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ProxyInc Browncoat
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Sometimes it's hard to just keep going
But faith is moving without knowing
Can I trust what I can't see?
Name
Amara Nguyen
Age
Eighteen
Birthday
January 1
Gender
Female
Sexuality
Bi-sexual
Room number
Six
Coach
Felix Larsen
Appearance
Amara stands at a mere five foot two, her body slim and willowy. While her heritage is mixed she tends to favor her father who hails from South Korea. Her features are soft and delicate like that of a birds; in fact the only thing that truly stands out on the young lady was the shocking white of her locks. A rare recessive gene that passed from her mother's side. Her flesh is almost as pallid as her hair but that was more of a personal choice. She didn't care for the contrast between her lighter tresses and dark skin. Amara's style was simple; a wash of monochrome dresses and general light fabrics. The only featuring colors was the soft pink of her lips and the dark blue of her eyes. Despite her rather reclusive nature Amara tended to draw attention and over time had developed an easy-going demeanor around strangers.
History
Her life was simple, really. She got up for school every morning around five am and would relax listening to music until the rest of the house would stir awake. She was always an early riser which tended to be helpful when you're the oldest out of four. She'd rouse her younger siblings; helping them dust off the remaining traces of sleep and begin her day. Her mother, Korabell, was a neurosurgeon and often out and working late while her father had actually passed several years back in a fatal car accident. Before then he was a librarian. The stark difference between her parents was probably why they got along so well. Her mother was high stress and always on the go while her father was soft, calm and took his time. They balanced each other out. Amara always admired their dedication to one other and secretly hoped to find someone who'd compliment her nature like they had.
She generally took after her father in more than just looks. She was soft spoken and quiet where her younger siblings tended to be rowdy and rough. In fact her nonchalant attitude had earned her a reputation in high school. Somehow bringing her to cool status within a mere week of transferring there. She didn't completely mind though. In fact it was how she had made her best friend; Nova. Nova was Amara's closet companion. She was loud and outgoing- a little brash at times but that's what she loved about her the most. The girl was never afraid to say exactly what she thought. The two were practically inseparable. In fact she was the only one who had known about Amara's odd quirks.
Her kidnapping was, well it was a kidnapping! Greedy hands that grabbed and pulled and bound her. Shoving her head in a black bag as she was roughly shoved to the floor. She'll never forget that moment. As her heart lodged firmly in her throat.
Power
Time disruption:
It started out with small gaps; she'd lose her footing and it was as if everything slowed for a tiny second. Just enough time for her to recognize that she was falling but never enough for her to correct herself. The longest time was during her father's accident. She had actually been in the passenger side when an oncoming car suddenly lurched into their lane. Everything felt frozen as she watched horrified as her father slowly braced for impact. Out of instinct she had curled herself up and in result managed to avoid the dashboard crushing both her legs. Her father; wasn't so lucky. Amara had never had it last as long since. In fact usually by time she realized it was happening it was already over.
But faith is moving without knowing
Amara 'Mara' Nguyen
Can I trust what I can't see?
To reach my destiny
I want to take control but I know better
I want to take control but I know better
Name
Amara Nguyen
Age
Eighteen
Birthday
January 1
Gender
Female
Sexuality
Bi-sexual
Room number
Six
Coach
Felix Larsen
Appearance
Amara stands at a mere five foot two, her body slim and willowy. While her heritage is mixed she tends to favor her father who hails from South Korea. Her features are soft and delicate like that of a birds; in fact the only thing that truly stands out on the young lady was the shocking white of her locks. A rare recessive gene that passed from her mother's side. Her flesh is almost as pallid as her hair but that was more of a personal choice. She didn't care for the contrast between her lighter tresses and dark skin. Amara's style was simple; a wash of monochrome dresses and general light fabrics. The only featuring colors was the soft pink of her lips and the dark blue of her eyes. Despite her rather reclusive nature Amara tended to draw attention and over time had developed an easy-going demeanor around strangers.
History
Her life was simple, really. She got up for school every morning around five am and would relax listening to music until the rest of the house would stir awake. She was always an early riser which tended to be helpful when you're the oldest out of four. She'd rouse her younger siblings; helping them dust off the remaining traces of sleep and begin her day. Her mother, Korabell, was a neurosurgeon and often out and working late while her father had actually passed several years back in a fatal car accident. Before then he was a librarian. The stark difference between her parents was probably why they got along so well. Her mother was high stress and always on the go while her father was soft, calm and took his time. They balanced each other out. Amara always admired their dedication to one other and secretly hoped to find someone who'd compliment her nature like they had.
She generally took after her father in more than just looks. She was soft spoken and quiet where her younger siblings tended to be rowdy and rough. In fact her nonchalant attitude had earned her a reputation in high school. Somehow bringing her to cool status within a mere week of transferring there. She didn't completely mind though. In fact it was how she had made her best friend; Nova. Nova was Amara's closet companion. She was loud and outgoing- a little brash at times but that's what she loved about her the most. The girl was never afraid to say exactly what she thought. The two were practically inseparable. In fact she was the only one who had known about Amara's odd quirks.
Her kidnapping was, well it was a kidnapping! Greedy hands that grabbed and pulled and bound her. Shoving her head in a black bag as she was roughly shoved to the floor. She'll never forget that moment. As her heart lodged firmly in her throat.
Power
Time disruption:
It started out with small gaps; she'd lose her footing and it was as if everything slowed for a tiny second. Just enough time for her to recognize that she was falling but never enough for her to correct herself. The longest time was during her father's accident. She had actually been in the passenger side when an oncoming car suddenly lurched into their lane. Everything felt frozen as she watched horrified as her father slowly braced for impact. Out of instinct she had curled herself up and in result managed to avoid the dashboard crushing both her legs. Her father; wasn't so lucky. Amara had never had it last as long since. In fact usually by time she realized it was happening it was already over.
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Jinxer The British One
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Arthur Ragnarson
Age: 17, born 11th October 1998
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual/Bi-Romantic
Appearance
Arthur is above average height, standing at 5' 11", is broad shouldered and has a strong build from years of playing a variety of sports. Ever since he stopped growing, in the last year or so, he has undergone physical training under the instruction of a tutor to enhance his potential as a sportsman and athlete. As such he is well toned and has a habit of beginning every morning early with a round of intense exercise.
He is naturally pale skinned but has a long-term tan from his frequent outdoors activities and has very pale hair, blond almost to the point of being white-haired. His eyes are a turquoise colour, bright and warm, with an intensity that could be unnerving if it were not for the relaxed air that surrounds their owner.
History
Arthur was born and bred in Southern England of the United Kingdom. His father was a successful accountant to the wealthy in London, often away for weeks or even months at a time while his mother had worked as a lawyer before Arthur came along. After that she retired but still received a sizeable income after inheriting controlling shares of a large stationary company built up by her grandfather.
Ever since Arthur can remember his mother has been mentally unstable and it supposedly only got worse after giving birth to him. Arthur's father never said a thing but it was clear he put a great deal of blame on his son and, although he provided an extraordinarily privileged upbringing, there was no love in the relationship. When the option for going to a boarding school arose Arthur was shipped off before he even knew what was happening and ever since has rarely returned home and even then only for a brief period of time.
As one might expect with such wealth in the family, Arthur had access to the most expensive tutors and trainers with a great deal of expectation thrust upon the only child in the family. His strong academic performance was matched with an array of athletic and other sporting awards and it was inevitable that he was given multiple scholarships to Eton, the most expensive and prestigious school in the country. Here he brushed shoulders with the offspring of former Prime Ministers and other leading politicians, the children of the richest and most powerful businessmen and women and even the occasional Royal (although not any heirs to the throne, of course).
