their body type, or what their body type would be if they didn't have their power. People don't have tails either, so if a lizard friend were to smash their fifth appendage against his chest, it would feel as though he received a blow from one of their limbs back in their original form, at the same muscle density ratio of their tail to their body.

This energy cannot be turned off. While this might seem inconsequential, beneficial superpowers do not affect him either. Transferring invisibility or healing him does nothing. So any supernatural means of helping him is out of the question.

Tenjin Otgonbayar, Father
Veronica Otgonbayar, Mother

New student

Abraham Gene; “Abe”, “Golem”

20

Male

Abraham is imposing. He's thugish, he is 6'3" tall, athletically fit, surmounted by broadened shoulders and he carries himself in such esteem you would think that nothing could touch him. In addition to his height, he is muscular. Not just in his arms or abdomen, though - he is the type of guy who you'd think did a full body workout (albeit not a devoted body builder). These aspects, along with his uncommonly thick bones, contributes to his weight. As an African-American and Caucasian mix, his skin is a brown soil color, generally untouched by acne or blemishes, but covered in scars and scrapes from various activities. Among his collection includes a bright, whitened stripe across his thumb - and if you hadn't known better, you would've thought it was cut off at some point or another. Others includes scrapes and burn scars all over his hands and a couple on his arms and legs, which appear to be nothing more than rough housing mementos. A notable one, however, his one that stretches across the right side of his abdomen, down his side. That one he laughs about and claims it had occurred during a knife fight.

His lips are not thick and full and fat and so on (although they are not particularly thin), and the structure of his face appears to resemble that of a Caucasian man, though this is due to his split heritage and the interracial relationship of his grandparents. He has thick eyebrows and lashes which frames his intense amber eyes, and his black hair is dreaded all the way down to an inch below his shoulder blades. His hair, though, is most of the time held back in a loose ponytail gently tied back by two other dreadlocks. Otherwise, his hair would've framed his oval face and draped over his broad shoulders. He is, generally speaking from the subjctive viewpoints of others, described as a fairly attractive individual. If you've a preference those of dark skin, or if skin color does little to determine your attraction to a person, Abraham is a looker for his age and possesses admirable physique. He's tall and strong with a charming disposition and demeanor, holding himself in such a way that exudes confidence and invokes envy, and he knows it! So predictably, he likes to utilize that to his advantage - as well as a reliable asset.

He has very little in the ways of facial hair or body hair. He has some light unnoticeable stubble across his cheeks and chin, and is as such nothing remarkable. His tone is remarkable in comparison to the common man his age; barely a pinch of fat in any one place of his body. This of course contributes to a portion of the justified arrogance he reveals. His walk has swagger and his smooth voice bears a light Boston accent, but he generally does not use very many forms of slang.

There isn't any one particular outfit that he leans towards - he has many of them. The style may change from a punk vibe, to relaxed, sometimes classy, sportsy, whatever. He generally has a jacket though, usually a denim jacket or a leather one, or a black pea coat if he's feeling particularly hipster that day. He usually avoids shorts. The kind of jeans or pants don't really matter to him, but he tends to shoot for jeans that are baggy around legs but tends to tighten around his waist, providing comfort and usability. His shoes are boots, almost always boots. Steel toed, faded out, around the ankles, much like that of combat boots. Though it may change according to the situation - sports often call for sneakers, and a fancy outing requires more refined dress shoes. These he has, which were custom made for his feet. But mostly, Abraham goes for clothing that is relaxed and easy to move in – it is worth noting that, having come from a wealthy family, he is more accustomed to a costly wardrobe. V neck shirts are a common occurrence in his wardrobe, long sleeved shirts are too. A belt is always seen around his waist, and he never wears gloves. Important, that.

