■ Lord Wraith^|| as... Ezekiel Thoreau

■ Tyler^|| as... Emory Fairchild

■ Nemaisare^|| as... Lucas Bray

■ GreenGrenade^| as... Gareth Corrigan

■ Hillan^|| as... Marcus Weston

■ Stein^|| as... Ilani Jackson

■ Atrophy^|||| as... Grace Kennison

■ Heathen^| as... Janelle Hambrick

■ Bigg Slamm^| as... Anthony Sweetwater

■ Wade Wilson^||| as... Joshua Kain

■ Roman^| as... Elizabeth Cane

■ Blandman^| as... Nicholas Turner

[CENTER][IMG]A faceclaim for your character, please use photographs or photo-realistic images. No anime or cartoons.[/IMG][/CENTER]
[B]| NAME(S): |[/B]
[INDENT]Your full name as written on your birth certificate or driver's license.​[/INDENT]
[B]| NICKNAME(S): |[/B]
[INDENT]Any names your parents, relatives or friends call you. This can also be a 'superhero’ codename. If you don’t have one, you can always gain on in the IC.​[/INDENT]
[B]| D.O.B.: |[/B]
[INDENT]Month/Day/Year[/INDENT]
[B]| AGE: |[/B]
[INDENT]No younger than 14, no real age limit but if you’re over 50 in earth years you’re not going to be limber enough to be running on roof tops likely (obvious exceptions aside.)​[/INDENT]
[B]| SEX: |[/B]
[INDENT]Preferably your biological gender, if you prefer not go by a gender specific pronoun please note that in your Biography or Notes. Please do not answer 'yes'.​[/INDENT]
[B]| SEXUALITY: |[/B]
[INDENT]*Optional, if you'd wish to note it you may. If you have no interest in having it known or any other reason there's not need to put.[/INDENT]
[B]| APPEARANCE: |[/B]
[INDENT]A written description detailing height, weight, hair colour, eye colour and any other notable attributes. A picture doesn’t qualify here as you already have the headshot above.​[/INDENT]
[B]| GENUS: |[/B]
[INDENT]​This is what race your character belongs to. Are they a human, Hyperhuman, Magni etc?[/INDENT]
[B]| CLASSIFICATION: |[/B]
[INDENT]Your Hyperhuman/Magni/etc Classification. If you're having trouble let me know and I can tell you which category you likely belong under. If you're playing a normal human, simply put 'N/A' or delete this part of the CS.​ Note that normal humans can skip directly from this point to the 'SKILLS' section as you won't have any abilities. Note that for Hyperhumans especially you must belong to ONE Classificaton. There's no cross or mixed classifications.[/INDENT]
[B]| ABILITIES/SKILLS: |[/B]
[INDENT]Please indicate your desired abilities as well as a clear set of limitations (IE, how much can a character lift) and weaknesses (An electrokinetic might short out standing in water.). Your ability can be described in as many or as few words as you wish but the limitations and weaknesses are non-negotiable. This is also the place to indicate any notable skills your character may have outside of their abilities.[/INDENT]
[B]| BACKSTORY: |[/B]
[INDENT]This is your history from the time you were born until the start of the RP. If you want to keep certain details vague so as to reveal them in the IC, skim over them for the time being or be subtle about them. But please avoid too many clichés, we're all familiar with the orphan who swears to fight for justice because of the death of his parents.[/INDENT]
[B]| MOTIVATION/OBJECTIVE: |[/B]
[INDENT]What is driving your character? What makes them tick? Why do they act the way they do.[/INDENT]
[B]| REFERENCE POST(S): |[/B]
[INDENT]This is to make sure your writing style will mesh with the RP at a level and consistently that the GM desires. Link 1-3 posts of your writing in other RPs.[/INDENT]
[B]| NOTES: |[/B]
[INDENT]*Optional, any additional notes you wanted to add that weren't covered by the above sections. This can be either kept for yourself or submitted for everyone to see. This would also be the place to include any NPCs you intend on using or any reference points you wish to make for yourself or other players to read.[/INDENT]

[B]| PLAYER NAME: |[/B] 
[INDENT]Your Name[/INDENT]
[B]| PLOT NAME: |[/B]
[INDENT]I use song titles, you don’t have to stick with that though[/INDENT]
[B]| PLOT LOCATION: |[/B]
[INDENT]Which location will this plot be happening in?[/INDENT]
[B]| PLOT SYNOPSIS: |[/B]
[INDENT]The summary of the plot that will appear under the Secondary Plot Section[/INDENT]
[B]| DETAILED PLOT: |[/B]
[INDENT]This is a more detailed outlining of your plot so I can understand exactly what your intent is, what enemies are involved and what the overall goals are.[/INDENT]
[B]| DESIRED NUMBER OF PLAYERS: |[/B]
[INDENT]How many players do you want or need for this plot to work?[/INDENT]

Emory Robert Fairchild

’Em’, Bobby

22nd December, 1994

22

Male

Pansexual

Homo-Virium

ORCUS

Amorphous Physiology
Emory has no distinct shape: his natural form is an amorphous slime-like substance. He is a brilliant shapeshifter, able to sculpt himself into the shape of anything he pleases: though it’s naturally easier for him to adapt a human form as it’s what he’s most familiar with, he can also pose as inanimate objects or animals. He can shift parts of his body into tools or weapons by changing their shape and hardening them to be as dense and as durable as steel. In his amorphous form, he is able to move around as a puddle, albeit very slowly, which allows him to squeeze through even the smallest of spaces, given enough time. His amorphous form is incredibly sticky, which allows him to effectively trap victims and even suffocate them. He doesn’t know it yet, but Emory is essentially immortal: he hasn’t aged biologically since his powers manifested, though he can still be killed. He must still sustain himself by absorbing nutrients, but he doesn’t need to breathe and is thus immune to suffocation. He is also largely invulnerable to most physical attacks, as his body instinctively reacts by briefly turning the targeted area into slime. However, he is still more than capable of being caught off-guard and non-physical attacks effect him as they would any other. Should part of him be wounded or even severed, Emory is able to generate new mass to replace what is lost.

The son of Fairchild Electronics CEO Robert Fairchild and his wife Veronica, Emory was the light at the end of a dark tunnel for his parents; after six years of fruitless efforts to conceive, Emory’s birth was something of a miracle. He was well-loved by his parents and, whilst he inevitably found himself in the care of nannies from time-to-time, his superficial parents made an effort to be around him as much as they could, much to the surprise of some of their critics. Surrounded by love and pleasantry in their lavish coastal mansion in Paradise on the Water, Emory Fairchild could not have asked for a more comfortable upbringing. But some years later, it would emerge that the love his parents had for him was not entirely unconditional.

As he grew older, some of Emory’s life choices had been somewhat disappointing to the Fairchilds. From the time devoted to his band Maharaja, to his partiality for smoking marijuana, at eighteen years of age long-haired Emory was not the perfect son they’d envisioned for their perfect family. He’d never made an effort to hide any elements of his life from them, either; he was naturally rebellious, bored of his pampered existence, he took quiet joy in showing his parents that he had little interest in the artificiality of their American dream.

They reluctantly supported him, as any parents would, and did their best to keep him on the straight and narrow. But all that changed when Emory’s Hype gene activated.

No longer dormant, the manifestation of Emory’s strange abilities shook the entire family, not least Emory himself. The general public was not aware of Hyperhumans at the time, and so when Vanessa checked on a sick Emory in bed to find the sheets covered in sticky black slime and her son nowhere in sight, she was horrified. Emory was sentient the entire time, unable to move or speak and not entirely sure what was happening.

A strange, blind woman arrived at the house, telling the Fairchilds all about the Hype gene and explaining that their son was one of them. She told them of a school, name the PRCU, that could help Emory to control his gifts and live a normal life. The parents reacted somewhat extremely, horrified that their child was a ‘freak’ – a ‘monster’. Knowing that Emory would likely die without her help, she wiped his parents memories and transported the now slime-based boy to the PRCU.

