Appearance:

At nineteen years old, Xinyi Li is, well, a paragon of the well-bred young lady. Well-dressed and well-groomed, she’s the kind of girl you’d expect to see at a high society charity gala, or something. Her nails are always perfectly manicured. Her hair is always perfectly styled. It’s obvious just from looking at her that her parents have money — something in the way she carries herself, maybe.

Xinyi is slightly taller than average for a female citizen of District 13, but that still puts her squarely at 163 cm, or 5’3”. If you asked her, she’d probably tell you that her best feature is her long, shiny black hair. A girl’s hair is her pride, after all. She has an especially trustworthy face: there's just something about the tilt of her smile and the set of her eyes that makes you want to believe what she says. Other than that, she’s pretty enough, but not outstandingly so.

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Powers:

(1) INTANGIBILITY/PHASING (Personal Physical Power): Xinyi can walk through walls. And fall through the floor. And do lots of things, in general, that involve going through things. It’s called phasing, or intangibility – basically, the atoms that make up Xinyi’s body can move extremely quickly, allowing her to literally pass through another object without harm.

Weaknesses/Limitations:

The problem with Xinyi’s powers isn’t that they don’t work well enough. It’s that they work very… realistically.

(1) TIME LIMIT: When your atoms can vibrate quickly enough to move through a solid object without harm… they don’t exactly stay in place for long. Xinyi can hold a phase for about three seconds before her body starts to disintegrate.

(2) POTENTIAL LOSS OF LIMBS: What do you think happens when an intangible object suddenly turns tangible while inside something else? It’s not pretty, let me tell you that. If Xinyi drops the phase and part of her is still stuck in an object, her limb will merge with the object.

(3) EXHAUSTION: It takes a hell of a lot of energy to consciously force every atom in your body to vibrate at many times their normal speed. Xinyi can manage two, maybe three phases before she collapses or accidentally disintegrates herself.

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Personality:

Xinyi is the perfect young lady. Her table manners? Exquisite. She always knows which fork to use on what occasion. She’s a high society lady.

Behind that enigmatic smile, however, is a painfully lonely girl. Xinyi grew up all alone in a big, big house, after all, with no one for company but for a handful of maids and tutors. If she had maternal tendencies before that, then, well… loneliness made it worse. She has a tendency to want to look after people in the way she wishes her parents had looked after her.

Her deepest, darkest desire is simple: she’s always wanted a sibling. She’s never had any friends her age, so she’s desperate for companionship and, when it comes down to it… a little clingy. Maybe even overbearing at times. No one wants to be babied, after all.

Xinyi doesn’t have a middle name… but if she did, it would probably be “sheltered”. She has a strong, uncompromising sense justice from watching too many television dramas and actually experiencing very little. At the same time, however, she doesn’t quite know how to deal with conflict. She’s never been in a real argument before… how would she know what to say?

Backstory:

Born in District 13 as the only child of an extremely wealthy pair of diplomats, Xinyi Li had a lonely childhood. Her parents were never home, and she had no siblings -- her only company were the maids, and a select handful of expensive tutors. She was a pampered girl. If there was a dress she wanted, then her parents bought it for her. If there was something she wanted to eat, the chef made it for her.

Throughout her life, she was raised to be the perfect dutiful daughter: obedient, pretty and polite. Before she tested positive, her parents had thought that she’d marry a nice, wealthy District 13 boy and spend her life mingling with other high society wives.

As for her powers… well, they manifested the week before the Test. One morning she woke up and was falling through her bed— things would have been much, much worse if she hadn’t dropped the phase before her three seconds were up, or went through the floor as well as the bed. Even for a Malfunction, Intangibles have extremely fallible powers: there’s a reason that so few of them survive the manifestation.

After she tested positive, she was drugged and put on a bus just like everyone else. Money means nothing when you’re a Genetic Malfunction.

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Talents/Skills:

(1) TABLE MANNERS: This girl can set a table like no one else. She knows exactly how many forks and knives and spoons there’re supposed to be, and she could tell you, too. She’d probably have done well in a Swiss finishing school, before the Last War.

(2) MATERNAL AURA: There’s just something about this girl that seems… motherly. Small children adore her. She can be strangely soothing.

(3) LIES AND DECEPTION: What, are you surprised? This is a girl who was raised for high society dinners and mingling with politicians. Of course she lies like a professional con artist.

Quirks/Habits/Other:

(1) She drinks exactly three cups of tea, every day, without fail.

(2) Likes cats. Allergic to fungi.

(3) Has watched all 31 seasons of “The Slug Whisperer”.

TL;DR:

A well-bred young lady. Very lonely. Extremely motherly. Intangibility powers.

Ethan Grayson | 15 | Male

Appearance:

Ethan’s powers manifested relatively early, but in every other regard, he’s a late bloomer. Standing at the unimpressive height of 159 cm (about 5’2”), he towers over… just about no one over the age of eight. Yeah, this kid hit puberty late, and so far it hasn’t been going well for him. He's scrawny, he's blond, and if it wasn't for his Malfunction, he could probably be beaten up by an angry child.

