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Name: Konrad Locke
Age: 19
Gender: Male

Ability:
Fleshcraft: Konrad is able to alter the skin, tissue, musculature and skeletal framework of his body, contracting or expanding it, altering pigmentation and thickness of his skin and so on. The transformative process, while varying dependent on the scale of the transformation take roughly between thirty seconds and a minute to complete and is disturbing to behold, muscle rippling under the skin like wax and punctuated by sudden spasms as the bones beneath break and reform. The scale of the transformation also dictates the amount of time Konrad may hold to that shape before returning to his original dimensions, so that a ten foot tall giant with skin like a rhinoceros may be held for less than a minute, whereas a form much like his own but with an extra inch of height or smoothed out finger prints may be held without much trouble for several hours. For reasons currently unknown, while the transformative process only produces mild discomfort, the restorative process is remarkably painful, with smaller alterations leaving Konrad panting, and larger ones leaving him in debilitating agony for minutes after.

Background:
Konrad was not born in London, instead growing up in one of the rougher areas of Liverpool in the North of England. When he was seventeen his younger brother had run afoul of a pair of local delinquents who had ambushed him on the way home from school, leaving him with broken ribs and a dislocated shoulder. Young and impetuous, Konrad had gone out after the two boys, intent on retaliation for his injured brother. In the fight that ensued after Konrad found the pair, one of them fell (or was pushed, to this day Konrad cannot remember clearly) and landed badly, cracking his skull on the pavement and suddenly falling still. With the situation abruptly out of hand, both Konrad and the remaining boy panicked and ran, the former thinking clearly enough after a time to call an ambulance before sprinting the rest of the way home.

The next few days were spent hidden in the garage of his uncle’s house while his family tried to learn exactly how much trouble Konrad was in. Through a friend of his mothers who worked as a nurse, Konrad learned that the boy had survived to the hospital, but had not regained consciousness, remaining comatose with doctors unable to say when he might wake up.

With his whereabouts already being asked by the police, and knowing that he would almost certainly be charged with murder if the boy died in the coma, Konrad was convinced by his family to run, fleeing from Liverpool a couple of nights later. Over the last two years Konrad has moved from city to city, losing himself in the crowd, working his way steadily down the country, taking whatever jobs didn’t require identification and never staying in a single place more than a couple of months.

Konrad came to London a little over a month ago, with an eye towards perhaps getting to Dover and out of the country by boat. Unfortunately finding a job thus far has been tricky and the little money he had saved is fast running out.
On March 1st, Konrad had been living in a decrepit hotel out near the east end, trying to decide if he should continue to look for work or trek to Dover on foot. Suddenly though of course, that was all turned on its head. That day was bizarre, terrifying even, the knowledge appearing inside his head doing little to limit the shock (and pain) Konrad felt as his abilities began to manifest. Alone in a cordoned off city, wielding incredible capabilities with no idea of where they came from or what will happen to those that have them, Konrad has never felt more vulnerable. However, amid all the jumbled feelings since that day, there is a sliver of something else, hope; for the first time in over two years, Konrad potentially has the beginnings of a way out.

Appearance:
Konrad is of average height, with a build that, while not bulky, is almost entirely muscle; product of a less than comfortable existence the last two years. Heavy brows top a pair of hazel eyes under which lurks a nose clearly broken more than once. His dark brown hair is shaved short and a few days stubble shadow his cheeks. For the most part, Konrad does his best to look utterly usual, a person almost certain to be quickly forgotten.

Personality:
Konrad is a wary guy, well used to keeping his head down and not letting anyone know him too well. Convinced that it is only a matter of time before the police kick in his door, Konrad hasn’t developed any new friendships since leaving Liverpool, believing it would be better for those would-be friends and safer for him to keep people at arm’s length. Despite his inherent caution, Konrad is not an introvert by nature, and a dedicated effort on another’s part would find him a young man who has been tempered by his last few years, but still cares deeply for his friends and family, a man who, while prone to bouts of melancholy and silence, will speak his mind when needed, either with solid, dependable advice or occasionally a (admittedly grim humoured) joke.

Name: Alanis Cosette

Age: 23

Origin: Tours, France

Gender: Female

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Gift/Power: Alanis has the talent to control Metallic objects around her. If there is none readily available to her, she can create it herself.. More often than not, she does her best to keep enough metal with her so she is able to avoid the energy cost that is required to make something out of nothing. As she favors bladed weapons, she often creates variations of knives and swords in lue of anything as complicated as a firearm.

