GM: Kirra
Co-GM: BlessedWrath
Artwork wonderfully provided by Lydyn and Ryver et Rhine

Player: 9/10
We are currently OPEN! If you are interested in joining or have any questions at all feel free to get ahold of me or the Co-GM.
If you were a part of this before and is interested in rejoining, pay no heed to the player amount

This roleplay uses both Skype and TitanPad. Need an account to join TitanPad or want to join the Skype group? PM me or BlessedWrath for an invite for the Skype group or PM me for the details to create a TitanPan account.

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Summary (AKA, the TL;DR):
-This is the first roleplay for a three part series (tentative to change depending on how things progress)
-Our characters are going to be a group of average people find themselves intertwined between two opposing forces with superpower like abilities
-Throughout the first part of the roleplay, the main objectives for the characters to accomplish is to learn how to control their newfound abilities and to dig deeper into the history between the two groups
- The setting is in modern times with a slight futuristic edge on weapons and technology within the two opposing forces
Interest Check

Brief History:
2001. It was a year that changed everything but not in the way most people think. Unlike the news of the Twin Towers falling, the happenings of the Sierra Project was kept a secret. A small team of scientist under the watchful eyes of the U.S. Military went out to find a way to enhance human performance to prepare themselves for the future. However, instead of finding enhancements that could allow a person to grow physically stronger than normal or allow a person to be able to survive harsher terrains longer than normal, they created something much more than they could ever dream of. A serum that could give inhuman abilities to about a quarter of the people given either by injection or inhalation of the gas produced.

After the original group (nicknamed Generation Alpha) were tested on and the serum was found to be perfected, the Sierra Project moved to phase two with the introduction of Team Bravo in 2004. A group of ten were chosen to accomplish tasks deemed impossible by normal humans. However, things didn’t go as everyone expected as Gen. (generation) Bravo was decommissioned and the Sierra Project was shut down in 2008.

Now it is 2014. Saturday, May 3rd to be exact and a few people that previously worked on the Sierra Project are becoming restless. One of the scientist was planning something and was delivering three vials of the serum in New York City. However, plans fell through as a minor car accident happened while riding the bus, breaking one of the vials during this process. Thus releasing a gas throughout the bus and unknowingly affecting a quarter of the people on the bus. Burger flipping teens, a first year middle school teacher, a recently divorced alcoholic, a tourist from Canada; just a group of average, everyday people who are soon going to be thrusted into a situation they would have never seen themselves in.

Welcome to the rebirth of the Sierra Project, Gen. Charlie.

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Special Notes on Abilities:
Although I would like to see a growth in each character’s ability, I do not want the final outcome to be something too overpowered. The abilities are going to manifest in five stages ranging from a total lack of control (level one) to full mastery (level five). For most of the first part of the roleplay, the characters are going to sticking to level one and brushing into level two later down the road. Out of those in in Gen. Alpha and Bravo, few are on the top end of level three or emerging into level five but most are level four.

Rules and guidelines:
-Follow the Fundamental Rules of the Guild and Casual Standards. Seriously, read them if you haven’t because I will harp on you if you don’t follow them. Especially on the part of being Fonz cool and rule five of the Fundamental Rules.

-Play fair. Seriously, no one wants to write with the metagamming Mary Sue or the invincible godmodder. With the way this roleplay is going to work, our characters are purposely going to be weak and without knowledge of what is going on.

-I’m not too much of a stickler when it comes to posts but please use common sense. If you know spelling or grammar is not your strong point (which it isn’t for me) use a spell/grammar checker before posting. Running low on time so you're just going to throw a random, half hearted post to fill your quota? Don’t do it. I rather have a good post a day later rather than a crappy one. No matter if you are just coming into Casual and barely reaching the minimums or writing paragraph after paragraph of Advanced level work, I want your post to be a good representation of what you can do.

-Following up on the Fonz rule, please be mindful of how often you post. Speed posting in the IC will take you towards a speedy path out of my roleplay. I'm quite understanding when it comes to being unable to post for a period of time so if for some reason you are gone for an extended amount of time or things are going to be slow for you, please tell me if you can.

-Have any suggestions or ideas, please tell me! Although I’m the GM, I’d love to have feedback and help creating this story.

Character Sheet:

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Maps

Story So Far...

Part One: Beginnings

Chapter starts here


Chapter starts here

Character Roster

Played by: Ryver et Rhine

Played by: Prince of Seraphs

Played by: ArcanicNeon

Played by: Kirra

Played by:dpickle

Played by: BlessedWrath

Played by: viktor

Played by: Izkripp

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Inactive Characters

Played by: BenHedron

Played by: lydyn

NPC List
~Currently in the middle of updating it~
Will be periodically updated. If you have a reoccurring NPC you would like to add, tell me and I'll add it to the list.

TSP

Reformers



Other

General Bio
Name: Jenna Baxter
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Appearance:

For someone that is as short as 5’2”, Jenna has an average build for someone her size. She is most often found in jeans and simple shirt or a blouse with a matching pair of shoes or boots.

Superpower
Name of ability: Magnetic Manipulation
Description: Jenna has the capabilities of moving and shaping metals affected by magnets. Ever since she was affected by the serum, a magnetic force has been created in her hands allowing to use her powers by pulling and pushing the metal she is concentrating on.

Level one abilities: Jenna is able to move small objects weighting at a max of ten pounds but any more than five pounds will require great focus and have the possibility of not working. She is able to alter and shape soft metals but causes a lot of strain and focus.

Level three abilities: Jenna can move metal up to half of what she can physically hold and able to alter the shape of soft metals at ease. She is able to alter denser and harder metals but without much success. Able to gain control over one of her weaknesses, Jenna is able to use her magnetism to willingly cause electronic disruption in objects such as surveillance cameras and the likes but only with direct contact.

Level five abilities: Jenna can move metal up to what she can physically hold and able to control up to two different objects (one for each hand) with ease. She can shape nearly any type of metal but is unable to change the given properties and traits of the metal she is manipulating. Her capability to cause electronic disruption has moved to a range of up to ten feet.