Honestly, Ethan wouldn’t be a bad looking kid, if he’d stop scowling so much. As it is, though, he has a pinched face that snaps well enough to rival a tiny, angry mongrel. He looks like a brat. It’s unfortunate, but true.

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Powers:

(1) SUPERHUMAN STRENGTH (Personal Physical Power): Inhuman strength? Ethan’s got it covered. He can lift just about anything up to a mid-sized car with relative ease. Anything heavier than that, and, well… he might be able to do it if he strains really hard. Scientifically, Ethan’s super strength is derived from a series of mutations that allow certain muscles to use up enormous amounts of ATP in explosive bursts. His talents include throwing extremely heavy objects at people, and also the classic super-strength punch.

Weaknesses/Limitations:

Here’s the problem — Ethan got the super strength, without the super durability bonus package. Bonus strength just means that you can hurt yourself that much worse.

(1) RECOIL: Remember those super punches that we were talking about? Well, when you slam a fragile human fist into an object with extreme force… bad things happen. Every time he throws one of those super strong punches, Ethan is extremely likely to break every bone in his arm. This means that he can only manage two punches, maximum… because, y’know. Two arms.

(2) MUSCLE DAMAGE: Human muscles with superhuman capabilities are still just human muscles, at the end of the day. Lifting things beyond the capabilities of a regular human puts intense strain on Ethan’s muscles, causing intense soreness at best, and permanent damage at worst. Too much of this could make his arms completely unusable.

(3) EXHAUSTION: Humans using superhuman strength are prone to extreme fatigue. The use of his super strength uses enormous amounts of energy, so even just a little bit of lifting will tire Ethan out. Continuous use of his powers will drive Ethan to exhaustion. If it gets bad enough, he’ll just straight up pass out.

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Personality:

This kid is all bark and no bite. Ethan Graystone is loud, and he’s obnoxious: he can bluster with the best of them, and he never hesitates before cussing someone out. He has a hair-trigger temper. This is the king of brats, the one true Asshole in Training. Is he willing to back up his words with action, though? Certainly not.

The truth is, Ethan’s not the noble, self-sacrificing type. He’s a coward at heart: he doesn’t like conflict, he doesn’t like pain, and he most certainly doesn’t want to die. Test day was the worst day of his short life, and he’s been wound up tighter than a spring ever since. Self-preservation is his number one priority, and he’d do anything to make sure that he’ll live to see the next day.

Backstory:

Being the youngest is hard. Being the youngest of seven is harder. And, well… being a youngest son with exactly six older sisters?

Well, that’s hell on earth.

So you can imagine that childhood for Ethan Graystone, seventh child and only son of two professional pastry chefs in District 8, was… challenging. When his sisters got tired of dressing up their dolls? Well, they reached for their younger brother, and six girls pinning you down makes it very, very hard to fight back. He learned to snap at people, to scream and to holler and to generally be so obnoxious that people left him alone.

And that was what he wanted, in the end. Deep down, Ethan Graystone just kind of wanted to be... alone.

So his childhood was a bit of a disaster. And school wasn't fun either -- kids are cruel, and a short boy with a bad temper isn't exactly the best friend material.

But testing positive on his first Test day?

Well… that was just the icing on the cake.

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Talents/Skills:

(1) ANNOYING BRATTY… BRATTINESS: Is this really a talent? Well… sometimes. Just being in a room with this kid makes you want to punch the hell out of him.

(2) SELF-PRESERVATION: Ethan has a knack for figuring out situations that he should stay out of. Sometimes it’s better to just… shut up.

Quirks/Habits/Other:
(1) Ethan actually likes to play the piano. Like… a lot. If he hadn’t tested positive, he probably would have pursued a career in the music industry.

(2) Girls? C-c-cooties!!

TL/DR:

Picture a bratty younger brother with a Napoleon complex, and… well, that’s Ethan. The “Two-Punch Chump” — has super strength, but he’s more likely to break himself than anything else.

Revo Byrd | 16 | Male

Appearance:
Revo, despite being a Malfunction, looks just like any other sixteen year old guy out there. He stands at five foot eight inches, weighs about a buck forty, and has a rather average build. His dark skin is mostly unblemished, with just a touch of acne across his forehead, just beneath his hairline. He keeps his hair cut tight, almost down to the scalp. Shaving hasn’t yet become a necessity since the only bit of facial hair that has actually grown in is the beginning of a struggling moustache of which he is oh-so-proud. His hair and eyes are both the same dark shade of brown. His teeth, while mostly clean, do have a slight yellow tint to them.