Abraham was provided many opportunities during his life, so as such, he was able to build up quite a set of skills. When it comes to athletics, he's in a niche of his own: He has taken defense programs - krav maga, an Israeli art. He had actually worked his way up pretty high, but due to abusing the teachings he had received there, he was refused any further services before he could become their equivalent to a black belt. That aside, the actual self-defense training has managed to stick with him to this day. He always did participate in sports like soccer, football, basketball, and basically anything that was competitive and could get his blood flowing. He was a gymnast for a short period of time, and ran track. In his spare time, when he was unable to participate in athletics, Abraham worked to gain a fair measure of musical talent and managed to carve himself a little place in stringed instruments: he's had lessons in guitar and transferred that over whilst learning the ukulele, and just a little practice on a friend's bass. Abe is incredibly practiced in his superhuman abilities, and knows how to implement them well - he derives a great deal of pride in learning how to utilize his abilities to their fullest extent. During his practice, he learned a few tricks that he keeps up his sleeves.

Abraham was born to a very wealthy and prestigious family. His father is a director of an oil company, so that said, they were extremely well off. The mother left early on leaving not much of a mother figure to be around aside from the maids that were paid to service the family. Aside from that, there isn't much to be said about his early youth, aside that he was provided with an extensive above-average education, regularly encouraged to do well in the private school for the upper class in which he was enrolled in, so that he may excel much like his father. His father, which, never really had the time to behave as a proper parent or role model to the boy, so he was mostly raised by weak-willed servants. This, predictably, can lead to some peculiar growing up patterns.

When Abe was five, he got a little brother. A half brother, in all honesty, but they were brothers nonetheless. They grew up together from then on. As soon as Abe was old enough to get into sports, he did, and he found it exhilarating. The adrenaline and competition meant everything to him - he wanted to win, to be the best, and feel magnificent while doing so, as though he were on top of the world. He didn't received much support from his father, who tended to just look at him and expected improvement the next time around - that's how economics worked, after all. Unfortunately, it was twisted into a vicious cycle and it eventually developed a sense of domination in Abraham, that he had to be better, otherwise he wasn't good enough. Him and his brother, as they got older, always wrestled. He got into track, played on teams in sports, which was generally football, basketball, and soccer. Of course, some of these routines couldn't continue when it rained or if he got sick or even grounded. There wasn't many curricular activities he could do if those options weren't available. So when he was forced to stay home, he managed to pick up a different hobby: guitar lessons. It started simple at first, when he began to teach himself what each string sounded like. As he grew to like it, he was receiving lessons.

There's the natural progression of events that continued on - he likes sports and music, and was more or less a wealthy child that pursued the hobbies of what was often considered to be that of a class for citizens under the upper class. In addition, his father wasn't fond of his son's aggressive temperament, and perhaps a top of the line martial arts instructor could help calm him down with some discipline while still giving him a hobby he'd like. He received these "krav maga" classes when he was fourteen, and at first, they didn't seem to do much good at keeping him down, but as time progressed, he seems better at keeping control of that temper. He was disciplined. However, when it came to sparring, he was ferocious and aggressive and sometimes had to be restrained. Perhaps other activities are necessary? Among the various solutions were, firstly, an outlet where he can learn to socialize properly with others. This is where he learned about his fondness with girls and how to be the charming devil he was always meant to be - and secondly, a way to expend his energy without directing it at another person. So for a very short period of time, Abe was encouraged to enter gymnastics. While all the acrobatics were cool and fun, he figured he could learn that on his own via free-running without wearing an uncomfortably tight unitard.

His powers began to develop when he was 15. It was an incredibly scary experience for him, seeing how he reacted with stone and all that. He was a dirty little secret for a while before he could control it, and it was a secret that stayed strictly between father and son. Apparently, the father knew something of the meta humans, though didn't quite drop the bomb on him about it... and although surprised, he wasn't traumatically shocked by the knowledge of his son being one. It took a while, perhaps a week or two, of consistent tinkering to learn how to mess with the power, to at least keep it from activating by accident. Enough so that he can continue his regular life. He continued his active life as he would, but now with something else to practice on the sideline. He had a double life: a normal one, and then one as a meta-human, where he would practice his abilities when he wasn't doing anything else. And he soon began to realize that it was actually a pretty god damn awesome thing that he could do. Something that made him unique and set him apart! Something that could also be used to assert dominance. This pride and cocky attitude got a pretty secure hold on his life, his confidence affecting him in somewhat unpredictable ways. His sparring in martial arts was once again aggressive, and he got kicked out of the dojo when he was 17 for breaking the sternum of another student with a single punch, as well as knocking them ten feet back (it was at that point he learned how to solidify the bones in his arm for a more powerful blow). This of course pissed off his father.