Weakness/drawback: Jenna is unable to use most technology until she is able to restrain her magnetic force while using the object and even then she has to keep a steady concentration to make sure she doesn’t slip up. Strong magnets can interfere with her powers and is completely powerless against any metals not affected by magnets. Due to the magnetic force within her body, she is not able to absorb iron as well as normal people especially during prolonged use of her powers which causes Anemia if she isn’t watchful of her iron levels
History: Born and raised in central Florida, Jenna lived an average, upper middle class life with both her parents and a younger brother. Upon graduating from high school with decent grades, Jenna decided to move north to New York to experience life in the big city while in college, something she has been planning ever since she was young. After spending two years living in a dorm and working at a coffee shop, Jenna moved out into a small apartment a few miles away from the school and has been living there since. Enjoying life in New York, Jenna has decided to stay in New York and although she hasn’t found a job a full-time teacher with her degree, she has been working as a substitute teacher for the last year with a promising chance of being a teacher next year after a recent interview.

The day before the bus ride: A small smile crept on Jenna’s lips as she looked through the storefront window at the litter of puppies being displayed. Ever since she moved to New York, having a dog was one things she missed besides her close relationship with her parents and brother. However, the apartment she was living in had many strict rules and having a dog was one of those rules. She often debated about moving out and living in a place which was more dog friendly, however she knew that it would be unwise until she had a steady teaching job. As she normally was, Jenna was optimistic and had a good feeling that the interview she was in yesterday went well and that she would soon be on her way to fulfilling her goals.

With a small sigh, Jenna started to head down the street knowing that she couldn’t waste too much time today. A small group of friends were meeting at her house in a few hours for dinner and she still hasn’t been to the store to buy the items necessary for dinner. “Crap!” Jenna exclaimed aloud as she reached in her pocket as she realized that she forgot her shopping list at home. As she mentally chastised herself for being so careless yet again, Jenna pulled her phone out to check the time. Frustration overwhelmed her as she shoved her phone back in her pocket as she realized that she wouldn’t have enough time to run back home to get the list. Hoping that her memory is good enough to remember all that she needs, Jenna headed into the store and quickly grabbed the materials for the tacos her and her friends were going to eat before making her way to the checkout line, the worst part of shopping in her opinion. Waiting impatiently as the checkout line seemed to move at a snail speed, Jenna was glad when she was finally able to leave the store.

“Procrastinating again?” A familiar voice said a joking mock tone as Jenna reached the street her apartment was on.

“Can it Emma or I won’t procrastinate canning you.” Jenna said with a slight smirk as she handed a few of her grocery bags to her friend. “You’re a bit early aren’t you?” Unlocking her apartment door, Jenna opened the door for Emma.

“Of course. I’m looking forward to eating on time this time around so I came to help you out.” Emma jested as she placed the bags of groceries on Jenna’s table. “I can start to cook the meat if you want to prepare the other stuff.”

“You have to be kidding me!” Jenna exclaimed as dropped her groceries onto the table and quickly rummaged through the bags.

“Forgot something?” Emma asked as she watched Jenna with folded arms.

“Yeah, I’m thinking we’re going to have vegetarian tacos tonight. I forgot the meat.”

General Bio
Name: John Chu
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Appearance:
John John is 5ft 6 and weighs 80kg which is average for someone his height. When on duty he is usually seen wearing a short sleeved white shirt, with his badge hung on a long string near his stomach. He also wears a pistol holster that goes around his arms and holsters the guns on his back. He wears regular business trousers and shoes and sometimes wears a suit jacket if it's cold. When off duty he usually wears zip up hoodie with it's sleeves rolled up to his cubital fossa(yes i looked it up) without it being zipped up. He wears a regular white t-shirt underneath with jeans and white sneakers.
Superpower
Name of ability: Electrokinesis
Description: Ever since the serum affected John's body he has been able to manipulate small amounts of electricity that are freeflowing or are blocked by walls or whatnot.
Level one abilities: John can manipulate small amounts of electricity from behind walls and from up close. He can generate a small spark at his fingertips but that's about it.
Level three abilities: John can manipulate medium amounts of electricity from medium distances along with being able to manipulate a flash-shock of electricity in front of his palm.
Level five abilities: John can generate and manipulate large amounts of electricity along with being able to use them as a weapon.
Weakness/drawback: Overuse of his power can damage him greatly and even send him into comatose.

History
History: John was born in a poor part of Scotland. He grew up in a council estate which his mother could barely pay the rent to. His father had died while fighting in the war and so, John's uncle acted as a sort of substitute father figure for him. Almost every day after school John would go to his uncle's store and help out. His father would often try to pay him around £5 to which his mother said was way too much. John didn't mind his 'pay' being deducted to 70p that was enough to get the bus home from school every day anyway. As he grew older his pay of course rose though. His life was pretty normal for someone living where he did. He was more of a good egg though, he didn't get in much trouble or, at least, as much trouble as his friends. He returned to his uncle's shop regularly much to the displeasure of his mother who thought he should spend more time studying. He eventually angered someone at school so badly that somehow they followed him back to his uncle's shop, and later on in the night vandalized and stole from it. Instead of retaliating violently, John decided to make a peaceful protest sort of deal. HIs father constantly reassured him that their insurance would cover the damages and John's constant ignorance of the bullies just made them madder. Much to his happiness. His uncle and his mother later raised and saved enough money to send John to university.

John studied law at university, and later became an officer for Police Scotland. He stayed in the Scottish Police force for two years before saving enough money to move to the US. He moved to New York and joined the police force there. He eventually gained enough experience over the years to become a detective. This was fairly recent and he's fairly new to the job but all in all he's proud of his position.

The day before the bus ride: John stared blankly at his boss from behind the massive, almost novelty desk that his boss sat behind. His boss had practically called everyone into his office the day he had got the desk just so he could basically show everyone how much more he earned than him. His boss was spraffing on about a homocide case he wanted John to handle the next day. While homocide cases were the most interesting and the most glamorized on television and video games, they were also sickening and tedious at times. John had practically wished for a drug raid a few times, anything to get away from staring at dead bodies all day. He nodded to his boss after he had stopped digressing from the actual homocide case and actually let John speak, John said nothing but a solitary
"Thanks" before sighing, getting up from the chair and leaving the room. He moved to his desk after leaving the room and picked up his hoodie. He pulled it onto himself and rolled up the sleeves before leaving the police headquarters.

