Seraphine Campbell

Seri, Sophie Jones

Female

19

5’6

100lbs

Strongriver Plaza

Auburn

Green

Caucasian

Seraphine is just above the average height for a woman, though her willowy build contributes to the illusion of height that is only further supported by her preference for wearing heels. Slim and fit, Seraphine has the kind of body that men would, and do, pay money for. She turns heads as she walks down the street, and she knows it, and enjoys the power that comes with it. Her figure is a perfect hourglass shape, and her flawless skin is pale, setting off the red hair that waterfalls down her back.

Her fine features are elegant, beautiful even, with just that hint of sultry sexuality that makes her such a valuable commodity for the White Spider Society. High cheek bones highlight eyes with a strangely piercing gaze, though they only occasionally betray an intelligence one would not normally associate with a call-girl. This is only highlighted by the carefully and tastefully applied makeup. She may be a call-girl, but she’s an extremely expensive and exclusive one, and that means that she is far from out of place on the arm of a wealthy businessman. No heavy rouging and liberal foundation here.

Seraphine wears what she is expected to. Frequently this includes short dresses, ones that cling to curves and leave very little to the imagination. Her body is a valuable commodity, and is dressed up in such a way to show it in its best light. A flair for the dramatic ensures that she frequently wears expensive designer clothes and expensive jewellery, some has been purchased on her own dime, but a great deal have come in gifts from her clients. Call them tips if you will.

For someone who is so adept at manipulating others, Seraphine is not very good at making friends. She doesn’t like trusting other people with her feelings, because it is so easy for them to take advantage of them. Emotions and lust and desire are all just weaknesses to be exploited, or at least that is what she tells herself. Seraphine plays at being the ruthless Machiavelli, but really is just a young girl who desperately wants to be something that she is not.

Somewhere beneath the façade is a young girl who is very out of her depth, but is determined to make the best of it now. She is frightened and lonely, but more afraid of letting others know that is how she feels than she is of the feelings themselves. Caring, she’ll take in strays when they wander by, for a while at least, until she remembers the person she is supposed to be. To sum it up, Seraphine is a good person who is trying really hard to be a bitch, and one day, she just might succeed.

Optional

Seraphine is a polyglot, and speaks half a dozen languages beyond English, French, ASL, Russian, Mandarin, Spanish and Arabic.
Photography
Observation
Seduction

Seraphine is headed right to the top, behind everything, behind the twisting of men to her whims, behind the sacrifice of her body for the purpose of business, behind the things she does for the Society lies a desperate ambition. Seraphine wants to control her own life, and in this world that means you need to control everyone else’s, or that’s how she sees it.

Seraphine was not raised as a high society lady, or even as Seraphine. Sophie Jones was about as common as they come, her father was wealthy, but as a man who had worked his way up from the bottom, he wasn’t exactly welcome among the old guard of the wealthy. You could think that such prejudices were long since forgotten, but in the upper echelons of society there are still those who hold onto old and outdated sensibilities.

Her father was proud of his heritage, and refused to blend in with the circles he now moved among, still wearing old battered jeans and helping the hands on the ancestral family ranch. Sophie hated it, hated being looked down on and bullied by her fellow students at her private school, at home she had to carry out chores on the ranch, which would have been fine if it didn’t include mucking out the horses and throwing hay, giving her a more chunky and masculine physique than most teenage girls are comfortable with, particularly amongst peers who are spoiled rotten by their families from birth, not raised in a working household. She always wanted to escape that life, to be something more.

When her powers manifested things only became more complicated, they changed for the worse. Though it came with advantages, people were frightened of metahumans, and Sophie became even more ostracised than she already was, even her father, who had always been an honest, hard-working man, was ashamed of his daughter’s freakish nature. His daughter, his hard-working, honest daughter, was registered with nest, chipped, tagged, and suddenly an embarrassment.

Sophie ran away at fifteen, she stole a little money from her father and left town, left the county, the state. She changed her name, acquired a whole new identity, and set about transforming her life. Anyone else might have struggled, even most metahumans would have struggled in that position, but Seraphine’s ability gave her the unique ability to be in two places, or more, at once.

A year spent working long hours every day helped her lose the puppy fat, and a lack of proper nutrition ensured that her once chunky physique slimmed down a little more rapidly than was really healthy. It didn’t take long though, before she realised the power her new appearance gave her. She was lucky enough to have matured rapidly, and at sixteen, she looked old enough to be within the consenting age, but was ruthless enough to take advantage of the fact that she wasn’t, and extorted money from the men foolish enough to fall for her feminine wiles. Of course, it eventually meant she had to move on, and before long she found herself attracting the attentions of the White Spider Society. Attractive, and clearly already in the habit of using her sex and beauty to take advantage of men, she was picked up by a low level brothel swiftly, and put to work in the Society’s thriving sex industry.

Her abilities made her much more valuable than they were capable of dealing with however, and she was soon ‘taken off their hands’ by one of the more influential members of the Society.

Alan Jones - Father
Sharon Jones - Mother

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Seraphine has the potent gift of self-duplication, the ability to generate complete clones of herself. These clones share a limited empathic link, but are otherwise capable of acting and thinking independently, though the fact that they are the same person allows them to act with an uncanny unity of purpose at times. These clones are identical in virtually every way, impossible to tell apart for any but an extremely potent telepath.

This power is the secret to Seraphine’s many talents and vast experiences. Each clone, though tethered to the Prime, is capable of living an independent life, of learning and acquiring skills. Though there is no telepathic link between the Prime and the clone, upon reabsorption Seraphine Prime can absorb all of their memories, knowledge and skills. The clones otherwise can function independently.

Though Seraphine can produce a number of clones, she is limited to a maximum of twelve, and she maintains three in areas around the country, including two in University, limiting her to being able to produce nine clones in her immediate vicinity.

Reabsorbing a clone can have some adverse effects for some time after the fact. These can include personality defects, wild mood swings and occasional periods of exhaustion. These effects are magnified the longer the clone has been independent, a few weeks has little to no effect, while a few months or even years can have a much more difficult effect.

Though the clones can operate independently while Seraphine sleeps, forced unconsciousness for the Prime, through drugs or trauma, will force unconsciousness across the entire network, and trauma applied to them can be felt by the Prime, though she cannot use it to locate her clone, merely to experience (unwillingly) the pain the duplicate is experiencing. This empathy even extends to death, the clones can die, and they will experience death in exactly the same way as any other, and the reverberation of that experience can cause incredible psychological pain for Seraphine Prime. She will in effect experience death herself, without having to die.

The final limitation is simple, Seraphine is the Prime, the centre of the network, if she dies, so does every other Seraphine, like puppets with their strings cut.

Nicholas O'Connor

The Hive - nickname given by his DOVE caseworkers

Male

25

6ft 1

245 lbs.

Edgemont – Springtown

Brown

Brown

Caucasian

Nick is a big, broad-shouldered guy, with a thick but muscular physique and hands like hams. He keeps his brown hair short in a military crew cut, and his face is completely clean shaven. His white skin is slightly tanned from an upbringing spent running around outside with the other kids, though the more internal life he has been leading lately has caused a good deal of paleness to return to him.

Nick’s face is mostly smooth and rounded, lending an almost dopey, doughy look to his otherwise intimidating physique. In the bridge of his nose there is a very slight bend, a remnant from his days getting his nose broken all the time. On the top of his scalp there’s a long, white scar that runs from the middle of his forehead all the way to one ear. His back, if one were to see it without a shirt, is likewise an absolute tapestry of scars and markings, holdovers from the abuse he suffered before coming to Baybridge.

Nick usually wears some combination of t-shirt, hoodie, track pants and battered sneakers, fashion not really being a concern of his.

Outwardly, Nick is an incredibly drawn, reserved, and wary person. He doesn’t really rush to make close connections with anyone, Metahuman or not, and while he’s not exactly cold in intrapersonal conversation, a good deal of his friendliness has been overtaken by caution, given that he is very aware of the effect his ‘powers’ tend to have on people (screaming, running, oh-god-what-the-fuck-is-that). He’s very paranoid, not in the crazy, twitchy, ‘the government is out to get us’ way, but more in the sense that he’s hyper aware of the fact that any situation could go wrong at any moment, and acts accordingly.