After rigorous testing and training, Emory soon managed to tame his powers, able to maintain his human form with relative ease, as well as learning to take on seemingly any other form he pleased with varying levels of realism. After a year at the school, it seemed everything was falling into place, and soon Emory would be able to return home to his parents and explain to them what had happened.

But he was still learning, and when Emory was attacked in a small town near the school, he wasn’t able to control himself enough in combat to avoid killing his aggressors. Now on the run for murder, the PRCU and his home back in Los Paraiso were off-limits.
He spent the next year or so flitting from city to city with crime as his main income, using his powers to get him out of trouble and escape imprisonment. As the existence of Hypes was revealed to the world, CCTV footage of his daring escapes went viral and made headlines across the world: “DANGER AMONG US”, “HYPER-HOUDINI STRIKES AGAIN”, “HE COULD BE ANYONE!”.

The media attention was enough to spook him into keeping a low profile, with his powers giving him the benefit of essentially being whoever he pleased. He eventually settled down in the city of Tyler, Texas, where he earned money fixing cars and dealing marijuana acquired through his powers. It was a tough life, and a far cry from where he’d been three years prior, but at 20 years old he wasn’t afraid to admit he enjoyed the simplicity of it in an odd way... For now.

But after two years of relative dormancy, Emory grew restless. He knew he couldn’t settle properly until he confronted his past and addressed what had happened on that faithful day; he had questions for his parents and he needed answers. Learning that his father was due to announce a ‘revolutionary’ new product to the market at a summit in Pointe Bordeaux, Emory began to make travel arrangements to the neighbouring state of Louisiana.

Emory is motivated by the persistent voice in the back of his mind, constantly reminding him of the terms in which he left home. Having not seen his parents at all over the last five years, he has a lot of questions for the mother and father who had previously loved him so much. More than anything, he just wants to know how they're doing and perhaps rekindle some kind of relationship with his mother and father. But sometimes, ignorance is bliss...

Vigilance: Rise of the Mavericks: Raja infiltrates a school after hours in search of information. | Sep 26 2015
Before The Dawn: Avarielle becomes enraged when her integrity is challenged. | Nov 7 2015
The Corrigan School: Freddie displays a little too much theatricality in his Drama Studies class. | Nov 22 2015

Having no real metabolism but requiring a large amount of energy, Emory almost exclusively eats fast food in huge portions, since he doesn't run the risk of poor health or gaining weight. His favourite is deep pan pizza with extra cheese, bacon, chicken, mushrooms and peppers, with a stuffed crust. We have that in common.

Lucas Emery Bray​

Luke (he prefers Lucas)​

05/05/1974

41​

Male​

Asexual

With brown hair, darker eyes, and tanned skin, Lucas is almost plain. He’s neither particularly handsome nor awkwardly disfigured, and he doesn’t get quite close enough to symmetrical to be nobody you need to notice. His nose, being slightly bulbous, is probably his most prominent feature. He has few scars, all faded and inconsequential. Scrapes on his knees, a little circle on the sole of his right foot, a bit of acne scarring… He has no piercings, and no tattoos, just a few wrinkles starting to show. His weight could be another recognisable feature, as he has a relatively heavy frame, and often seems shorter than his actual 5’9” height. In fact, he slouches a bit and has a tendency to take up far less space with his presence than seems physically possible. He often seems younger than his years, despite the greying beard and creases around his eyes, both in his overall appearance and his behaviour. His lack of any particular fashion sense probably doesn’t help; his wardrobe is an eclectic collection of dull solid colours and Hawaiian shirts and comfortable sweats and hoodies, jeans, and loose shorts. None in top condition.

His hair does lighten with a few highlights if he stays out in the sun long enough, not to mention greying a bit more every year. It grows straight without any curl, is generally dishevelled, and is only cut when it starts getting into his eyes. He’s got broad, mobile eyebrows and small close-set eyes under an overhanging brow. His chin is always covered by stubble of varying lengths. There’s a bit of red in that bristle, though it’s mostly a match for his hair, both the brown and the grey, and its length varies depending on how much it annoys him versus how much he’d really rather not put in the effort. His face rounded out as he grew up, as did the rest of him.

His natural expression is a relaxed frown and quiet air of inattention, contentment or concern, but it can shift just as easily into a bright smile, confused disbelief or an angry glare as most expressions. His hands are often fidgeting, usually with each other as that is the safest for him to touch, but sometimes they skitter over surfaces rather nervously before settling. Lucas has a loud, ragged voice, often as full of emotion as his expression. It is a low tenor, with a slight nasal quality if he raises it too far. He has a tendency to shift speeds as he talks, from pausing between every word to saying a few together all at once. ​

​Homo-Virium

Minerva

Psychometry.

Lucas was born and raised in Toronto, Ontario. He was an only child of a single father, with a relatively happy and normal childhood. He developed psychometry when he was 15, had it misdiagnosed and the treatment simply made it worse. Recovered after some time, found a life for himself that he could manage, then Kowalski happened.

Most of Lucas’ day to day objectives are oriented around surviving, and having company that recognises he exists. Relatively simple requests to make of the world. His motivation is mainly fear; of what might happen should Hype Haters get their hands on him, and of losing himself to memories again. His secondary motivation is simple loneliness. He wants company for company’s sake.

1. Curdle
2. 2 chars in 1
3. Teddy

Marcus Nate Weston

Mark, West.
Quantum

19 / 1 / 1990

26

Male.

Heterosexual

Marcus stands at 189 CM, and weighs 70 kilograms. His build is muscular, showing off his years of rigorous training. His hair is short and brown, he has a rugged look about him, the fact that he is in rough shape is no secret as anyone can see his bloodshot eyes, his stubble and the bags under his eyes. Marcus dresses in second hand clothing, ripped stonewashed jeans, boots or sneakers. Wearing long-sleeved shirts over a T-shirt and under his jackets. He's not against donning baseball caps or trucker hats, but he dislikes wearing beanies and the like.

His skin is fair, but tanned from hours in the sun. His eyes are sunken in from sleepless nights and countless bottles of booze, making the hazel color look dim.

HyperHuman.

Mars

GYROKINESIS
Marcus is able to generate, manipulate and alter gravitational energy, effectively having control over gravity. Green energy manifests from his eyes and his hands when using his power, sending out aurora colored rays from his body when he uses his abilities. The uses of his powers are many, but he uses them in few different ways.

GRAVITY MANIPULATION
His abilities allows him to change the affects of gravity in one area, or around one person, allowing him to get a advantage in a fight, as most are not ready to at a split second start fighting at the same gravity as the moon.

SINGULARITY CREATION
Marcus creates a gravitational pull, a singularity that draws things towards it. This has been used to generate a shield against gunfire, but even been used to turn a entire building into rubble in a few moments. The material that gets sucked into the 'sphere' of gravity can be reversed, spitting it all back out with varying degrees of force.

POLAR SHIFTING:
Mark is able to completely shift the polarity of the gravity applying to it, for instance forcing his opponents to fall to the roof and get pinned against it. This power is only used in small areas, like a room or a hallway. As doing it in bigger areas would not only cause absolute chaos but lead to deadly consequences for Mark himself.

MISC.USES
Marcus is able to remove, or lessen the effects of gravity upon himself, allowing him to perform impossible feats, such as walking on ceilings and walls.

He is able to constantly affect the gravity of something, or someone, allowing himself flight, however, his power is not one of precision, and there for he prefers to use a proxy when he desires to fly. Creating a disc shaped platform for him to stand on is his preferred method.

While it is a novelty ability, Marcus is certain he's capable of bending bullets, allowing him to shoot around objects.

SKILLS
Marcus is for all intents and purposes a law enforcement agent as he's spent almost a decade being trained into a agent of H.I.T. He's been trained in many ways, survival, hand to hand combat, marksmanship, detective work, interrogation and Hyperhuman combat all being among the things he's well versed in. Besides that, he's a excellent driver, preferring modern muscle cars over all else. He's a passable mechanic and surprisingly very good at playing the violin.

LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES
One could argue that his biggest weakness is his humanity. He has the powers of a force of nature, but if he doesn't catch the bullet as it comes for him – he's as dead as any other Joe. His personal issues conflicts with the use of his powers, they're bound to his concentraion. Marcus suffers from severe PTSD due to his time in H.I.T and coupes with it by abusing alcohol, leaving him at less than full mental and physical prowess.

His powers are within themselves without any real weaknesses, only ways Marcus can not control them. He cannot open full on black holes – as he doesn't know how to close them. He is weak against airborne attacks, as most of the applications of his powers are based on forcing an opponent to a surface, or away from one. Likewise, he will not increase the gravity on the wall of a building by a thousand – as that would make the entire building collapse on itself.

Marcus can easily affect gravity by ten, either by multiplying the force, or dividing it. He's been known to affect gravity with much greater force than that. Relying on how concentrated he is and how well he is focusing.

No one from a happy home wants to join the army. Marcus's home put the “fun” in dysfunctional. His parents were both abusive, to each other and to Marcus and his two sisters, Cecilia and Karin. Karin being older, and Cecila being two years younger than Marcus. Their parents verbally abused them and hit them around, Karin moved away as soon as she could, leaving Marcus to care for Cecilia. When he was 16, Marcus got in a fight with his dad, and following the fight he ran away from home, never to return. He went to join the army, the only choice that made sense.

While he scored highly in all of the tests, he was denied entry, on the grounds of government interference, and soon after his attempt, his hyperhuman abilities began manifesting. It started out with him crushing a can of soda with a thought. Making it implode with the blink of an eye. He soon found himself in Canada, attending the PRCU, the academy for the freaks of the world.

Marcus proved to be a excellent candidate for the Hyperhuman Education and Advanced Training Program, and after two years at the academy, he was taken into the program, to be trained to work for H.E.A.T, become a agent of the Hyperhuman Intervention Taskforce. During training, Marcus proved to be one of the brightest young trainees, scoring in the top in every test and displaying excellent skill. This was the first thing in his life he had been truly good at. And damn, he was good.

During the attacks of Yakob Kowalski, whom reveled the presence of the superpowered people, Marcus was part of a strike team whom went to battle the Hypers dubed by Yakob into doing his bidding. His unit took down several rogue hypes, protecting countless people. But his part in the conflict came to an end in the city of Winnipeg in Canada. Where his unit were sent to take down one of Yakob's highest ranking men, a powerful telekinetic. The aftermath of the battle left most of the city in ruins, thousands dead, the operation going down as one of H.I.T's greatest failures.

Since then, Marcus has drowned himself in one bottle after another – two years of constant drinking has left him a shell of his former self, barely functional, he stays in Pointe Bordeaux, Louisiana, because it's one of the few cities where he doesn't owe anyone money.

Redemption, security, self improvement. Marcus feels like he owes the world to make up for his actions, but he realizes that he's broken, and that in time, he might get put back together again. He strongly believes in the ideals that drove him to joining H.E.L.P many years ago – in serving the public and saving people, weather they're human or hyperhuman.

Ham, always and forever ham. Mushrooms work, too.
Marcus carries a Colt 1911 that used to belong to his grandfather.
His favorite drink is 9 day old whiskey from Tennessee.
Preferring blondes over all else, Marcus is quite the flirt.

Ilani Marie Jackson

Marie, Illy, Il, Lani​

Sly Spectre

08/21/1990

25​

No thank you.​

Heterosexual

So like, this bitch is giving you Black Furiosa realness. She's slick and subtle, a slight Tinkerbell coyness to her. But, she's got that look in her amber eyes that if you cross her, she will DRAG YO ASS FO FILTH! Giving you all types of fierceness, she COME THRU on a bitch with her legs for days and years of bitch stompin, pounding the pavement...and sports have toned her body.

Her hair stays short and crisp, giving you some androgyny realness. And you see that fucking part in her hair, curved like a swinging backhand? She stays on that style. Her nose stud is subtle, something she can take in or out, but enough of a SHBLAM! when she wants it to be.

MINERVA

Ilani's MINERVA-Class powers manifest primarily in her Occipital lobe and have led to a variety of applications.

Enhanced Occipital Lobe:

Remote Viewing:

(Slightly) Enhanced Coordination: The proximity of the occipital lobe to the spinal cord has made Ilani's hand-eye coordination more proficient as well. Her movements are precise and she has a greater awareness of her body when her powers are active (in the areas of body position, speed and strength).

Distorted Vision:

Linked Vision:

-Superior Marksmanship: Maybe a byproduct of her powers, but Ilani has held a slight affinity for accuracy based activities since birth. After becoming accustomed to any ranged weapon, she can fire with superb accuracy and precision.
-Superior Perception: Ilani can be very aware of her surroundings, subconsciously taking in everything for an easy conscious recall. Illusions and mind tricks are typically ineffective against her, as she can usually notice when the process begins or even where it starts from.
-Reporter’s Eye: Even without her abilities, Illy can see a story anywhere. She notices inconsistencies in people and things. Puzzles present little challenges to her and her critical thinking skills are something to note.
-Retention: Though not eidetic, Ilani has an uncanny memory. Her recall is impressive and she has memorized entire scripts and poems in a matter of minutes.

Illy stayed the rest of the night, shocked and in complete silence. She counted 15 bodies of charred remains being wheeled out as the authorities made it on the scene. Erick's was among them, and Illy wept for him.

The incident that night was never reported. It never made the news or any paper and officially, it was faulty wiring with no reported deaths. That told Illy everything she needed to know. 15 people dead and no one cared. No one knew. No one spoke for them.
---

The silence of their deaths slowly suffocated a piece of Ilani. Up until that incident, the hatred harbored in fear and shadowed grievances toward Hyperhuman's had been somewhat veiled to Ilani. Though she had been exposed to the hatred via stories and articles, something about the current predicament of the Hyperhuman in the current world had been ignored by her. But no longer.

She spent her own pocket eternity sitting in the abandoned warehouse, switching between different position of pained contortions as she wept and grieved. The charred smell stuck in her nose for hours, and her mind envisioned wafts of burnt hair and charred flesh. Her cries became hoarse after the fifth hour. The tears stopped flowing after six. At nine, her throat produced only strained and tight expulsions of air as she continued to sob out the overwhelming pain. No proper motivation to move from her current nexus of depression and into a hate filled world fell upon Ilani for a total of 14 hours.

----

That was six months ago.

It's been 6 months since that night. Ilani has spoken of the night to no one and has carried it with her. Who could she trust? Who would even care? Ilani feared the answer to each question more than the other. The hatred seemed pointless to Ilani, but what could she do now?

Vigilance: Rise of the Mavericks: IllAdvised, Angel and Feral heed their Call to Arms as Mavericks for a city who has laid in want. But, can they stand against their own demons?
Vigilance: Blood and Justice: Resident Magni and drunk Sarks Hummel can’t catch a break in this city. Things were much easier across the Pond. The persistent rain and his missing personal assistant aren’t making things much easier.
The new Eidolons: In the realm of Elenthalheim, all is not as it seems of the society, fighting for survival. Deep in the heart, they prepare for the day when their world will need them most. And that day is rapidly approaching.

EXTRA: Vigilance: Rise of the Mavericks: Want to know what it’s like inside the mind of a sultan serving the face of a god? Take a glimpse at a juicy snippet inside the life of Raja.

WIP

Grace Bethany Kennison​

Thumper. It started as a tongue-in-cheek joke by the media, but then it stuck.

08/10/1996

19​

Female​

Heterosexual

Grace is around five and a half feet tall and appears to be of a healthy weight, although it’s a little hard for her to say what her exact weight is now. We’ll touch on that a bit later. She has a pretty straight build and lacks any real tone or definition. She would classify herself as “skinny fat” and always gets nervous when it’s swimsuit season. Her dark brown hair falls around the top of her shoulders with bangs that sweep across the tops of her eyes. She finds her ears a bit too big, so she rarely wears her hair up. Her eyes are a dull blue. Her skin is tanned by the sun, forcing a slight outburst of dark freckles all over her bared skin. She finds using a lot of makeup to be a hassle, and tends to stick with just a little touch up here and there. Grace stands with a slouch and has a tendency to keep her head down. When she speaks a slight Cajun accent that she absolutely hates betrays her heritage. She tends to dress casually in graphic tees and jeans or shorts, giving her that nice, normal, unassuming American teen look. Grace always wears a necklace with a cross on it.