He pulled out his phone and began to browse the various apps and games he had installed on it before he found the one he was looking for. 'Flippy Fish' it was called, it had been pulled off the market the day before and was highly addicting. John was just 'lucky' that he had downloaded it just before it had gone off. He walked to his bus stop while repeatedly tapping the screen to make sure the fish did not fall into the chasm below. He almost bumped into a few people along the way, but caught himself and dodged before he actually walked into them. Eventually he had reached his stop a few minutes early and kept tapping away at the screen until a small sound beeped from his phone to notify the fact that he had received an email. He exited the application and opened his email to find spam. Lots and lots of spam. The newest one from his recently deceased Nigerian uncle who just needed his bank details to give him his inheritance and totally not hack his bank account. He rolled his eyes before exiting his email. He looked up to see the bus he was waiting for start to pull away.
"Crap" he exclaimed before sprinting after the bus. He began to hit the side of the bus with his palm in an effort to slow or stop the bus. Eventually the near-deaf driver turned to see John running alongside with his police badge flying up and down on his chest as he ran. He frantically stopped as soon as it was safe and let John on the bus. John dropped his bus fare into the small till-like slot before moving up the bus. He sat near the middle of the bus, breathing heavily for a second or two before his lungs returned to normal. He stuck an earbud into his ear and then into his phone before selecting the melodic sounds of the Smiths (no pun intended) and sitting quietly while listening.

General Bio
Name: Max Winchester
Age: 33
Gender: Male
Appearance:

Max has a height of 5'10" and a weight of 185 lbs. His hair is dark brown and his eyes are dark grey. Max has a couple of tattoos on his body and a bodybuilder's constitution. He is usually found wearing common clothes like jeans, leather jackets and t-shirts. On his feet he usually wears tennis shoes, sometimes even leather shoes.

Superpower
Name of ability: Metamorphing
Description: Max can psionically alter the formation of his body cells, thus beying able to take the appearance of any human, humanoid, or semi-humanoid being of either sex, wearing virtually any kind of clothing.
Level one abilities: At this level Max can transform into any human, transformation which extends to the clothing as well. Unfortunately for him, it only lasts somewhere around 30 minutes. Also the transformation is not very exact because Max cannot replicate the retina pattern, DNA, fingerprints and body weight of the person. He would be however able to replicate the voice but it would sound kind of raspy. Max would be able to transform into someone physically bigger or smaller then him but the longer he stays in that shape, the greater the strain he will feel.
Level three abilities: At this level the transformation becomes more exact as the length of time becomes indefinite. Also, Max is able to replicate the voice, DNA, fingerprints and retina pattern of the person. Weight still becomes inaccessible though and will continue to be regardless of the level. Max will also be able to alter his body cells not only for transformation but also for regenerating and slowing down his aging process.
Level five abilities: At this level Max gains metamorphic adaptation which means that he will be able to adapt his body depending on the situation at the time, for example he can adapt his body to match his surroundings, shift his organs into his lower extremities if necesary and mimic the textures of metals and other substances. At this level Max can also atler his body cells in order to enhance his physical attributes like strength, speed, agility, reflexes, and senses.
Weakness/drawback: Max is limited to appearances only, which means that if he transforms into someone with powers Max will not be able to replicate his powers as well. Despite the fact that at higher levels he can alter his body cells in order to regenerate or enhance his physical attributes he will still be able to take damage just like any other human. Also if he is knocked unconcious or if he is badly injured he will revert back to his original self.

History
History: Max was born in Boston, Massachussetts from a british father and a half british-half irish mother. When he was 8 years old his parents relocated to New York City, living in Brooklyn. During the time spent in high school he used to be a bully, beating up or messing with those smaller and weaker then him. He also had the reputation of a trouble maker, always having problems with the principal and the teachers. He was suspended two times, once because he sprayed the principal's car with grafitti and the 2nd time because he was caught smoking inside the high school. Also, during the same high school period, Max used to hang out with 3 other guys, they were best friends and they had a gang together, calling themselves "The 4 Aces". He had sex for the 1st time at the age of 15 and the next year, he ended up having a child. A little girl named Angela. At first he was in shock and did his best to avoid responsibility. As the time passed, he became more and more responsible, although he stuck to his usual self. After high school though, nobody knows what happened because Max had a 180 degrees change of personality and decided he wants to be a soldier. He enlisted in the US Marine Corps and the next day he was shipped off to Parris Island in South Carolina.

There Max was changed completely, shedding away his bully and trouble maker attitude, becoming a disciplined and proud Marine. He also married Maria, the mother of his child. As a Marine, Max served twice in Afganisthan and once in Iraq. After the 2nd tour in Afganisthan, Max decided to quit the Marines after he lost some comrades in a Taliban raid on some military vehicles that were driving down a road. After that his life continued to go downhill. He divorced from Maria, who became tired of the dangerous life that Max was living and wanted a more stable relationship. He spent more then a year looking for a job, helped with money by family and friends. In the end he found work as a mechanic in the car shop of a friend. Friend who last year had died of cancer, leaving the shop in Max's care. Max has no idea what happened to his friends and former gang members from "The 4 Aces". All he knows is that one of them, Jack, is in prison after he was caught trying to sell some ecstasy to an undercover Narcotics detective. The 2nd one, Billy, is somewhere in Spain, doing God knows what. As for the 3rd one, Mike, he has no idea what happened to him. Max hasn't seen neither of them since he finished high school and decided to be a Marine.
The day before the bus ride: Max was outside of his house in the suburbs of New York, with 3 other friends of his, two of them former marines themselves. They were having a barbeque. As the 3 men were outside sitting at a table and talking, Max comes out with some beer. They were all very happy at that sight as Max placed the beer on the table. "Yeah now that's what i'm talking about." Said one of them. "Drink. There's more where that came from." Said Max as he checked the grill and after seeing that it was hot he goes back inside and come back out with the meat, which was pork stakes and some sausages. After putting the meat on the grill Max goes and back in and comes out with mustard and some sliced bread. After putting them on the table, Max grabs a beer for himself as he opens it, takes a big sip from the bottle and then goes to check on the meat.