Growing up, Nick had a reputation as being not the sharpest tool in the shed, and it’s not entirely unfounded. He doesn’t always think things through and has a lot of trouble getting ‘book smarts’ into his head, and as a result he used to be a fairly gullible person and still is to some extent, though it’s balanced by acquired habit of nervousness around people.

One exception to his general lack of warmth is his treatment of his ‘pets’ – he’s not repulsed by them at all, often picking a few favorites and doting on them like an old spinster with a house full of cats – though he’s not exactly beyond sending whole droves of the little guys to their deaths should an emergency require it.

Nick is still a fitness nut – his local gym is one of the few places he goes regularly outside his home, and he’s even got a small hive located in the vents. He also regularly practices his boxing talent, though he hasn’t had a fight since he came to Baybridge.

Nick was a very promising boxer before his abilities manifested, and he hasn’t lost his edge, making him very capable in a fist-fight. He’s also an excellent driver, as you pretty much have to be if you want to make a living driving a taxi in a big city.

As a person, Nick can be characterized almost by a staggering lack of ambition – if asked what he wanted from his life, he’d probably have trouble giving you a concrete answer besides ‘stay alive, make enough money to feed me and my pets and live quietly and undisturbed’.

Nick was born in a small town in Iowa, a sleepy, rural place where very little ever happened. Growing up, he was athletic, handsome, and friendly, three things that were the key to becoming the most popular kid in school. From a young age, his parents encouraged his talent and his passion for fighting into the (sort of) healthy outlet of boxing, and the young man quickly proved to be very good at it. He was happy, he had friends, he had a dream he wanted to pursue. Life was good.

He was 17 when his powers manifested. At first, he didn’t even know it was him doing it – his parent’s house, almost overnight, become home to a swarm of huge, terrifying insects that menaced his family and threatened to overtake his neighborhood. It was only after he realized that he could command them that what he was became apparent. The Saviors held a lot of sway in his town, and immediately he was shunned – he was a metahuman, after all, and a downright terrifying one at that. His grades slumped even further and his prospects of higher education quickly disappeared, and that was before the Verthaven disaster.

Anti-meta sentiment, especially among the community that had raised him, was at an all-time high. Nick continued to live in a small shack in the town he’d grown up in for several years, protected by a horde of his pets but often a target of violence by PURE extremists. One day he decided he’d had enough and ran away, drawn inevitably to a faraway city where others of his kind were congregating; Baybridge.

Since arriving in Baybridge, Nick has managed to get a job driving a taxi around the city as well as a truly shitty apartment in Edmonton’s Springtown, where he lives quietly with only his pets for company. Due to his background and the high potential threat-level of his powers to the civilian populace, DOVE has taken a special interest in him, and generally send a caseworker to visit him once a week to ‘make sure he’s holding up’, a nice way of saying ‘check that he’s not about to become a terrorist’.

Things are difficult between Nick and his parents, to say the least. Though they were a very loving family in his youth, a combination of meta-phobia and the stress of living with a horde of giant bugs ultimately resulted in their throwing him out of the house – they haven’t spoken since he came to Baybridge.

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The cells of Nick’s skin contain dozens of miniscule eggs that are undetectable to the normal eye. When shed as dead skin, these eggs rapidly grow in size before hatching into a member of a unique species of insect. These insects live in colonies, breed explosively, eat just about anything edible, and come in four distinct types.


The insects respond to verbal commands from Nick, and have a limited ability to understand his intentions – they can’t read his mind, but they do understand metaphor and don’t carry out his orders completely literally.

He needs to be able to speak to the insects in order to command them – if they can’t hear him, they can’t do as he says. His powers also stop working within a range – once he leaves a five mile radius of a colony, the insects abandon all standing orders and become listless and idle, finally curling up and dying after 24 hours and quickly decomposing. They also need to eat, a lot – insects can only go one day without food, which, when there’s a lot of them, can be a real problem.

For starters, when left without orders the insects behave, essentially, like wild animals, protecting themselves and attacking anyone they perceive as a threat, and while they’ll never hurt him, the same can’t be said for anyone close to him. They’re also very fragile – a hard stomp will kill a worker or a soldier, while even a drone can be handled with a good swing from a tennis racket. Finally, they’re intensely vulnerable to fluctuations in temperature; intense cold makes them lethargic and slow, while they and all their structures are highly flammable. As a result, the insects are completely terrified of fire and refuse to go near it, a phobia that has somewhat rubbed off on Nick.

Male

37

5'11ft

192lbs

RAVEN/DOVE West Coast Joint Headquarters for the time being, though he'll probably wind up sharing an apartment with his brother.

Black

Brown

African-American

Now his late thirties, Quentin's face has aged a little since his time in Verthaven, yet he's still retained those sharp eyes of his and has kept the short, neatly trimmed beard to match his equally short-cropped hair. From a glance, it's clear he's still in good health and fitness, standing at 5'11 and carrying an imposing figure, which has only been helped since his service RAVEN has improved his health (though it could be argued that the regenerative factor he's picked up has also done him some good).

Whilst on-duty, Quentin generally tends towards wearing RAVEN's standard issue battle armor, a black mesh with kevlar along with the tactical load carrying gear. As expected, it's designed to hold up against attack from rogue metahumans alongside being able to withstand a couple of rounds. Alongside this is a helmet, with the opportunity to mount a set of goggles or a gas mask against it - though he's sometimes inclined towards leaving it off if things aren't entirely dire. Off-duty, he'll generally stick to casual clothing - a jacket, shirt and cargo pants or something similar.

He also wears gloves to prevent his power from inadvertently kicking in.

The events in Verthaven and the years that have passed since then have left Quentin, in many ways, a different man. Nobler in some ways, others less so.

To strangers, he might come across as outwardly calm or collected - keeping a level head in tight situations where others might snap or otherwise lose their cool. It's not entirely an image - Quentin has learned from the years with RAVEN to keep it steady under pressure, yet those who know him well enough or even spend some time around him get to realise there's more than that to him.

Service with RAVEN has given him a certain commanding tone in his voice, or at least a sense of authority when the situation calls for it. Sarcasm and snappy remarks are still a coping mechanism for him, a means of defusing or otherwise mitigating shitty situations and likewise he'll crack a joke with people if it's appropriate, but he also knows when to buckle down, shut up and go about getting things done - which others might mistake for him being cool when in fact he just knows from experience that people who crack jokes at the wrong time don't tend to last.

Knowing that he was partially responsible for the horrific experiments perpetrated by the Hands of Science in Verthaven have left him with a degree of guilt that he's been unable to shake off and left him with an overall disgust towards those who experiment on or otherwise abuse Metahumans or their powers and in turn, given him a lot of motivation when conducting ops against them for RAVEN.

And likewise he's loyal to those he considers friends or family, especially those who've done the same for him and is more than willing to throw himself into the breach if it means backing them up. Earning this trust can be a little difficult at first, but once it's earned it's generally there to stay. In fact, it's a point of regret and frustration that he wasn't able to prevent the deaths of Sonya Mayfield and his uncle and it shows in his overall disdain for the matter when the topic is brought up.

This in turn means that his overall hatred for the Hands of Science and anything associated with them has remained a solid facet of his personality over the years. It's given him something to vent his frustrations on - and not in the healthiest way, either - where others have toned things down. Whilst it's helped keep him going, it's also something which has threatened to consume him at times - and it's not as if this point hasn't been brought up with him before. Being stubborn doesn't help.

His temper is usually cool and likewise, it can take a lot to cause him to blow up in anger - Quentin's fury is typically a patient, collected form and when it's anything but that, it's a point that something has really pissed him off.

He also still holds a disdain for narcotics and alcohol abuse, courtesy of his childhood years, but has a degree of sympathy for those affected by it.

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Power: Charger & Replicator

Quentin is capable of transferring powers between other metahumans and himself, and vice versa, allowing use of said powers for his own intentions or keeping them in ‘storage’, so to speak. In effect, he’s a literal walking bank of powers. Quentin's power transfer ability stems from a subconscious ability to manipulate the Metahuman energy. He can absorb a bit of the Metahuman energy within himself (In other words, their power), then transfer the energy to a different person. Potentially empowering humans who would otherwise never would have manisfested a power.