History: Coming from the city of Tours, Alanis believed herself to be the sole heir of an aristocratic family that could stretch their lineage back to the French Revolution. Her father is very high in the social ladder of France and even has some political pull in the current government while her mother took to raising the young girl. Her mother was a very soft-spoken but spirited woman who raised her with a kind heart and a strong sense of common morality.

Around the age of 15, she and her family moved to London due to her father's job, keeping her within the city for the next 6 years... or longer now it seemed. On the afternoon of her awakening, she did not feel anything out of the normal, minus the sudden realization that she was now able to play around with metal in a way that did not require any of the necessary tools. While sitting at her table for Lunch, she took to messing around with the fork she was holding, bending it into the shape of a cat roughtly twice the size of a monopoly piece.

Almost minutes after she completed the action, she heard a series of crashes, what sounded like a roar with some screams thrown in and what sounded like a running animal. Standing up, she peered out her window only to see an overturned car and what looked like shredded cloth on the road, causing her to furrow her brow in clear confusion before she allowed her curtains to fall closed. Wondering what had happened, she stepped outside to look along the street, barely catching what looked like a large canine rounding the corner at the end of the road.

Frowning, she recalled something the government had said during their installation, she began to wonder if the oddity of her changing the spoon had anything to do with the quarantine they had instilled on the city. A quarantine that had been instilled with little to no explaination, something that suddenly made more sense now that she had just messed up one of her forks and seen a large canine run down the road. Wanting to see her parents, she decided to pack a few articles of clothing and an emergency kit for the trip she would have to take the following day.

Personality: Alanis is often a soft spoken girl and very shy. When alone, she tends to stay away from dark areas and other people, but if someone tries to approach her, she usually turns and runs. When it comes to her friends, she speaks often and tries her best to help them, as she is also a very caring person and hates to see people suffer unnecessarily. Even if she does not know the person, more often than not she will run to someone's aid if she sees them getting hurt and when she is mad, you better watch out, it's not pretty for the person or the surrounding buildings.

Name: Nicole “Tennessee” Woods
Age: 26
Gender: Female
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Personality: Tennessee was what one would have considered the quintessential good girl. Even from miserable beginnings, she dug herself up and had to decide what sort of person she was going to be. At different times in her life, she tried to fit other molds, but she just didn't belong there. She was too caring to pretend like she wasn't. So, she was a smart ass, but concerned with morality and moving beyond what she'd seen. At heart, she just wanted to live in peace and contentment, and for the people who seemed diametrically opposed to those very simple desires to kindly piss off. Simple pleasures.

For the past few years, Tennessee had become more and more interested in the philosophy of Buddhism and finding her own inner peace. That's not to say she was as restrained as a monk or as flambuoyant as a new age artist deciding to paint using their own naked body as opposed to brushes (not that there's anything wrong with that, assuming the artist is hygenic). It does mean, however, that she had become a pacifist in that time... a worldview that really does not mesh well with her current circumstances, where it's everyone for themselves.

Ability: Nicole gained control over the dead. She has the ability to animate corpses, to peruse their senses, and even use the abilities of the fallen. Initially, she can animate a limited number of the undead. Starting out, she can animate about 5 human bodies at a time, perhaps a few more if they're children, much more if they're small animals. While she can animate these bodies using normal human abilities and motion, however, it takes far more concentration to animate a body with super powers. She can only utilize the body's abilities to the extent of her own power level (meaning if she found the corpse of a very powerful telekinetic but was still at her newly awakened state, she could only operate that corpse to the same capacity it could have at its newly awakened state). She also loses capacity to control other corpses while she does so. If the corpse or corpses that she controls are decapitated or damaged beyond function, at this stage, she is unable to mend or salvage them.

Background: Nicole was born and raised in the southern United States, specifically Tennessee, and this was especially noticeable in her southern drawl. She had a rough upbringing but placed an importance on her education despite it. She was studying abroad in London and living with flatmates (who had affectionately nicknamed her “Tennessee” because of her dialect).

March 1st seemed rather uneventful. It began around 12:00 with Tennesee and her roommates, Danica and Sarah, waking to what sounded like distant thunder. They went about their day and talked amongst themselves, laughing and having conversations about whatever came to mind for about the first 30 minutes or so, until Danica pointed out that a huge mob of people were running through the streets, which were jammed with traffic at a standstill, and even those drivers were sometimes abandoning their cars to run. The three of them watched this river of people, speculating as to why they were fleeing as they were. The booms of thunder were growing louder, or so it seemed, and Tennessee commented that it sounded more like the cannon fire she'd heard at civil war re-enactments near her hometown.

