Heather Abrams

21

Female

Heather stands at 5 feet 9 inches. She has an athletic build due to gym visits and regular yoga classes, as well as her constant walking at her waitress job. She weighs roughly 128 lbs (though she'll bring it down if she's telling anyone). She has long, blonde hair that falls to her shoulders. Her eyes are a mix of green and gray, with more hints of green in them. She has white skin. She has a beauty mark on the right side of her chin. Her physique is curvy. She is a C-cup. On an average day, Heather would be seen wearing as close to trendy clothing as she can afford on her budget. She especially loves camisoles, light jackets, jeans, and boots. Her favorite colors are dark red and yellow and will incorporate those colors in her wardrobe. She wears clothing that would be considered "girly", but, on her off days, she isn't afraid of going outside in a T-shirt and sweatpants. She also has her favorite gold earrings her mom gave her on her 16th birthday. She only wears them on special occasions.

Charismatic: Heather is good at talking to people. This is evident especially at her job when she is trying to get a really good tip or flirt with a cute guy she likes. She is a friendly sort and enjoys talking to people in general.
Athletic:Whether it's doing yoga or playing ball with the boys, Heather likes to get out there and do it. She goes jogging and goes to the gym, but her favorite thing to do is yoga. She hasn't mastered the poses yet, but she's close!
Mixologist:Not a skill that could save a life, but Heather has a flair for working with alcohol and likes making different drinks.

It all started that night on the beach.

At first, she thought it was an accident. A trick of the mind. She was experiencing with some really strong alcohol at the time. Her friends were drunk also, laughing incoherently at some joke that was said hours ago. She giggled too. Yeah, she was out of it. She must have just thought she saw the loose piece of driftwood on the beach move by itself. She looked at it again. And it moved. She stopped giggling and dropped the cup in her hand. The others continued their shenanigans while Heather moved towards the piece of wood. This time, she focused, as best she could, on that piece of wood. With as much will as she could muster, she saw the piece of wood move in front of her and levitate in the air. After a brief few seconds, she panicked and screamed and the piece of driftwood was sent flying.

It was a mixed bag of emotions after that night at the beach. Maybe if she didn't draw attention to herself by screaming she could have played it off and continued life as normal. However, being partially drunk meant that she wasn't very good at hiding facts and so when her friends asked her what was wrong, she told them. They, of course, didn't believe her. And, stupidly drunk, Heather thought it was necessary to prove them wrong and demonstrated. She was proud of it, in fact. Her friends, not so much.

She never thought she would be classified as a Meta-Human. She heard the word tossed around along with a few other words in a negative context. But after that show on the beach her life turned from normal to abnormal. Her parents grew concerned, and rightly so. Heather's mother had a brother who also had a superhuman ability. They heard horror stories of Meta-Human camps, prisons, tests and so forth. Heather begged them not to tell, but it was only a matter of time before NEST heard of it and she was taken to be tested. Although they assured her she was not in any danger, Heather could feel that if she was deemed "dangerous" in any sense, she would be taken care of. They asked her to demonstrate what she can do. Focusing all she could to make sure she wouldn't fly off the handle, she demonstrated her telekinetic abilities to the NEST testers. After what seemed like hours, she was deemed "suitable" and was able to return to her life.

Now, Heather is a 21 working girl in the city. She is a waitress/bartender as a popular, tourist restaurant and makes a decent living. She lives with her best friend Diana and has a relatively good life. Though she says she doesn't want to use her powers, she has been known to move the TV remote closer to her or give a particularly mean customer an uncomfortable wedgie. She is determined to live as close to a normal life as possible, even with her superhuman abilities.

However, Meta-Humans aren't quite capable of having a normal life.

Power Class:Cerebral

Heather has the ability to move objects/matter with her mind. This can range from a book on the table to the man walking across the street. She is able to do various things with it, such as levitate the object around, keep the object from moving (binding it in place), and pull/push the object. Giving more power to it, Heather could blast the object with a greater force.

Heather can form telekinetic bullets or use small objects as bullets. She can "shoot" these bullets with force behind them. The bullets themselves are light blue in color and are about the size of a handgun's bullets. The bullets themselves can be as powerful as she wants them to be, given the amount of force behind them.