"So tell me Maxie, did you thought about the business proposal i've made to you last week? I think it fits you like a glove." Said one of them as he took a sip from the beer bottle. Max turns around as he looks at him with the fork in one hand and the beer bottle in another. he then turns back at the grill. "I don't know Frank. I'm already in charge of Will's car shop. God Bless his soul! Why the hell would I need a security firm for." Said Max as he looked again at Frank for a few seconds then turned back at the grill. "New York is a big city you know! With a lot of crime. A lot of people are looking for good protection. You won't have to do anything by yourself. We would be partners, you, me, John here. Were all ex-Marines. Your friend Jack here can help us with the finances. I heard he's pretty good." Said Frank. Max looks at all 3 of them as he sippes from the beer bottle. "I'll give you an answer tomorow. I promise." Said Max.

"Yeah! You said the same thing last week too. But it's okay. You know what they say...Patience is a virtue. One that I actually possess." Said Frank as he made himself more confortable in his chair. "Hey Max, where's you car anyway?" Asked John. "It's at the shop. I've been having some problems with it lately so I left it there. Until I'll fix it...public transport all the way baby." Said Max looking at John as he sipped from the beer.

General Bio
Name: Vida Curacio
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Appearance:
She only stands about 5'3 and weighting roughly 110lbs. It is common to see her with her hair unkept and clothes wrinkly with cat fur. Though her looks give off a homeless feel she makes sure to bath every day, sometimes.




Common clothes. Doesn't own anything fancy.

Superpower
Name of ability: Rapid cell regeneration
Description: The ability to heal herself and others rapidly. She can cause cells to regenerate to the point they age and die, her only special way of killing someone.

Level one abilities: Heals self effortlessly. Has to rely on transfusions or injections to heal others at first, clumsy working on healing others through skin to skin contact. She has no control over her ability when her emotions run wild.

Level three abilities: Able to heal others without effort through skin to skin. Can improve the muscle tissue of others to make them stronger for a short time. Can cause peoples cells to break down or grow out of control, much like a very nasty tumor.

Level five abilities: Has full control over being able to heal anyone and can target certain areas for concentrated healing. Since her cells are constantly repairing themselves as they are damaged her aging has slowed. She can kill by touching someone's skin if needed by causing them to age rapidly. Aging process depends on age and health of person effected. An average adult would take up to 5 minutes to kill.

Note: Her fighting ability acts much like Apoptosis, but in an extreme state. The result of her attacking someone seems to cross over to Necrosis, which is cell death due to trauma.



Weakness: Character is rather useless alone, mostly a support character. She won't die because of her healing, but she is easily contained and can be used as a living hospital if hooked up to a transfusion. Even though she heals fast she feels pain like a normal person and if the injury is server enough will lose consciousness. She also uses a lot of energy to heal herself and others, so she needs to consume a lot of food to replenish her supply.

Drawbacks: Causing someone else to age makes her own cells age at the contact point. Meaning her fingers or hands would wither with the person and decay. Depending on how far she goes with the aging progress she would have to recover or practically regrow her digits. Is very reserved about using this ability. Excessive use of healing caused her to become weak, such as she breaks down her fat reserves and muscles to use as fuel.

History
She was a drop out college student going from part-time to part-time to make ends meet. Her only family that she had in the city was her two cats that she had brought with her when she moved out of her parents house claiming she could live out of her own.

Her standoff personality didn't win her any friends like she had hoped when she moved. Instead she had a simple plan everyday. Wake up, eat, feed the cats, go to work, come home, eat and sleep.

Day Before:
"Vida wake up!" She heard her boss yell.

She had nodded off again that day, if this kept up she would be fired by the end of the week.

"I'm sorry.." She replied as she stood up from her slouched position against some boxes in the back.

"Sorry? You fell asleep when you had customers sitting in your section. They sat there for thirty minutes before someone complained that their waitress had disappeared!" He was furious with her. She could tell by the vein on his head that went *throb throb throb* with every word that he spoke. She stared at him as he yelled trying to think of what to say to him, but her head was blank. All she heard was his words echoing around. "Just go home." He finally said.

She didn't even bother to fight back. It was obvious that she should leave. If she stayed then even more mistakes would be made. "Yes, Sir."

Walking back to her apartment she reminded herself of all the hours that she had worked that day. She had pulled at double at her first job and worked only half a shift at her second. She counted about eighteen hours of work in one day. "I guess that was too much.." She grumbled to herself. She needed the extra money though to afford to buy herself some new shoes. The ones she was currently wearing were starting to get holes in the bottom.

Arriving at her apartment she opened the door and was instantly greeted by two cats that brushed against her legs and meowed for attention. "Hello Co-co Bear, Hello Baby." She greeted them with a yawn. Putting some food down for them she didn't even bother changing her clothes as she laid down in her bed. She reached over and set her alarm clock so that she wouldn't over sleep and pulled the covers over her head. One more day behind her.

Izkripp, looks good. Accepted!
I'll add your character to the roster once I'm on my computer instead of being on my phone.

General Bio
Name:Frid Adalwolf
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Appearance:


Superpower
Name of ability: Focus
Description: The brain of the user goes into overdrive analyzing every possible aspect of a given information. Information is gathered by the 5 senses as in all humans. At its peek this ability can make it so that the time slows down around the user, allowing him to make quick actions.
Level one abilities: Slight enhancement of cognitive power upon use. The information gathering becomes more enhanced later on allowing for more exact educated guesses. At this point to get any real results the user must maintain the ability for as long as possible.
Level three abilities: Increased Cognitive power and information gathering. The 5 senses become more acute while using the power. Slight increase in combat efficiency due to the ability to read movements. Educated guesses are more accurate. Full use of the power is no longer needed for best effectiveness but the cognitive power still won't surpass by far the best and brightest humans alive
Level five abilities: Greater cognitive power and information gathering. At this point using the ability will make time seem to move slower for the user due to the high rate of transfer between the brain and five senses. This increases the combat effectiveness especially in parrying and countering attacks. Can read through powers with ease deducing both their nature and qualities. In its most advanced state the power leads the whole power into this overdrive making close combat quite effective. While the power's strength becomes extreme, allowing best results with only minor flashes of focus.
Weakness/drawback: Constant use may never surpass 5 minutes(2 minutes for level 5 since the overdrive is much stronger). The reason here is that it may cause permanent damage to the brain and body later on.