The three of them saw a man crawling alongside building facades, watching the crowd. He was crawling sideways, like one might have imagined Spiderman doing, and they watched and pointed at him. Then he jumped a pedestrian and they lost him behind the cover of a van. They were all alarmed, of course, and trying in vain to call emergency services, when the man emerged from behind the van holding a blood and dismantled torso... and with additional limbs attached to his own body. They all screamed, of course, and were between panicking and tears at the surrealism. The booms got louder, and they lost their humanoid in the throngs of people. The booms stopped for a time, then abruptly the van in front of the building exploded into fire and shrapnel. The booms were coming from a man hurling vehicle-sized fireballs at anything and everything in his path, with a wicked grin from ear-to-ear. He then started in on the buildings, throwing fire and torching everything he passed. That was when the three of them ran and took to the back stairs, as far away from him as that could get.

Sarah and Danica, while panicking and scared and even crying at times, were, thankfully, not freezing up in the situation. They stuck together and kept to the alleys behind their building. They weren't eager to join the mob and be preyed upon. Of the three, though, Tennessee had this feeling of... otherness, for lack of a better word, that she attributed to shock. She became more and more aware of it as they traveled together, this feeling that something was off, this awareness of things that she shouldn't have felt aware of. She was seeing flashes of things that weren't within her own field of vision, feeling sensations that didn't belong to her own body, and they were only getting stronger and more numerous as the carnage continued.

It was only when the three of them found themselves face-to-face with a strangely vacant-looking young man that she would realize what was happening. He looked at them at first, then he was gone in an instant. They were all afraid, of course, but all he'd done was disappear before their eyes. It was the most present and tangible silence Tennessee had ever experienced in the seconds that followed. What happened next was that Danica's head twisted and cracked at an unnatural angle, and she and Sarah began to run together. Tennessee felt a smashing blow to the back of her head and hit the ground hard. It was hard for her to rouse herself, but she caught sight of Sarah struggling and fighting against seemingly nothing as her buttoned shirt was being torn down the front. It was apparent that the being they'd seen was invisible. The thing is, Tennessee was still face down on the cement. The eyes she looked through were not her own... but Danica's.

She moved through Danica's limbs, stretching out this body that wasn't damaged and letting her own safely lie still as if dead. She picked her up as silently as she could and moved the damaged neck around, aware of limitations in its range of motion that she should not have had. All at once, she threw all of Danica's weight at the nothingness that was stripping Sarah on the pavement. She felt the force of impact with the body and wrapped her arms around it with Danica's body, even as she began to move her own. Danica's body clamped her legs and arms around him, and there was a sort of shimmer where he was, like heat coming off of the pavement. Danica jolted her head forward and bit into the side of the invisible man's neck, forcing her jaws closed with all the pressure she was capable of. Blood spurted out of him and he screamed in pain and anger, and while the corpse struggled against him, Tennessee pulled Sarah to her feet and fled.

Tennessee struggled against the man, watching as he lost concentration and revealed his bloody body, responding to his attacks. He was fighting the corpse, dealing vicious attacks, but neither Danica nor Tennessee felt the pain in Danica's body any longer. She fought him like she had nothing to lose, because she had nothing to lose... Danica was gone. There was only Tennessee, in both bodies, until the invisible man crushed the corpse's head.

Sarah was rattled beyond words, crying and sobbing for both what almost became of her, and her fear of Danica's mobilized corpse. It was then that Tennessee, just as distraught, confessed to her that she was the one steering it. She didn't know how, or why, but she was in tune with all of the corpses in range. She felt like she was slumped against a steering wheel here, or the pressure of being impaled upon a knife there, even the crude pavement between her, as if she had but to get up in numerous bodies. The most sickening fact though was that the sensation was growing with every death, the potential to take control rising with every tragedy. Of the two, Sarah had become Tennessee's good friend... her best friend. They'd shared things about their lives and pasts that none other knew. They'd shared laughter and tears, personal experiences, everything about each other... and in that moment, Sarah looked at her like she was a monster waiting to attack, screaming to be left alone, fleeing from her, and Tennessee didn't give chase... just sort of sank to the pavement and curled it upon herself. Whatever happened... she was going to be facing it alone.

Other: Feel free to NPC the enemies in the history :3

Name: Dominic 'Don' Harvey
Age: 27 (just turned)
Gender: Male
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Personality: His been very different depending on his age. Until he was 18, he was probably the closest thing to a saint that you could get.Very kind, generous and also very spiritual and his always volunteered at animal shelters with his mother, loving animals of all kinds...