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Powers:

TELEPATHY (Extrasensory Perception): Revo is capable of a rather interesting form of telepathy. The mutation affected the way his brain handles thoughts, somehow allowing him to transmit them as if they were radio signals. Now, quite frankly, this alone does absolutely nothing.
However, should he do this while making physical contact with a person, an impulse will instead hop into the them, jumping its way up to the brain. After it is processed, the brain will become receptive to Revo’s signals. As long as he remains within range, any thought that he transmits starting with the original thought will be received and processed as if the receiver had thought of it themself.

For example, should Revo transmit something about cats, then that thought will spread out in a range, until it encounters a receiver for cats. So long as the original thought is included, Revo can use it to piggyback additional information. In the above example, should Revo transmit the thought about cats as well as a series of numbers, then the receiver will experience the thought about cats followed by a series of numbers suddenly popping into their head.

Weaknesses/Limitations:

Revo’s telepathy isn’t going to make him a human party-line, unfortunately. There are a number of ‘flaws’ to it. Range is a big one. Now, that might sound a bit odd, considering the nature of the ability, and understandably so. Revo, under perfect conditions, should have about the reach of a standard broadcasting tower. Which is...quite impressive, really. But just because he CAN reach that far, doesn’t mean that he should. Maintaining the signal takes quite a toll on the kid, and the farther he tries to reach, the more he has to strain. Long distances will leave him mentally exhausted, with a nasty headache ready to pounce at any moment. Most distances out of eyesight will leave him with a rather disgusting nosebleed as well, which...just has to be GREAT for the body.

Transmissions also require Revo to intensely focus on what he’s doing. So he tends to completely zone out, coming to a complete stop and becoming more or less dead to the world. Anything that might disrupt his concentration (physically agitating him, loud noises, bright lights, etc.) will cause him to lose the signal and become rather disoriented.

He’s quite vulnerable to mental-based attacks, particularly if he’s trying to transmit. A bad enough attack could cause some significant damage, and if he were to be transmitting, may send a rather nasty feedback to the receiver.

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Personality:

Revo doesn’t tend to make a big impression on people: it’s quite the opposite, really. He usually ends up making himself seem smaller. Head down, eyes to the ground, shoulders slumped...anything that might dim his presence, he’s doing it. Quite frankly, the guy’s a bit of a coward. He’s terrified by a lot of things, social situations being a big one. So he’s a bit jumpy and nervous most of the time. But that’s all the name of the game. See, your brave folks? Your outgoing folks? They’re the ones that draw waaay too much attention. And they’re the ones that die first. And dying is not something Revo really wants to do anytime soon. He’s a survivor. And he’s going to survive.

Now, with that being said, it’s probably pretty easy to see that he’s probably not the most sociable guy around. Not to say that Revo’s going to straight up ignore somebody if they’re trying to speak to him. He’ll try to carry a conversation to the best of his ability but...he’s just not that proficient at it. And as for starting one...not likely. Not impossible, just not likely.

But despite his odd, cowardish personality, Revo is a good kid at heart with a strong sense of duty. He might not want to do something, might be absolutely terrified to the bone about doing something, but if he said he’d do it, then he’ll do it. Just don’t expect him to play the hero.

Heroes always die.

Backstory:

Born and raised in St. John’s of what used to be Newfoundland, Canada (now simply apart of District Three). Revo spent the majority of his life in a group home. His father, a fisherman, was lost at sea shortly before the boy’s birth, and his mother passed away of illness a few short years after. And with no other immediate relatives, he was taken in as a ward of the state.

The group home was alright. The other kids were nice enough, and the caretakers were kind. But it wasn’t a family. Not a real one. But it was all he had. Revo was never placed into an actual foster home for more than a few months here or there. Time and time again, Revo returned to the group home. And time and time again, he watched the other children be taken away, to find their ‘forever homes.’

Perhaps that’s why he ran away.

At the young age of nine, Revo ended up leaving the group home. The little kid was determined that he could make it out in the harsh world. Maybe he’d even find his father. He didn’t make it far. One night. He spent one night on the streets before he was ready to go back. Might have even done it if he hadn’t been approached by the Thrashers.

The Thrashers were a small time gang of misfit teens that caused trouble in St. John’s. Revo was warned by the caretakers to avoid them any time he left the home to go play. Bad news, they called them. And he normally listened but… on the day he was slinking back home, one of the Thrashers stopped him. Said he looked bummed and asked what was wrong. So little orphan Revo just spilled the beans. Something he said must have touched the kid, because he went to speak with his buddies, and when he came back, he offered to let Revo ride with them out West. They were heading to New Toronto to raise some hell. Suggested that maybe he could find a lead about his pops there.

Revo, being a naive little kid, agreed.

And so he left.

Obviously, he didn’t find anything out regarding his father in the city. But he did find the next best thing: a family. There was a bigger operation of the Thrashers working out in New Toronto. They took the kid in. Gave him a place to stay, some food to eat, and some work to do. Was it all entirely legal? Nah. But they never had the kid kill anybody so...that was a plus.