First and foremost, Quentin can only transfer powers through direct physical contact with others. It's possible for him to permanently strip someone of their powers, though the process is somewhat more taxing and requires either a severely weakened or otherwise willing subject.

Secondly, Quentin’s skill in utilising powers obtained from other metahumans can vary. Relatively simple actions such as channeling an electrical current come rather easily, whereas more complex actions such as healing a fatally wounded patient are rather difficult to perform and can often require a great deal of practice. In addition to this, extensive use of such powers can be quite taxing on a physical and mental level - particularly if he lacks skill in the use of a particular power. And, unlike one who directly holds the ability, he'll never be fully skilled in its use without years of experience.

Thirdly, he can only store and utilise a limited amount of abilities at any time - no more than say, five or six at once and that'd be pushing it.

Incidentally, Quentin's ability to utilise stored abilities can be affected by just how fatigued he is. Like anyone, if he overburdens himself he'll be at risk of passing out or, at worst, losing consciousness.

April Cooper

Cowgirl – her RAVEN callsign

Darlin’ – her uncle’s pet name for her. Nobody else is allowed to call her this.

Cannonball – Nickname from RAVEN training

Female

22

5ft 11

150lbs

Hedgemount – West Woodlake

Black

Hazel

Caucasian

April is a tall girl, well-muscled and tanned from plenty of physical activity. She generally wears her long black hair tied up in a ponytail, though she does occasionally leave it hanging around her shoulders. She has a fairly slim figure for her height, with a modest chest and bony hips that she’s not the least bit self-aware about. At 5ft 11, she towers over most other girls and quite a few guys, but if that’s a source of concern for her, it certainly doesn’t show.

Her features are sharp and angular, but pretty in a boyish way. April is not a beautiful woman by any stretch of the imagination, nor is she particularly ‘cute’ – but she is pretty, in her own outdoorish fashion. She’s often got some manner of smile of grin fixed to her face, showing off the sizeable chip in her front tooth, a souvenir from younger days when her control of her powers was not as fine as it is currently.

When out of her uniform, April’s usually wearing boots, outdoor pants, some sort of tank-top and her signature leather jacket; she also has a cowboy hat that she’s very fond of, though she generally has enough restraint not to wear it in public places.

April is outgoing, energetic, and wild. She can be an almost inexhaustible font of good cheer and activity, always ready to laugh or tease good-naturedly. April’s very quick to form opinions of people, both good and bad, and tends to stick to them; she’ll be very loyal to a fast friend, but will have a lot of trouble getting over a bad first impression. Her pride is practically non-existent, and she’s very fond of self-deprecating humor over her boyish appearance or strange mannerisms.

In terms of temper, April is a very easily frustrated person; incompetence and unhelpfulness drives her up the wall, and she won’t hesitate to make her displeasure known. As a result of her upbringing, she largely fetishizes notions of ‘cowboy-ism’ – she believes everyone should live free and easy, helping each other out, and is deeply offended whenever she thinks someone’s freedom is being infringed upon. April has some pretty severe troubles with authority, which hasn’t exactly helped her out in her career as a RAVEN agent. She’s very fond of exercising the freedom she believes everyone’s entitled to, giving her the not-undeserved appearance of a foul-mouthed wild girl.

Inwardly, however, April is a deeply principled person who often worries that she isn’t living up to the ideals that her uncle drilled into her. She’s particularly conflicted by her work with RAVEN – on one hand, she knows it’s an important system to prevent criminal metas from wreaking havoc; on the other, her disregard for procedure and her natural distrust of authority has long grated against her career choice.

Horseback riding, hiking, shooting, partyin’. Since she came to the city, she’s also picked up ‘parkour’ through the use of her powers, though any real enthusiast would probably call what she does cheating.

April has the full set of training to be expected from a RAVEN operative, making her quite skilled at both hand-to-hand combat and marksmanship, though the majority of her fighting style is informed by her uncle’s instruction. Another skill she learned from her uncle is criminal investigation, having been brought to work quite often by the old lawman in her youth. Also, she can ride horses pretty well, in case that ever comes up.

April wants to make the world a better place and live up to her uncle’s example as an enforcer of the law and as a human being.

April was born in a Phoenix, Arizona Her parents were both killed in a car crash very soon after she was born, leading to her being raised by her Uncle Bill, the old sheriff of a small town about an hour away where her parents had grown up. Bill was an old, childless man, but he did the best he could to raise the girl – which is to say, he taught her how to shoot a gun, ride a horse, win a man, and ‘live life like a cowboy’.

This idyllic upbringing was put on hold when April’s powers manifested at the age of 13. When it first happened, she had an enormous amount of difficulty controlling them, and spent a great deal of time sliding around on her belly crashing into walls before she learned a modicum of control. In spite of this, she opted out of learning to control her powers at an academy, choosing instead to self-train, a decision she swears by even though it’s probably adversely affected her abilities in the long run. After a while, her life went back to almost normal.

When she graduated from high school she was left with no particular academic talent, no career prospects and no desire (or money) for higher education. April had long dreamed of following in her beloved uncle’s footsteps as an enforcer of the law, and while there weren’t a lot of towns in need of a sheriff, the organization RAVEN was always hiring. A few months later she was enrolled in the RAVEN academy, in training to join the ranks of the meta-cops.

The skills of April’s upbringing proved useful in the academy, and she achieved some of the highest scores in her class in hand-to-hand combat and marksmanship. No, her skills weren’t the reason it took four years for April to graduate rather than the usual two; that was her attitude. Her disregard for protocol and inability to resist back-sassing her superiors checked her progress at every turn, and when she finally did graduate to become a field agent, there were whispers among academy higher-ups that the decision was made solely to get her out of her instructors’ hair.

Nevertheless, April was assigned work as a field operative in Baybridge. She hasn’t had much in the way of field work yet, which has given her a lot of time to wrestle with her doubts about her career choice. For now, though, she’s content to do her job, hoping that everything will fall into place sooner rather than later.

April’s only living relative is her Uncle Bill, whom she absolutely worships. He’s remained as the sheriff of the same Arizona town she would grew up in, and she calls back home every other day.

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April has the power to project a near-skintight field around herself that renders everything inside it utterly immune to friction. While the field is active, her body is governed entirely by inertia, allowing her to skate around at very high speeds with fairly little effort. The field also doubles as a minor shock absorber, taking a measure of force out of impacts she sustains – a collision that would kill anyone else would be merely bone-breaking for her.

She’s not immune to wind-resistance, nor gravity, so momentum will still be lost when traveling uphill or into the wind. April’s powers also don’t provide any way of gaining momentum, just keeping it, so she needs a boost if she wants to go really fast.

For starters, she can’t really keep a grip on anything while her powers are active – unless it’s trapped in her hands or cupped to her chest, anything she’s carrying will pretty much slide/fly right out of her hands, so any gear needs to be strapped to her back and too much will weigh her down.

April also has a large amount of trouble maneuvering while her powers are active – she needs a long window of time (or a parachute) to come to a stop without crashing into something, and her ability to turn is basically limited to suggesting herself in a different direction. She can exert a slight modicum of control by deactivating and reactivating her power in short succession, but this both causes a lot of skidding and loses a lot of momentum and is also very hard to do without falling over and eating pavement (hence the broken tooth).

Valentine Wickney (pronounced 'Vickney'; it's German, yo)

Female

What do they say about curiosity? That it killed the cat is perfectly healthy and natural for a girl her age.

20

5'4"

127 lbs.

April 18th

Stonecliff. Her dad used to own a restaurant there before plot bent him over and blew his fucking brains out. The deed is technically now in her name, but it hurts too much to look at, currently.

Silvery-white—curiously enough, the luster and texture occur naturally, and given her hot girl disguise absurdly good genetics, require minimal effort to maintain. She’s surprisingly meticulous about the dye—she can’t stand her natural brown, for whatever reason (coughdeadmommycough).

Slate gray. Not quite blue, but not entirely gray, either. Oddly intense, and capable of exceptionally intrusive intimacy.

A shoulder shrug and a pointed, "Your guess is as good as mine." Her mother was a blend of Egyptian-American, Hispanic, and European, and her father was as white as they come German and Italian--a whole mishmash of things. They're all European mutts, besides. She circles 'Caucasian' on standardized exams, though--she's so pale no one would believe otherwise.