History
History: His first experience with free climbing was in his first year of high-school. But should we return to the origins of this hobby we would find a over passionate father that took his son on every hiking path within a couple hundred miles of NYC. At the age of ten Frid was signed up at the local mountain climbing club and soon reached to top of his age limit. But while all this was fun, it felt more like a constriction then the real deal. Thus we return to high school a few years later where a original way to ditch class was created. On that day he brought with him his climbing gloves since his classroom was on the third floor. Slipping out the window he moved across the window sills jumping from one window to another then finally to the drainage pipe. Climbing down was quite fatiguing but not to the point one would fall of, especially one trained in climbing. Everything working perfectly, well almost, since some feet of the ground a shriek broke his concentration and fell of. It seemed that one of the teacher had spotted him and panicking shrieked and caught the attention of the whole school. Harsh punishment awaited him, and he took it head high, he had finally found his way of climbing, "Ropes are for sissies" Became his motto for many years to come.

The day before the bus ride:
Frid stood in front of an aging mahogany desk. His balding boss was site across with Frid's letter as lecture. The young man had just resigned for one of the craziest reason he had ever seen. To resign because he was refused a prolonged leave of absence, to go rock climbing to boot..."This is crazy!" Said the old man with a tone of irritation. "You're a grown man...you...you mean that you'd rather quit this job." He had started his work just some time ago, well the reason he did start his job on the other hand was to gain the money he needed for this expedition. "To go and loose your self in some mountain range?" the boss continued. Frid had already been listening to this old man's ranting for some minutes now, with his head bowed as if he'd been sorry. But it was time to put an end to this, with a mocking smile on his face he retorted "Yeah, that's right. Who the hell do you think likes to work for you?" He took a deep breath of air just enough to let his boss feel he had a chance to talk again, and continued. "You know what the difference between a mountain and a so called corporate ladder? A mountain always has a crevasse or two to which you can hang on as you climb up. But a company stops having such things after a certain point, you just get stuck in the middle of the mountain with no way to go up or down." With that he turns towards the door and steps out of the office slamming it shut. From inside the chiefs office everyone could hear him screaming that he'd never work in this state ever again. Consequently that suited him just fine as he had no intentions of returning to the States. This was only the first of several fights he'd have today, since he didn't announce anyone of his plans.

Tomorrow he would board a plane headed to Europe, the mountains there are by far more interesting and still unconquered by him. But until that moment he still had to face some people. His family would be rather shocked but wouldn't try to stop him, he is his father's son after all. The real problem would be his girlfriend...well the girl that stuck to him because he was buff and slightly famous in some circles. She always said she loved him, and he would always lie that he loved her too. But it was time to put an end to this. Mind you, he never planned to hurt her, but one could see how superficial her love was, thus he kept her around because she was convenient, no doubt she would find some other schmuck to leech of within a week.

He arrived at home late that evening since he had to pay a visit to all utilities, he had to liquidate all contracts after all. His girlfriend had already gotten home and was taking a shower. Perfect timing...he thought as he started packing. Packing meant usually just his underwear and socks since he kept most his close packed in a backpack at all times. He left out a pair of jeans a t shirt and a jacket to wear tomorrow, but that was about all. He debated for a second weather he should say something to his girlfriend or not, and decided that he'd rather not be there when she'd find out that he left her. As he opened the door to the lobby she got out of the bathroom with just a towel wrapped around her head. "Where on earth are you going with that at this hour?" she asked, as a response he only spat over the shoulder a dry "Goodbye"

I'm interested. Also, just a bit of forewarning: From my experience, people are known to stop right in the middle of things and sometimes without warning. This would make it incredibly difficult to keep continuity given we recruit new players. If we didn't, however, we may end up with very few people by the time the second game rolls over. This is unless we get super lucky and end up with a dedicated group of players.

I'll edit my profile as needed.

General Bio

Name: Mark Yu
Age: 18
Gender: Male

Appearance:

5'11"; normally dressed casually (jeans with a shirt); 140 lbs.

Superpower
Name of ability: Wind Mode
Description: Mark's power allows him to control his lungs, diaphragm, larynx, and parts of his face as well as other parts of his in order to indirectly effect the passage of air through his body. Using his body, Mark is able to shape air and, in a sense, spit it out to create large gusts of wind. Also by control of air, Mark has the ability to manipulate more directly sound which though harder to learn is actually much easier to master,


History
History: Mark was born in China and raised there until he was two years old. When his family was met with government issues related to his soon to be born little sister, the family had to move out of the country and make a living elsewhere. After gathering up enough money, Mark's family made enough money to move to the United States, He's been living in New York ever since. Mark didn't have any talents. He wasn't even very good at math, despite what most people say. He wasn't incredibly dimwitted, his parents pushing him to get smarter and take harder classes; but there was nothing Mark couldn't do that someone else couldn't do a lot better. It didn't bother him much growing up, or at least not apparently. Mark, at the time of the bus crash was eighteen years old and on his way to finishing High School. He is has honors and has been accepted into two Ivy League schools. In addition, he works at a small musical instruments store at the corner of the street he lives on.

The day before the bus ride: There were three taps and the clicking of a mechanical pencil, then the sound of said pencil scribbling something onto a piece of paper. It was Mark, a high school student, writing down something for his homework. He looked at his book and then back at the paper before erasing something and writing down something different. So was Mark's ordinary life. It was after school, and Mark had a few hours to go before work started. He also had a project due. It was what he was working on, and he intended to finish it regardless of the cost The boy stared at his paper again, focusing intently as if he were trying to figure something out. It was because he was trying to figure something out. The room was dark, blinds closed. It had a desk and a bed. The desk had a computer that was turned off and unplugged- Mark could have no distractions.

A couple of hours later, Mark put down his pencil and grabbed a glass of water before heading out for work. Because of its close proximity, Mark had no trouble walking there. "Hey" Mark said, waving to his boss who stood at the counter. On the way to his position, Mark picked up a fallen book and put it back on its shelf. "How's the family?" asked Mark's boss. "It's going pretty well. My parents work late as usual and my sister stays after school for classes." Mark answered. With a sigh, the boss wandered away to let Mark take over.