Heather is able to crate a telekinetic force barrier to protect her from oncoming objects and damage. The barrier cannot be seen to the naked eye.

Part of the reason Heather tries to keep in shape is to keep her energy levels up and, thus, her mind at tip-top shape. Although Heather is able to lift small objects with little to no effort, the greater the object she wants to lift, the greater the amount of effort it will take to achieve it. Same with pushing/pulling, blasting, and binding the object. Heather's telekinetic bullets can be forced with ease, but she is only able to create five bullets at a time, or use only 2 small objects as bullets. The more objects or bullets she uses, the greater the effort it will take on her part. The bullets cannot go through solid foundations, like buildings, but they can go through people with enough force. The more force, the more strain. The barrier is able to protect Heather, but only in the direction she is looking at. She would be unable to block an attack from behind. If the force is especially strong, the barrier could break. Holding the barrier for long periods of time can be draining on Heather as well.

Because Heather is opening her mind while using her powers, she is especially susceptible to psychic attacks against her. If a person is able to control themselves at a fundamental level, she is not able to lift them. Heather must also concentrate in order to be able to use her powers. If she were to be distracted while performing her powers, she would lose whatever hold she had. Heather must also keep her emotions in check. Being angry can cause her to lose control of her powers and damage her and her surroundings. Happy emotions make control easier, but not any less strenuous.

Jackson Abrams:Father
Natasha Abrams:Mother
Lyle Abrams:Older Brother
Victoria Peters:Grandmother (Deceased)
Clifford Peters:Grandfather (Deceased)
Meghan Abrams:Aunt
Michael Abrams:Uncle (Deceased, Pyrokinesis)
Daniel Abrams:Cousin (Pyrokinesis)

Diana Mills | Good | Friend | "Diana is my roommate and best friend. I trust her with everything and she is my go to person in New Rivière City." |

Daniel Abrams | Neutral | Cousin | "Daniel is my cousin, but he is a bit of a "wild card". He gets in trouble often since the passing of his father. He has the ability to control fire and likes to use it."

Lyle Abrams | Good | Brother | "Lyle is my older brother. I often look up to him as a role model. He visits often, but he lives elsewhere. He doesn't mind the powers I have, which is saying something."

Light

24

Female

Light is a 1.8m 54kg white humanoid figure. Her head is a large spherical shape with no nose, very large black and orange eyes(Demon lense type), short blue hair, fin like ears, and a very very skinny neck. She has a noticeable hourglass shape to her due to her hips and chest. She has skinny biceps with large forearms and hands with spike-like fingers. She wears a white dress with blue trim and a blue tanktop, the dress having an 'M' cut pattern in the front to reveal her legs, which look normal besides the bottom leg ending at a sharp point where her foot should be.

Genre Savvy: While not an outright 4th wall breaker, Light is aware of the concept as well as the many, many genres that people tend to fall in. Makes finding weakpoints easy since they're usually very obvious anyway, although it also makes her a wee bit crazy.
Light is also fairly intelligent on her own, and while she isn't smart enough to do complex math or engineering or the like, she can at least grasp general complex concepts and advanced tactics.
Also decent at Hand to Hand fighting, even if she is a bit careless.

While Light tries not to remember her childhood, it being not so great due to a combination of no parents and her strange appearance, she tends to air on the side of cheeriness and playfulness to keep herself busy. Learning the mercenary trade fairly early on, Light has busted up a few small organizations or cults from time to time on contracts. The only notable group she had been contracted to remove was a group of Neo Nazis, which is where she got her experimental teleporter, making her job much, MUCH easier, even if it didn't work as well as she'd like. Now having a bit of a vacation, or rather, finding a few methods that don't involve killing a couple dozen people every time, Light came to New Rivière City to see if she could possibly make a living off gambling or something.

Power Class: Other/Enhancement (Axolotl)

Ultimate Regeneration: Light can regenerate from nearly any injury, including losing her head as well as being immune to disease and having a high threshold before poison/toxins/ext affect her. Additionally she can adapt to airless environments after awhile. Light can still feel pain and be knocked out/killed like normal, but wont stay dead long unless killed by very extreme conditions such as cosmic forces.
Super Strength: Light has Super Strength and can lift up to 2 tons.

Regeneration takes awhile against very low damage attacks like paper cuts.
Super Strength is limited to 2 tons. Light takes injuries if she lifts more than 1 ton.

Careless due to regeneration powers.
While difficult to put down for good, smart people could just trap her in a regeneration loop, and even smarter people could make it so it takes no effort on their end.
Regeneration is much slower if her head is cut off, although it can still be reattached or her body regrown if enough time passes.
Prefers Hand to Hand combat.
Just a WEE bit crazy...

None/Orphan

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Garrett ‘Gary’ Dovanon

21

Male

If there is anything Garrett is good at, it’s appearing average. He isn’t the type of guy you would spare a second look at. Standing at 6’1’’ and weighing roughly 180lbs, he is exactly what people have in mind when they think ‘starving bachelor living away from home with a crappy job’. Tall but lanky, completed with the pale complexion of a night owl and the plastic smile of someone who couldn’t care less, Garrett looks at home behind the flimsy receptionist desk of his granddad’s motel. He isn’t all skin and bones though; a childhood in the harsh neighbour of Highroller Heights did put emphasis on skills such as running and knowing when to fight back, so there is some definition to him, just not something you’d write home about. His hair is of a light golden hue, which can look almost white under certain light, and his eyes are pale blue. It is quite obvious that he is Caucasian.

As for apparel, while his budget doesn’t allow him to be trendy, Garrett does make the effort to not look like a slob. On casual occasions, he is often seen with simple t-shirts and jeans, with a hoodie or some worn coat thrown over when it gets cold. When he is at work or feels the need to be formal, he will throw on crisp white shirts and some decent pairs of jeans with no stains on them. His most prized, and probably most expensive possession is a silver bracelet made of woven chain links and a thin band with the marred engravings.

Garrett didn’t have what you’d call a normal, happy childhood. He was orphaned from a very young age, though for what reason, his few remaining family members didn’t elaborate, sparing him the grisly details. All he knew was that there was a fire, and the house collapsed, meanwhile he survived thanks to a broken arm that landed him in the hospital. After the incident, he came to live his grandfather, a pensioner and proprietor of a small motel in Highroller Heights. His uncle also lived there, occupying a small room on the ground floor. At that point, life was fairly easy on him. His grandfather was rather eccentric, the years weighed heavily on both his body and his mind, so he wasn’t always coherent. His uncle, on the other hand, was rather…dodgy. He would shut himself in his room for days on end, only to come out smell faintly of gasoline. Not that the man was unkind to him, just slightly aloof.

When he was old enough, Garrett balanced between school, fun time with friends and helping out at the motel, not that he was very passionate about the first one. Schools around those parts weren’t particularly good, chocked full of delinquents and whatnots. While he wasn’t the shining beacon of justice, his granddad’s bizarre sense of honor (which basically boiled down to ‘don’t be a dick’) rubbed off on him and he did try to not get into too much trouble. He picked up a few things from them though, like the interest in firearms for once. His uncle was surprisingly accommodating and supportive of this hobby, even going as far as giving Garrett a handgun on his 18th birthday.

The peaceful days came to an end, eventually, when one day, a team of NEST agents busted down the door of a room at his motel and dragged a man out. It wasn’t someone he knew personally, just another drifter who paid for the roof over his head and not questions. The scene was disconcerting nonetheless, Garrett felt uneasy as they slapped a collar on the drifter and led him away like a stray dog. It affected his granddad even more. The old man was quiet as dead when the agents did their job, watching them with darkened eyes, but as soon as they were out of the door, he was almost hysteric, mumbling gibberish while dragging around a suitcase and shoving Garrett’s things inside. Even his uncle dropped the ‘cool guy’ façade and tried to restrain granddad, fearing that the dementia finally kicked in. Maybe it had, because instead of answering his uncle’s questions, the old man dropped what he was doing, shoved his uncle aside and came at Garrett with the stun gun they kept under the counter for emergency.

Garrett swatted the weapon away, naturally, but not before feeling the cold touch of metal on his neck. It didn’t hurt though, quite the opposite of it actually. The electric current was…soothing as it came into contact with his skin. And that how he and his uncle found out about his power. It only got worse from there though. His uncle didn’t take the news very well. The last words he ever said to Garrett was a snarling “Just like his father!”, before the man proceeded to disappear into his room and avoid interactions since. Between his grandfather’s paranoia and his uncle’s growing resentment, Garrett developed mixed feelings about his power. It did not help that the NEST scene kept playing over and over in his head. So he decided he had enough. The next day, he packed up and left. That was three months after his graduation from high school.

Three years later, he found himself working as a hotel receptionist in the Outer-Ring of New Riviere city. His work place was something of a high-end hotel, at least by Outer-Ring standards, caters to tourists with a taste for adventure or thugs taking their lady-friends out on payday. Not the most glamorous of work, but it paid the bills. Furthermore, NEST presence wasn’t that strong in the area. Over the years, he had got wiser, outgrowing the childish fears and prejudices. However, that didn’t mean he wanted to tangle with the NEST, especially with his status as one those unregistered metahumans.

Power Class: Elemental

Electricity Maniplulation, or more specificly, Garrett has the ability to generate, shape and manipulate electric currents. He can make it coursing through him, electrocuting anyone unfortunate enough to come into range with varying results. When needed, he can also shoot arcs of lightning from his hands, should the need arise. While he is capable of generating his own currents, he can also take in electricity through other sources, significantly increasing his strength and reflexes temporary. He often refers to this state as ‘charged’, and during these times, his eyes glow an eerie blue and his control over electricity is amplified. With this power, he can also create a magnetic field around him, allowing to either draw in or expel metal objects at will.

His biggest limit would probably be his range. His power only extents about 2 or 3 feet from his person, and generating electricity is rather taxing. With debilitating currents strong enough to knock his foes out, he can probably stand to generate them dozens of times. But as for those strong enough to kill an adult, he will have to expend quite a sizeable amount of energy. Therefore, he can probably do that for two or three times before stumbling into a burnt-out state. In this stage, all his energy is completely spent and he will lose access to his power in a couple of hours or even a day, depending on the severity of his exhaustion. He can recover quicker by recharging at a power source, but this process is also going to take up to 4 hours.

One more thing to note about his power is that it comes in quick, devastating burst. Garrett finds continuous usage, like maintaining a magnetic field constantly, extremely tiring. It causes his body to overheat and he will be forced to take a break around every fifteen minutes, or risk reaching his burnt-out stage prematurely.

His magnetic field is fairly weak as well. While it allows him limited control over metal objects, its potency varies depending on the type of metal and he can only affect small or relatively light objects (forks and keychains and toasters). Heavier and bigger objects will instead either drawing him to or propelling him away from them, and not always in the direction or with the speed he wants them to. Furthermore, this ability is not selective. He has no control over what he will attract or repel. Sometimes, when he tried to grab the keys from the counter, the toaster also came loose and hit him on the head. Theoretically, he can also use this ability to affect the paths of projectiles such as bullets, but that will require complete concentration and an immense amount of energy.

In his ‘charged’ state, he is indeed stronger, faster and has access to a greater reservoir of energy, depending on how much he charged. However, there are also drawbacks. Greater charges will make him overheat faster and will force him to take frequent breaks, while weaker charges aren’t as potent. Naturally, it also takes time for him to charge up, usually from 15 minutes to 4 hours using a common electricity outlet.

Water is the bane of his existence. Sure, normally, he can be just fine around water. But when using his power, contact with water will cause his power to haywire, dampening his ability and causing him to lose control. In his ‘charged’ state, contact with water will cause him to lose all his accumulated energy in a devastating and painful blast.

Armani S. Dovanon: Grandfather
Cristiano Dovanon: Uncle

Cristiano | Tensed | Uncle | I begin to understand his fear and envy. Doesn’t mean I give a shit though.|
Armani | Mixed | Grandfather | I can’t go back. He won’t let me.|