She used to fight crime in street clothes and a mask, but since assuming the identity of Thumper she made her own costume. The outfit is just a tight blue tracksuit with an uppercase T made out of masking tape on the front and back and a black paintball helmet with a tinted visor. Grace has read enough dark comic books to know the dangers of wearing a cape. It’s absolutely tacky looking and completely horrible, but it does the job of protecting her identity. ​

​Homo-Virium

Atlas

Remember how it was hard for Grace to say what her true weight is? That’s because Grace is slowly but continuously growing denser. As time goes on Grace gets heavier and heavier and heavier. The last scale she purchased went up to 700 pounds; she broke it about a month ago. However, Grace doesn’t fight crime by just sitting on ne’er-do-wells until they scream uncle. She has those classic tough guy powers, too. The more dense she gets the stronger and tougher she gets. Grace can lift one and a half to two tons over her head with relative ease, meaning she can toss a medium-sized sedan towards someone like it was a medicine ball. Grace isn’t going to pretend like she understands the laws of motion or anything like that, but she does know that when she is moving and hits someone they generally stay down--and she pulls most of her punches. The girl’s also pretty tough, and unless you’re strong enough to sling vans around like paper planes trying to best her physically is a real dumb idea. Bats and knives tend to just break on her, normal bullets leave nasty welts and can knock the wind out of her, and fancy high-grade military shit could feasibly do some damage but still see her breathing. She doesn’t have much experience fighting Hyperhumans, but she could probably take a better licking than most.

Unfortunately for Grace, her powers are mostly limited by her otherwise subpar physique. She’s hardly an athlete. A reasonably fit person could outrun Grace, and her added strength does little to change the fact that she’d never be able to dunk a basketball. The only knowledge of fighting she has comes from video games and kung fu flicks, so she’s prone to attempt ridiculous moves that are just impossible to actually do in. She’s generally just uncoordinated and even clumsy when in action. Most of the times that she throws a punch she misses with her fist and accidentally connects with her shoulder, which is typically enough to knock someone off of their ass, send them flying a few yards, and fracture a few ribs. Outside of combat, her weight is a general problem. She tends to avoid elevators and has to stick to cargo vans and truck beds to travel due to her weight causing cars to drag on one side. Grace has broken enough chairs in her life to resign herself to sitting on the ground forever. Her power is “always on” so she has to interact with most of the world as if was a model ship she was building inside of a glass bottle. She also has this absolutely asinine idea that she’s going to be a proper superhero, which means NO KILLING.

Grace’s density has done little to strengthen her mind. Her biggest weakness would probably be either MINERVA- or CUPID-Class Hyperhumans. She may be thick skinned and denser than a rock, but apparently she’s soft in the heart and head. As well, she has frequent nightmares about drowning since she knows from first hand experience that she sinks faster than an anchor strapped to several hundred other anchors. Being over or near bodies of water generally fills her with dread, and she lives a mile from the beach in a damn state full of bayous and swamps.

Grace was born on the absolute hottest day of the year in Pointe Bordeaux, Louisiana to her less than thrilled bible-thumping parents who now had another damned mouth to feed. She was the fifth child of Mr. and Mrs. Kennison. She was also their fifth favorite after her big brother Peter in first, her older sisters Harmony and Prudence bouncing around second and third, and the family dog Samson taking fourth. She was sixth until her brother Joseph came out of the closet a few years back. A little something about Grace’s father: Dad was a true Southern gentleman and a good Catholic who’d give you the shirt off of his back and some from his wardrobe as well unless you were a Muslim, a homosexual, or a Falcons fan. Dad always said that he was just trying to protect Mom from being ridiculed by the neighbors for having a gay son, but we’re getting a little ahead of ourselves. Let’s go back to when Grace was not in the honorable position of being the second-most-hated.

Grace’s first slight against her parents came on the day she was baptised and happened to relieve herself on Father Forrest. Nobody else really paid it much mind--Grace was, after all, a baby--but her parents were absolutely mortified. They had friends in that Church. Friends who laughed. At them. It was SUCH a big deal. Their daughter continued to be just an utter, absolute embarrassment. She screwed up her first communion. She fell asleep in Sunday School. She was constantly in trouble with the Sisters at her Catholic school for making rude noises during nap time. She inappropriately displayed affection towards others. “Bless that Grace,” her parents’ friends would say. “She’s so soft-hearted,” they would say. Her parents knew what they meant. They meant to say that she was soft-headed, that their daughter was an idiot. Why couldn’t she be better behaved like her sisters? At the very least, she could show some shame.

Despite being an absolute fumbling fuck-up in the eyes of her parent’s and being forced to attend the horrendous doldrums that is the Sunday Mass of the Roman Catholic Church, Grace actually took a shining towards religion. Not to the extent where that when she started attending public schools in third grade (once her family could no longer afford the private Catholic school) she was that one kid always talked about Jesus and God and quoting the Bible and having that fucking creepy purity towards them, but she was religious. Despite all the jokes about altar boys, she was proud to be Catholic. Besides, as a girl she didn’t have to worry about that sort of scene. She read the Bible regularly. She could spit some mean Hail Marys, and we aren’t talking about football because she could not do sports if life depended on it. She wore a cross every day for every second to this god damn day. Shit, while other kids were running around doing little kid shit and the annoying Jesus girls were telling them they’d go to Hell for it, Grace was spending her time volunteering for food drives and helping out with charities.

And somehow she was still the least favorite kid because her Dad caught her reading comic books. What the hell, they weren’t even hers--she had borrowed them from Joseph.

Grace’s powers came about around the time she started puberty. Always a little bit on the heavy side and hurt by her schoolmates because all children are bastards regardless of whether they knew their dad or not, Grace started dieting. Which, when all her Mom served was cornbread and whatever proteins she could find on sell and cook in a pan full of butter, meant she just didn’t eat. The girl was always hungry, and she was always miserable, and she always felt weak, and she never lost weight. Even as the fat disappeared from her body and her skin turned yellow and dry she was somehow gaining weight. Grace was absolutely baffled, but the scale did not lie. All skin and bones and she was fat, fat, fucking fat. Completely disgusting; a skeletal cow.

And then she went swimming with her brother Joseph in the river one summer when she was thirteen. Swimming was probably the one activity she was any good at, and the girl sunk like that boat in that one movie. If Joseph didn’t help drag her out she would’ve drowned. If she hadn’t almost drowned she would’ve probably starved herself to death. Listen, Grace isn’t going to go around and tell anybody that it was a miracle, but she thought it was a miracle. At the very least a wake up call. She started eating right after that and blossomed back towards a healthy shape.

Joseph and her decided not to tell anybody about that drowning incident on account of the fact that neither of them wanted to get in trouble. It kind of solidified them as each other's favorites in the family. Neither of them knew what the hell was happening to Grace’s body, but both of them worked together to make sure her parents or the other siblings didn’t find out. They joked that their Dad would call an exorcist if he found out, while both secretly believed that wasn’t actually far from the truth. As a sign of good faith, Joseph told Grace about his homosexuality. As a sign of good faith, Grace decided to not be like their Dad...except when it came to fan of the Falcons; those people were just godless heathens and assholes to boot.

The problems with her strength started to arise by the time she with fifteen, and unlike her weight this grew exponentially. What started as her accidentally tearing books in half turned into her breaking door handles and faucets. Eventually inevitably it became clear that she couldn’t hide these changes from her parents. Besides, it was getting exceptionally weird at dinner when she refused to sit out of fear of breaking her already rickety chair. So...she told her parents. The reaction she got from at first was, well, confusing to say the least, until she remembered that these were the same people who were mortified for years after she had used a priest as a porta-potty when she was less than one year old. Her parents told her that she would not tell anybody about this and pulled her out of school. Mom would teach her and she’d get her GED once this whole damn thing passed.