An older kid that went by Slappy took Revo under his wing. He showed him the ropes, the ins and outs of Thrasher life, how not to get busted by the cops. All was going pretty well...and for a few years...things really seemed to be turning up groovy for the kid.

But then everything was shattered. Slappy was picked up by the authorities for slinging dope. Which was bad enough. But as it turns out...he was also a Malfunction. Slappy was hauled away and the police busted the Thrashers’ compound. A bunch of the leadership were taken away for their involvement in the drug running operation. A couple of additional Mals were discovered in the ranks. And Revo?

Revo ran.

It’s not really sure what happened to Revo after that. He seemingly disappeared off the map until a couple years later, when he was picked up off a street corner in Winnipeg, in District Two, high out of his mind on some strong shit. While being processed by the authorities, they saw that he had never been tested for mutation.

He tested positive and one lotto later, he found himself shipped off to TEF-149.

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Talents/Skills:

Runner’s High: Revo’s not exactly the biggest or strongest guy around, so he’s done his fair share of running. From the law, from rival gangs, from dogs...really, if it’s angry and wants to hurt Revo, he’s probably run from it. And sure, he’s probably not the quickest around either, but hot damn if the boy ain’t got some stamina. If something bad is after him, he’ll run. And he’ll keep on running and running and running until it’s not after him anymore. Then he’ll run some more, just to be safe.

Quick Thinker: Revo’s pretty good for getting himself out of a jam. When shit hits the fan and he needs to get out quick, Revo’s usually good to come up with some kind of solution. It might not be the best, but it sure beats standing around with his thumb up his ass.

Quirks/Habits/Other:

Revo doesn’t like to make eye contact when speaking to people. He’ll usually look just off to the side, or keep his eyes on the ground. Really, he’s got the shifty eyes, always looking around for the next thing to go wrong.

He’s also got a bit of a fondness for Rippers, a gaseous drug usually distributed in a small baggie that one rips open and inhales. It induces a similar effect as heroin, leaving abusers in a rather drowsy state following an intense feeling of pleasure.

TL/DR:

A nervous, cowardly telepath orphan. Ran drugs for a street gang called the Thrashers until they were busted by the police. Tested positive after authorities found him strung out in an alley.

One day I will find a picture.

Adam Dagon| 17 | Male

Appearance:

Adam stands at 6'1", with a slightly muscular build. He has messy blond hair, hazel eyes, and pale skin. Noticeable features include scar under right eye. Adam could blend in easily in a crowd, and attracts moderate female attention due to him being considered 'attractive'. Has constant bags under his eyes, and very smooth skin. Is very hygienic, and has perfect teeth and nails. Rarely smiles.

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Powers:

Adam has an ability that is quite useless in combat: He can speak to the dead. Being a Medium means Adam can see and converse with 'echoes' of people who have departed this world. Echoes act as copies of the deceased made up of energy.

Human beings are filled with energy, and a lot of it. Whether it be the electricity flowing through the brain, or the pumping heart, we need energy to move. But, humans also contain radiation from regular exposure to technology and the aftermath of the war. The combination of these factors leads to the creations of echoes, or self sustaining replicas of deceased humans. Echos exist on a special wavelength, that can only be seen by supposed mediums.

The echoes mainly act out keystone moments of their life, such as their birth, or their death. Mediums can manipulate which 'keystone' is displayed with relative ease. Most people experience 3-5 keystone events throughout their life. If a medium concentrates, they can force pieces of information out of an echo, like the name of their spouse. This takes up quite a bit of energy, and can only be used once a day due to the power it needs.

The ability to view this wavelength gives Adam some special abilities. One of which, he can see echoes, and other odd entities that can be explained by radiation, or something else. These malignant, nonhuman energies are referred to as demons by the uninformed, and UWRs by scientists. UWR stands for unidentified wavelength riders.

Another positive side effect of the ability to view this mysterious wavelength is increased mental strength due to the constant barrage of unfamiliar images and sounds, any medium that hasn't been driven to insanity has a higher resistance to mental abilities. This does have some negative effects.

Weaknesses/Limitations:

The dead scream. Adam cannot turn off his ability, and so sees echoes wherever he goes. And they see him. The dead scream about how they died, their hardships, their pain. It hurts Adam to constantly hear the moans of the departed, even though he was built up some resistance, he is not completely immune

Also, he is constantly tired. Viewing the 'spirit world' takes a large toll upon Adam, and he cannot turn it off. This, in turn, leads to an extra irritable mood. This also means he eats a substantial amount more than the average human, due to the high energy costs.

The mental barrier also has a negative effect. It increases sensitivity to loud noises, due to the brain being less familiar with 'our world' than the 'spirit world'. It also causes headaches when confronted with bright lights, and when combined with the constant hunger and irritability, can lead to insanity at a young age.