Life drastically changed when Abe was 17, and they learned when a shooting occurred at a theater killed Abraham's brother and one of security guards that escorted him. His father drank, and Abe, well, essentially became the devil incarnate. He was consumed with rage; wrath and other deadly sins took over his life. He fell out of loop with his usual self. He spent his time in the bad part of town in an alley, unbeknownst to his father, learning how to use his ability, and then beating people with it. Of course, these people were thugs and other crooks of that nature, making Abe a guy that resembled something of a vigilante. When spending his time there, he also learned of those street fight circles you can win and get paid for, much like underground boxing. Naturally, Abe didn't care about the money out of it, it was an outlet for his aggression and anger and he took advantage of it. There being no rules, and ghettos not being a stranger to superhumans, he was allowed to use his power. They didn't quite expect Abe's power to basically be made for close fighting.

Shit hit the fan when Abe was involved in some terrible incident and all of the commotion grabbed the attention of Abe's father, who was unaware of all of Abraham's delinquent behavior meanwhile, which caused him to pull Abe out of prison (he was 18 then), and give him the loudest lecture of a lifetime. This of course brought to much attention to the family on the press, and he sent his son away to live on his own for a while (with a fair amount of money to live on should he be out of work). A good place to go was a different busy city swarming with activity and police, in Chicago. Abe went to live there, hoping maybe life there away from home would help to temper his son's behavior, as well as discipline him so that he isn't so willing to resort to his abilities so easily. Though honestly, Abe earnestly disagrees, and believes that his power is a part of who he is and that he should embrace it, not hide it. That being said, he's still going around town performing vigilante work. After a brief lapse of time, an officer caught him about to start a fight with a similarly shady man and Abe was thrown in the Chicago prison for a short night. It was about a week after that he received mail from his father expressing his dissatisfaction with Abraham, and included in the mail was a letter concerning the 218 Academy. A place for people with powers like him, to learn control and restraint. Also a place where, his father had at least hoped, would aid in disciplining him.

His life and the effects various events has influenced who he is as a person drastically. He is a person of domination. Strength, toughness, street-wit, the bought intellect of private education, and savagery. His goal is to win in all areas of life. Social, economic, in sports and fighting. He's entirely self-concerned and wouldn't shed a second glance in your direction. While he's a charming showboat outwardly, he holds contempt for virtually everything, but is a side that is never shown and rarely channeled. Life is a beauty pageant and Abe is Simon Cowell. Hobbies are outlets that Abe can pursue, and are perhaps areas in which he can find acquaintances. Peons. Tools. Those sorts of people. Which is, to say, everybody.

Elemental

He is, if you watch Avatar, what you would expect from an earthbender and even more. He has the capability of manipulating rock and the ground itself and many of its variations, to his will. He can form it to his desire and wreak havoc with it as he pleases. His range is as far as the eye can discern and his power is as strong as his ferocity. The many different forms and bodies of stone and earth he can mold can have an influence on how the rocks are manipulated, and he can carve and shape it as he deems necessary. He can shape the stone so that it can be worn around his body, whether it be armor, a weapon, or giant fists. He can erect giant pillars and spires from the ground as long as there is enough stone in the vicinity to fuel it and as well as rectangular walls and shields - even domes. He can disconnect these from the ground and send it flying through the air or skidding across the ground and crush the target behind the thousands of pounds of force its impact generates. As Abraham is able to mold stone, he can, if he so chooses, reconstruct damaged structures or sculpt a brand new structure entirely. As he is normally, he is very much capable of manipulating stone using fluid movements, though is not restricted to doing just that.