Vee is pale, lean and narrow, smooth skin stretching taut over a trim, reasonably toned physique. Tiny, lithe, and deceptively deadly, she clocks in at approximately 5’4”, meaning one could (with moderate difficulty; she's prone to dorky theatrics) conceivably hoist her over one’s shoulder and cart her off mid-confrontation.

Vee's face is soft, all delicate cheekbones, gently-rounded cheeks, and wide, mischievous blue eyes--much like the rest of her, they're cheerful, passionate, and exploding with fiery conviction. A faint, barely-distinguishable smattering of freckles spans a soft, slightly upturned nose. Full lips born to twist into a crooked, devil-may-care grin host pristine rows of straight, white teeth.

A cascade of dyed curls tumble about her shoulders, carefully arranged in a trendy, layered fashion that epitomizes the concept of deliberate, "artful" dishevelment. It's relatively distinct, further contributing to that rebellious glitter-punk style she's been carefully cultivating since her teenage years. ("It's cool, y'know?" she'll insist, sticking her tongue out like a child. "Like, in a 'totally not' kind of way. I mean, subjectively speaking. If you're into that. That's a thing, right?")

She's developed an affinity for makeup bordering on unholy devotion; it's something of a hobby, and it gives her something to do. It’s deliberately smudged to further highlight that insouciant brand of i will lowkey talk until you kill your own ears she's all-but patented. Which is...really something she should look into. For posterity.

If it's (questionably) chic, comfortable, and looks like it belongs on the cover of an edgy YA novel, it's probably in her wardrobe. Slim-fitting jeans, leggings, over-sized hoodies, flannels left open over tight tank tops or graphic tees, loose sweaters with the sleeves rolled halfway up her forearms, etc. She claims she owns a leather jacket, but she also claims she hates black leather.

She lives in hipster hell, so why not take advantage? She likes high-tops, too--the bulkier, the better.

What a tool.

Valentine Wickney is the paragon of impish whimsy, dauntless curiosity, roguish charisma, and interminable vitality. Not even harsh doses of reality can put a damper on her optimism; any problem can be broken down into more manageable chunks if you just sit and think.

She's in possession of a "play-hard, die-hard" spirit indomitable even in the face of adversity--defiantly resilient, she wouldn’t understand the concept of despair if it sidled right up to her and spat in her eye. 'Defeat' isn't in her vocabulary; indifferent towards concepts like 'giving up' and 'knowing when to quit' and 'developing problem-solving skills that don't pose a threat to her own well-being', she's not in the business of losing quietly...if at all.

Wreathed in a contagious aura of vitality and armed to the teeth with an abundance of smarmy grins, goofball tendencies, a vehement intolerance for ignorance, Vee is generally always worth a good laugh. Her tongue is an ammo drum of jokes (of both the bawdy and atrociously punny varieties). A regular pepper-box, she’s confidence incarnate–she doesn’t walk, she swaggers. A lonely childhood bestowed upon her an impressive imagination, and because she's adventurous to a fault and twice as curious, she’s always nose-deep in some sort of wild scheme or grand adventure. This, coupled with poor impulse control and a predilection toward improvisation, means she can orchestrate some truly ludicrous plans--and, given her motto of, "Hey, it's okay, I'll make it all work out," they're often entirely impractical, and work perfectly despite all available evidence. Eat shit, laws of physics!

Her voice has a playful, chipper lilt—her sunny disposition is downright infectious. Vee's absurdly garrulous, often to the point of being...frustrating. Fear only exacerbates the problem--when she's nervous, excited, or petrified beyond wit, she just starts...rambling. It's almost endearing.

Contrary to what one might assume given her rambunctious nature, Vee is, in fact, socially adept—kindness, empathy, and courtesy are remarkably efficient means of obtaining the information she wants (and want it she does), and besides, there's no point in being needlessly rude. Generosity is in no short supply, especially when it comes to swapping stories; she'd listen to an artisan discuss at length the process by which certain paints were manufactured with awed, rapt attention, and then ask (moderately) insightful questions—provided she grants the poor man a chance to speak. She loves learning new things, whether those topics concern people, places, events, or abstract concepts; in fact, she revels in the arcane and the absurd. She's a self-proclaimed 'people person;' traditional academics are boring, but stories and people aren't. She cares more about the 'whys' than the 'hows,' especially when said whys pertain to motives, goals, ambitions, and dreams--she's a natural raconteur!

Having grown up idolizing the heroes she saw in comics and on TV, she's got a penchant for theatrics--however, she's moderately self-aware, and she doesn't take herself seriously at all. "Save them with a smile," is practically her code of conduct--if there's a person that needs help, she, in all her dorky, cheerful exuberance, is the first on the scene--even if it poses a potential threat to her own life. Her body moves on its own!

To the surprise of absolutely no one, she’s got a mischievous streak. If anything, she's playful in an affable, silly, "party animal" kind of way--snowball fights, pranks, festivities, and corralling wayward platoons of shrieking children all come quite naturally. Impish pranks come with the territory of unabashed (everyday) heroics—nothing wrong with having a bit of fun, right? As such, she’s as snarky as she is clever, though her sarcasm carries a good-natured bent. Banter takes precedence over bickering, in her eyes--though, when the gloves come off, so do her inhibitions. She's not beyond a verbal smackdown, especially of her sense of justice deems it warranted.

With inquisitive cleverness comes shrewd perspicacity; as such, perceptiveness, intuition, and vigilance are in no short supply. She notices the little details, registering them as subtle emotional cues--a wrinkled blouse on an otherwise meticulous pedant, a red nose and the absence of eyeliner on a makeup artist, a tired smile that says, "I'm dying" in spite of hollow, platitudinous assurances the person in question is 'absolutely fine'. Sometimes, the best way to help someone is to catch them off-guard, and a blunt, "You're not sleeping" works wonders over the traditional, "Are you okay?"

According to the rest of her family, her mother died a hero, so she's got a certain legacy to uphold. Hopefully, that doesn't include maudlin self-sacrifice--puts a real damper on any weekend plans. Besides, that hero complex had to spawn somewhere--a combination of an ex-military uncle, a shitty home life, and a fervent desire to be the change necessary to 'fix' what's wrong with the world will do that to you.

Having lived with her older sister/legal guardian for the vast majority of her life, Vee's no stranger to cramped apartments, late-night shouting matches, and atrocious neighbors. She grew up relatively independent (the product of her environment, no doubt), having become accustomed to whiling away the hours by her lonesome.

It was almost adorable, at times: late at night, hunched over a faded, scuff-riddled coffee table, in almost companionable silence, the pair toiled dutifully away, Angela wrangling with Intro to Economics while a ten-year-old Vee fumbled her way through rudimentary algebra.

Sometimes, it got lonely. Sometimes one of Angela's less-than-orthodox occupations demanded her presence at odd hours; there were clients to be served and customers to be placated, lest she risk incurring her manager's wrath. Their budget was already tight enough, between unreasonably exorbitant utility bills (Vee suspected the landlady was a bona fide sadist, complete with the leather catsuit to marshal the cellulite into some semblance of proper order), a woefully maladroit internet provider, complete with terrible customer service, and two sets of tuition fees.

Sometimes, the people Angela brought home--associates, she called them, which was kind of funny, because Vee hadn't known that was another synonym for 'sugar daddy'--but that was okay. She was used to it, and besides, she was doing her best.

Vee never finished high school. She was always more invested in people and their affairs than the hasty, half-assed scrawls on the chalkboard. One too many interventions when the schoolyard bully decided to pulverize some poor, unsuspecting innocent lead to one too many assailants conquered and one too many complaints filed--it didn't matter that she wasn't the instigator, purported the no-tolerance policy, it mattered she'd chosen to involve herself in matters that didn't concern her.

And unconcerned she was--in her eyes, hadn't she done some good? She'd tried to fix a part of the world, however small, the only way she knew how: with her words, and with her fists.

Then, in a few sporadic bursts--which most had assumed to be isolated incidents, the poor dears--after a particularly violent confrontation involving a switchblade, a dumpster, and some stolen Pokemon cards, the powers manifested, and her would-be attackers (who were rapidly diminishing in numbers; tales of her bullshit white knight exploits spread, and she began to fancy herself a bit of a hero) weren't the only ones that got burned.