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Personality:

Adam is a spite filled human being, distrustful of everybody upon first meeting. Quick witted, he isn't against making a few mean jokes. Doesn't enjoy making friends, and just hates people in general. Adam has a very morbid view on life, due to him seeing the dead all day every day. He is very irritable, which leads to him snapping often. Disagrees with most everything, due to all the conflicting information the dead feed him. Holds the belief that the UWRs are demons unleashed upon Earth, come to feed upon the echoes. This belief is odd, as Adam doesn't believe in any religion due to his...condition.

Backstory:

Adam grew up in District 2, the area formerly known as Chicago. His early life was quite troubled, as his mother was constantly on the verge of death. He ran errands, and worked the odd job around the neighborhood to support her. Checks came in from his father, and the neighbors pitched in. He received an average public education, and read many books. But at the age of 11, his mother died

His mother had been diagnosed with terminal lung cancer, and died in the year 2015. He was devastated, and began to crawl into an emotional shell from which he never returned. His father came by to pick him up, in a sports car. He ran a bank, and was quite rich. He hired private tutors for Adam, but never truly loved him. He considered taking care of him a chore. Life was quiet, until the age of 17. Adam had recently gotten in trouble for the wrong reasons.

Adam has committed arson on the house of one Jeremiah Conroy, otherwise known as the Butcher of Bel\lmont. He killed on Belmont Avenue, earning him the name. He had brutally dissected 7 innocents, and Adam had been looking through records nand connected the evidence. Jeremiah died in the fire, but Adam's father payed off the system. But he never acted the same around him.

Adam fell deeper and deeper into his so called vigilantism, taking down small crooks via extortion. This small time detective work was useless, his only significant actions being the takedown of the Butcher, and an event that would permanently change his life. His father was unaware of what was going on, until Adam attempted to bring down the culprit of the Michigan Murders. A series of grisly murders was being committed on Michigan Avenue to those walking late at night. There was one victim a night, and it lasted 1 month. The terror in the air was palpable. Adam stole his fathers gun, and went out to find the culprit.

He searched, and searched, and found nothing. Until he found the victim of the night. Adam turned around, and saw the culprit turning a corner. Chasing after him, he let loose a gunshot and mortally wounded the man. The body was never found. The murders stopped, but Adam became convinced the murderer was out there. But he never showed his face.

Soon enough, Adam was tested. Having tested positive, his father sent him away without a second thought. Feeling betrayed, Adam went along with the guards. No way he could overpower them. And so, we are brought to the present, Adam being brought to the training facility along with his fellow rejects.

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Talents/Skills:

Can play guitar, and cooks a mean cake. Is good at cards

Quirks/Habits/Other:

Loves gambling, and during gambling is the only time he really opens up. Enjoys risk taking in general. Tends to be quiet and spiteful to anyone who approaches him otherwise. Likes dogs, but has a disturbing hatred for birds.

TL/DR:

Asshat, murderer, medium, good with cards.

April Cooper | 18 | Female

Appearance:

April is a short, thin, and generally disheveled young girl. Almost always seen wearing some manner of jeans and a sweatshirt slightly too large for her, everything about her appearance indicates a girl who doesn't really care how she looks, at least not enough to put undue effort into it. She has long black hair that she'll usually tie up into a pony tail, though if she's in a hurry she's not above leaving it where it is. She pretty much never wears makeup, not out of any particular dislike or objection but because she never has a reason to.

At 5'5, April isn't the tallest girl in Freak Camp, and she has a generally skinny build to match her height. It's also noticeable that her entire body is almost constantly covered in bruises, big and small - it's a rare sight to glimpse her without at least one black eye, and she's constantly sporting a new set of glasses that already are covered in cracks and fractures. Overall (aside from the damage), April is a sort of plain, sort of pretty young girl who has never bothered to clean up for anyone a day in her life.

Powers:

FRICTIONLESS: April has the power to disable the effects of friction on her entire body, causing her to be governed almost entirely by inertia and enabling a mode of transportation that looks somewhat like totally out of control skiing. This isn't to be confused with intangibility - she can't pass through solid objects, she just doesn't slow down as she moves by them. Skintight clothes she wears such as t-shirts or skinny jeans also lose friction, though anything baggy does not.

Weaknesses/Limitations:

(1): Out of Control April has very poor control over her power, and is prone to activating it without meaning to, causing her to drop what she's holding, cannonball into a wall, or slip and crash to the floor. Added to that, it's also very hard for her to control her movements when she's in 'frictionless mode', as she can't really touch anything that would help her steer. It would be possible for her to dip in and out of being frictionless so she could turn without losing speed, but with her level of control, that's pretty much out of the question.

(2): Breakable April is, physically, a normal 18 year old girl. This means she is very prone to being injured when moving at high speeds and crashing into things, hence why her face and body are so constantly bruised and damaged.

(3): Gravity/Wind April is immune to friction, not gravity, which means her power of 'turning into an inertia-fueled human cannonball' doesn't really work uphill and travelling up is a major drain on her momentum. Likewise, she's not immune to the force of wind pushing in her face, which will also slow her down, though not as much as it might a normal person because the air moving around her generates no friction.