Stone Embodiment: Abraham can morph his whole body into cold, hard stone, or selectively morph different parts of his body. This also cause his body to become much denser, heavier, and durable, allowing him to pack more power at the trade-off of speed. Given his power of stone manipulation, he still retains enough mobility to keep himself moving, though his speed is severely hampered and he lacks the kind of agility he'd usually have. It's like going from motorcycle to foot scooter. On top of packing a lot of weight behind his punches, the ability to manipulate stone helps him packs tons more power behind his monster hay-makers and grants him super-strength that can compete even with the strongest of superheroes. Abe's wit has helped him think through the different aspects of his power, and so he recognized that, when stone, his own body can be altered as he pleases. This said, he is capable of changing the shape of his own body to serve his purpose - whether it be changing his hands to hammer or blades - the latter being particularly frightful, given how a pointy thing being made of stone and the size of a grown man's arm is being lunged straight through your body, and if you survive that, congratulations asshole! You now have stone sediments coursing through your bloodstream. Speaking of sediments, sandstorms are not beyond Abraham's ability. Although they are not a staple of his preferred fighting style and is not quite as practiced with them as say, a person with sand powers is, his sandstorms can still be quite dangerous - why? Because although they may not have the wild winds or range and density as a sand meta, he can deconstruct stone into jagged and razor-edged shards and grains of sand, you impetuous pisshead. Way to go running head on into the equivalent of a dryer filled with razor blades and sandpaper.

Like many superhumans, Abe has a couple of secret weapons, none he'd use lightly. But should the situation ever call for such a measure, he can go stone form. Which is cool in itself, right? Well, from there, Abe can begin an exhaustive process where he takes in the stone from his environment into his own body before his size and mass proliferates into that of a massive golem - easily as tall as telephone poles. While his standard stone embodiment stands as it is as being extraordinarily durable, turning into the Golem leaves him impervious to almost all physical attacks, attacks on his biological system, and allow him to deal devastating strikes to his foes. Unfortunately, Abraham has yet to master this ability. In fact, he has yet to fulfill one successful full-transformation. The patience and tedious process doesn't match will with Abe's fast-paced and impulsive behavior. However, should he ever master it, there's quite the epiphany... he takes in stone from his environment - there isn't a real set limit. The process is exhaustive, but should he ever be able to keep going, he can take in as much as stone as is provided to him and reach colossal levels that'd compare to (or perhaps even dwarf!) the Greek titans - though this is, to the fortune of his enemies, restricted by his stamina. The most he would be able to bring himself to do is to be as tall as telephone poles - and, of course, the girth of modern homes and the weight of a mountain. It is in his Golem form that his power is nearly boundless, and as such, provides more strength behind the changes to his environment that he is capable of instilling. Those spires he could erect before become miniature mountains, and the defensive walls become sheer cliffs. These he can launch with such power that it can utterly shatter a person's body were they not the most enduring superhuman! However, as a golem, he lacks mobility. He can make huge, massive steps, but at a super slow pace. Everything about him is slower and predictable, but should he hit somebody, they're in for a world of hurt.

He has a unique ability he has recently been able to work out - regeneration. If he gets a cut, chops off his thumb, he can turn part of his body to stone - or his whole body, if he wishes - and manipulates stone to form to his original body, and revert his body back to normal, so that the stone thumb that replaced the prior one becomes a fleshy part of his body. Quite literally, he can make replacements. However, there is still the case of the utter soul-wrenching pain that comes with dismemberment. Regeneration isn't an easy process when you're under such a large amount of pain and stress, and it is a somewhat slow process given how what stamina Abraham has left is being put into regrowing a limb whilst under agony - there needs to be stone around that he can take into his body and replace the limb, otherwise, he needs the limb itself. What'll be left is very obvious scarring (such as the scar on his thumb) that shows this, but the body part is otherwise fully functional. However, he will still experience aches and phantom pains for a while after the regeneration and it generates trauma on the body. It is an ability that took a great amount of time to get working properly, and it takes a great deal of body memory, as well as contorting his limbs into different shapes. So these are not abilities he did little work to earn. He practiced extensively with his power to fully understand the ins and outs of this ability.