I'm interested if you're still accepting? I can have a CS up this evening ^_^

Name: Adam Basset
Age: 51
Gender: Male
Appearance: Standing at a respectable 5'10” and weighing in at 148 lbs, Adam is a dignified persona. Though his scruffy black hair has been gray for years, it is always clean and neatly-shorn, though he does have slight sideburns. Bright, almost youthful brown eyes glint beneath bushy eyebrows, giving him a look that when coupled with a dry smile and a few laugh lines give him a visage of good humor. He also sports a long, straight nose and a marvelous cleft chin. The rest of him is unremarkable despite an obvious genetic predisposition for body hair. His favorite color, a forest green, is evident in his decidedly old-fasioned wardrobe, and he will often wear black or khaki slacks. A tiny pewter crucifix pendant adorns his neck and he's kept his father's dingy old pocketwatch in one pocket or another for years.

Superpower
Name of ability: Psammokinesis
Description: Adam is able to create and manipulate sand and dust, either projecting it in an attack, creating defensive structures, or forming partially-sentient beings that can act on their own.
Level one abilities: In its most untempered state, Adam's ability is fitful. Sand will appear in his hands, both when he wants it to and not, which can be controlled in an extremely clumsy and limited manner. Occasionally, when enough sand is formed, it will coalesce into a small construct that almost always acts of its own accord. A headache will develop if his abilities go unchecked.
Level three abilities: At this stage Adam can control his sand generation, able to make a lot in a short time and fire it off in blasts, though he is limited from. He can solidify it into rudimentary constructs and structures, though this is difficult.
Level five abilities: When mastered, Adam's ability is frightening. In the span of seconds he can generate vast amounts of sand from any part of his body and even a few feet away. A raging sandstorm isn't hard to come by, and if Adam tries, he can create an entire legion of reasonably intelligent but totally loyal sand soldiers to fight for him.
Weakness/drawback: Three noteworthy counters to Adam's power exist. Enough water will make his sand into mud, instantly nullifying its supernatural properties. Focused fire will fuse his sand into crude glass if its in a tangible form. Lastly, in cold conditions the sand practically turns to snow, halving its speed and its usefulness. In early stages, his untempered power can make everyday activities unpleasant.

History
History: Though the world has changed in the fifty years of Adam's life, he's somehow remained the same. The only son of a lower-middle-class family in Pennsylvania, he nevertheless grew up contented and remarkably well-educated, thanks in part to the compassion and powerful morality of his parents Wilson and Bee. He's been a faithful Roman Catholic all his life, and it is evident in almost every aspect of him, from grandiose way of speaking to dignified posture. Though he dreamed of becoming a pastor at his local church he ultimately chose to attend a community college to ensure a career that could afford him and his soon-to-be wife Jill Nephthis a comfortable life. As such, he developed a nagging fear that he had turned his back on his faith—a feeling that intensified when the majority of professors at his chosen college proved atheist, almost militantly so. Now long out of college but far away from his hometown and with two daughters of his own, one twenty and the other twenty-two, he seeks to return to his roots.
The day before the bus ride: After needlessly making sure Jill -and her fresh Subway sandwich- was safe in the seatbelt, Adam tentatively shifted his parked sedan into reverse and backed out into the parking lot before gliding gently out onto the main street. The roads were congested, of course, as they always were at this hour, which afforded his dusty mind ample time to drift. A decade ago a similar trip to what Jill referred to as 'the best fast food around', the backseat would have been occupied by two little girls happily munching away on chips and babbling excitedly about school. Nowadays, school was (for his daughters) college, and it had been months since either Adam or Jill had seen them last. Of course, they maintained an almost daily phone call or e-mail, the latter of which both husband and wife still had trouble using effectively.

He was roused from his reverie as the light ahead flashed green and traffic lurched forward. Driving was, by now, second nature to him but it never hurt to be careful. A bratty beep ejaculated from an impatient white Subaru behind him, annoyed at his caution. When the opportunity provided, the Subaru wound out from behind Adam's sedan and zipped forward. Though others may have taken offense, all the impatient driver sparked in Adam was a dry smile. He always found a gritty sort of amusement in people that furiously rushed through life. As the white vehicle thrust past, he shot a quick glimpse at the license plate and found himself momentarily enraptured; firstly, the license was from New York, the same place he would be driving to by himself to spend the weekend as a tourist starting tomorrow. Secondly, the inscription upon the plate read 'PMS24-7'. Unable to contain himself, Adam burst out laughing, startling Jill, who tore herself away from a delicious mouthful of meatball marinara to make sure all was well. A short-winded explanation and she, too, was snorting in laughter.

Mr_pink said
suggestions for powers? I can't think of any that aren't too OP or stupid.

Well, there's really quite a variety. Making things/self intangible, minor teleportation, shapeshifting (partially, or into a select form, such as a monster), all kinds of manipulation of matter, invisible finger bullets, illusions, the ability to find things, anything. A simple one that I found had a lot of potential was the ability to slow things in close range via projected 'stasis fields', to put it colloquially. Slowing things down or stopping them at later levels is a great defensive ability with a lot of application.

General Bio
Name: James Knight
Age: 37
Gender: Male
Appearance: James is fairly short and small with youthful looking features to the degree that he could easily be mistaken for being several years younger. His skin is on the darker side of Caucasian in colour and he has bright ginger hair shaved close to his head but with enough remaining for the colour to be clearly visible and blue eyes, wearing thick-rimmed glasses most of the time despite barely needing them. He typically wears very casual clothes, tending towards jeans and clothes with hoods as well as preferring dark colours, with a common addition of a (fake) leather jacket and heavy boots.

Superpower
Name of ability: Sound manipulation
Description: James can control sound in many ways, most notably amplifying it significantly. While he can outright create sound, his powers are much more significant if he has a controlled source of sound to amplify such as a speaker or a human voice. He is perfectly capable of creating sound that is beyond human hearing but it is more difficult, as is creating sound that he can't hear. He is able to adjust pitch and amplitude as well, although volume is easier. With experience, he will become able to duplicate existing sound and generate it from points further away from himself.

Level one abilities: James can generate uncontrolled noise from around his body. He can also amplify sound that comes from other sources and can reach uncomfortable volumes. Control of pitch and amplitude at a very basic level will become possible for him at the top end of level one. He has no ability to muffle sound at this level.

Level three abilities: He will be able to reach greater volumes and have more precise control of pitch and amplitude. At this level he will also be able to cause sound to radiate from areas a small distance away from him.

Level five abilities: At this level, his control of volume, pitch and amplitude will be very precise and he can reach very high or low values in each. He will be able to mimic existing sounds and cause sound to radiate from an area a reasonable distance from him with a maximum of about ten meters. At this level he can process sound better, being able to sense qualities of sound that would normally need a machine to measure with just his hearing and can also hear a wider range of sounds which are normally not audible to human ears.