Personality:

April is, fundamentally, an introverted, sarcastic girl with a love of computers and a deep fear of her own destructive power. Though she very much enjoys taking the piss out of others, especially those she perceives as behaving stupidly or incompetently, this isn't born from any real malice or rudeness, and she'll just as quickly laugh with someone as at them. She enjoys being on her own when possible, though she's not incapable of making friends.

Ever since she passed the Test, however, there's been a small part of her consumed by a fear of what she's become, which isn't helped at all by the fact that she is constantly hurting herself. She tends to flinch at loud noises, as being startled can cause her to activate her powers, which combined leads to the fact that her nerves are basically shot. She approaches mundane tasks with the utmost care, well aware that a mistake on her part could lead to something breaking and someone (probably her) getting injured. Again.

Backstory:

April had a cozy suburban life in District 3 as the child of local officials of the NWO. Although her world was troubled, none of those troubles ever reached into her home, and she was denied very little growing up. From a young age, she excelled in school, particularly in the more rigorous disciplines of math and science. She was never the most popular kid in school, but she had all the friends she wanted, and she was set to go on to study Computer Science at one of the finest schools in the world. April had been lucky, but that luck ran out two days before the Test.

When her powers manifested, she fell down the stairs, broke her arm crashing into a wall, fell to the floor and lay there for two hours screaming for help, unable to turn her powers off so that she could get enough purchase on the ground to rise. Two days later she tested positive, and was shipped off to freak camp for her new life to begin.

Talents/Skills:

(1): Computer Whizz April's very good with computers and coding, and probably could have made a future out of that if she wasn't a human pinball of destruction.
(2): Musician April's a pretty decent guitar player, and tried to learn to play piano once, with limited success.
(3): Writer April's actually a pretty decent writer, though she never translated that into anything other than writing fanfiction about TV show characters.

Quirks/Habits/Other:

April's allergic to peanuts, needs to wear glasses in order to see, and used to play a Level 100 Blood Elf Paladin.

TL/DR:

A nerdy girl who can turn off friction and move really fast, which mainly translates to injuring herself and breaking things. A lot.

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Riley Phoebe Morales | 15 | Female

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Telekinetic-Golem Creation.


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Jaden Wesley Othello | 18 | Male

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Audio-Healing.


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Lucia Preciosa-Cacho | 17 | Female

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Regenerative-Factor.


Regeneration-Based Transformation.

Abomination-Fist.


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Brianna Harmony Conquest | 18 | Female

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Margaret Andersen | 16 | Female

Appearance:

Maggie has dark red hair that never looks brushed and dark brown eyes. Her skin was cream colored at one point, but is now consistently dirty-looking due to all of her freckles. She has an innocent face without any wrinkles or scars. Her arms and legs are covered in faint scars, though. Maggie is not self-conscious of them. She stands at 5’7”. Her build errs on the side of lanky with evidence of enough muscle to stand up for herself.

Powers:

Energy Manipulation: Maggie has the ability to extend both static and kinetic energy from her body. Static energy has the potential to electrocute people (though only ever static shock), overwhelm electrical interfaces, and burn out light bulbs at its strongest. Kinetic energy manifests itself in “force fields” which Maggie can use to push people and objects with minor force. These "force fields" are like blast waves in the way that they can be resisted and even broken through.

Weaknesses/Limitations:

Sporadic: Maggie has a hard time controlling her abilities. She, often times, does not willfully trigger her static energy, nor can she pull it back in. Maggie does have the ability to willfully manipulate her kinetic energy. It is difficult for her to start projecting energy, but once she has established a strong enough force, she can keep it going. The attacks are triggered by adrenaline spikes, an increase in blood sugar, or rapid heart rate.

Weak: Neither one of Maggie’s energies are strong enough to do tremendous harm to anyone or anything, at least on its own. On the onset, both were strong enough to break lightbulbs and fling things across rooms. If Maggie is in a stressful situation, she can extend her energy farther and use much more of it, due to adrenaline, but for the most part, the energies are weak. With kinetic energy, Maggie can move objects slowly, but only ones that she can see and that she would be able to lift with her own muscles. Static energy mostly relies on contact, but even then is never strong enough to kill anyone. Maggie can cause minor surface burns and short bursts of small group muscle spasms.

Painful: Using either kinetic or static energy causes Maggie immense pain. She gets an instant headache and motion sickness. The projection of kinetic energy creates an out-of-body experience which makes her dizzy. Static energy causes the synapses in her brain to fire more rapidly, in turn forcing higher blood pressure in order to move more oxygen and faster. Afterwards, Maggie is left in a state of mild shock, so it takes her a while to recover from using her abilities.

Personality:

Maggie is the physical representation of naïve. She does not know a lot, but is quick and eager to learn. She does not have any problems with authority unless it threatens her values or her brother. Maggie is no stranger to following orders. She is not easy to manipulate, however, and can be extremely reluctant and stubborn if she deems necessary, which is not very often.