She was asked, politely but firmly, to leave. She didn't need a lawyer's knack for legalese to read between the lines, and that school had drawn the lines pretty far apart.

Being the first Metahuman to crop up in her family in what seemed like generations understandably catalyzed more than its fair share of tension between Angela and Vee, chiefly because Angela had no idea how to manage that. Part of her wanted to believe Vee was using it as an excuse, and the other part of her cowed rather quickly.

So, once the freshly-expelled Vee turned 18, she and her hero complex sought greener pastures. She and Angela didn't exactly part on friendly terms.

She worked a number of odd jobs over the years, ranging from professional dog-walker to barista to part-time mechanic's assistant to, finally, her current occupation: waitressing in a small, family-owned diner run by an incorrigible tyrant of a man.

Small world, indeed.

It's not so bad, though--she meets plenty of interesting people, and her vivacious disposition attracts customers in droves. There's something about the chipper girl with the wry smile--something about how she'll remember the most minute details even when the customers forget. She and Angela are currently attempting to mend their relationship, but progress is as inconsistent as it is slow. They're doing their best.

There are plenty of stories to recount, names to learn, experiences to share, adventures to be had, and histories to unveil, so for now?

She thinks she's pretty content.

| Good | Vitriolic Best Buddies | "April? Well, if I may...uh, never mind. It's--yes, that was a pun. A bad one, yeah. Sorry. It could've worked, though--months of the year? A-Anyway, she's fun! Like, in a "beat your head against the wall repeatedly" kind of way. Her sordid love affair with being a rampant asshole aside, I think she's got some good in her! Maybe. It's subjective. But she's still a good friend--I like her!" |

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Elemental | Energy

Friction Exacerbation is inflicting a severe burn on/igniting an object, person, or substance via touch-based application of preternaturally powerful friction. By expending certain amounts of willpower (read: willing it into action), Vee can determine the intensity of her attack...well, a ballpark estimate, at least.

On the battlefield, Vee essentially functions as a human matchstick. A punch could scorch, a kick could sear, a slap could singe, etc. In her presence conflagrations are a scarily real possibility, as well as collateral damage. If she so pleased, she could use her own hand as the 'tinder,' to 'conjure' fire, if she was willing to sustain the ensuing third-degree burn. As such, she's better suited to bum-rushing her adversary to catch them off-guard. Grappling onto an opponent would probably result in a seared appendage--possibly a full-body ignition if the situation spiraled out of control.

While best-suited towards combat, if she concentrates hard enough, she can implement it in more pedestrian ways, such as heating up a ceramic mug, kick-starting a fire, and (occasionally) catching herself when she falls. Friction does stop things, after all, and everything has friction--it's a universal force.

Physical contact is an absolute much--while it's theorized she might be able to master ranged application in the future, all of her current efforts have proven fruitless, much to her eternal consternation. It's largely dependent on her reaction time, too--as this ability has no delay, she can't utilize it strategically, like one might a timed explosive. It detonates immediately or it doesn't go off at all.

The faster she applies friction to a substance, the more damage she sustains.

Forcing friction on air is absurdly difficult--well outside the scope of her current capabilities. She couldn't use her power like a parachute, for instance!

Requires immense concentration to maintain; if she doesn't time her actions precisely, she runs the risk of burning herself. Furthermore, if she's not careful, she might not be able to regulate the intensity, especially during an emotional outburst. What was intended as a rug burn might inadvertently wind up as partial to total incineration, or vice versa. She hasn't quite mastered the delicate art of control--balancing the force of will required to shift the frictional force and the composure needed to keep herself in check is surprisingly difficult, especially under duress. With her, it's all or nothing--she'll deliver a rug burn or she'll accidentally light you on fire.

Moreover, it's quite probable she'll burn herself in the process--she has to maintain physical contact, after all, and she's not immune to its effects.

Naturally, the longer this ability is invoked, the more her concentration wavers--it's like standing on one leg for extended durations of time. After a while, she starts to teeter, and then eventually, she'll hit the proverbial dirt. Devastating headaches typically ensue, rendering her effectively useless--unless, by some unlikely miracle, she could weather the agony--until her affliction subsides.

If she were to attempt to deploy this power to catch herself after tumbling off a roof, she'd be able to keep herself on there through friction. Furthermore, she's already scorching whatever she caught herself on, meaning it'd hurt like an absolute bitch. Even if she fell, she'd still sustain some damage once she hit the ground--in her current state, she'd only be able to slow her descent by scrabbling at the terrain at the expense of her own hands, not completely negate it. She wouldn't die, but she'd probably shatter a limb or two.

Hye-mi Park

Mio (Preferred nickname)
Asia Minor (DJ handle)

Female

That's a funny question. Mio's real hair color is actually a very, very deep brown, however, she has dyed it to hell and back: originally, she was okay with just the sable base, but she has since branched out to a small spectrum of colors, gelled and sculpted together to range from a deep green to a sunset-hot orange. At least, that's what she tells people. Some surmise that she may just wear a wig, but as no one has seen her with this wig off, who's to say?

Sharp, pale brown, with a minor case of sectoral heterochromia: the rings around her iris are very dark, and two black splotches dot the lower edges of each eye.

Coastal Asiatic, specifically Korean and Hindi

Mio's face speaks volumes. Quirky, queer-eyed and cutesy, Hye-mi has a talkative grin, expressive eyes, and more access to gel than God. Her short stature does little to weaken the fire in her pepper-printed eyes, and her stubby button-nose wrinkles whenever she laughs. Because she lacks so much in height (a shortcoming she blames on her heritage), she makes up for it in razzmatazz. The first thing most people notice about Mio is the hair. Preened, cut, and kept perfectly in order, her huge, sweeping crescents of hair dash the vision of one eye, while framing the other in a broad spectra of violent, exciting colors. From the left of her head, her hair passes in gradient from a pleasing, warm green to an orange that could only be described as 'sharp cheddar with a side of Miami sunset.' Tying it all together is a jet-black ponytail that she deliberately gels to follow the easterly wave that Mio calls a fringe, keeping her midnight-black, shoulderblade-length hair up and out of the way. Her eyebrows sit softly above deeply lidded eyes, calming and contrasting the wild beast that is her hair.

However, this is about where Hye-mi's attention to appearance stops. She isn't flashy with makeup by any stretch of the word--a little foundation, a little bit of pink, a little bit of mascara--it's all little bits for this little shit. Quiet, clever almond-shaped and almond-hued eyes take in the world, and happen to be the quietest thing about this peppy piece of work.

Her neck is long, cut by strong, slim shoulders and a collarbone that could kill a man. Her arms are light yet firm, muscle from countless hours of punches, pull-ups, and playing at parkour. This is also, moreover, where she keeps her singular tattoo: an ice-inspired koi half-sleeve, a sharp, blue-toned fish coiled around intricate glacial lotuses--wrought from ice and outlined in thick layers of black. The tattoo is more than a few years old, but her meticulous attention to maintenance keeps the frosty-flavored tat fresh as the day she came out of the shop, tears in her eyes and a hand on her bicep.

Her hips sit wide beneath her short, firm torso, accentuated by strong, thick thighs and equally powerful calves. Hye-mi has no thigh gap, nor does she care for one; she'd rather be slim, not bow-legged. Her legs have been trained through years of dealing with her power manifesting at the worst of times, leading to her strong, toned lower half--which, given the soft appearance of the rest of her body, serves as quite the contrast.

Mio could kick a hole in a wall and the wall would thank her.

Sweater puppies and hips that don't lie aside, Mio's eternally-tanned skin tone lends itself to hours upon hours in the daylight, mixing tracks, listening to tunes, and getting up to no good. Her whole body sings a song of exuberance and liveliness, a tune which harmonizes oh-so-well with Park's perky personality.

Clothes. Mio loves dressing up in fantastically bright or otherwise interesting attire, often preferring to keep to her summer wardrobe when in doubt. Band tees, tight tanks, the occasional sporty minidress--Hye-mi has worn them all, and wears them in all varieties of colors, from gaudy to glum. Her attire tends to be movement-minded, but not without the nod to style; she likes the skirts-and-spats combo, particularly, because it lets her get away with all of the fun of a short skirt without any of the unwanted attention.

...But the pockets still suck.