Weakness/drawback: As he has no capability of muffling sound in a limited area and at lower levels he can only use his powers to good effect if he is near or is the source, he is susceptible to his own sound and any effects of it, including short term, or possibly even long-term if he isn't careful, hearing damage. He also can generate higher volumes with an existing source amplified by his powers than with sound generated purely by his powers. While he can generate sound he can't hear, it is more difficult for him.

History
History: James was born in England, to an English father and an American mother who were both wealthy entrepreneurs. His parents separated when he was still an infant and after an intense custody battle his father eventually managed to secure sole custody. While he was spoiled by his rich father and given anything he wanted, his father was typically too busy with his business to interact with his son and clearly cared about money and status more than family, causing James to grow distant from his father, not wanting to become anti-social and impersonal like his father, and leading him into a career of helping people.

James decided to become a doctor and tried to act completely independently of his father but could not afford to study without financial support, so accepted the help of his mother and moved to America. He successfully trained as a doctor and while he found some conflict in trying to make a life of helping people who had to pay for his services, he eventually settled into his career and specialized as a neurosurgeon. He got a steady job in New York and continues trying to live life independent of his parents' money and fulfilling his goal of helping people.

The day before the bus ride: James walked swiftly through the hospital but despite his best efforts to get away quickly a patient ran up to him as he had almost reached the door. While he was in a hurry, he considered the health of others to be infinitely more important than his own social life and as such stopped to listen to them. James recognized him as the non-custodial father of one of his patients, as the man had been forcibly removed earlier.

"Doctor ! My son, is he..."

"Alex is alive and well, Mr Hampshire, the operation was successful. But I don't have to remind you that there is a restraining order in place and that you're violating it by being here. I don't want to get you in trouble but I'm not going to break the law for you."

The man was about to speak but stopped when he saw the serious expression on the doctor's face. James indicated towards the door and the man sighed and left through it. James looked around to make sure he hadn't been making a scene before following and walking off across the street. He took his phone out of his pocket as it started to ring, checking who it was before putting it up to his ear. He let out a small sigh as his mother started talking on the other end. Although anyone around him wouldn't be able to hear the other end of the conversation, he became obviously more flustered as it went on.

"Yes, mother, I'll get there in a couple of hours."

"No, I can't be there faster, I have people I need to meet."

"Yes, I know you've been planning this but I already said when I could meet you."

"I couldn't have called you earlier, I was at work!"

"I know, I know, stay calm."

"Look, I'll be there when I said I would. Goodbye."

At that, he hung up and awkwardly thrust his phone back into his pocket before continuing down the street.

General Bio
Name: Joy Cereza
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Appearance:

Superpower:
Name of ability: Hair Manipulation.
Description: Can manipulate hair into clothing, defensive armour or offensive attacks.
Level one abilities: Hair acts as Kevlar armour and can protect against elements, keeping Joy warm or cool depending on situation.
Level three abilities: Hair acts as ceramic plated armour and has the tensile strength of 1 millimeter of Dyneema Fiber, capable of holding up to 529 lbs of weight and able to lift up to 140 lbs. Can shape hair into a parachute apparatus to survive falls from a great height.
Level five abilities: Hair acts as diamond armour and can protect against temperatures reaching 1,472°F. Joy's hair can also shape itself into stabbing, grappling or bludgeoning weapons, such as spears, hands, clubs and hammers and is capable of holding up to 1058 lbs.
POINT OF REFERENCE: A Nordic VI propeller driven aircraft weighs 586 lbs with a max weight of 1058 lbs. A standard residential elevator can carry up to 750 lbs
Weakness/drawback: At low levels, flame can burn her hair and it can also be cut by a sharp enough blade. The higher the level of her abilities, the higher the temperature needed to burn her hair and the sharper the blade needed to cut it.

History:
History: Joy was raised by survivalist parents, preparing for the 'inevitable apocalypse'. When she was 13 years old her parents were arrested on a technicality involving unlicensed firearms with the judge making an example of the couple, resulting in Joy being placed in 'the system'. Several of the families that Joy was adopted by were abusive to say the least, the breaking point coming when she was sixteen, involving an incident where her adoptive father suffered an 'accident', leaving him mute and paralyzed from the neck down.
No evidence could be found of foul play and the victim was uncooperative, but the end result was Joy being 'un-adoptable' during the rest of her time in the home. Since leaving the home, Joy has worked several menial, but well-paying jobs, mostly in construction, labor and security. She has developed a distrust of authority for obvious reasons and stays 'on-the-grid' as much as she needs to in order to keep people from knocking on her door, owning no credit cards, cell phone or even internet connection, legally purchasing any weapons in her possession with the appropriate licensing and visiting her parents in prison once a month.

The day before the bus ride:
Joy was just finishing her monthly inventory. At this point, her life was a well oiled machine of routine and repetition, ironic really, considering it was in preparation for an unforeseeable change in the status quo. This house had been in her family for two generations and they'd been lucky to hold on to it after her parents incarceration. Looking over the store room, Joy mentally checked off the items that she'd already checked off on paper. Long life milk, canned goods, gasoline, they were all there. She'd tested each of the generators and found them each to be working and was preparing to make her way to the garden to tend the crops.
The corn was starting to come along as well as the tomatoes. The onions had taken some getting used to with figuring out the correct spacing, but she'd figured it out eventually. It pained her to admit, but the time she'd spent in the home had made her rusty in terms of her agricultural knowledge and she was too proud to ask her parents how to do it. Nevertheless, one half of the onion patch was growing healthy onion bulbs whilst the other, more closely spaced onions were well on their way to becoming green onions. The chives were growing well and the asparagus would take another year to become harvest-able, but by and large, the garden was doing well.