The reaction was so mild that when she told Joseph about it he figured that maybe he should tell them about himself. It still took him time to work up courage, and only when a nearly seventeen year old Grace talked him up did he finally do it. The whole ordeal went less than ideal. Apparently, Dad was fine with having a freak for a daughter, but having a son be a sinner was absolutely unforgivable. Why, what would the neighbors say? The whole part in the Bible about forgiving those who sin seemed to be something that must have been newly added in versions that came out after her father had read the good book, because he threw Joseph out of the house. So Grace, in her final act of defiance against her parents, followed Joseph out. The two pariahs rented a studio apartment in the bad side of town. Joseph worked, Grace couldn’t land a job. Her refusal to sit or shake hands always threw people off, and being a high school dropout didn’t help.

This was all around the time that terrorist exposed the existence of Hyperhumans to the world. Everything around Grace sort of blew up after that--apologies for the pun. It was a nice reassurance to know that she wasn’t the only weirdo on the planet, but the warm fuzzy feeling of not being alone quickly subsided as people reacted the typical way they did around things they didn’t understand by trying to get rid off it as fast as possible. Grace felt that good old Catholic guilt swelling up inside of her. Somebody, somewhere had to do something to prove that Hyperhumans weren’t a bunch of monsters. She expressed these feelings to Joseph, and he sat her down and gave her the most important talk of her life. She’d become a superhero. Like, a real life superhero running around and helping people in need. How wasn’t that a good idea? The Mavericks made it work.

She started her superhero (vigilante is such a negative word) career a year ago. Grace and Joseph would sit in their apartment listening to a local police scanner for any crimes. Grace would then take to the streets where Joseph read her directions over the phone via Mapquest. She was relatively unknown (and both not thanked and not hated) for the longest of time until a few months ago when she stopped a thief in a public area. The socially awkward girl wearing all black with a Halloween mask over her head realized that she was being recorded by people with their phones, and in a moment of brilliance decided now would be the time to go viral and spread awareness that Hyperhumans were doing good in other places besides Larissa. She just had to say something cool, something awesome for the headlines. The only thing that came out of her stupid dumb mouth was something she had read dozens of times. The girl, posed like an action figure, turned slowly to the camera’s as her cheeks grew hotter and hotter and said in the shakiest voice ever: “Thou Shalt Not Steal.”

The video that showed on the news ends with her immediately running away.

Grace bore witness to the most embarrassing moment in her life for weeks as the video spread across local new stations and onto the Internet. Joseph played it for a week on loop straight, rolling with laughter. The media did not let it die, and as she continued her work as a “superhero” news stories and head lines reading “The Bible-Thumping Vigilante Smites Another Sinner”, “Hyper Religious Hyperhuman Halts Crime”, and “The Hand of God Crushes a Getaway”. One pundit referred to the girl as “Thumper” for the way she beats criminals like a fiery preacher beats a bible. The name stuck. Eventually, Grace rolled with it. If it rose awareness of Hypes trying to do some good, then so be it. She’d be the crusading weirdo the media wanted, even if it meant sitting and sweating through Sunday sermons while hearing her priest condemn “Thumper” for giving Catholics a bad name.

A pep talk from her brother was all she needed. ”You got superpowers, you gotta be a superhero! It’s, like, Superpowers 101. It’s in Genesis. God made Adam and Eve and was like, eh, I can do better. Then God made Hyperhumans and was like, hell yeah, I nailed it, way to go God. Now go out there, fight some crime, give a few photo ops, and get rich and famous. This was before Greed was a Deadly Sin, mind you, and that jazz isn’t even in the Bible anyway. And I always give to my Church every Sunday, anyway, okay?”

The One Where We Remember to Tip the Waitress - Amongst the Lonesome
The One Where an Old Man Meets the President - No Masters or Kings
The One Where a Politician Grills a Drunk - The Origin

■ Grace’s brother, Joseph, is about three years older than her and serves as her dispatcher and radio back up, as well as runs (and filters most of the hate from) her Facebook and Twitter pages through a Tor proxy to prevent people from tracking down their IP address.
■ Grace has managed to keep her paper thin disguise so far. Her parents know about her powers, and the only reason she can imagine why they haven’t gone to the authorities about her yet is that either they a) don’t care or, more likely, that b) they wouldn’t want the neighbors to know that it was their daughter.
■ Thumper, despite her efforts to do good, is generally disliked. She has miraculously yet to hurt any innocents while taking down a criminal, but the same cannot be said for the amount of money in tax dollars she is bleeding the city for via accidental property damage. She gets a healthy amount of hate on the Internet for being a Hype and for, thanks to the media’s portrayal and her own act of leaning into it, being a religious zealot.
■Sausage and mushrooms are an eternal classic, but pineapples are my fucking jam.

Janelle Lee Hambrick​

Janey​

Blindspot

02/14/1991

25

Transgender Female​

Heterosexual

Janelle is a natural blonde with hair that comes all the way down her back that she normally curls. Even after transitioning at a young age, she still continued to grow to approximately 5'9 without wearing heals. One of her most notable features are her crisp blue eyes that she receives many compliments about. Starting from her face, its very slender and delicate with a slim nose and pouty lips. She has had some facial feminization surgery done after she turned legal age as well as breast augmentation. Even though she has nice natural features, she does wear makeup to enhance those features. Leading down to her body she has a very slim waist, but curvy in all the right places. Since receiving hormones and T-Blockers, they have shaped and tapered her body to be that of a cis woman that she couldn't be more proud of. Janelle tends to work out and eat right to maintain her body shape. As far as clothes go she tends to wear things on the expensive side as she as the means to afford it. You'll never catch her not wearing heels or pumps. A lot of her outfits tend to be revealing and showing lots of skin to make up for the fact she had low self-esteem growing up. Janelle has the look of a diva queen and has a strong presence when she enters a room.

Hyperhuman

Mars

Psionic Invisibility Manipulation - Janelle has the ability to manipulate psionic energy for a number of effects affecting the visible spectrum, including the rendering of herself and other objects invisible, and the construction of solid, invisible force fields. Manipulating this type of energy does not make her a Minerva as she does not have true psychic abilities. Instead she fits more into the Mars category.

Janelle was pretty much born with a silver spoon in her mouth. Actually, she was assigned the pronoun 'him' before she began her journey transitioning into the woman she is today. Janelle was born 'Jackson' on Valentine's Day to her Italian parents in the city of Los Paraíso, California. A few years before she was born, her father had landed a job in one of the top computer software companies in the world. Although entry level at the time, he made more than enough to provide for him and his then son. Janelle was given everything as a child and was quite the spoiled brat at times. Although this wasn't the thing that was troubling her parents. As little 'Jackson' was growing up, they often found him sneaking into his mom's closet and trying on her heels. Over time it got worse to the point he wanted to be called 'she' and didn't want to be referred to as a boy. Immediately Janelle's parents sent her to see a specialist that dealt with Gender Identity Disorder. After a few rigorous tests, they concluded that their son was indeed transgender and was urged to let him transition. Janelle's father was initially opposed to this idea as he had grown up with traditional Italian values, but was forced to make a compromise when he learned young trans kids often commit suicide when they feel they aren't accepted or loved. By the time Janelle reached 11, they started referring to her by her desired name and put her on T-Blockers and Estrogen hormones so she wouldn't go through male puberty. It was also around this time where the software company her father worked for invented a new software that became popular around the world. He was promoted to CEO and became one of the richest men in the country.

It wasn't exactly a pleasant experience for Janelle in school. She went to a private institution and kids were known to be worse there than public school systems. She was bullied and teased relentlessly for who she was and often even teachers resented her. It wasn't a normal day if Janelle's father hadn't threatened to sue the school system on a number of times. This bullying caused Janelle to have low self-esteem and body issues. It wasn't long that her abilities began to manifest themselves out of nowhere. Often times she would look in the mirror and notice herself coming in and out of the visible spectrum. She didn't want to tell anyone about this as she would probably be taken away to a lab and be poked at with needles like a freak. Instead she hid it in secret and practiced what she did on her own. She began to use her powers for personal gain by becoming stealth and 'nudging' her aggressors down the stairs so they would hurt themselves. She felt like a Goddess that could do anything and no one could stop her, or see her for that matter. She developed a diva bitch attitude and made other girls envy her by parading her wealth and new found curvaceous body all over school. Those hormones really set in well. She became a socialite in her school and went on to graduate in the top of her class. She went on to study Psychology in college as well as make a few 'adjustments' to her face and body thanks to he daddy's credit card. Not only did she feel like she was the shit, but she had these awesome powers to boot.

It wasn't before long that she wanted more. With her dad's contacts, she managed to speak to TV producers into getting her on a new show about transgender individuals in the country called TransAmerica. It was becoming one of the hottest reality tv shows to date and Janelle was now on it. She soon became a reality star with the show jet setting her career as a tabloid queen. She is known as the Transgender Kim K across the country and became a household name for being the bitchy blonde. However it was only a matter of time before people found out what she could really do. During a taping of the show, she got into a fight with another one of her cast members. The other girl through a drink at her in which Janelle instinctively through up a force field. This was the first time she used this ability and it was in front of everyone. People ran off screaming and it ruined her life. The show sold the tapes to news stations and tabloids all across the country, showing everyone that she was hyperhuman scum. Since then she had not step foot out of her house in fear that someone would find her. Initially scared of their daughter, her parents got over it and started protecting her. They knew that people would probably be trying to find her so they sent her off to live in their condo in Pointe Bordeaux to lay low for awhile. As of now, she's lived there for about a year without anyone spotting her.

At the moment, Janelle who is this confident girl is living in fear for what others think of her. Fear is driving her to take action and to return to normal. She already felt like she was getting acceptance for being trans and now she seeks to be accepted for being a hyperhuman as well and possibly find others similar to herself. Janelle feels this is probably karma for being such a bitch and wants to better herself and reinvent who she really is. So at the moment she's living in hiding and staying away from tourist and popular spots.

Can't go wrong with a meat lovers pizza with pepperoni, sausage, bacon, etc.

Anthony James Sweetwater​

Tony, Jimmy, AJ, Sweet Tea, The Borg​

June/5/1991

24

Male​

Bisexual with homosexual tendencies

Height: 6ft 4in
Weight: 189
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Slate Grey
Other Attributes: Wyvern tattoo across his chest, each ear pierced once on lower lobes with diamond studs, and has a gnarly scar on his stomach that derives him of a belly button.​
Clothes: Has a tendency to wear darker shades of colors. Some of his favorite colors to wear are; blacks, reds, greens, purples, and the ocasional brown. Polos, slacks, and loafers are his favorite styles, but tries to stay fashionable when needed. Never is without a pair of Beats by Dre on his head or around his neck. Has quite the large hat collection with a variety of styles.

​Homo-Virium

Vulcan

Abilities

Technology Manipulation: Through the production and manipulation of a mysterious mercury like substance Anthony has the ability to manipulate, understand, interface, and control technology. The substance penetrates and takes over the existing electrical components allowing him complete control. Through this he can choose to use the technology in a number of ways. He can deconstruct and reconstruct said object into another machine, or even combine two machines that one would never think can be able to be put together and make a whole new machine. Another use is he can interface with devices with computing components essentially hacking into its hardware and controlling its software with just a thought. Also through the right amalgamation of parts he can essentially "revive" outdated or outmoded technology.

Skills:
Can cook like a pro.
Even without his powers he is a top notch hacker.
A mechanical engineer at heart he can see the potential for constructs in everyday things.
Due to his stint in the boy scouts he has high wilderness survival skills.
Black belt in Judo and Jiu-jitsu.
Extremely fit and in shape, can run a mile in five minutes and can hardly be winded. (Hardly noteworthy due to existance of Mercury-Class hypes, but he is still proud of it.)

Anthony was born to Antoinette and James Sweetwater in Indianapolis Children's Hospital on the fifth of June, 1991. It was raining hard. A freak storm of biblical porportions passed over the city as Anthony came into this world. It seemed with every contraction the storm got worse until finally Anthony's first cries echoed through the maternity ward. As he finally stopped crying and was laid in his mothers arms the sun peeked through the clouds and shone through the window greeting the newborn. With a delivery like that anyone would say the child was special. Oh if they only knew how right they were. Anthony was early for everything. Sitting up on his own, walking on his own. and even his own birth. He was two weeks premature. Developing fast left him with a difficult childhood. No one wanted to play with the five year old who looked liked he was eight or nine, but still acted like a normal five year old.

Lucky enough when he was ten years old he found his niche. His parents signed him up for boy scouts, and thats where he made his first real friend. The two of them were inseperable. They went after the same badges, fought over the same toy, and wore the same clothes. All was fine and dandy until the year Anthony turned fourteen. It was an unnaturally hot day in September and the air conditioner was broke. Anthony and his friend was hanging out after school waiting for their moms ,who worked together, to get off work. Anthony was especially beat by the heat and went to the fridge for a soda. Upon opening the door he wished out loud that they had air conditioning. His wish was granted by the fridge transforming into an air conditioning unit. Spilling the contents every where as it transformed Anthony freaked out calling attention to his firend. Who when seeing the after math asked what happened. Anthony answered that he thought he had just turned the fridge into an air conditioner.

The friend promptly called his bluff to which Anthony then wished out loud for a fridge. When it didn't happen Anthony was confused. That's how it worked before. He then leaned on the machine to look at it closer. He then learned he had to touch the machine. Seeing the air conditioner change back into a fridge Anthony's friend was shocked. Anthony promptly told him he told him so. For the next hour Anthony and friend tested what he could change. Thier moms came home to the fridge an air conditioner, all the tvs in the house morphed into one, and the kids playing with highly modified rc cars. This was not a good day for Anthony as much as he thought. He saw a cool new toy, but his parents saw a freak condition. Doctor after doctor couldn't tell what it was and Anthony's parents were starting to get scared. Not knowing what to do they thought of putting him in an institution. To which a representative of PRCU agreed. An educational institution of course. It was there Anthony spent the rest of his educational years.

While in PRCU he was taught how to control his power and how to defend himself. He made lots of friends there, and even some enemies. He couldn't believe even among outcasts you could be an outcast. When he came out about his sexuality when he was eighteen he was surprised to find out tolerance was still a rare commodity in those days. He had quickly become depressed and angry that so much hate could be in the hated. A professor noticed the changes in the usually upbeat and happy go lucky teen and counseled Anthony through it. Anthony was once again eternally grateful for the PRCU and it's staff. He went on to graduate early and with honors, although not even close to top of the class, but still top fifty. His celebration was short lived though when PRCU was exposed and shutdown. Anthony escaped back to the States and returned home to Indiana. There he found no respite either as his parents denied him after hearing what kind of monsters Hypes could become under the right people. They wanted nothing to do with him. After days of useless pleading Anthony left to make his own life.

Ever since PRCU was shutdown Anthony has been searching the country for purpose and possibly some answers. Finding odd jobs here and there he would also help anyway he could. Homeless shelters, underground hype coalitions, and even volunteer firefighting, he helped. That's what he does, help. So if he can eventually help the PRCU re-establish and gain political footing he'd do whatever it took. Even if he had to become one of those infamous vigilantes. He could see the draw to it. Sometimes the police have their hands full and can't focus on more than what they got. Can't blame a hype for wanting to help. Just blame the bad hypes who abuse their powers. Anthony didn't wholly agree on the PRCU's stance on vigilantes, and how they dealt with the rogue hypes, but they helped him through two of his most difficult times in his life so it was his turn to help them. Recently he heard of a convoy in Louisiana not that long a drive away from his current home in Mobile Alabama. Heard they were looking for some kind of "sanctuary" for hypes. Well if they'd have him he'd be happy to help, and if along the way he can find clues on how to help PRCU return so be it. Strength in numbers right?

*Don't know how to link posts so I hope hiders are ok.
*Meatlovers
*Can't sing worth a damn due to being tone deaf. (Childhood Accident)

​Hyperhuman

Elizabeth Contessa Cane

Goes by Liza. Also known as Helios within the convoy.

09/13/1992

23

Female, She/Her

Asexual

Liza is a Caucasian woman in her mid-20's, thrown into adulthood by the world but still learning her place in the universe. She stands 5'10 high and weighs 115lb. Her hair is a dark, silky brown, and kept shorn, her eyes a shimmering pale blue. She has angular, arguably-androgynous features, with a strong brow and a slender neck, to compliment the rest of her slim frame.

She has light burning on her right arm, and heavy burns and muscular damage on her left calf, causing the leg to weaken requiring a brace. Her lower neck also sports some light lashes of burn scars.​

​Homo-Virium/Hyperhuman

Mars

Thermokinesis - The manipulation of heat.

Liza is able to manipulate the residual kinetic energy of ambient atoms and focus them in a central location, where the concentrated heat then creates a sphere of intense and extreme heat which ignites and stabilises itself - for the layman, she pulls heat from her surroundings to create a mini-sun.

Liza is then able to manipulate this sphere - guiding it, throwing it, withdrawing it - and can also change its size. This sphere becomes an extension of herself and is her only tool.

Liza can only create and maintain one sphere at a time - if she wants to create another, she must release the first.
She cannot draw more heat in to build into an existing sun - each new sun is fixed in intensity.
She cannot manipulate heat in any other way than the creation of her suns.
She can change the size of an existing sun, though doing this affects its intensity, decreasing further the greater the sun grows, and increasing the smaller it becomes.
She cannot maintain a sun while unconscious.
She cannot create a sun without any/enough ambient heat.

Liza is not immune to the heat her suns give off, or any heat source in general.

Due to her effectiveness revolving around wielding her sun, Liza has practiced herself in gymnastics and acrobatics, keeping herself agile, flexible, and light on her feet. She has also taught herself some tolerance to heat due to the temperatures her power forces her to deal with, but she still burns as easily as anyone else.

Baby girl, bald, born September, 1992. Elizabeth Contessa - mother's and father's choice respectively. Cane, old family, bad connotations - infighting, murder. No one's choice. To be Lizzy for her first eleven years, Liza thereafter until now. Contessa isn't brought up. Raised by loving mother and doting father, though the latter's work made him distracted, tense, and the family moved a lot. House after house, city after city, state after state. Difficult to cement a relationship when you're born into drifters. Attempted nonetheless. Succeeded with scarcity, but appreciated what she had: a good family. A proud upbringing.

Twelve years until they settled; Liza was a fresh start for a 'grown up girl'; her own words. Middle school was finally stable; time now for crushes and bullying turning into pressured kisses. Liza liked boys, seceded to the expectations of her peers and parents. It wasn't until four years down the line that Liza realized there was a growing schism between her and the teenagers around her; cooties were still cooties to her, heavy breaths and fumbling hands unwanted, though often attempted. Insistence plagued her: insistence of her parents that she 'just hadn't met the right man yet'; insistence of her friends that she just wasn't doing it 'the right way'; insistence of boys that they could be the one to 'make it feel good'. Eventually, it was just the insistence that she wasn't normal - that a switch inside her simply hadn't been flipped 'on'. Liza had accepted it, sought emotional attachment instead. Her desires seemed to be brushed aside by the apparent sacrifice fulfillment would entail. Eventually, boys stopped trying. They knew she was weird. They knew she didn't have what they wanted. And when the boys stopped bothering, all of a sudden Liza found she had little to talk about with friends. Instead, she sought out the like-minded, those with preferences that deviated from the accepted societal norm. She found them easily, but somehow, her own deviation was still an anomaly, still bizarre and incomprehensible. It was made invisible, dismissed. She had no place at their meetings, in their community. She was weird to them, too.

All of a sudden, Liza's friends stopped too. Middle School continued and finished with a dull taste in Liza's mouth; High School offered little more to her palate. And so it was that Liza came to and passed through her adolescence, an event that marked her abnormal, cast a dividing line between her and her peers. There was scare else that could separate her further - but it happened regardless. The universe cares not for small odds.

Hyperhuman. There have been few such divisive terms in Mankind's history, but it is arguable that the recent emergence of a better human being has been perhaps the single most controversial event in world history. And yet Liza, at young 19, found herself thrust into these annals of time. Homo-Virium, Mankind version 2.0. Suns, she created. Heat focused into balls of fire. Scary. Dangerous. Thrilling, to a young Liza with little else to do in her free time. She was impressive, distinctive. Hyper-humanity was not invisible. The world would be forced to notice her.

And notice her it did. A lot of burns, in the early testing, young probing. Before the suns became a regular occurrence. Her first sun was a lesson Liza would not soon forget; the brace that helps her walk will ensure that alone. Other scars keep other lessons constant. Her suns are stable now, reliable. But her self-made injuries did nothing to stay the objections to her potential danger; her parents became afraid. Her peers stopped calling her 'weird', began calling her 'freak'. There was no greater barrier to cast between Liza and her peers, her elders, her youngers. Her parents loved her - but they did not accept her. And so it was until graduation.

Then the convoy arrived. Bands of Hyperhumans drawn together for support. Truly, this was Liza's community, more than her parents, more than her peers, more than the LGBT groups. It was with only a few tears she left her home to travel with this new family; it was with speed they fled yet more opponents to their existence.

Liza remains with the convoy today. They are the only circle she has ever truly been part of; the only people she can trust not to question her. She is both Liza and Lizzy to this new family; she is Contessa; but most importantly, she is Helios. Hyperhuman.

BELONGING - Liza's asexuality has, by and large, led to being alienated by old friends who don't understand (or accept) her sexuality, and crushes who, despite romantic feelings being present, feel a relationship is unmanageable without the sexual element. Liza sought refuge in her minority, but found the LGBT scene itself to be dismissive in its reception of those on the aro/ace spectrum, leading Liza further afield in search of somewhere to fit in. Her Hype status only compounded this issue as it is, to Liza, another wall between 'her' and 'normal people'. With no friends remaining, the convoy is all she has left to feel like home.

SAFETY - Liza's ability has proven itself to be exceptionally dangerous - reckless and impracticed use when she was younger and still exploring resulted in property damage around their home, as well as bodily damage to herself: minor burns on her lower neck remind her why she keeps her hair short these days, and the brace around her leg - needed after her very first sun resulted in terrible burns, muscle damage and scarring, weakening the leg - is a constant reminder about how destructive her powers really are. Liza knows that she is not the only hype whose ability serves little practical, non-offensive purpose, but neither does it secure complete invulnerability against those anti-Hype persons who would bring harm upon her and her loved ones. Perhaps within the convoy, she will need her ability a little less, and can receive a little more tutoring - or at least find a hype that can heal.

-Liza's Leg Brace.
-Wears a removable pressure bandage on her burnt arm to relieve some existing pain.
-Anchovies.

​Jon Turner. It's not his real name, merely the latest of his many pseudonyms

He's gone by a lot of different names over the centuries, mostly by necessity, and while he's been fond of some of them he's unlikely to share them with anyone now. Leave the past in the past, that's Jon's motto, even if he struggles to live by it.​

03/15/1820

195

Male​

The first thing somebody will notice upon meeting Jon is that he's big. Real big. Bigger than just about anyone else in the room. Now if you were to measure him he only just tops 6'2", and while that is tall it isn't enough to warrant the sheer sense size that he extrudes. Likewise, while broad and brawny, this single fact still doesn't equal to scope of largeness that he encapsulates. It's something indescribably that leads one to surmise he is gigantic, a primal aura that surrounds and suffuses him, making him seem to tower head and shoulders over other people.