His powers do have limits and drawbacks. Whilst in stone form, Abraham's control over the stone around him is less refined. It becomes immensely more difficult for him to create large, dramatic structures and spires. While being in stone form does help him generate more power in the smaller environmental changes he can produce, his range and the size of his manipulate is on a smaller scale. Large-scale manipulation requires him to be in his more vulnerable and fleshy state. In this stone form, he is also restricted to contact. In order to bend the rocks and earth around him, he must remain on the ground and keeping himself firmly on the ground, Stone embodiment is much slower than his standard body, and his speed is cut down by at least half. So to be more efficient at fighting in a fast-paced match, he has to combine his regular body and stone embodiment, leaving him vulnerable in some areas to make up for speed so he can properly defend himself. His stone body, while incredibly durable, doesn't flex. Not like metal or flesh does, and that is why rock, under enough pressure at the right angle, can break easier than metal. However, his body is still dense and solid and would take tremendous force with the right material to actually break him. Part of what he does to circumvent the earthbending limitations is to petrify only his arms or parts of his body as he needs it, so that his earthbending isn't totally nerfed.

Let's be real here: Abraham is a physical juggernaut locked down tighter than a nun's chastity belt. If your aim is to dominate him via fisticuffs, you're gonna get wrecked. Though while his defense is awe-inspiring and his power terrifying, he operates rather simply. In a fight, he generally runs off of instinct and his training, and krav maga was made for street fighting. In more serious fights, he gets a form of tunnel vision that, while bad news for his target, makes him narrow-sighted and easy to predict. A clever opponent may outsmart him in a fight. Or perhaps your power is psychic in nature. In fights, his mind is a flurry. If a power allows someone to mess with his mind, he'll go nuts or shut down. He has very little defenses against mental attacks beyond his own conviction and - should he fall into it - being blinded by the seething rage that fuels him. It's a berserker mode that puts him in one train of thought, and while useful against mental attacks, everything around him is going to be messed way the hell up and he is going to feel like shit when he gets out of it.

Or perhaps this isn't a fight we are talking about. Maybe it's social interaction, or maybe a diplomatic mission. While charismatic in the sense he can play a fun guy very well and get people to like them, he isn't nice. As such, he doesn't like leading people. He is a piss poor leader because he doesn't really like people a whole lot. Maybe individual people, but as a group, Abe just doesn't like people. So he's a poor leader. And maybe if you catch him in a mood, he's poor at making friends. Or perhaps he's just judging you by the shoes you wear. Either way, he makes enemies easily, and has the audacity to not even consider them worthy of calling them an enemy. He's extremely arrogant that way. He'll blow a diplomatic mission if he feels he's been slighted and he isn't much of a tactician. He just has two gears - stop and go. That said, he can play the charm just right if he has the proper incentive. Just cross your fingers that he doesn't get offended. His brand of "justice" is a very controversial one, and while he can identify the difference in moral right and wrongs, his punishment is usually severe. Abraham sees it as justified.

Kenneth Gene, Father
Cheyenne Garter, Mother, (unknown whereabouts)
Samuel Gene, Brother, (deceased)

Leonard Skynyrd Boggs

16

Male

At a glance, Lenny can be mistaken for a mop. A pale, lanky youth of 16, Lenny is only recognizable in crowds for his bright red hair -- Other than that, he's very easy to miss. He slouches, smells like cigarettes, and hides most of his thin frame under layers of hoodies and baggy shirts.

Underneath those layers of clothes, however, is a lithe and limber young man. He holds very little fat, and has a body fit for a gymnast or swimmer. His pubescent limbs seem awkwardly too long for his body with thin, narrow fingers and toes. His face is most noticeably affected by this overall thinness, with a jaw that pokes out visibly, accentuated by his pointed cheekbones and thin lips. He holds something of a delicate face, with a rosy nose and ears that seem perpetually red, despite his intensely vacant eyes. All in all, Lenny looks decidedly unimpressive for a teenage boy. Lenny spends most of his time indoors, having spent most of his life homeschooled, and spends most of his money on video games. As a result, his wardrobe is fairly basic. He owns clothes in sevens, assuring that he can be dressed for a week with as little time spent on laundry as possible. He owns seven pairs of the same jeans, seven t-shirts, seven button-up shirts, seven hoodies, and so on. Most of them are in soft shades of navy, taupe, or maroon. Lenny does not dress to impress, he dresses because he has to.