Ever the hipster, Park likes to support local businesses--especially if they come recommended by a friend-of-a-friend, or even just are a friend of a friend. As such, you can catch her wearing scarves, strangely-colored socks, and not-quite-ever-have-been-in-fashion-and-probably-never-will-be articles of clothing alike. The beauty of having a look--and an attitude--so wholly devoted to grabbing the eye of the random bystander is that Mio really can wear whatever she wants and get away with it, as she is wont to do.

Even in the winter, Park prefers to keep 'bundling up' to a minimum, preferring rather to traipse about from building to building, trying her damnedest to not catch a cold in summer jeans, a tank top, and, if she's feeling particularly worried about the weather, a cropped jacket.

Another interesting aspect about Mio's day-to-day wear is that she enjoys mixing old ideas with new flavors; a favorite article of hers is a horrendously misused bomber jacket, cropped to the ribs and emblazoned with the South Korean flag on the shoulder and back using fresh materials. Any fasteners were taken off, making it effectively useless as anything but a fashion statement--it won't even close. Because the jacket had to be so heavily tailored, it wouldn't even close if Mio wanted it to--said tailor was a little overzealous in their hacking away at fabric.

Mio, at the very core of her being, is just a girl who wants to get noticed. She wants to be somebody, and at that, be somebody exciting. While inwardly insecure, you wouldn't know it by looking at her; on the outside, Mio is a radiant ball of sunshine, excitable and effervescent. Outgoing, charismatic, perhaps a little too nosy for her own good; all of these are traits that quickly endear people to Hye-mi, and she revels in it. She's a touch self-centered, as evidenced by her attention to image and keeping up appearances. Often seen with her head in the clouds and stars in her eyes, Mio loves the idea of fame--glitz and glamor excite her, as does adventure and suspense. This all aside, though, Mio is only a little self-centered--she's easily capable of putting herself aside to talk to and about people, from whom she so loves to hear stories and tales and--most especially--gossip. Ever the chatterbox, Mio isn't especially concerned with seeming refined or 'polite.' If there's shit to talk, she's the first to say "Dish, gurl," in a not-entirely-sarcastic tone.

However, this isn't a constant--Mio and her power are a lot alike, in that they function in waves. Just as she can be excitable and friendly and outgoing, there are also moments of flow for Mio--times where she can be serious, objective-oriented, and focused. Sobriety is something Park is perfectly capable of achieving, and it's almost startling how quickly she can shift from feckless joviality to a barrage of salient questions and points. Mio is aware that there is a time for games and jokes, and tries as hard as she can to keep spirits high, but she knows as well as anyone that work and play are meant to have a fine line between them.

Mio isn't perfect. As a matter of fact, she's a totally unreliable narrator--an extremely tightly-wound household and home life left her with a (usually covert) inferiority complex and a long-standing problem with pathological lying. If she's being accused, the first thing she thinks to do is lie. Lie, lie, and keep lying. While Mio personally knows better, her instincts tell her to deny until she can flee, and instinct is so much harder to reason with.

More on that inferiority complex--Mio would be the absolute last person to say "Well, at least I'm better than you." While she does have a heaping helping of self-interest, it's more about becoming better, getting stronger, faster, cleverer--to keep working until everyone she passes is visibly impressed by how far she's come. Whenever she meets another artist, her first thought is 'I can't even imagine the skill gap between us,' not 'I could probably out-mix this dude without even thinking.'

Which is a shame, because she really is a clever musician. Mio is obsessed with the idea of self-improvement, to the point that she works out every other day, learned to cook, and has a whole stack of books on her nightstand.

In an oddly paradoxical way, Mio has a tendency to be very withdrawn--while she puts on an amazing show out in the world, and absolutely loves being around people, she always comes home alone and has never really shown an interest in romance; while she's not opposed to the idea, she's never met anyone she can truly be alone with.

That is one thing she absolutely values. Solitude. A place where she can go and be alone with her music and nothing else. Moreover, being alone allows her to let her power run totally free, and she can just relax, allowing the beat to lull her into peaceful meditation. Even though she enjoys the company of others, Mio is still, at her core, something of an introvert--and enjoys her privacy as a way of resting and recharging.

Mio is, in the end, a girl who wants to enjoy every bit of life, and to prove she deserves to be there for every moment. She's a dedicated worker, and plays just as hard as she works--and intends to prove that all that effort isn't there for nothing.

Mio wants to get famous. She doesn't necessarily want to get rich--middle class is more than enough for her--but she definitely wants to get noticed. Being the chipper, smiley-faced disc jockey that you can have at your party is great, and all, but she really wants attention on a broader scale. She wants to do something great that really turns heads.

Hye-mi Park is the daughter of two second-generation Asian-Americans, who both came from very different cultures: her father from Korea--whose parents expatriated to America immediately following World War II and the collapse of Korea's Japanese rule, and the other from India, whose parents decided, simply, that "If we're going to cut ties with Britain, why don't we just move to a country who already has and avoid the mess?"

It would make sense that a couple of rebels would give birth to another rebel. Mio's mother was very vocal in her disputation of her parents ruling her life, and intended to live the 'American Dream' as the rest of the country did. Her father, on the other hand, was a clever, conniving, sagacious snake of a man who intended to take the business world by storm--and both of them had a pretty clear grip on life when the two of them came together and had a child during their late 20s, totally delineated from their families and intent on paving their own path in life.

Thus, on April 22nd, 1993, Hye-mi Park was born--her father insisted on her first name, though her mother desired a mix of their two cultures. The one thing Hwan didn't expect, however, was the presence of her mother's Metahumanity to be passed onto Mio.

This caused trouble. This wasn't his plan. He would no longer be Hwan the Businessman. He would be Hwan Park, the man with the Metahuman child. However, Hwan was a clever man. As a result, Mio's childhood could be best described as tumultuously stringent. In order to learn to control her power--a difficult task--her father taught her two things: the violin, and how to fear him without Hwan ever laying a hand on her. Once the basics were down pat--something Hwan handled respectfully enough, and actually nurtured her towards success--she was expected to know. If she let her powers go out of control and warp the sound from then on, there would be no response.
He would ignore her, as if she wasn't there.
The worse she failed, the worse the negative feedback--sometimes, she would come to the dinner table and a place would be missing.

As she got older, it got worse. Little infractions caused greater silences--longer times of loneliness. She'd mastered the violin, and she was expected to find the next instrument on her own. They would 'forget' her on family trips--and she was an only child. However, it taught her how to fend for herself, how to get to-and-from school, how to meet people, and how to get that interaction she so sorely desired. She might've hailed from a rich family, but the older she got, the more she started living like a kid in a poorhouse. Eventually, she got tired of learning to suppress--she'd made friends. She had opinions. She had thoughts and dreams.

The next instrument she learned was the piano. Not the grand kind--not the type she'd have to learn how to stop the strings from warping their own noise--no. She learned the electric keyboard, and she was proud of that.

Something about music resonated with her. It sparked a passion in Mio. There was a beauty in the little rebellions--the thoughts and ideas her friends had, the little freedoms she took when no one was looking--or no one cared to look. With music, she could enjoy studying, enjoy improvement, and the beating rhythm stoked a great, impossible fire within her. She didn't hate being alone anymore. Mio could use solitude. Her fears of loneliness--of not being good enough--became weaker, and morphed into a determination she now uses as a power source every day.

Mio has been legally emancipated since she was 17. She'd been holding down part-time jobs (and lying about her age through her teeth) since 13.

The emancipation, however, wasn't entirely her idea. One day, she came home from school with deep, black hair and a whole new hairstyle per the urging of her friends, and it sparked a series of terrible, awful arguments that ended in her leaving home permanently.

There's little to say about Mio's mother--a natural at sound manipulation, she'd become a wallflower after entering a relationship with Hwan. At the time of Hye-mi's birth, Arati Park was already well under Hwan's thumb, without family to return to--the status of her grandparents is something Mio is totally unaware of, and frankly, doesn't care to know.

By 19, Mio had decided that she was done living day-to-day. Living with bullshit people, leading bullshit lives, doing bullshit every bullshit day. Living just on the edge of Greencrest Heights, working her way up in the world and putting herself further in the black on her bank account, she finally decided to pull the trigger and try.