After this, she'd make her way inside, check her knives to make sure they were sharp enough and oil and clean her guns before retiring for the evening before work visiting her parents tomorrow. After that, she'd take The Midway Partisan out to the range for a couple of hours of target practice, just as she always did at least once a week. The Midway Partisan was her pride and joy, a modified, drum-fed XM16E1, or M16, with the barrel shortened and the stock removed. Joy had done this in efforts to create a carbine that combined the feel and quick handling of a handgun with the force of a rifle. The only drawback, however, was that the relatively light weight meant that it had a strong recoil, and was quite difficult to aim with the shortened barrel causing the bullets to 'tumble' through the air, also decreasing accuracy. Joy was almost at the point where she could fire the Partisan one-handed with relative ease, but it would still take her some getting used to. The gun clearly wasn't practical for hunting or long range offense/defence, but it was exactly what she wanted in terms of up-close-and-personal defence.
Sighing with a hint of content, Joy made her way inside. Perhaps after this she'd work her way through a couple of chapters of the latest book she'd been reading. She deserved a treat.

Regendorf, Descartes and Lugubrious- Accepted, I'll add you to the roster.

Dingo said
I'm interested if you're still accepting? I can have a CS up this evening ^_^

Sure. As an interesting sidenote, my dog is named Dingo.

EDIT: It looks like you posted while I was typing this out. It's looking good so far but your superpower section is a little too overpowered for this roleplay. Do you think you could limit your powers to just one instead of four different powers. It might be a good idea to check out the interest check or the character sheets already posted so you can get a general idea.

Wow, if this continues I might have to put an end to my no limit policy. I wasn't expecting so many people to take interest in this in the interest check and as I usually do, thought that about half the people that stated their interest and disappear but the OOC hasn't even been up a full day yet and we already have eight sheets posted here.

Mr_pink said
suggestions for powers? I can't think of any that aren't too OP or stupid.

Whoops, I must have missed that in your original post while scanning through the thread earlier today on my phone. Lugubrious has a good list that you could use also, here's a small snippet from a word document with a list of powers I've been building if you(or anyone else) could use.

-Enhanced strength/durability

-Illusionist- able to fool the fire senses of the target at the cost of being influenced at the same degree as well.

-Empathy- able to feel the emotion of other people in a ten foot radius but unable to distinguish between different people until level 3. Able to pass their own emotion to others through skin contact (constantly on).

-Elasticity- arms and legs gains an elastic component allowing them to bend and stretch further than humanly possible. The longer the appendage is stretched, the thinner the appendage become making it more flexible but harder to keep ridged. Still able to feel pain in appendages as a normal person and able to get cut.

-Arborkinesis- since affected by the serum, able to secrete ~~~ (chemical component or something else that allows a plant to grow- research later on) allowing the person to be able to speed the growth and manipulate plants of all kinds by touch. Properties of the plant cannot be changed (vine type of plants will be more flexible than the more durable oak tree)

Name: Ian Mathers
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Appearance:

Ian stands 5'10", with brown hair and blue eyes. He has no scars, though has an army unit tattoo on his right arm.

Superpower
Name of ability: Light Manipulation
Description: Every since being exposed to the serum Ian has been able absorb, shape, and manipulate visible light. In the beginning Ian has only been able to pull the light around him into his body where it is stored, and radiate that light from his hands. However as his own control begins to expand his powers begin to manifest in holographic projections, invisibility, light-powered combat, and photokinetic constructs.

Level one abilities: At this most basic of skill Ian is only capable of absorbing the light around him and radiating it from his hands. At the middle of level one he will however, learned enough control to manipulate the light into blast capable of knocking someone back a few feet.

Level three abilities: By level three Ian will have mastered some of the more basic uses of his powers, being able to generate holographic projections, light solidification in the form of a shield, warping light around him for invisibility, and the light blast of level one is capable of throwing an individual up to twenty feet at great force.

Level five abilities: By level five Ian's control in solidification has increased to the point where he is able to create smaller constructs, such as a shield that molds to his body, small weapons, though nothing more complicated than watch or bigger in mass than a dog.

Weakness/drawback: The one major weakness for Ian has been his inability to generate light its self. As a result he is wholly dependent on the light around him and that which he has been able to store. This weakness makes him useless in a pitch black environment, and where visible light is at a premium.

History
History: Ian Mathers was born and raised in Seattle, WA. Shortly after graduating high school Ian enlisted in the Army as an intelligence analyst. Ian served multiple tours in Iraq and Afghanistan, before returning stateside and marrying his high school girlfriend in 2004. In 2006 Ian was stationed in Japan for two years, before moving to Germany for another three.

It was in July of 2012 that Ian's life changed when he discovered that his wife of eight years had been sleeping around. Despite being in a better position, his wife destroyed him in the divorce. Over the next year Ian quickly spiraled into alcoholism, eventually ending in a dishonorable discharge when he hospitalized one of the officers that had led to his divorce. With little other prospects Ian found himself in New York in 2014, working for a small security firm ran by a sympathetic army buddy.

The day before the bus ride:

"Maybe you should take tomorrow off."

Ian looked up with tired eyes from the report he had been reading. He was sitting in Andrew McCaslin's office, discussing the latest client when Andrew had thrown that last part out there. He stared at the other man for an intense moment trying to figure out if he was having doubts about Ian's ability to do the job. It would be the small security firm's biggest client. Their ability to provide their service could make or brake them. He opened his mouth about to say something, but was cut off by Andrew.

"I am not saying that I think you are unfit for the job. Just that you got a major bomb dropped on you last week on top of the wreak that was your marriage. If I'd found out that my daughter wasn't mine I would be a mess too. You've been working none stop, going home only to drink yourself to sleep and return here. You can't keep treating yourself like this."

"How else should I treat myself." Ian's voice held a bit of bitterness as he looked back down at the file in his hand. He didn't want to meet his friend's gaze because then Ian would be forced to admit that he was right. He'd been avoiding his own reality for much to long, and this last week alone he'd done everything he could t keep his mind numb. There was only so much of that a person in his field could take though before those around him began to suffer too.

"Take the weekend off. Go out and see the city, meet new people. Get laid. I don't care. Just do something for yourself and get your rest. We can discuss this client Monday morning."

Kirra said
Do you think you could limit your powers to just one instead of four different powers.

Fix'd :)

EDIT: Hmmm... Going over the Interest Check. Are my Level Five abilities still too OP? I figure that with her hair having diamond strength it could hold and lift more. Basically, I was going for "Could lift and throw a full semi/Pull a bus full of orphans to safety from a collapsing bridge", but is that too much?

Yeah, I feel like it's still a little too OP, also I would like to leave enough space so that if someone would want to have a character with super strength they wouldn't be overshadowed by your power.