Over the years he learned to enjoy his time away from home and his family and became very independent. A lot of his spare time was spent with various sports team (specifically the badminton, rugby and athletic clubs) and the rest was in the expansive libraries his affluent schools opened to their pupils.
It was during one of these spells in the quiet library that he was seized by the programme's operatives and secreted out to a waiting vehicle, the librarian conveniently called away to an emergency elsewhere.
Power: Accelerated healing.
It was during a rugby game that Arthur first had a clue to his power's existence. A high tackle wrenched his left shoulder out of its socket but his coach forced it back in as there was no sub to take his place and cancelling a game due to injury would forever be a blight upon the school's record. The next few scrums put additional pressure on the shoulder until his collar bone fractured just as the game ended.
Once at hospital it was found the injury had begun to mend already and he constantly exceeded his doctor's time frames for the recovery process to the point of it being abnormal.
xAsunaWolfx The Sriracha Lover
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Misaki
Her lavender locks and gentle purple eyes paint an almost otherworldly picture, as does her full yet slender frame. Her human face reminds you of a deer, so docile, innocent, and dainty. That is, until she smiles, where her sharp canines reminds you of a housecat. She is a rare beauty who adorns herself with silver trinkets, bearing tiger-like markings across the left side of her ribs. She stands much taller than the average woman but would seem short to the 6 foot man. She appears intelligent but seems to have the memory of Dory the fish, at times.
Age: 17, July 13th, 1997
Sexuality: Bisexual, leans more towards Caucasian men.
History: From the day she was born, was always the odd kid. For this reason, her parents decided to give her to the state, It was as if she was born with the instincts of an animal. For example, instead of crawling, she opted for walking like a dog. Getting her to use spoons, forks, or even her hands was out of your control, as she would only eat out of bowls. She had to learn how to become human by watching others and needed extensive lessons in the English language before she would stop speaking in multiple animal languages, such as "Blub blub" (For those who are not fluent in fish language, that is a curse word!). Walking lessons and physical therapy were preformed until misaki stopped flopping on the floor and learned that she could not swim in air. Years later, she finally become a "normal" kid by her mid teens. Her medical records were eventually released, which may explain why identical men and women kidnapped her.
Power:
*Shape shifting- Various animal body parts will replace hers. It's completely random and useless.
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wolverbells
Member
Seen
12 mos ago
Name
Irina Ivanov
Age
December 3, 1998 (making her 17)
Gender
Female
Sexuality
Heterosexual
Height
5'5"
Weight
130 lbs
Appearance
Irina is of a fairly average height, standing at about 5'5" and weighing around 130 lbs. She has well defined curves that are accentuated by the clothes that she wears. She has muscle definition from her years of gymnastics back when she lived in Moscow. Her hair is a jet black color and falls in curls down to the middle of her back, when straight it's an A-line cut and falls a little more to the small of her back. Her skin is a fair, not too pale color, with a few freckles sprinkled over her nose and on the top of her cheeks. Her eyes are a vibrant emerald green surrounded by thick, long lashes. Irina has hardly ever worn make up and finds it annoying and useless.
History
Father being Russian, mother being Spaniard; Being an immigrant from a foreign country has helped shape Irina through out the years. She was born to a dysfunctional family. Her parents were hardly ever home, trying to work hard for Irina to have a better life than they did but because of that there was no communication and the parents ended up divorcing. Irina had stayed with her mother and moved to Spain trying to find somewhere where they could settle down for a while and live calmly. They finally did, after about five years, but by that time Irina was 10 and her abilities had become more persistent. The voices in her head would begin to overwhelm her more frequently and they would stay for longer periods of time. There were days that she could not handle the voices and got to the point where she’d either cry herself to sleep or the migraine would make her fall asleep. It was because of this reason that she was able to be ‘captured’, as she puts it, and taken away from her mother.
Power(s)
Telekinesis. Irina has the ability to manipulate objects with her mind, such as lifting a book and throwing it across a room, but on a slightly larger scale. That ability is not active at the moment though. It is dormant. Her active ability is telepathy. She doesn’t know it yet but she can hear what others are thinking all at once. She can not control the surge of voices that suddenly attack her, or the constant hushed murmurs that sometimes feel as a background noise in her head.
Weakness(s)
While Irina will be able to easily lift several small objects, larger objects will be more difficult to handle. For things any bigger than a human, Irina must concentrate as much as possible to be able to lift it without dropping it. Lifting other humans as well is rather difficult for her, seeing as how she does not trust herself to keep them safe. Another weakness would be that if too much mental exertion happens, internal injuries will happen. When it comes to telepathy, she can not just delve into others minds as some type of all powered being. If others want to keep certain thoughts ‘private’, she can not read or see them. To start with, Irina can only hear what people are presently thinking and that’s only because she can not control what she can or can not hear.
Personality
A bit of a reclusive person, Irina would technically classify as an introvert but she doesn't think so. She likes to be around others but enjoys just listening to conversations. She has a 'polite' look on her face that would make her seem approachable by others, yet as soon as she speaks it's another story. Irina is very stern and at times somewhat sarcastic when others get on her nerves. She, in some ways, can be very naive at times, not knowing much about the new country, only the town where she resides.
Even with this type of 'wall' that she has built, Irina is a caring person to those that win her heart. She has a soft spot for children and animals and strives to help either one. She also has a major soft spot for sweets.
Irina Ivanov
Age
December 3, 1998 (making her 17)
Gender
Female
Sexuality
Heterosexual
Height
5'5"
Weight
130 lbs
Appearance
Irina is of a fairly average height, standing at about 5'5" and weighing around 130 lbs. She has well defined curves that are accentuated by the clothes that she wears. She has muscle definition from her years of gymnastics back when she lived in Moscow. Her hair is a jet black color and falls in curls down to the middle of her back, when straight it's an A-line cut and falls a little more to the small of her back. Her skin is a fair, not too pale color, with a few freckles sprinkled over her nose and on the top of her cheeks. Her eyes are a vibrant emerald green surrounded by thick, long lashes. Irina has hardly ever worn make up and finds it annoying and useless.
History
Father being Russian, mother being Spaniard; Being an immigrant from a foreign country has helped shape Irina through out the years. She was born to a dysfunctional family. Her parents were hardly ever home, trying to work hard for Irina to have a better life than they did but because of that there was no communication and the parents ended up divorcing. Irina had stayed with her mother and moved to Spain trying to find somewhere where they could settle down for a while and live calmly. They finally did, after about five years, but by that time Irina was 10 and her abilities had become more persistent. The voices in her head would begin to overwhelm her more frequently and they would stay for longer periods of time. There were days that she could not handle the voices and got to the point where she’d either cry herself to sleep or the migraine would make her fall asleep. It was because of this reason that she was able to be ‘captured’, as she puts it, and taken away from her mother.
Power(s)
Telekinesis. Irina has the ability to manipulate objects with her mind, such as lifting a book and throwing it across a room, but on a slightly larger scale. That ability is not active at the moment though. It is dormant. Her active ability is telepathy. She doesn’t know it yet but she can hear what others are thinking all at once. She can not control the surge of voices that suddenly attack her, or the constant hushed murmurs that sometimes feel as a background noise in her head.
Weakness(s)
While Irina will be able to easily lift several small objects, larger objects will be more difficult to handle. For things any bigger than a human, Irina must concentrate as much as possible to be able to lift it without dropping it. Lifting other humans as well is rather difficult for her, seeing as how she does not trust herself to keep them safe. Another weakness would be that if too much mental exertion happens, internal injuries will happen. When it comes to telepathy, she can not just delve into others minds as some type of all powered being. If others want to keep certain thoughts ‘private’, she can not read or see them. To start with, Irina can only hear what people are presently thinking and that’s only because she can not control what she can or can not hear.
Personality
A bit of a reclusive person, Irina would technically classify as an introvert but she doesn't think so. She likes to be around others but enjoys just listening to conversations. She has a 'polite' look on her face that would make her seem approachable by others, yet as soon as she speaks it's another story. Irina is very stern and at times somewhat sarcastic when others get on her nerves. She, in some ways, can be very naive at times, not knowing much about the new country, only the town where she resides.
Even with this type of 'wall' that she has built, Irina is a caring person to those that win her heart. She has a soft spot for children and animals and strives to help either one. She also has a major soft spot for sweets.
SheriffLlama In Trench I'm Not Alone
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Abel "Abe" Parker
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Appearance:
He stands at 6'2 and weighs about 180 pounds. He's muscular, but not jacked. He has long dark hair, but usually keeps his facial hair to a short trim (As seen in the image). He wears long sleeves most of the time but usually has them rolled to his mid-forearm.
History:
Abel is the son of a single mother and has two sisters that are identical twins. Being the oldest, and the only man in the house, he took on a lot of responsibilities. He grew up teaching his younger sisters, who were thankfully athletic like he was, how to play sports, which was the only thing they all had in common. Despite this, he was still a more reserved person. He often stayed in his room and played video games and studied computers.
Unlike most gamers and techies , he was also very into lifting weights, though he didn't want to get bulky and look like a disgusting bodybuilder. As soon as he was old enough he started working out until he could lift a decent amount for his size and age. Due to being in a house constantly filled with his sisters and his sister's friends, he often quickly found himself outnumbered and completely overwhelmed by feminine presence in his house.
In high school he played soccer and was actually really good at it. Despite this, he was never a popular kid. The only reason that most people knew him was because it was common knowledge that he could be called upon to fix most technological issues that people experienced throughout a regular day. His affinity to technology made it far from surprising that his ability was Technopathy.
Power: Technopathy
Abel can read and emit electronic wavelengths and take over most common electronics. At first however, he will only be able to read them and feel them, and won't be able to control how he interacts with them. Eventually, however, he will be able to posses technology and communicate with it, and his radius of control will expand.
Name: Damien Cray
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
History: Damien grew up with a mother who was an English teacher, a father who was a contractor, and a little sister who was quite a bit younger than him. Damien used to be a good child with high grades and a diligent demeanor. He took care of all his homework, studied frequently, and did his chores. His parents, however, were worried about him due to his lack of interest in making friends, and pushed the issue whenever they could. Damien was quickly fed up with them and agreed to it just so he could get them off his case about it. Things started out alright as he began his attempts to make friends. He slowly grew into a more outgoing person, though he mainly stuck with a few close friends.
As he grew up, though, he began to make a number of choices that changed who he was. He became more apathetic towards things like schoolwork to the point of skipping classes sometimes, causing his grades to drop, though they stayed above the level of worry (low B's). He got involved in more violent activities with people who tried to pick on him and/or others and was eventually able to hold his own against them. He became quite a free-spirited delinquent. The only thing that really stopped him from going all the way was his little sister, who he cared for quite deeply and always wanted to see a smile on, so he played the part of being the loving big brother.
At one point in his life, while he had been doing his homework, he noticed that his pens and pencils had slight black marks around the areas he was holding them. As he wondered why those marks were there, he also began to notice the smell of smoke in front of him. By the time that he noticed that his pencil was beginning to catch fire, it was too late and a flame had appeared. Fortunately, he had a water bottle nearby and quickly extinguished the flame. With the immediate crisis over, Damien made the decision to forget the event even happened and did his best to ignore it. Unfortunately, it seemed like fate had other plans for him, as months later, a group of people managed to catch him alone. Damien put up a decent fight, but was overwhelmed and tazed into unconsciousness.
Power: Pyrokinesis: The ability to control flames. That's really all it is, at least so far, and even then, all he can do is produce a flame on the tip of a finger like a lighter
Thundercrash The Dimensional Drifter
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Name: Stasya Volkov
Age: 16, December 21st, 1998
Gender: female (for now)
Sexuality: unknown
Appearance: Due to the potential extent of the subject’s powers, she may not possess a singular appearance. Currently, however,the subject possesses a “base form” of sorts. This form has the appearance of a fifteen year old girl, with pale-coloured skin, dark hair, and bright blue eyes. She stands at approximately 5’1”. Be advised, the subject has been seen to subconsciously adjust minor details of her appearance based on her emotional state.
Personality: Extended psychological evaluations have revealed that the subject is very compliant and meek, likely due to her past trauma. She is also easily agitated, particularly by close proximity to older males (see subject history for details). This makes her very dangerous, as her powers tend to reflexively activate when she is in distress. She has been seen to have frequent nightmares, though close proximity to a trusted individual appears to alleviate this.
History: Investigation of the subject’s previous life indicates that she came from a low income family. Born in Saratov, Russia, her father worked as a security guard, while her mother stayed at home with her and her little sister. Her father was also an abusive alcoholic. Starting at the age of 15, the subject was repeatedly raped by her drunken father over the course of a year, which appears to have been what triggered her powers; approximately two months after the subject’s 16th birthday she was found covered in what appeared to be scales, with no visible sexual characteristics. Subject was placed in the hospital upon discovery, and obtained shortly thereafter.
Power:
Adaptive Shape-shifting: Subject has demonstrated the ability to subconsciously make medium-scale alterations to her body in response to her emotional state and environment, such as minor alterations to her height, weight and density, epidermal alterations such has scales, fur growth and defensive weapons such as fangs, claws and spines (note: these are not particularly large or sharp). Observation has also revealed conscious minor-scale alterations such as hair colour, skin colour and eye colour.
Age: 16, December 21st, 1998
Gender: female (for now)
Sexuality: unknown
Appearance: Due to the potential extent of the subject’s powers, she may not possess a singular appearance. Currently, however,the subject possesses a “base form” of sorts. This form has the appearance of a fifteen year old girl, with pale-coloured skin, dark hair, and bright blue eyes. She stands at approximately 5’1”. Be advised, the subject has been seen to subconsciously adjust minor details of her appearance based on her emotional state.
Personality: Extended psychological evaluations have revealed that the subject is very compliant and meek, likely due to her past trauma. She is also easily agitated, particularly by close proximity to older males (see subject history for details). This makes her very dangerous, as her powers tend to reflexively activate when she is in distress. She has been seen to have frequent nightmares, though close proximity to a trusted individual appears to alleviate this.
History: Investigation of the subject’s previous life indicates that she came from a low income family. Born in Saratov, Russia, her father worked as a security guard, while her mother stayed at home with her and her little sister. Her father was also an abusive alcoholic. Starting at the age of 15, the subject was repeatedly raped by her drunken father over the course of a year, which appears to have been what triggered her powers; approximately two months after the subject’s 16th birthday she was found covered in what appeared to be scales, with no visible sexual characteristics. Subject was placed in the hospital upon discovery, and obtained shortly thereafter.
Power:
Adaptive Shape-shifting: Subject has demonstrated the ability to subconsciously make medium-scale alterations to her body in response to her emotional state and environment, such as minor alterations to her height, weight and density, epidermal alterations such has scales, fur growth and defensive weapons such as fangs, claws and spines (note: these are not particularly large or sharp). Observation has also revealed conscious minor-scale alterations such as hair colour, skin colour and eye colour.
Myriam Riley Cassedy
Appearance
Myriam stands at 1, 53m / almost perfectly 5 feet and is therefor considered petite. She weights 55kg / ca. 121 lbs and has a sporty figure. She doesn't really have a lot of strength and does't show a lof of muscles, though her stomach is nicely toned. Her skin is not exactly pale, but stays a light white tone. She is rather to get sunburnt than catch a tan in summer.
Her hair is naturally blonde, but gets often mistaken for dyed due to her darker roots that make her seem to have naturally brown hair. Myriam's eyes are blue-green and though mostly being described as blue or green, the light can make them look beige-ish too at times.
Her breasts are a decent B cup and rather perky.
Age
18 years
Born on February 24, 1997
Gender
Female
Sexuality
Bisexual with a preference for girls
Likes
Animals
Dancing (and cheerleading)
Doing sports (especially ones involving a ball of any kind)
Books
Chess
Bright colors
The USA flag and the UK flag
Nature and all four seasons
Creative people (she is not creative herself)
Pizza!
Children
Riding the bike
Magic (she will not hear that it is not real!)
Dislikes
Loud sudden noises
Violence
Mean words
Being touched out of nowhere
Being left out or behind
Phoning or voice messages
Fights
Trump
Politics
Needles
Boxing (she considers it too violent)
Power
Mind Control
Myriam's power is easily described as mind control, although it is a lot more complicated than "I say jump, you ask how high". Her ability in using the power is so small, it's barely there. Her power has only unleashed once in her lifetime so far.
At the moment the only time she will be able to use it, is when in great, deeply fear. If she then uses her words to beg someone for something, it will most likely happen. Though the state of someone else doing as she says will only hold on for a few seconds, it might be enough to give her a chance to flee the situation that put her in such horror.
A downside of the power is that she has to be careful what words she uses. At the momental state it's not a necessity since she doesn't know how to use her power anyway. But once unleashed, her power works freely and cannot be blocked out. Meaning if she is angry and yells "fuck yourself", exactly that will happen. She will have to choose her words very wisely once her power breaks through completely. If she would tell someone to "just go and have fun", they will not stop having fun until either death comes along and reprieves them or the effect of the mind control will end (length of mind control effect will change over the time).
The power only works when her words reach the other person's ears directly. It does not work over any kind of speaker, telephone or through a thin wall or door, ect. However, given that she cannot control the power anyway, that is her least problem at the moment.
Personality
Myriam is a very kind person and was very open and happy until the incident happened. However, now her personality has changed. The following is how she is now, after the traumatising experience.
Myriam likes to stay quiet and observe instead of getting into the conversation herself. She doesn't like to be touched out of nowhere, she has to be able to see when someone wants to give her a hug or touch her arm or take her hand in order to prepare for the feeling. The girl is very scared of loud, sudden noises and will shrink together when hearing any unprepared loud noise.
She loves animals and little kids, always wanted to be a mother herself but now not so sure about anything anymore. Any animal is holy to her and she will not harm them, but rather take it outside the house if possible. She is not afraid of any kind of animal and would gladly own a pair of every animal on the planet - yes even the dangerous and toxic onces. The best way to her heart is probably over an animal.
History
Myriam Riley Cassedy grew up as an only child. She had a healthy social life, was doing alright in school and had fun at playing baseball and voleyball. She was a cheerleader in High School and looking forward to her graduation and college years. And then something changed her life completely.
At a dark, rainy night her father sneaked into her room and what happened had put her into a state of incredible fear and horror that had set free her power for the first and last time in her life. She screamed for him to stop several times and when his actions completely froze, she allowed herself to look at him. Horror was on his face as he couldn't move anymore. The girl pushed him off her, running for her dear life. She didn't understand what had happened and certainly did not know that she had forced him to do what she said.
Not wanting to talk about what had happened, she did not dare to go to one of her friends' houses. Especially since she was scared he'd show up there to collect her and bring her home. So she ran and ran until no more breath was in her, collapsed at a train station far away from home and fell asleep in a corner, too tired to make one single thought anymore.
The next time she woke up, she had no idea how much time had passed and if she slept a few hours or a few days - could have easily been both-, but she knew that she definitely did not fall asleep here. She found herself in the room.
Extra
She can handle a shotgun, but has never shot at anything living, only cans and glass bottles.
Airalin Cunning, cold, and cuddly
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Seen
7 yrs ago
Name: Lyra Mistly
Age: 16 (Birthday: October 28th 1999)
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Appearance:
History: Lyra should have had it all. She was born to rich parents, excelled in school, and was one of the most sought after girls at her school. But she was robbed of it, all because of a disease she was born with that the doctors couldn't diagnose.
Her parents flew her all over the country trying to figure it out, yet none of them knew what afflicted her. The disease drained her of most of her strength, made even walking across the street an exhausting chore. Yet it did nothing else. On an examination table, nothing appeared wrong with her. The doctors prescribed her many pills, yet every one of them was ineffective. The weakness persisted.
Eventually, her parents gave up. They coddled her, protected her, but could not free her from her affliction. So she went through life excluded from the other children's games at school. Even when they played inside, she was kept separate from them out of fear that they would accidentally hurt her. So she decided that she liked being alone, that she needed no friends. She would stay inside, reading, playing games, doing whatever she had to to avoid dwelling on her condition.
Yet, one night, when she was 15, all of that changed. She woke up in the middle of the night and found that she could walk. Though she ran around the mansion all night, she never grew tired. Not until the sun began to rise.
She was abducted before she could find out more than that her strength returned in the darkness.
Power: Lyra can manipulate shadows and darkness. However, her powers work only when there is little light, and the deeper the darkness, the stronger she is. When she is in the light her powers fade and her physical strength returns to her normal, feeble levels.
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Name: Lucie Valentine
Nickname: Luce
Age: 16
Birthday: November 6th, 1999
Gender: Female
Sexual orientation: Heterosexual
Height: 5’8”
Weight: 120 lbs
Special characteristics: None.
Appearance: While Lucie might not come across as the most approachable of people at first glance what with her perpetually bored expression and closed off posture, she certainly does present an eye catching picture.
Styled in an asymmetrical bob and dyed a vibrant, flame red; her hair strikes a vivid contrast with her pale skin and dark clothing. Her long, wispy lashes are darkened with mascara and her large eyes are usually accentuated with black eyeliner in an attempt to make the otherwise unremarkable grey of her irises stand out. Silver studs and small hoops follow the curve of her delicate ears, five in her left and three in her right. All this makes her look a fair bit older than she actually is.
The girl exudes the illusion of effortless grace; her long legs and willowy frame further lending credence to this. However, this illusion of elegance only holds for about as long as she remains still. Having gone through an unexpected growth spurt, she’s suddenly unsure and entirely awkward about her body as the next teenage girl.
Personality: Raised by her aunt after the tragic death of her parents, Lucie has grown up to be cynical and more than a little bit spoiled. For someone so young, she’s got quite a bit of vitriol towards the world. It's honestly a wonder she hasn’t toppled over from the massive chip on her slender shoulders. She isn’t above weaponizing the tragedy of her past to evoke guilt in her pushover of a guardian and get her way in the end; which should be a clear enough picture as to how she goes through life. And when the going gets tough, she uses her past as a shield behind which to hide from the problem.
Lucie is alarmingly unmotivated, even for a teenager. Rather than a case of laziness, she simply shows no concern for her future, content to let life just pass her by. Much to her aunt’s dismay, no amount of coaxing or strictness would snap her out of it.
However, for all her facade of disinterest and boredom, Lucie is quite aware of her surroundings and her peers. She pays attention to the goings on of those around her, often surprising them when she speaks up. Of course, as she has a tendency for sarcasm - and due to her acerbic tongue - most of these comments aren’t exactly well received. She’s also prideful enough that sometimes, she fails to see past her albeit very pretty nose - and god forbid she ever admits to being wrong. Lucie is extremely opinionated on certain subjects and doesn’t hesitate to let them be known. She’s quick to take offense and slow to forgive, leaving her with a scant few friends.
Lucie’s English carries a French accent to her words, being a native Parisian and all.
Likes:
Dislikes:
Skills:
Fears:
History: Born to Allison and Laurent Valentine, Lucie was a surprise, but not an unwelcome one. The family had their ups and downs but she had a normal and happy childhood. Well, as normal a childhood as one could have with a semi-famous model for a father and a makeup artist in early retirement as a mother. Still, they loved their daughter and doted on her at every point. She was their perfect little angel, after all.
Of course, life rarely gives us perfect happiness.
The little girl who was taught to be dependent on her parents for every little thing suddenly found herself quite alone and entirely devastated when they died in a car crash some time after her seventh birthday.
Lucie's aunt took over guardianship and attempted to care for her traumatized and injured charge the best she could. She walked on eggshells around the girl and couldn't find it in her heart to ever be strict with the poor little thing despite the doctor's recommendations. As a result, Lucie grew up to be tremendously spoiled.
Superpower: Selective Intangibility.
Theoretically, Lucie possesses the ability to render herself intangible, allowing her to pass through matter and energy completely unharmed while at the same time being tangible to interact with what she wishes to. At the heart of it, this power stems from spatial manipulation, manipulating the planes of existence on a relatively small level as the ability can only extend to herself and inanimate objects she is in contact with. It also allows her the capability to disrupt organic matter and electronics by passing through them. An added benefit is that she can camouflage herself to perfectly blend in with her environment.
Weaknesses: Selective intangibility is exactly what is sounds like, rendering her abilities rather limited as to what she can do. Her intangibility can only extend to relatively small objects, and she needs to be in contact with them for it to work. Becoming completely tangible while inside a solid object would injure her, and might even kill her, depending on the molecular structure of said object. While her passing through them would completely damage or disrupt electronics, the most it can do to an organic is to knock them out for a while. Her camouflage ability takes a lot of concentration and is only perfect for as long as she remains still. Once she starts moving, its difficult to constantly keep adjusting her camouflage and she isn't impossible to spot by the slight distortions.
Nickname: Luce
Age: 16
Birthday: November 6th, 1999
Gender: Female
Sexual orientation: Heterosexual
Height: 5’8”
Weight: 120 lbs
Special characteristics: None.
Appearance: While Lucie might not come across as the most approachable of people at first glance what with her perpetually bored expression and closed off posture, she certainly does present an eye catching picture.
Styled in an asymmetrical bob and dyed a vibrant, flame red; her hair strikes a vivid contrast with her pale skin and dark clothing. Her long, wispy lashes are darkened with mascara and her large eyes are usually accentuated with black eyeliner in an attempt to make the otherwise unremarkable grey of her irises stand out. Silver studs and small hoops follow the curve of her delicate ears, five in her left and three in her right. All this makes her look a fair bit older than she actually is.
The girl exudes the illusion of effortless grace; her long legs and willowy frame further lending credence to this. However, this illusion of elegance only holds for about as long as she remains still. Having gone through an unexpected growth spurt, she’s suddenly unsure and entirely awkward about her body as the next teenage girl.
Personality: Raised by her aunt after the tragic death of her parents, Lucie has grown up to be cynical and more than a little bit spoiled. For someone so young, she’s got quite a bit of vitriol towards the world. It's honestly a wonder she hasn’t toppled over from the massive chip on her slender shoulders. She isn’t above weaponizing the tragedy of her past to evoke guilt in her pushover of a guardian and get her way in the end; which should be a clear enough picture as to how she goes through life. And when the going gets tough, she uses her past as a shield behind which to hide from the problem.
Lucie is alarmingly unmotivated, even for a teenager. Rather than a case of laziness, she simply shows no concern for her future, content to let life just pass her by. Much to her aunt’s dismay, no amount of coaxing or strictness would snap her out of it.
However, for all her facade of disinterest and boredom, Lucie is quite aware of her surroundings and her peers. She pays attention to the goings on of those around her, often surprising them when she speaks up. Of course, as she has a tendency for sarcasm - and due to her acerbic tongue - most of these comments aren’t exactly well received. She’s also prideful enough that sometimes, she fails to see past her albeit very pretty nose - and god forbid she ever admits to being wrong. Lucie is extremely opinionated on certain subjects and doesn’t hesitate to let them be known. She’s quick to take offense and slow to forgive, leaving her with a scant few friends.
Lucie’s English carries a French accent to her words, being a native Parisian and all.
Likes:
- Lucie is borderline obsessed with fantasy novels - The Forgotten Realms, Harry Potter, and Dragon Age being a few of her favorites. She can talk about it for hours on end if she isn’t stopped.
- Drawing, though she prefers to hide behind the anonymity of the internet while showing off her work.
- Obsessive drinker of fine teas.
- Sylvester, her lovebird. He's magnificent and superior to all other animals, in her opinion.
Dislikes:
- Food in general, fish being particularly offensive. As an extremely picky eater with an abysmal appetite to go with it, Lucie would avoid food if it was at all possible.
- Schoolwork; Lucie hates school and puts in only as much effort as to ensure she doesn't flunk out of her classes.
- Lucie doesn't like flowers since they remind her of funerals and her time spent in a hospital, when she got tons of those as condolences and well wishes.
Skills:
- Proficient in digital art and decent enough in traditional ink sketches, Lucie earns a fair bit of pocket change through her commissions and has a decent sized follower base.
- Knows how to swear in French, Tevene, Qunlat, Nilfgaardian and ancient Elvhen.
- Knack for perfectly mimicking accents once she hears enough of it.
- Making people feel uncomfortable by being tactless on purpose, and with her scathing remarks.
Fears:
- As a child, Lucie had an incident involving an upturned canoe and nearly drowned as a result. The experience has left her deathly afraid of water in large quantities.
- Hospitals have always been a source of fear and trepidation for her, bringing to mind at least a dozen horrible scenarios of what could go wrong. Her time admitted to one after the car crash served to make it even worse, if that was possible.
- Snakes. Squirmy, scaly, slithery beasts that are the embodiment of horror in Lucie's eyes. This might have to do with the fact that she watched a - highly unrealistic, but still terrifying in her mind - movie marathon about killer snakes.
- An inexplicable (and rather embarrassing) fear of hers is the paranormal. Lucie has never been strong in the face of horror movies and novels, but anything about the paranormal leaves her torn between hiding under her blankets and keeping a vigilant watch on every little shadow and rustle.
History: Born to Allison and Laurent Valentine, Lucie was a surprise, but not an unwelcome one. The family had their ups and downs but she had a normal and happy childhood. Well, as normal a childhood as one could have with a semi-famous model for a father and a makeup artist in early retirement as a mother. Still, they loved their daughter and doted on her at every point. She was their perfect little angel, after all.
Of course, life rarely gives us perfect happiness.
The little girl who was taught to be dependent on her parents for every little thing suddenly found herself quite alone and entirely devastated when they died in a car crash some time after her seventh birthday.
Lucie's aunt took over guardianship and attempted to care for her traumatized and injured charge the best she could. She walked on eggshells around the girl and couldn't find it in her heart to ever be strict with the poor little thing despite the doctor's recommendations. As a result, Lucie grew up to be tremendously spoiled.
Superpower: Selective Intangibility.
Theoretically, Lucie possesses the ability to render herself intangible, allowing her to pass through matter and energy completely unharmed while at the same time being tangible to interact with what she wishes to. At the heart of it, this power stems from spatial manipulation, manipulating the planes of existence on a relatively small level as the ability can only extend to herself and inanimate objects she is in contact with. It also allows her the capability to disrupt organic matter and electronics by passing through them. An added benefit is that she can camouflage herself to perfectly blend in with her environment.
Weaknesses: Selective intangibility is exactly what is sounds like, rendering her abilities rather limited as to what she can do. Her intangibility can only extend to relatively small objects, and she needs to be in contact with them for it to work. Becoming completely tangible while inside a solid object would injure her, and might even kill her, depending on the molecular structure of said object. While her passing through them would completely damage or disrupt electronics, the most it can do to an organic is to knock them out for a while. Her camouflage ability takes a lot of concentration and is only perfect for as long as she remains still. Once she starts moving, its difficult to constantly keep adjusting her camouflage and she isn't impossible to spot by the slight distortions.
HellHoundWoof The Hell Bound Hell Hound
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Name: Nikolai Arkaden
Age: 17 (January 29th 1999)
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Appearance:
He stands at 5'11, with green eyes. His hair doesnt stand without gel and once washed it tends to flop to one side or the other. Though if he can find a hair tie he'll put it all up.
History:
Born to none and left on a doorstep he grew up in an orphanage in a rough part of the country. He grew tough from beatings from the older boys in the orphanages and eventually grew to the size that he was the one giving the beatings. He knew he liked fighting, it gave him a sense of power. He rarely went to school except to enjoy his power. Eventually the orphanage bored him, he packed the small amount of things he had to his own. He took to the streets, stealing, pick-pocketing and fighting for money just to get a good meal in. Though he never was unhappy living on the streets, he liked the grime of his new life. Eventually he grew very fond of the under ground, and started making more money fighting. He attended parties with people that he had no doubt the women at the orphanage would not approve of, eventually he found himself a home with several other outcast teens. The home they stayed in was a broken down old apartment building, one of the teens was the son of a plumber and managed to hook up water to one of the lower bedrooms. Nikolai enjoyed his time there and eventually began getting many tattoos, he liked the idea of being the most interesting person in the room and he knew that his mohawk and tattoos would do just that. It was rare that he didnt get a look on the street but that was fine with him, in the circles he ran in he was the man. It wasnt long until his abilities starting showing up. He began spasmodically teleporting around the run down building, then eventually into the air outside a window of the apartment. He fell about a story down and injured himself, his ribs were bruised and he had some small level of internal bleeding. His house mates had told the people at the hospital how he injured himself and when he found out he made a speedy exodus from the medical wing.
He quickly went home and grabbed whatever he could find that he wanted to take. Nikolai decided he would get his dragon finished before he left. He had one dragon on the left side of his head and was getting the right side dragon completed. As he was finishing up the tattoo artist offered him a drink and Nikolai graciously accepted as was the custom in Russia even in the worst parts. He started to feel a bit dizzy soon after. He wasnt drunk, his tolerance wasnt amazing but it was certainly too high for that. He was definitely under some kind of influence, he looked around and saw shadows dance behind the door, the shop owner looked nervous and took a few steps back telling the artist to step back. Nikolai looked towards the door as it was blown open by a battering ram. Men dressed in black combat gear stormed inside and Nikolai tried to lift himself off the chair but could hardly move his legs, he managed to stumble about a foot away from the men then crumpled to the floor. While on the floor he shouted at them but it no doubt came as slurs, they clearly did not fear him. One brought out an electric baton and brought it to Nikolai's temple, momentary pain then instantaneous darkness.
Power: Capable of Teleporting himself within short distances but entirely accidentally at present. Eventually he will develop a control over his powers and hopefully increase the range of his abilities.
Age: 17 (January 29th 1999)
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Appearance:
He stands at 5'11, with green eyes. His hair doesnt stand without gel and once washed it tends to flop to one side or the other. Though if he can find a hair tie he'll put it all up.
History:
Born to none and left on a doorstep he grew up in an orphanage in a rough part of the country. He grew tough from beatings from the older boys in the orphanages and eventually grew to the size that he was the one giving the beatings. He knew he liked fighting, it gave him a sense of power. He rarely went to school except to enjoy his power. Eventually the orphanage bored him, he packed the small amount of things he had to his own. He took to the streets, stealing, pick-pocketing and fighting for money just to get a good meal in. Though he never was unhappy living on the streets, he liked the grime of his new life. Eventually he grew very fond of the under ground, and started making more money fighting. He attended parties with people that he had no doubt the women at the orphanage would not approve of, eventually he found himself a home with several other outcast teens. The home they stayed in was a broken down old apartment building, one of the teens was the son of a plumber and managed to hook up water to one of the lower bedrooms. Nikolai enjoyed his time there and eventually began getting many tattoos, he liked the idea of being the most interesting person in the room and he knew that his mohawk and tattoos would do just that. It was rare that he didnt get a look on the street but that was fine with him, in the circles he ran in he was the man. It wasnt long until his abilities starting showing up. He began spasmodically teleporting around the run down building, then eventually into the air outside a window of the apartment. He fell about a story down and injured himself, his ribs were bruised and he had some small level of internal bleeding. His house mates had told the people at the hospital how he injured himself and when he found out he made a speedy exodus from the medical wing.
He quickly went home and grabbed whatever he could find that he wanted to take. Nikolai decided he would get his dragon finished before he left. He had one dragon on the left side of his head and was getting the right side dragon completed. As he was finishing up the tattoo artist offered him a drink and Nikolai graciously accepted as was the custom in Russia even in the worst parts. He started to feel a bit dizzy soon after. He wasnt drunk, his tolerance wasnt amazing but it was certainly too high for that. He was definitely under some kind of influence, he looked around and saw shadows dance behind the door, the shop owner looked nervous and took a few steps back telling the artist to step back. Nikolai looked towards the door as it was blown open by a battering ram. Men dressed in black combat gear stormed inside and Nikolai tried to lift himself off the chair but could hardly move his legs, he managed to stumble about a foot away from the men then crumpled to the floor. While on the floor he shouted at them but it no doubt came as slurs, they clearly did not fear him. One brought out an electric baton and brought it to Nikolai's temple, momentary pain then instantaneous darkness.
Power: Capable of Teleporting himself within short distances but entirely accidentally at present. Eventually he will develop a control over his powers and hopefully increase the range of his abilities.
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Name: Uriel Atticus
Age: 17, born March 26, 1998
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Pansexual
History:
Rich, handsome and smart, Uriel was born with it all. His parents were extremely doting; Uriel got whatever he wanted as an apology for their constant absences in his life. He grew up in the lap of luxury but rather than becoming snobbish, he was eager to share his wealth with his peers. Constantly breezing through life thanks to his natural gifts was too boring.
The first occurrence of his power was during a particularly difficult math test. He was concentrating more than usual and didn’t notice how everyone else in the room was quite uncomfortable and struggling through their own tests. Afterwards, his classmates complained about their headaches during the test period. One girl even threw up. Uriel was completely fine though. However, Uriel was unable to put two and two together and is still unaware of his abilities.
As for how he was kidnapped…some clearly suspicious individuals in suits and sunglasses were standing around in town. Uriel went up to say “Heya” and offer directions (they seemed to be looking for something). They seemed pretty alarmed for some reason ("Aw come on guys, I don't bite!"). He offered to ride shotgun in the black jeep with blacked out windows ("Woah, snazzy car!") and lead them wherever they needed to go. He never saw the syringe coming.
Power:
Pain manipulation - Uriel’s ability allows him to manipulate the biology of living things to trigger exaggerated responses to damaging stimuli. The effect of his ability varies on the person’s mental fortitude and pain threshold. His maximum radius of effect is unknown for now. There must be a trigger at first for his ability to work. For example, if someone is drinking a slushie, Uriel can make them have a brainfreeze. If someone gets shoved, Uriel can make the area shoved feel like a bullet has hit them. Whether he’s manipulating nocireceptors or the somatosensory cortex is unknown.
Currently, the most that he can do is trigger minor headaches within a small radius of about five meters. He is unaware of his power and can use it involuntarily.
Personality:
A magnificently generous and loving individual…is what Uriel sees himself as. While not entirely untrue, Uriel’s bloated ego and flamboyant personality leaves something to be desired when it comes to his altruism. His entire mindset revolves around “noblesse oblige”. Uriel really is a decent fellow but the execution of his good intentions can be quite grating to some and has landed him in trouble more than a few times. He sees himself as a handyman of sorts; if you’ve got a problem he’ll find a solution, don’t worry about the means or costs or nothin’. Because of his varied experiences and no lack of resources, Uriel has picked up a few skills ranging from carpentry to acting to basic skill levels in several instruments.
While being quite academically intelligent (he can get above average grades without even studying), when it comes to people Uriel is pretty gullible. He always tries to see the best in people. This, when paired with his eagerness to help, makes him very easy to persuade or take advantage of. Fortunately, his friends are usually there to fend off people with questionable intentions.
Uriel appears quite charismatic to those who do not know him well. His confidence and friendly personality makes it easy for him to persuade and befriend. Those who have known him for longer than a month think of him as a well-intentioned dork and exasperatedly put up with his many escapades.
His way of speaking is quite poetic and dramatic. He has a tendency to go off on a tangent and make long monologues.
Age: 17, born March 26, 1998
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Pansexual
History:
Rich, handsome and smart, Uriel was born with it all. His parents were extremely doting; Uriel got whatever he wanted as an apology for their constant absences in his life. He grew up in the lap of luxury but rather than becoming snobbish, he was eager to share his wealth with his peers. Constantly breezing through life thanks to his natural gifts was too boring.
The first occurrence of his power was during a particularly difficult math test. He was concentrating more than usual and didn’t notice how everyone else in the room was quite uncomfortable and struggling through their own tests. Afterwards, his classmates complained about their headaches during the test period. One girl even threw up. Uriel was completely fine though. However, Uriel was unable to put two and two together and is still unaware of his abilities.
As for how he was kidnapped…some clearly suspicious individuals in suits and sunglasses were standing around in town. Uriel went up to say “Heya” and offer directions (they seemed to be looking for something). They seemed pretty alarmed for some reason ("Aw come on guys, I don't bite!"). He offered to ride shotgun in the black jeep with blacked out windows ("Woah, snazzy car!") and lead them wherever they needed to go. He never saw the syringe coming.
Power:
Pain manipulation - Uriel’s ability allows him to manipulate the biology of living things to trigger exaggerated responses to damaging stimuli. The effect of his ability varies on the person’s mental fortitude and pain threshold. His maximum radius of effect is unknown for now. There must be a trigger at first for his ability to work. For example, if someone is drinking a slushie, Uriel can make them have a brainfreeze. If someone gets shoved, Uriel can make the area shoved feel like a bullet has hit them. Whether he’s manipulating nocireceptors or the somatosensory cortex is unknown.
Currently, the most that he can do is trigger minor headaches within a small radius of about five meters. He is unaware of his power and can use it involuntarily.
Personality:
A magnificently generous and loving individual…is what Uriel sees himself as. While not entirely untrue, Uriel’s bloated ego and flamboyant personality leaves something to be desired when it comes to his altruism. His entire mindset revolves around “noblesse oblige”. Uriel really is a decent fellow but the execution of his good intentions can be quite grating to some and has landed him in trouble more than a few times. He sees himself as a handyman of sorts; if you’ve got a problem he’ll find a solution, don’t worry about the means or costs or nothin’. Because of his varied experiences and no lack of resources, Uriel has picked up a few skills ranging from carpentry to acting to basic skill levels in several instruments.
While being quite academically intelligent (he can get above average grades without even studying), when it comes to people Uriel is pretty gullible. He always tries to see the best in people. This, when paired with his eagerness to help, makes him very easy to persuade or take advantage of. Fortunately, his friends are usually there to fend off people with questionable intentions.
Uriel appears quite charismatic to those who do not know him well. His confidence and friendly personality makes it easy for him to persuade and befriend. Those who have known him for longer than a month think of him as a well-intentioned dork and exasperatedly put up with his many escapades.
His way of speaking is quite poetic and dramatic. He has a tendency to go off on a tangent and make long monologues.
sakurasan you don't know how to wash your shoes
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Allia stands at 5'6" which is a height that she has always loved. Not too tall and not too short but short enough to sneak out of places when she felt like she needn't be there. Allia always has her soft white hair which curls up towards the ends brushed in front of her face. The only facial features that you would be able to see are her rosy pink lips that are small but appear large when she smiles. Underneath that glomp of hair is a cute girl with peculiar eyes that are a mix between purple and blue. Her body, which is quite well toned has a few scars but the most noticeable would be the one on her left arm that looks suicidal but it wasn't on purpose. The one near her right eye has practically fully healed and faded away.
17, December 2nd
Female
Pansexual
Allia, since she was young, was a weakling when it came to socialization. She was bullied throughout elementary and 2 years of middle school. In middle school, a lot of the kids would make fun of her just for the sake of it. She was timid, quiet, a pushover, and awkward. Allia was never good with eye contact. It made her so nervous that she started to feel extremely sick in the stomach. Her school was mainly full of rich kids that had no idea that the world wasn’t just their playground.
Allia was the daughter of a rich couple that managed one of the largest international trading company that they had owned along with her father's family fortune. Her parents weren’t too sweet. They honestly didn’t care as long as she didn’t taint their name and made sure to stay out of their way. She tried to please them but it was a pretty hard job when they wouldn’t even pay attention to her most of the time. Allia felt unnoticed all of the time but over the years, she just got used to it. Grades were important to them. A smart child was a good thing to have so bad grades were not allowed and B's would result in punishment which was usually getting hit and not having any food for 2 days.
Her middle school was a pretty large private school that cost much more than your average private school to get into. The only friend that she had was one of the popular girls that ended up trapping her inside of the storage room for 5 hours straight, thus her fear of dark and small rooms. As well as females in general. Now, her fear for girls has gone down but it still took a toll on her when the girls would gang up on her.
Moving to her new middle school and now high school was good for her. It still had kids that were mean but over the years, she started to hide her eyes away from sight. No one would talk to her too much since she was that creepy girl with the bangs that hid practically all of her face besides her eyes. Then, she could actually have somewhat proper conversations with people without getting shy. In fact, it allowed her to be completely different.
The day that she was kidnapped was a boring one. She was studying for the most part and decided to go outside. They hit her with her weakness. Sweets. Luring her in by promising her a delicious souffle. Allia honestly didn't care so she followed the person that told her there was a nearby shop, only to meet two men that dragged her into a van.
Her power is an extremely simple. Invisibility and the power to become translucent all in all. Since she has just noticed it, it has an unfortunate side effect. If she is nervous at the time, she will become a slight shade of pink before being able to be seen once again. Allia realized that she had this power when she was speaking to someone outside and the wind blew her hair up, causing them to meet her eye. She began to become translucent and nearly invisible, then pink. Allia soon ran away, unsure of what had just happened.
:-:Weaknesses:-: She will start bleeding if she does it too much
-Notes-- She was born with congenital analgesia otherwise known as the condition when one cannot feel pain.
Gonzo Narcissist and Sarcastic Neucance
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Name: Christian Garcia
Age: 17 (January 1, 1998)
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Appearance:
Christian stands at 6 feet, 2 inches (about 187 cm), and weighs about 200lbs ( about 90.7Kg), lean. It’s actually very uncommon for people to think he’s well out of high school. In the words of his very proud father, “He’s about as close as you can get to a Hispanic Zeus, minus the white skin, hair, and the beard.”
Christian usually likes to wear his extremely dark brown (it’s uncommon for people to mistake it as black hair (his ID even says “BLK” under “hair.”) in a defined side part, with the sides faded. He tries to keep himself clean shaven at all times, and has a straight, almost unnaturally bright white set of teeth. His hazel eyes are usually hidden behind a set of shades, and although they are a big hit among his peers, they’re the least favorite parts of his body.
He is very muscular from playing football and lifting weights (as well as from his power, but he’s oblivious to that). Being Hispanic, his skin has a very well defined tan.
Although there can be a lot to show off (in terms of wealth and appearance), Christian decides to stay humble in the way that he dresses. He chooses to wear casual button ups with jeans, and accompanies the outfit with plain vans. Every once in a while, he will go out with a flashy pair of vans, but that’s about as opulent as he gets.
Personality:
Christian is known around town by the older folks as the, “nice, charming young man.” He is compassionate, caring, and well rounded. He is an excellent student, both academically and socially. Although he is not captain of the football team, he is just as, if not more, popular. He leads a good handful of clubs around his high school’s campus, participates in a number of sports, and is also a Boy Scout.
He is still not without flaws. Although coming from a family that made sure he worked for almost everything he wanted, he is still somewhat spoiled. He can sometimes flaunt his wealth off (without really meaning to), and can sometimes come off as arrogant. He can also be very clique oriented, shifting his personality to that of whatever clique he is hanging around at the present moment.
Likes: Sports, video games, comic books, playing pranks, girls, and other general boy stuff.
Dislikes: Seafood, annoying people, lazy people, disrespectful attitudes.
History:
It’s safe to say that Christian comes from a life of luxury, but has humble beginnings. He was born into a rather wealthy and loving family. His father and mother were both CEO’s of very successful businesses. However, they made it very clear to Christian that he was not going to grow up spoiled. They gave him a very modest allowance, and taught him the value of staying humble and appreciating what was given to them. They made sure that at 14, he was working a part time job to save for things that he wanted to buy. That still didn’t stop them from buying the occasional luxury item like his Audi he got for his birthday at 16.
Before he even went into high school, Christian was very involved with sports. His parents put him in a myriad of little league sports; and he excelled in all of them, maybe even a little too much. He carried that on into high school, becoming first string in every team sport, and dominating almost all individual sports.
His excellence in sports and his school, as well as parents’ statuses, propelled him to the top of the social food chain in high school. He was loved by almost all of the school; teachers, staff, and students alike. He was invited to every party and social event, big and small.
Life was good for Christian, until the day he was kidnapped.
Power: Super Strength/ Toughness.
Think of Colossus from Xmen, except not made of metal, and exponentially weaker. Christian is able to bench almost double his body weight, and his skin is slightly tougher than the average person’s; this means that it is only slightly harder to get wounded (cuts/scrapes/bruises/etc.). It’s really kind of self-explanatory.
Weakness (at his current power level): Because he is so strong, he is slightly slower in terms of movement and reaction time (it isn’t much, but it’s enough for a really agile person to take advantage). His skin isn’t everything-proof. In fact, it’s fairly easy to inflict any kind of damage. For example, if someone wanted to stab Christian, he could (with some slightly extra effort), do so. He also doesn’t do so well in water; he tends to sink easier.
Age: 17 (January 1, 1998)
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Appearance:
Christian stands at 6 feet, 2 inches (about 187 cm), and weighs about 200lbs ( about 90.7Kg), lean. It’s actually very uncommon for people to think he’s well out of high school. In the words of his very proud father, “He’s about as close as you can get to a Hispanic Zeus, minus the white skin, hair, and the beard.”
Christian usually likes to wear his extremely dark brown (it’s uncommon for people to mistake it as black hair (his ID even says “BLK” under “hair.”) in a defined side part, with the sides faded. He tries to keep himself clean shaven at all times, and has a straight, almost unnaturally bright white set of teeth. His hazel eyes are usually hidden behind a set of shades, and although they are a big hit among his peers, they’re the least favorite parts of his body.
He is very muscular from playing football and lifting weights (as well as from his power, but he’s oblivious to that). Being Hispanic, his skin has a very well defined tan.
Although there can be a lot to show off (in terms of wealth and appearance), Christian decides to stay humble in the way that he dresses. He chooses to wear casual button ups with jeans, and accompanies the outfit with plain vans. Every once in a while, he will go out with a flashy pair of vans, but that’s about as opulent as he gets.
Personality:
Christian is known around town by the older folks as the, “nice, charming young man.” He is compassionate, caring, and well rounded. He is an excellent student, both academically and socially. Although he is not captain of the football team, he is just as, if not more, popular. He leads a good handful of clubs around his high school’s campus, participates in a number of sports, and is also a Boy Scout.
He is still not without flaws. Although coming from a family that made sure he worked for almost everything he wanted, he is still somewhat spoiled. He can sometimes flaunt his wealth off (without really meaning to), and can sometimes come off as arrogant. He can also be very clique oriented, shifting his personality to that of whatever clique he is hanging around at the present moment.
Likes: Sports, video games, comic books, playing pranks, girls, and other general boy stuff.
Dislikes: Seafood, annoying people, lazy people, disrespectful attitudes.
History:
It’s safe to say that Christian comes from a life of luxury, but has humble beginnings. He was born into a rather wealthy and loving family. His father and mother were both CEO’s of very successful businesses. However, they made it very clear to Christian that he was not going to grow up spoiled. They gave him a very modest allowance, and taught him the value of staying humble and appreciating what was given to them. They made sure that at 14, he was working a part time job to save for things that he wanted to buy. That still didn’t stop them from buying the occasional luxury item like his Audi he got for his birthday at 16.
Before he even went into high school, Christian was very involved with sports. His parents put him in a myriad of little league sports; and he excelled in all of them, maybe even a little too much. He carried that on into high school, becoming first string in every team sport, and dominating almost all individual sports.
His excellence in sports and his school, as well as parents’ statuses, propelled him to the top of the social food chain in high school. He was loved by almost all of the school; teachers, staff, and students alike. He was invited to every party and social event, big and small.
Life was good for Christian, until the day he was kidnapped.
Power: Super Strength/ Toughness.
Think of Colossus from Xmen, except not made of metal, and exponentially weaker. Christian is able to bench almost double his body weight, and his skin is slightly tougher than the average person’s; this means that it is only slightly harder to get wounded (cuts/scrapes/bruises/etc.). It’s really kind of self-explanatory.
Weakness (at his current power level): Because he is so strong, he is slightly slower in terms of movement and reaction time (it isn’t much, but it’s enough for a really agile person to take advantage). His skin isn’t everything-proof. In fact, it’s fairly easy to inflict any kind of damage. For example, if someone wanted to stab Christian, he could (with some slightly extra effort), do so. He also doesn’t do so well in water; he tends to sink easier.
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