A girl by the name of Annabelle Thastey--Anna to her friends--happened to be an event organizer and a close friend-of-a-friend in Mio's growing circle. Mio, of course, decided this was the time to start making connections, and set up a meeting with Annabelle. The meeting ended in shaking hands, a handshake, and the exchange of a thumb drive.

By the next week, her calculated risk had landed her with a spot DJing for a wedding.

Two years, 16 weddings, 30 parties, one nightclub venue night, and so much work towards an album later, Mio finally found her place in the world as 'that DJ what can make the floor literally shake,' and finally started living comfortably--with a pothead roommate by the name of Stoner Dave. It's a mononym. Probably. He might've also been the result of a virgin birth.

Give it another year, and you have Mio as she is today; currently whiling the days away with music in her ears and a bounce in her step, considering acting on her plans to finally go to an Academy and finally figure out her powers in a healthier manner--that is, without intentional neglect or her horrendous method of trial by fire.

Hwan Park: Currently living in Lower South Royer. 48. Shrewd businessman, currently in ownership of a variety of car dealerships and intending to expand across the Washington coast area.

Arati Park: Currently living in Lower South Royer. 43. Ex-rebellious teenager, now something of a housewife--she currently looks after a younger brother Mio is unaware of, as he was born after she emancipated herself. Metahuman capable of Sound Manipulation.

??? Park: Currently living in Lower South Royer. 3. The recent Park boy--Mio isn't even aware he exists, nor is she aware of whether or not he's Metahuman.

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Energy

Sound Materialization. Not quite the same as simply manipulating sound, Mio's specific brand of sound control quite literally causes sound to take physical form within a 30 meter radius. Without concentrating on actively suppressing or enhancing the ability, however, this power maintains a spherical radius of about three-quarters of a meter--around arm's reach, if she were to really stretch.

The actual appearance of 'material' sound is strange. Because there is nothing physical to make the sound out of, it simply creates an aberration as it passes over or strikes against all nearby objects, so long as they aren't currently alive. The living create a series of counter-vibrations that effectively nullify the warping of their bodies, but their clothes, weapons, and other personal effects are not excluded from this aberration. This warping manifests as an extremely temporary wave passing over the nearby landscape, created from the very ground itself. However, this wave only warps, it does not destroy. Other than creating temporary dissonance in any objects that produce sounds themselves, the wave is harmless to all things it naturally affects.

The wave is physical in nature--someone could stand on it if they so desired, or even ride it, as Mio does. However, as the sound dissipates, so does the 'material' sound--so while the wave is extremely fast, it will evaporate almost as quickly as it occurs, making it difficult to use as reliable transportation.

Mio, specifically, can exert a certain level of control over materialized sound--not necessarily affecting the sound itself, by affecting how the material sound manifests and travels using direct contact as a medium. She can cause the wave to stall, split, curve--Mio could even make the wave taller or shorter, if she desired. This does, however, require a certain kind of concentration--the manipulation of the waves requires a moment of zen, or, as Mio so esoterically puts it, "You've got to--fuckin'--be in the groove."

Simply causing the waves to appear at greater distances or suppressing them altogether is a task better suited to the day-to-day normal kind of focus; it's a little bit like riding a bike. You could do it for hours and hours, and you'd be tired as hell afterwards, but it's simple enough to do once you know how to do it and you can train yourself to last longer.

An unexpected externality of Mio's power is that projectiles become a total crapshoot near her. Because this ability is radial, anything caught within the however-many-meters invisible 'sphere' around Mio will aberrate, and as a result, curve wildly out of control. Bullets, especially, given the spiraling nature of their trajectory, react totally unpredictably when the object bends during its travel.

The first and most obvious limit of Mio's ability is the near-total lack of control. She serves more as a conduit for her power--other than actively suppressing it or allowing it to run free, it is effectively its own animal. Only in unique moments of concentration--her 'groove' state--can she affect the waves as they radiate, and even then, it puts considerable strain on her limbs--the power doesn't lie so much in her mental faculties as it does in her stance, like she's a pebble dropped in a pond.

Moreover, no matter how much she tries, Mio cannot use guns. They will misfire 9 times out of 10 due to the extreme warping of the barrel, and even if they do fire, the extremely loud noise from so close will almost certainly trip Mio immediately after firing. As a matter of fact, most hand-held weapons are almost totally worthless in her hands, because every solid strike will cause the object to warp due to the following noise and she'll lose her balance soon after.

As a result of this, Mio's self defense classes rely totally on hand-to-hand combat, not with the use of a knife or any sort of blunt instrument.

Another limitation is the range. Mio's range has a soft cap of 30 meters while concentrating--while that seems like a lot, the usual soft cap while still being able to move normally is closer to 10 meters, with total effect dispersion at 15 meters.

The final--and least obvious--limitation is the effect her power has on its epicenter--the source of the noise. Noise sources greater than another audio source are totally unaffected by the second source, and said source will be in turn aberrated by the stronger sound. In essence: the loudest noise in the room is the only one that isn't affected by sound materialization, and serves as the epicenter of all manifestations. Smaller waves will fold into the much larger wave, similar to how a million conversations are all at once deafening and meaningless.

Alarm clocks are literally the worst thing.

Jokes aside, the most notable problem with her power is that if Mio wants to listen to music, she absolutely has to wear headphones unless she intends to make a scene. Earbuds are not an option--the rippling of a cord is one thing, but earbuds tend to get stuck in her ears because of all the tiny parts expanding and contracting inside of her ear as they play music. Moreover, because her power will radiate unless she concentrates on it, moving through crowded streets and around construction and every other variety of extreme noise can be strenuous, and thus forces her to be wary of her surroundings and to avoid crowded areas--which, considering how much she loves to get noticed, is disappointing for Mio.

An extremely significant drawback, as referred to in the Limits section, is her total incapability to use firearms of any variety. Because of this, she has very little in the way of physical protection on the streets, and instead has to rely on protecting herself in other ways--usually through the use of her power and really good speaker/headphones.

A smaller problem, but a problem nonetheless, is that sound bounces as it travels. Because of this, Mio is forced to account for sound waves travelling back over towards her from all directions, and it requires her to be extremely wary of the architecture of the building she's in--if not, she's likely to get tripped up and have a whole lot of trouble getting back on her feet. Thankfully, much of this is remedied by her height--she has a low center of gravity, and is better at keeping balanced with two feet on the ground than most people.

To put it in short: Mio's main weakness is that she has so little control over her power that it can actually serve as a detriment to her, if she isn't careful.

Male

33

5'10ft

180lbs

Greencrest Heights

Black

Brown

African-American

Standing at 5’10 and still in good health and fitness as a result of his career choice, Reed is still a man in his prime and arguably not too hard on the eyes. His eyes are a lighter shade of brown whilst his face is relatively smooth and clean-shaven, kept free from stubble whilst his head is cropped fairly short. Along his left forearm is a twisted scar from where it was bitten by one of the Devil's creatures and never fully healed.

Whilst Reed is known to wear the standard DOVE uniform when the occasion necessitates it, often he'll go for the less conspicuous plain-clothes approach, wearing a shirt with jeans or cargo pants along with a jacket on occasion and keeping his sidearm in a concealed holster.

Strong-willed and brimming with determination, Reed was the kind of man with a motivated drive for seeing things through, almost to a fault given how stubborn he could be. However, several years on the force, his experiences and losses in Verthaven and his time with DOVE have only served to dispel the naiveté and replace it with a realistic sense of how the world actually works, along with giving him some good instincts. That doesn't mean he lacks the same drive, rather he just understands there's a way about doing it and whilst he still maintains a relatively calm, professional exterior there's a sense of passion and drive just beneath the surface.

One of the main reasons he first joined up with the force was to follow in the footsteps of his uncle and losing him has only cemented his idea of doing the right thing, hence why he carried on with DOVE to honour his name. Unlike his brother, Reed's probably more the pacifist of the two and is generally inclined towards talking his way through a situation and using those good instincts of his to avoid causing trouble. It helps being a DOVE, but it's also something that comes naturally to him.