Backstory:

Margaret grew up in the deep mountains of District 1. She and her large family primarily lived in a system of bunkers. Her father and his family lived in fear of the nuclear war. They were conspiracy chasers who believed anything they heard. When the first bomb was launched, the Andersens grabbed everyone they knew and headed underground. In the first month of the nuclear attacks, the area above their shelters was bombed, justifying their fear. No one left the bunker, which was the principle rule.

Margaret was not the first of her father’s children to be born in the bunkers, but was the first and only of her mother’s. Her mother was one of the younger members of the family, who became pregnant at 17 and gave birth to Margaret when she was only 18. Margaret was mothered by every woman there. She was deeply loved by every member of the family, in fact. Her job while growing up was to cook and clean with all of the women. By day, Margaret was perfectly happy and normal, but at night, she struggled. At the age of fifteen, Maggie began to have trouble sleeping. She would often wake up screaming in pain. Her half-siblings, who slept in the same room as her and their mothers and father, noticed their things would be strewn about the room as if someone had torn the room apart. The lightbulbs would still be faintly glowing with vestiges of an electrical current. At first, the sleepless nights would be few and far in between, but as Maggie got older, they became more frequent and were eventually no longer assigned to the night. In the course of only one month, the powers were too powerful to deny any longer. In the kitchen, the lights would glow brighter as Maggie dropped to her knees, hands pressing into her head, screaming in pain. Pots, pans, knives, and food would fly around, the water would turn on, and women would be pushed back by concussive waves. The other children stopped talking to her, aside from her older half-brother, Vincent, who was 18 at the time and had been experiencing some abilities of his own. Margaret’s father was forced to take action. He, a middle aged man who had been raised in an extremely ignorant environment, thought it would be best for her to be exorcised. She was moved from the family room to her own private one. The walls were lined with poorly constructed crosses in hopes that whatever demon they thought was tormenting her would be discouraged and go back home. Margaret was not tortured by her family; however, she was confused and personally insulted by their sudden distance from her. The only person who stayed close to Maggie was Vincent. They were the closest, not only out of their father’s children, but of all of the children in the bunkers.

Though she was no longer doted on, Margaret never saw the stress caused by dwindling resources, conflict in the family, or the fear of what would await them above ground when they were forced to leave. However, her mother saw everything. She knew that, soon, the bunkers would not be a fitting place for a fifteen year old girl. She feared the consequences of running off, but knew that, whatever the outside world was like, it would be better for Margaret than staying inside for the rest of her life. The next month was filled with deception. She took more food from storage, claiming to be pregnant again. She gathered survival books from the makeshift library, guns from the armory, and began to tell stories of what the world was like before the war, in hopes that the outside was even remotely the same as she remembered it.

One early morning, before anyone was awake, she woke Margaret and Vincent. She led them to a part of the bunker that they had never seen before, the exit. She gave them their bags, filled with clothes, food, maps, and a GPS and sent them on their way. Margaret was, of course, crushed. She spent a good hour sitting on a nearby fallen tree and crying. Once the shock wore away, she watched the sun rise for the first time in her life. She explored what was left of the burned forest around the bunkers, and, when she was done, she followed Vincent towards the nearest city.

It took them nearly two months to find any humans. Margaret learned how to hunt and which plants were okay to eat. She went from a little girl to a resourceful young woman within those two months. Without having to worry about being set apart for her powers, Margaret taught herself how to control her kinetic energy. She could only work in small amounts of time, but she made incredible progress. Although, no matter how strong she became, Margaret had no idea what the real world was like. She had been isolated her whole life and so never prepared herself for what was to come.

When the pair stumbled upon New Denver, she was eager to build a life, but Vincent was reluctant. He noticed that the rules here were much different from what Margaret’s mother said. It was his idea to stay low. Margaret was heartbroken, but followed suit. They fell into a life of petty crime. Pickpocketing was how the two managed to get money for food and medicine. They camped out in some abandoned buildings on the outskirts of New Denver. This peaceful, but still isolated life lasted for only six weeks.

Margaret’s powers, at this point, had mellowed out and were barely there anymore. She was barred from using them, due to Vincent’s worry of what might happen if somebody noticed. Occasionally, they would spring up again. The pain, which Margaret was not used to, was too much. On the last day Margaret and Vincent were in New Denver, they were spotted by some local police who had been following their case. Just as Vincent told Maggie to run, her powers relapsed. The shock wave pushed everyone in the crowded plaza back by ten feet all around her. The lights grew brighter and some even burned out. Margaret passed out after three seconds of blood-curdling screaming. To say that there was panic in the area would be a gross understatement. The police immediately arrested her, still crackling with static electricity, and Vincent, who was more panicked than anyone else. The next thing she knew, Margaret was waking up, without Vincent, in a strange room.

Talents/Skills:

Margaret is good at reading maps and memorizing floor plans. She is talented at tying knots and cleaning animal bodies for meat. Very good with knives and guns.