He keeps his curly hair and beard short, the once uniform black now shot with iron grey, a fact that bothers him not a jot. In fact, he feels the grey makes him look distinguished, though he'd never admit out loud to such a superficial fancy. His features appear to be chiselled out of granite, and he tries to show just as much emotion. He isn't a man who typically allows himself to outwardly express his inner feelings, or at least not in any ostentatious manner, instead endeavouring to affect a casually impassive air, though the act is a flimsy one, as the years have forced him to admit that he is a man ruled by his passions. This shows as cracks in his cool façade, the clench of a jaw as something angers him, the twitch of an eyelid when he has to deal with fools, the twist of the lips as he fights the urge to smile.

He always comes dressed to the nines, preferring understated tailored suits and jackets of dark colouring. He is partial to matching his suits with a suitable waistcoat, a practical decision as much as cosmetic one, as a waist coat allows a man more pockets to conceal things. He affects no jewellery or sartorial adornments other than expensive belts, and an old fashioned pocket watch. He prefers riding boots to shoes, a quirk he's held ever since he's youth.

Runic tattoos adorn the backs of his hands, pectoral muscles, and shoulder blades. The few times he's met other Magni they've assumed they served as conduits to better focus his powers. The truth, however, is far more mundane. He got them while drunk.

​Magni

Morteni

Wields the power of a venerable and practised Magi, though it's with the ruinous skills of a Morteni that he finds he truly excels. He has a few preferred tricks, such as carving fell runes into the caps of his bullets before firing them, guaranteeing the death of anyone struck by them, or placing hands upon a person and draining their vitality until they are nothing more than a withered husk, though it should be noted he is capable of snatching a beings life force without physical contact, it's just much easier that way.

His absolute favourite technique though, the one he uses more than any other, is actually one of his least flashy. It is to merely remind his victims of their mortality, to use they're own specific fears of the grave against them in their own personal hells. For instance if one man is afraid of drowning, then Jon will lock him in a grim fantasy of being lost at sea during a storm, the man's strength gradually giving up in the face of the tempest, left with no other option than to slowly succumb to the cold grasp of the sea, and to sink down into the ink dark waters, lungs burning as he realizes there's no other way out, nothing else awaiting him than a watery grave. Jon doesn't even need to know what these fears are to use this power, he merely serves as the nudge that sends the victim spiralling into their own nightmares. The effects this has own people is myriad, but mostly they are left babbling in terror, lost in their own delusions. Those of weak constitutions have even died from being subjected to this horror.

However Jon hasn't really utilized his powers as a Magi in decades, and as such has become 'rusty'. Where once his spells would roll of his tongue with all the grace of the familiar name of a lover, now he stumbles upon the words like a student learning a new language. His halting magecraft is not just as simple a thing as being out of practice though, it's more down to his own apprehension about using his own powers. Too many times in the past has he tried to utilize his gifts for good, only for it to end in disaster. He has come to see the Vis as a drug, and his use of it akin to a junkie giving in to his habit. The powers of a Morteni he finds especially intoxicating, and especially detrimental to his better judgement.

It should probably go without saying that he has almost no affinity for Sani magic’s, as manipulating the Lux to heal and protect runs completely contrary to his Morteni sensibilities. He knows just enough to seal a cut or set a broken bone, but the act of doing such is incredibly taxing.

Has fought in two wars, and spent years performing as both a law man and a bounty hunter. Knows how to fight, track and shoot. He was once an accomplished quick draw.

Believes himself to have quite a deep understanding of the human condition, though he's willing to admit that he's quite the cynic, and constantly views other with a jaded eye.

Can play the guitar reasonably well.

Born to African American slaves in early nineteenth century Virginia.

Lives the life of a slave for nine years, until his father joins Nat Turner's ill fated slave rebellion in 1831. The rebellion is crushed, Jon's mother, who never formerly joined the rebellion is killed to set a bloody warning for the other slaves. Jon, still young and relatively healthy, is spared by his masters, who pragmatically decide they can still get many more years of work from him. Though Jon desires vengeance, he has just witnessed what standing up for oneself actually gets one. He keeps his head down.

In 1835 he see's his chance for freedom, and escapes into the north. Though he would have liked to have extracted some form of revenge from his former owners, he was under no allusions as to his own capablities or the obstacles facing him if he pursued that path, feeling it was wiser to forgo his own desires to escape and earn the freedom his parents had wanted for him, as that would be the truly right thing to do if he was to honour their memories. He would later find out, after finally crossing the Canadian border, that his former owners killed twenty slaves in an effort to find out where he had dissapeared to, not out of any real desire to catch him, but as an effort to dissuade any other slaves from making escape attempts.

While in Canada he meets a man going by the name of Elon Rothfuss. Elon claims to be a Magi, a being able to wield great magic. He goes on to state his belief that Jon is also a Magi. While Jon is initially skeptical, he is eventually won over, and agrees to tutor under Elon. The apprenticeship of a Magi is a long, slow process, but Jon revelled in the power it gave him, after feeling powerless for so long. He showed the beginnings of being a highly talented Magi.

In 1852, Jon becomes restless. He looks at the plight of the slaves and realizes that he now had the power to actually do something about their problems. Elon, however, disagrees, and tries to convince Jon that he isn't quite as powerful as the younger man believes. They fight, going their seperate ways, Jon going south. Jon attempts to free a plantation of slaves, though the attempt goes disastrously. He and the escapees are tracked and caught, Jon being injured by the southern owners and left for dead. He survives, but only barely.

After his first, great failure he retreats north once more, looking for Elon, hoping to make ammends. He never finds him, and is left alone with his feelings of inadequacy. For several years he mopes, ignoring his skills as a Magni to instead work on his skills as a drunkard.

Civil War breaks out in 1961, this proving enough to break depressions hold on Jon. He joins the North and fights through the war.

After the war was won he held many jobs, all the while practicing his magic. At one point he became a sheriffs deputy in a small gold rush town, where he witnessed the towns populac murder a mexican family due to nothing else than racial prejudices. He chose the path of a Morteni, and with his new found powers he slaughtered the towns inhabitants, all 97 of them.

After that he became a bounty hunter, one known for ruthlessly gunning down his marks. That lasted until the turn of the century, when he hung up his guns. He also stopped practicin magic, feeling his skills were too tightly entwined with his Morteni sensibilties to make themselves truly useful in civilian life.

Travelled to Mississipi to become a Delta Blues guitarrist. Recorded one record, though it has very few surving copies today. He married a white girl, and they had a daughter together. White supremicists took umbridge, killed his wife and tried to kill him. They failed, and he extracted swift and terrible justice, though the aftermath made him sick. He realized he was an unfit parent and gave his young daughter up for adoption.

He wouldn't fight again until the forties, when he joined the allied's efforts against Nazi Germany. For once he felt justified in pursuing violent justice, as if anyone deserved to have guns levelled against him it was the Nazis. He took part in D-Day, one of the most horrific engagements in human history. . . and enjoyed it. His savage joy in the face of combat terrified his comrades, and it was the frightened looks in their faces that made him realize that, other by the magic of a Morteni inside him or by some unbalance psychosis in his head, that he held a monster inside. For the remainder of the war he worked hard at tempering himself, never quite succeeding.

As a way to make up for past wrongs he joined the 1960's peace movement, though was never the most commited of members. It was a pipedream, he knew, to end war. Men just enjoyed killing each other too much. He knew that better than most.

Opened a music shop in Pointe Bordeux.

Honestly, he doesn't know. Has he decided to hitch his wagon to the hypes in a long overdue quest for redemption, is it out of a dislike to see the rights and freedoms of others quashed by those in power, or is it out of a simple ennui? He suspects rather than being one of the above, it is actually a combination of all three, along with dozens of other smaller motivations. After all, his long years have taught him that men aren't so simple as to be easily boiled done to one simple want or need, and he is under no allusions as to believe himself any different.

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I'm not fussy when it comes to pizza. As long as it doesn't have pineapple I'm happy. Gherkins are always welcome though.