Lenny is a skilled mountain-biker, using his bike to traverse the city as well as the craggy forests and hills. Other than those that, Lenny is self-admittedly talentless, which he has few qualms with. He has high grades in all of his classes, and speaks basic Spanish.

Leonard Skynyrd Boggs was born at home, in a small apartment in Boston.

His parents were blue collar metahumans from Georgia. His father, Harley Boggs, had thick green skin, while his mother, Rhiannon Boggs, was a telepath. Although fearful of Lenny's metahuman abilities that he had displayed since infancy, they registered him with NEST and were generally supportive. They died in a car accident shortly after his sixth birthday, leaving Lenny and his brother Creed in foster care. Luckily for the two, this was short-lived. Lenny and Creed spent a short time living at a NEST base, before it was finally decided that custody of the boys would be given to their grandmother, who lived in Black Fall, Pennsylvania.

With his grandmother a doddering old woman, most of Lenny's upbringing, or lack thereof, was from Creed. Creed shared his metahuman status with Lenny, although Creed's powers were much more volatile. It was for this reason that Creed and Lenny were both homeschooled, as their grandmother hoped to protect them from the outside world. While Lenny flourished in the online school setting, Creed unenrolled himself at 18, preferring to devote his time to a metahuman rights group in Black Fall.

Their grandmother was eventually placed in hospice care, causing NEST to search for a new home for the boys. Rather than let the already dangerous Creed have guardianship over his potentially dangerous brother, NEST has placed the two at Academy 218 in the hopes of turning the two into productive citizens.

Elemental

Lenny can absorb, redirect, and expel energy. This pertains to all types of energy, although Lenny sticks to mainly three: Kinetic, thermal, and electric. When absorbing energy, Lenny can either siphon it slowly from a distance, or more quickly with direct physical contact.

When expelling it, the combination of whatever he's absorbed takes the form of a blue plasmoid, either as a blast, beam, or wave, dealing concussive force. Redirecting energy is a combination of both, absorbing through one arm and firing it from the other, making himself a conductor. This is usually reserved for large amounts of energy he can't safely absorb.

Aside from this plasma energy, Lenny can also use the energy in its natural form. If he absorbs a large amount of electric energy, this can be used as an equal amount of kinetic energy, or an equal amount of heat energy, and so on. This allows Lenny to start fires, charge batteries, or simply jump further.

The amount of energy Lenny can absorb is finite. Although he is unsure of what the set limit is, stopping a speeding train, putting out a house fire, or absorbing a power plant would all definitely kill him. Although he can absorb larger amounts of energy slowly, or redirect large amounts, quickly absorbing any large amount would either cause him to begin ashing, or simply cause him to explode.

Secondly, Lenny's plasma bolts can injure him with the recoil they present. As he's only able to fire them from his hands, a beam too large, or from redirecting too much energy at once, could potentially break his arms, or blow them off entirely. Similarly, expelling large amounts of heat can burn him, and large amounts of electricity can shock him -- He is not completely immune to his absorbed energies.

Lenny has never left the city, and has thus been surrounded by potential batteries his entire life. Being in a forest, cave, or any other natural environment would essentially take him away from all power sources but the sun, and even then, his solar absorption can easily be negated by putting him under a roof. If he was locked in a basement or closet with nothing to absorb, he would have to rely on his below-average strength to get out.

Different types of energy can damage Lenny if he absorbs them too quickly. For example, if he quickly absorbs the energy of a bonfire, he would become severely dehydrated, and possibly burn his hands. Absorbing solar energy too quickly would give him hypersensitive skin, damaged vision, and lowered stamina. Quickly absorbing kinetic energy would topple him with severe vertigo, and quickly absorbing a large amount of electric energy would shock him, giving him nerve jolts, and possibly stop his heart altogether.

Lastly, Lenny has no defense against physical attacks. While things like cars and trains retain enough kinetic energy to be absorbed and stopped, fists, swords, and other melee weapons do not. Lenny's energy absorption has a threshold of sorts, which stops him from being able to absorb body heat, the electricity in the ground, or the kinetic energy of a thrown punch.