Having spent his early childhood and lost a mother to alcohol abuse, he's also sympathetic to the plight of the poorer lower classes and metahumans subjected to abuse and is disgusted at the prospect of the local gangs taking advantage of either, to the point he's willing to go out of his way to put an end to it. Likewise he doesn't take kindly to signs of corruption or misconduct in either DOVE, RAVEN or the BPD, having worked his own ass off to get where he is and still wanting to help dispel the public mistrust of law enforcement and metahuman regulation agencies.

The other thing that's liable to piss him off is bringing up his family or friends and badmouthing any of them - particularly his brother or late uncle.

Like his brother and uncle before him, Reed doesn't mind heading out onto the range every once in a while. When he's not busy, good TV and classic films such as The Terminator or Predator are something he can quite gladly appreciate. On another note, he's also kept a lot of his uncle's film memorabilia and, in some ways, has gained a fondness for collecting it albeit not to the same degree as the old man did.

Time on the VPD and with DOVE have done more than their fair share of good for Reed. He's picked up a fair amount of skills in his time both through training and personal experience. For one, he’s quite analytical and decisive when push comes to shove and has been given a degree of wisdom from his time on the beat and with DOVE and he's not a half-bad shot either, and knows his way around most firearms. Practice on the range outside of work has only served to cultivate this. He’s also pretty damned athletic and knows how to take care of himself in a fight- a necessary skill for a man who’s job requires him to be able to apprehend fleeing and potentially dangerous suspects whilst staying by the book, so to speak. He still speaks a little Spanish though, again, his pronunciation is a little off and he's probably rustier than ever by now.

Reed has a vested interest in doing some good for both the Metahuman and Non-Meta communities, it's one of the reasons why he first joined DOVE to begin with (that, and his being out of a job).

Super System

A power which once belonged to Luis of the Changeling Unit, Reed was given the ability by his brother as a means of safeguarding him, in addition to ensuring that it would remain in trusted hands. Like Luis, Reed is capable of manipulating blood when he comes into physical contact with it, able to move it around, clot it or otherwise absorb it into his body through his skin. In fact, Reed can be empowered by absorbing blood, which bolsters his stamina and strength when he does so as well as speeding up his regenerative process.

Much alike the man who once held them, Reed's regenerative abilities allow him to survive wounds that would kill any other man and even recover from them entirely. Broken bones knit back together at an advanced rate, gunshot wounds and lacerations quickly stop bleeding and seal up before any major damage can be done and toxins which would cause havok within a normal person's body are filtered out. Not just that, but it seems that this ability has effectively put the brakes on Reed's aging process as it did for Luis, leaving him with the physical appearance and fitness of a man in his late twenties.

Luis possessed the single, strongest regenerative factor among all Metahumans, Reed, unfortunately, only has a fraction of that strength as a consequence of it being transferred to him by his brother. Where the Spaniard could have survived and even functioned when most of his body was subjected to severe trauma, Reed does not have this liberty. Destructive injuries can and will render him unconscious and unlike Luis, who had over two centuries' worth of experience and pain tolerance built up, Reed has had at most under a decade of holding this ability. Expecting him to perform the same feats as the man would be a fool's errand.

Ashing out is one big weakness of this ability, as demonstrated by its original holder. Being subjected to incredible physiological strain and numerous mortal injuries at the same time will put Reed at serious risk of ashing out, especially if he doesn't give himself an opportunity to rest or otherwise replenish himself. Reed is also extra susceptible to poisons, diseases, and chemicals that are transmitted by blood. Taking in a little bit of this toxic blood can definitely stun Reed.

Rowan Campbell

Male

17

5'9

132lbs

Brookacres formerly, now Academy 61's Dorms

Dirty blonde

Brown

Caucasian

]A 5’9 teen of an complexion with scruffy hair, Rowan looks like another one of your small-framed, almost scrawny white trash kid from Brookacre. From a glance it's clear he's not a heavyweight and even if he was a little meatier he wouldn't be too imposing at that height. Unkempt, his hair is a dirty blonde whilst along his jawline is a thin veil of blonde stubble that one day threatens to turn into an equally scruffy beard and he possesses a set of sharp, blue eyes.

Anything from sports clothes to hoodies, to jackets - Rowan isn't too picky about what he wears. Given Baybridge's propensity for wet weather, however, Rowan often has a preference for wearing a hoodie - particularly since it means it helps him maintain a sense of anonymity if he's breaking curfew or writing up some art.

A rough upbringing has left Rowan a textbook example of the kind of social issues that a lot of young people in Modern America face. Stubborn to a fault, he's the kind of person who, if he doesn't particularly like something, will tend to drag his feet or otherwise subvert it if he can't outright stop it. He's the kind of person who's liable to break before bending and it's contributed to his overall mental state of being able to take as much of a beating as possible and still get up - if his mind is set to something, nothing will put him down - again, due to his upbringing.

At the same time he's not an outright rebel, but fresh memories of his old man have left him with a firm dislike for figures who convey themselves as authoritarian, but treating him decently will in turn get him to lower his guard a little - a point that the new DOVE agency has had a fair bit of success with as opposed to NEST or RAVEN's relatively heavy handed methods in the past. Of course, he's almost been picked up a couple of times for breaking curfew.

It can take him a while to come to trust people and for a while he'll half-expect someone to let him down, but deep down Rowan is the kind of person who'll stay loyal to those who treat him in kind. The only trouble is that it can be hard for him to admit when he needs help - again, due to him having had to bring himself up at times.

Rowan has quite the fondness for artwork - specifically, graffiti. A self-proclaimed 'writer', he takes pride in his contribution to Baybridge's wide collection of urban murals and signatures that have been painted upon its walls. It's one of the things that have allowed him to distract himself from the shittier parts of his life, and one thing that he always falls back on as a coping mechanism when everything else fails. Also, out of all the sports available to students at the academy, boxing is one that he's developed a fondness for.

Growing up in Brookacres under a broken home has taught Rowan to develop a certain degree of self-sufficiency. He's still a teen, but there's been times where he's had to raise himself when his parents weren't around. It's left him with a bit of street smarts and pragmatism. He's also quite talented at street art and is a natural when a can of paint's in his hand. Also, as elaborated earlier, whilst it's not something he'd boast of, he's the kind of person who can take a hit and keep getting up. One could argue that if he wanted to, he could become a professional boxer just because of this.

At the moment, Rowan's not entirely certain how he wants life to go for him - he's just a teen trying to get by and figure things out.

Hailing from the impoverished district of Brookacres, Rowan was another textbook case of a kid coming from a broken home, the only difference being that this kid had powers and their family happened to closely tied in with the Pure. To be specific, Rowan’s father had developed very close ties to the group from his time in prison and throughout the upbringing of his son he'd attempted to embed a similar set of bigoted views through years of domineering and abuse. His mother also suffered the same treatment if not worse, leading the two of them to endure years of abuse under the old man’s roof.

It wasn't until after he hit his early teens that it came to a head - Rowan's abilities manifested and soon, it went from keeping his head down to making sure the old man never found out the truth, out of fear for his mom more than anything. But keeping it a secret worked only for so long, and soon it escalated when, one night the old man had come home drunk yet again after another night out with his fellow bigots and had taken a disliking to his demeanour and started hurling abuse at them. When Rowan shot back, this made him angry and he looked ready to throw the bottle at him until his wife intervened, instead becoming the new target of his ire as she took a heavy beating for it.

Then something snapped. Years of abuse and resentment came bubbling to the surface - Rowan practically threw himself against the old man and laid into him blow after blow, until he finally realised that he wasn't actually punching him anymore - he'd practically flung every metallic object in the house against the old man in his anger and accidentally broken his neck.

It didn't take long for the authorities to realise what had happened, especially when he tested positive for the metahuman gene. DOVE quickly took custody of him after the truth of his circumstances was revealed and given the duress he'd been under, it was determined that he'd not intentionally killed the old man and was clearly in need of a stable environment. It took a while, but Rowan was soon enrolled with Academy 61 just in time for the summer and placed as a long-term resident of its dormitories.

Still struggling to fit in, time passed by and events occurred in the city around them. During this, Rowan met Wendy Lucker, a fellow student who shared his appreciation for art and in some ways was an outcast, traits which quickly forged a close friendship between them. This was cemented when Rowan, having been introduced to a few of Wendy's other friends, helped to save the group by shielding them during a terrorist attack.

| Neutral | Case Worker | "She's alright, for a DOVE." |


| Mixed | