Eli Scott

21

Male

Slight, and unintimidating, Eli is the last person you’d expect to be involved in organised crime. His long hair often comes close to falling into his eyes, eyes which are rarely engaged, and usually hold a preoccupied, vaguely distracted look, even in the event of serious danger. His face is smooth and unscarred; with boyish good looks that fool even the dedicated observer into thinking he is younger than he actually is.

He clearly doesn’t care much about what he wears, though most of it is expensive, albeit worn carelessly, clearly he doesn’t buy his own clothes, and has them bought for him. Silk shirts are often thrown on with Roberto Cavalli jeans, the shirt creased and un-ironed, the jeans dirty and clearly stored in that classic location, the floordrobe. He’s also not exactly subtle about the gun that is apparently welded to his ribs or hip.

Creative thinking, he’s never been a fighter, and truthfully doesn’t have the build or muscle mass to really pose much of a threat in close quarters, what he does have however, is a viciously inventive mind and an eye for any weaknesses or slip ups that can be exploited.
Reading people, he has an uncanny knack for reading people’s feelings and reactions, and frequently exploits this.
Psychological warfare, following on from his ability to read people is his ability to play with their feelings and perspectives. He can cause even the most secure and self-confident fighter doubt themselves and their abilities.

Eli grew up in the city, and not in a nice part of it at that, his parents didn’t own a car, because any vehicle in the neighbourhood would be stripped down to the chassis in a matter of minutes if left unattended. Kids played on the streets yes, but always with cautious parents watching from windows, or the front door on the pretext of smoking outside the house. It was simple perhaps, but the people in those neighbourhoods bonded through a mutual desire to survive and prosper.

They had little, but it wasn’t an unpleasant life, there was always food on the table, and Eli had enough friends in the neighbourhood. Then, when Eli turned eleven, his father lost his job, the local factory he had worked out closing its doors without warning, leaving the family with no income. His mother started working as a cleaner, finding work in the wealthier neighbourhoods where people were always willing to pay for someone to scrub the toilets and vacuum the floors. Jonathon Scott had more difficulty in finding a job though, and the fact that they had always lived on credit, on the edge of bankruptcy, began to catch up.

Proper meals, at least for his parents, became fewer and farther between, while new clothes were more often bought in thrift stores than brand new, and luxuries like smart phones were entirely out of the picture. Of course he was bullied at school for his misfortune, but Eli, though he never really understood the realities of what was going on, just did his best to help his parents. Years of careful scrimping and saving got them back on a relatively even keel, and Jonathon Scott even managed to get a job, albeit a poorly paying one as a night guard. Things were finally starting to look up, until Rebecca was diagnosed with lung cancer.

Without health insurance there was little they could do, and even less they could afford, Eli’s father began working non-stop, pulling in eighty and ninety hour weeks on his paltry wages. Having just turned eighteen, and watching his mother wasting away and his father desperate to save her, Eli tried working, and realised that there was no way that he would be able to help monetarily, he tried another way. He’d always stayed out of the gangs in the neighbourhood, but when some of these boys were flashing their brand new iPhones and driving around in souped up cars he realised that maybe it was the best way to start helping.

Of course they wouldn’t simply take in an outsider, and his first attempt found him with a black eye and two broken fingers, although it ended much worse for the gang members who thought he would be an easy target. This moment of stress, of desperation, was the moment that his ability manifested, and it allowed him to make short work of the young men who thought he would be an easy target.

Perhaps as a result of his power he experienced a strange rush, a rush he’d never experienced before, it was heady, addictive, and he found himself craving it once more. In any other city NEST would have been called in, but Seraphine Campbell, by pure happenstance, had an informant placed in the gang. She stamped down on the rumours before they could spread, and offered the young man more money than he could dream of if he agreed to work for her. The original deal was simply until his mother’s cancer went into remission, but two years on, when it did, when she was announced as healthy as she could be, he continued to work for the glamourous information broker. Acting as an enforcer and sometime bodyguard brought with it a rush that he couldn’t find anywhere else, and he was hooked on the lifestyle. He still speaks to his parents occasionally, but they know little of what he does, even if they have their suspicions. And he intends to keep it that way.

Super-System

Eli has an ability that makes him hard to predict, one that fluctuates in power levels, and, as such, most people are unaware of the truth of his ability, of course he uses this ignorance to his, often significant, advantage. His abilities are controlled and manipulated by his moods, more particularly, by his levels of cortisol and adrenaline. These are chemicals in the body who’s presence increases dramatically in times of stress, and particularly in Eli’s case, in times of aggression and conflict.

Eli’s physical capabilities increase when he fights. This isn’t an instant transition, he does not suddenly possess incredible physical abilities when a fight starts, rather, it ramps up slowly, over time. Unlike most therefore, he benefits from a fight lasting a long time, turning from a relatively unintimidating, slight figure with apparently little in the way of physical talent, to a physical juggernaut capable of dashing across a room in a blur and bowling over men twice his size without breaking a sweat.

This ability, once it gets rolling, will enhance all of his physical capabilities, including his reaction speed, strength, and even his resilience. These do not all increase at the same rate however, so he may be able to throw a car, but not dodge a bullet, though he can certainly get anything vital out of the way of anything but close range shots. His resilience will also increase exponentially, more in line with his strength, apparently partly out of self-preservation to prevent him from breaking his own bones, but with the added bonus that he can take significantly more damage than any normal human when sufficiently ‘roided up’. Now this process accelerates as it develops, and his strength effectively doubles for every minute and a half that passes while in this state.

Eli is as vulnerable as any normal human at the beginning of a fight. He’s not strong, and though he is fast by necessity, he isn’t going to be dodging any bullets. The easiest way to take him out of a fight is simply to target him first, removing him from the equation and thus neutralising him as a threat. Even if he was ignored for the first few minutes however he would still be limited in his effectiveness. It takes a minute and a half for him to double in strength, which isn’t saying much as at only 130lbs he isn’t exactly a world class athlete. Although his resilience keeps up with his strength, it won’t make him bullet proof at any great speed, after a protracted combat of six or seven minutes he could likely shrug off small arms fire, but heavy calibre bullets would still do significant damage unless the fight had been drawn out to nearly twenty minutes.

There is also no healing aspect to this power, he becomes more resistant to damage, but damage done before this is still there, a bullet hole in his leg will still be there. It may be a little easier to ignore, but the damage is still done.

Though protracted fights are Eli’s greatest strength, therein also lies his greatest weakness, maintaining his ability at such a level for such a period of time is exhausting, and he will be left incredibly fatigued, even unconscious after a long fight, victorious or not. In addition, he is far more likely to suffer ashing than most metas. He cannot turn off his ability, once it has kicked in it’s there until he wins, or Eli is defeated or dead. This ability also has addictive qualities, it heightens the effects of an adrenaline rush to become something that has led to a dependency. In addition, the presence of huge amounts of cortisol in his system can induce high levels of stress once his ability has wound down, including symptoms such as headaches, chest pain and a rapid heart rate, a poor immune response, and insomnia.

Rebecca Scott – Mother
Jonathon Scott - Father

{Seraphine} | {Good} | {Employer, Crush)} | {She pays well, and insists on buying me new clothes all the time, I think I embarrass her a bit. She plays at being cold, and ruthless, but I’m sure there’s a warm heart in there somewhere, she helped with my mom after all.} |

Christian Natoya

27

Male

Despite not having the physique most guys of his age possess, physical appearance doesn't relatively matter to Chris so long as he can function normally as a human being with a complete and able set of body parts. Chris stands at around 170 cm from a rough estimate and weighs at about 151 lbs. On the outside, he can be seen having an average build, composed mainly by a slim body frame and narrow shoulders. His apparent lack of muscle tone gives the impression that he doesn't bother on working out even at the slightest bit, which is not really a necessity for him as he couldn't find any point from it all. At times, he tried his best to give it a go but then ended up being too lazy and swirled up by his absurd philosophies in life. That being said, with his laziness, he reached at a point where keeping an image accepted by social norms is something he should be avoiding. This doesn't mean that neglecting his hygiene is a supposed response to that. He still maintains cleanliness at best and tries not to look as absurd as possible while remaining true towards his own self.

Chris' dark hair has been kept at shoulders length for quite some time and has no intention on cutting it anytime soon as he is largely comfortable from how it looks alone - a great excuse to hide his face from the masses. He has a rather pale complexion, which only proves how his childhood years revolved around being inside of his house and rarely going out. That's true for the most part but it doesn't apply to the majority on how his life was spent back then. He has dark eyes which he thinks is a distant heritage that he's completely oblivious of. Chris often lacks facial expressions, most especially when he's trying to interact with other people. He always looks bored and uninterested but those come off naturally and don't really mean that he's bored or uninterested in actuality. Even when he's angry his facial expressions look exactly the same and prove no difference whenever compared to his other moods.

With regards to clothing, Chris likes wearing anything dark-colored. He has a large collection of merchandise ranging from t-shirts to bull caps with printed logos of his favourite musicians. Often he keeps his style simple and again, not adhering too much towards social norms. He has a tattoo of a rose on his right shoulder and a small, prominent scar located near his left brow.

Chris' early years were quite uneventful. It was an endless cycle packed with mundane absurdities that never even helped him develop his own growth nor be someone who is living to meet one's goals and aspirations. He was a kid who has nothing more in his hands than obeying what his parents told him, mostly adhering to what's right and what's wrong. For the most part, he didn't come from a privileged household. He belonged to a family where neither one of his mom nor dad had a good educational background. They strove throughout their lives, using whatever skills they can use to provide income and support each of their daily lives. Luckily, Chris' parents were decent musicians themselves who had their own band back when the days were brimmed with young stoners and aspiring rockstars. However, Chris didn't have a healthy relationship with his parents as he largely disliked their laziness and believed that they were the reason why he had nothing else to look forward to at the present time.

Regardless, he tried best to live his life forward without too much regret. Besides in the end, those things wouldn't matter to him anyway and having that point of view kind of made everything easier for him, or at least not as difficult as it could've been.

College wasn't a big requirement for Chris. As long as his age and educational background were fitting enough to be qualified for a decent-paying job, then those were the fixed conditions he ought to maintain. After finishing high school, he immediately began investing his time to earn and survive. Of course it wasn't easy; he was deemed incompetent for a few number of jobs but that didn't bring him down. Merely, they were only reminders that told him he wasn't trying hard enough and needed to make an effort to improve the way he does things. After all, if he didn't consider on trying another job, he shouldn't have tried in the first place if he was just going to give up in the end. Eventually, he did find a job and as soon as he earned enough to gain independence, he moved and resettled in the big city.

Perhaps life would've been quite normal if it wasn't for one discovery that forever changed Chris and his way of seeing things. It started off as a peculiar sensation, something that felt familiar but the more he tried to think about it, the more strange it became. Chris assumed it was just the result of him smoking too much but it was far from the effects one would have from taking drugs, because Chris knew that choosing them as an option would be an act of desperation and something which he'd very much regret in the end.

He could see things in different variations, all of which had a certain closeness to the events happening around him. It was as if he knew what the future was going to be. He was scared, terrified and paranoid of it. If anything, escaping the visions evincing throughout his perception was the first thing he wanted to do. However, the more he tried resisting it, the worse his condition became. It was at a particular occurrence where he began experiencing psychological pain, of which was caused by the visions that were invading his mental state. It became worse and worse up to the point where he stopped showing up for work and stayed inside of his apartment for an entire day, trying to relieve the pain that was lodging inside of his mind.

Currently, the condition calmed and Chris found another job to get his life together again after losing his previous one. Apparently, it wasn't easy for him, knowing that there was a certain kind of fear lodging inside of his mind that he couldn't even describe himself. At times, he just wanted it to end, and release himself from the suffering it was causing him, but even that was a lot more difficult to do.

Power Class: Cerebral

In which is known as foresight, future vision or fortunetelling by some. To simply put, Chris has the ability to foresee or predict future occurrences by subjecting himself through abrupt visions of the forthcoming. As these visions manifest a mental image, Chris' actions can eventually become influenced depending on how he wants to avoid particular future events that might be futile for his well being. He is also able to observe the sequence of events from these said visions as doing so will become useful onto assisting him in possible courses of action. This, however, is prone to continual change as what the future holds can completely come off as different from Chris' visions with the present time perpetually altering its flow. With that being said, Chris can prevent certain things from happening but that will solely depend on how much power he has to do so.

While seeing what the future is can be a great advantage to many, but for the ability itself, there are limitations that can only make it as useful as it is. Firstly, Chris' foresight can only reach a singular time frame and cannot exceed beyond a few number of years. Most of what his visions hold are approximate events or anything that can be within the next day, week or month. Visions that tell about what's going to happen within the next two years or so rarely manifest and if they do, they can be quite vague and unclear as to what really happens in that specific time period. These visions can be similar to dreams and can be a bit challenging to remember unless there's something that can help on deciphering what they comprise. They are also involuntary actions that happen unexpectedly, but there can be some rare instances where Chris can use it within control.

Lastly, focusing on the visions that manifest images of the future can be quite difficult to do should there be any background disturbances.

Chris has frequent memory loss not because it's naturally his trait but because of his precognitive abilities. The visions that are being generated in his mind lay an impact that causes his memory storage to overload, which in turn, affects the processing of his memories. While this side effect doesn't profoundly affect his overall performance to the point where he can't remember every single thing that happened, it is quite risky to have such results from the ability alone because it can possibly link to anxiety, occasional panic attacks or through a series of psychological torment.

Selective using of the ability can also strain the mind as it requires heavy brain activity to process and observe his visions of the future. At worse cases, it can even sap Chris' consciousness away from him as there are some unpredictable situations the ability provides wherein the user's mind can be temporarily suppressed within the visions due to having dream-like elements.

Helbert Natoya - Father
Cassidy Natoya - Mother

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