Creed Boggs - Brother
Susan Boggs - Grandmother

Creed Boggs | Mixed | Brother |"Creed's alright, 'cept for when he's not."|

Creedence Clearwater Boggs

19

Male

Creed is as attractive a skinhead with the surname "Boggs" can be. Although his ears stick out like his younger brother, he has a chiseled jaw, pouty lips, and eyes that seem to stare through others. He is tall, at an even six feet, and goes to the gym every other day. He shaves his hair once every three days.

His skin isn't as pale as his younger brother, but far from tan. His face, while attractive, shows signs of violence. His left eyebrow has a scar dividing it where he had once been stabbed, which he usually hides with an eyebrow pencil. His nose, although fairly straight, is crooked in places it has been broken. These features, even though detrimental to most, have only helped Creed's "Bad Boy" image.
Most of his clothes are black or grey, from his underwear to his jacket. The majority of his tops are t-shirts and polo shirts, whereas all of his bottoms are black slacks or jeans. Nothing he owns is too loose or too tight. As a member of The Immortals, he often wears their uniform of red suspenders coupled with combat boots. However, he has no problem wearing less suspicious clothes if need be. In cold weather he wears his Immortals jacket -- A black bomber jacket with their insignia, a large red skull, on the back.

Creed holds few talents but violence. He is an adept boxer, having been taught by one of the higher-up Immortals early into his initiation, and can usually best an untrained human without using his powers. Besides boxing, the closest thing Creed has to a talent is his skill for spitting very far.

Creedence Clearwater Boggs was born at home, in a small apartment in Boston.

His parents were blue collar metahumans from Georgia. His father, Harley Boggs, had thick green skin, while his mother, Rhiannon Boggs, was a telepath. Creed had a fairly happy childhood, doing things most young boys did. He enjoyed swimming, playing with action figures, watching cartoons, and generally, being a boy. However, his childhood was not without upsets. Creed’s neighbors were strongly against metahuman rights, going as far as to frequently vandalize his family car, spraypainting the door to their apartment with slurs, and generally antagonizing the family whenever possible. When Creed was 11, his parents died shortly after a car crash. Creed believes that they could have been saved, but received sub-par care because of their status as metahumans. Shortly after this incident, Creed and Lenny were sent to live in foster care.
After Creed and Lenny spent a short time living at a NEST base, before it was finally decided that custody of the boys would be given to their grandmother, who lived in Black Fall, Pennsylvania.

With his grandmother a doddering old woman, Creed grew up with little supervision. His belief in metahuman superiority was fueled after discovering “The Immortals”, a gang of metahumans in Black Fall, who shared the same ideas. He devoted all of his time to The Immortals, going as far as to drop out of school. The Immortals were responsible for Creed earning his first NEST strike, coaxing him to attack and hospitalize the son of a senator with strongly anti-metahuman beliefs as part of his initiation.

Their grandmother was eventually placed in hospice care, causing NEST to search for a new home for the boys. Rather than let the already dangerous Creed have guardianship over his potentially dangerous brother, NEST has placed the two at Academy 218 in the hopes of turning the two into productive citizens.

Cerebral

Creed can telepathically trigger pain responses in the brain if he has made eye contact with his target. This can be anything as minor as a headache to something severe as the sensation of being stabbed. Though Creed's imagination is the only limit, more intense pain requires equally increased focus -- the worst pain Creed could give someone would require he solely focus on his target and be unable to move or respond to outside stimuli.

Creed's powers don't work on Cerebral metahumans, anyone wearing a helmet or sunglasses, and the blind. Additionally, Creed can't actually kill anyone unless they die of shock, which is very rare. The pain caused by Creed's powers ends when he stops focusing, as the stimuli for pain is no longer present. Creed is also unable to use his powers if he is in an extreme state of panic, fear, or anger -- He needs 100% concentration.

Creed's biggest weakness is not any unseen flaw in his power, but his personality. Creed is incapable of teamwork, and has trouble seeing others as equals, much less as superiors. Creed's cockiness frequently gets the better of him, and he often walks into situations too assured in his abilities to plan or think ahead.

Lenny Boggs - Brother
Susan Boggs - Grandmother

Lenny Boggs | Mixed | Brother |"Lenny's a good kid, he just needs to go outside more."|