When his mother who was basically all the family he had died, so did his spirituality. He changed a lot. He was still often social, usually the one to get everyone to laugh at parties he and his friends would often frequent. Speaking very sarcastically often for humor sake, he was still very chivalrous toward women and treated them with utmost respect, as his mom meant the world to him. Though far more rough around the edges, as he was very aggressive toward other males, especially those who would speak ill of him or his mother. He often was reckless with not caring about the consequences.

He learned to love and only listen to metal, marijuana, alcohol, tattoo's and fast cars. Frequenting large parties that involved at least three of the five. However, that reckless behavior changed when he found the love of his life. Who made him quit both alcohol and marijuana and his more reckless behavior for several years. Today? He wouldn't be able to tell you what his personality was...

Ability: Animal morphing: His unique ability revolves around changing into animals, whether they're around, exotic, or simply extinct. Though a bizarre limitation is they actually had to exist. He can change almost instantly without needing an extreme amount of concentration, not usually constrained by a specific time limit. Often even changing from one animal, right to another. He does have quite a few weakness, for instance is he is not in full control of his power. He can sometimes change into the wrong thing, not change at all when he desire to. Change with he doesn't desire to. In rare cases, temporarily forget his memories and change his mindset into the animal he has become. Luckily it hasn't majorly effected his mental health and memories do return, or psychically. He does suffer from the occasional sharp migraine, which is also when his powers are the most likely to act up.

Background: He lived most of his life with his single mother, in the west of USA. specifically in Oregon. His mother spent most of her life trying to make the lives of other better. Spending most of her time as a charity organizer or volunteering at her church since she was also very religious or at the local animal shelters or helping out at the boys and girls club. She didn't make money from any of these activities. Able to do this from the rather extensive life insurance policy her husband left for her, when he passed away from a tragic car accident on his way from a particularly rainy day from work. Only a week after the birth of Dominic. She didn't spend her time grieving and being depressed, deciding to follow her dreams, to not have to work and spend her time just looking after her son and helping everyone in need. She almost always took her son to these events to help out. He didn't mind, in fact he was also excited to help out. He honestly didn't complain about anything life threw at him, he considered himself content and happy.

When is mother died, from being stabbed to death from a mugger one fateful night she went out on his birthday of all times. He was looked after by all his friends he had made unfortunately they also were self proclaimed rebels and party animals. They all took him into that lifestyle which was quite contrasting from his first 18 years. Changing his personality and behavior as they spent more and more time together at the constant parties they would go to, getting high and drunk and having good times at the expense of others. They gave him his first tattoo at 19, a black heart with MOM in the middle, on his upper right leg to honor his mothers passing. It didn't stay his only tattoo for long as he continued to his reckless lifestyle for several years.

Until, due to losing a drinking bet. He was forced to go to a dating website where he ended up meeting his girlfriend, Alice and his reason he went to London in the first place. She was everything to him in a rather short time, they would spend their entire days talking to one another over the internet. Making him quit drinking and smoking and his other reckless behavior. Nearly 4 years they spent together, they even got engaged and sent each other rings. Deciding to make a new life with her in London, move into a place together and that's exactly what he did.

He had been in London for approximately a month now, living in his girlfriend's small apartment, while they found a place to move. He was out looking to get a job most of the day, it was March 1st, his birthday. He could only imagine what surprise his fiancee had in store when he went up the stairs to reach his girlfriend's door, he could hear another man talking “about their love together”. He quickly open the door, he froze in completes shock seeing her shirt-less and bra-less, kissing another man, a total stranger that he never saw before on the lips. She shoved him away, the words that escaped her lips. “This is not what you think it is.” He never felt so betrayed, angry, everything in his mind got clouded by a darkness of sorts, he glared daggers at the strange man, he wanted the man dead. Suddenly his mind seemed to shut off, he only felt one emotion anger. He had turned into a wolf right before both of their eyes, he lunged at the stranger knocking him on of his feet, biting down on his throat and savagely clawing into him. Within a minute he changed back and remembered what he did, looking at his bloodstained hands in horror of what he had just done. What the hell had just happened? He knew his girlfriend was right by him, he couldn't even look at her face. The only thing he could think to do was to bolt of his girlfriend's apartment. The proceeding day, he was in a cheap motel mainly so he had a bed to sleep in, having absolutely no idea what to do...

Other: His nickname 'Don' came from his girlfriend accidentally messing up his name the first few times they talked to each other, which he found humorous and the nickname stuck despite being slightly inaccurate compared to his real name.