Quirks/Habits/Other:

She pulls at her bangs when she is feeling shy or anxious. Margaret also has a habit of latching on to people she knows, even if she doesn’t know them well. She gets squirmy and anxious when asked about her powers, for fear that someone will ask her to show them.

TL/DR:
A sweet, naïve girl who knows little to nothing about how the world actually works, but will not hesitate to stand up for what she believes in. Margaret also fears her powers.

Arin Reyes | 16 | Male

Appearance:

Arin stands at a fairly average height of 5'10" and has a nice slim yet fit build, with slight definition to his muscles, at least enough to allow him to look good in a muscle shirt. He likes to keep his deep brown hair parted nicely on the left, but the rest is free to be a disheveled to a degree. His black eyebrows are a little thick and his skin is fairly tanned, due to his mother coming from Puerto Rico and his father from Brazil. His eyes are a nice shade of light brown that looks orange-ish. His hands have burn scars scattered across them, which he often tries to hide via a pair of fingerless gloves.

Powers:

Fire Manipulation: Arin has the ability to use his body's energy to generate flames. He can project them in two ways: either by expelling it from his skin and lighting certain parts of him (such as hands or feet) aflame, or by shooting a jet of flame from his mouth. He can use the former in short bursts simply adding a certain oomf to his hits or lighting a fire, while the other can shoot up to 15 feet. He can expel more energy to make the flames bigger or hotter.

Weaknesses/Limitations:

What you'd expect from lighting yourself on fire. While he has gotten used to it to a degree and is slightly better at control now, if lights himself up for more than a few seconds (depending on the part) it can result in burning his flesh. The longer he keeps the flames or the bigger they are, the higher chance of him burning himself there is. If he simply lit his thumb up it could last fairly long without serious damage, but his whole hand would have about ten seconds before it gets bad.

As for shooting a jet of flames from his mouth, this burns coming all of the way up and can damage his esophagus. He can only do this two or three times before he starts coughing up blood and needs to stop.

He can't control what he does and doesn't burn, which seems obvious but that means his hair is singed off where the fire is and his clothes burn up as well, so he has to be careful.

This also requires a lot of energy, so doing it a lot will leave him totally drained pretty easily. This also means he has to eat a lot to keep it going.

Personality:

Arin is fairly chill and outgoing. he loves cracking a joke and a smirk. He is energetic in a way and gives off a lot of open body language, instead of closing himself in. He is sarcastic and deadpan to a fault at times, but really is nice. He does care about others, especially anyone who bothers to care about him. He remains mostly calm and chill, until a chord is struck with him. There are a few things that set him off, but attacking his friends or the innocent are the biggest ways to get to him. When he is angered, he shifts. His sarcasm ramps up and becomes more callous, and he is easily provoked into a fight. That being said, he isn't morally perfect. He used to steal to get by and wasn't exactly a stranger to drinking or smoking, but he has his own ideas of right and wrong.

Backstory:

Arin was born in Puerto Rico and lived there for 6 years before being moved to and raised in Spokane, Washington. His family wasn't very rich as it were, living in a small apartment, lucky to have food on in the pantry. They made due of course, and Arin never resented them for this. They tried their hardest to take care of him and put him first and he loved them for it. Of course, when you live on the lower end of the social spectrum you make friends there too. This led to Arin getting involved with some drinking and smoking. He was never excessive on it, but it was an escape from reality and he enjoyed it so he never thought it as a problem. While he did steal, it was only ever when he needed to. Desperate times and desperate measures, and starving definitely counted as desperate to him. Despite all of this, he did decently in school and teachers tended to like him. He wasn't perfect, but he was interesting and that was enough.

He avoided getting in trouble with the law by not being dumb about what he did and being smart about how he did it, but eventually luck tends to run out. He eventually got into serious trouble with the law, but it wasn't the stealing or the drugs. It was something far less controllable than that. One day he found he found that he could generate heat if he tried, feeling his hand grow warmer. He concentrated at it until he surprised himself when his hand burst into flames. It obviously scared it him and he put it out very fast, but he knew what it meant and that was terrifying. He knew he was wanted, but if he was wanted he might as well be good at what he's wanted for. He practiced it as often as he could until his hand was burnt and he was practically passing out into a coma at the end of the night from lack of energy. Eventually the annual test came around, and though he tried to skip out he was caught playing hookie and taken in for it. He tested positive on the Test, and before he even had a chance to say goodbye to his parents, he was dragged away and hauled off to TEF-149.

Talents/Skills:

He is very artistic and especially good at drawing. He is also highly adept at sleight of hand due to his past.

Quirks/Habits/Other:

Due to his abilities his body always feels warmer than that of a normal humans, but not by too much. If there is one thing he is an absolute sucker for, it's sour candy. He could eat that shit all day.

TL/DR:

An outgoing, sarcastic kid from the streets that's almost as likely to burn himself with his power as he is you.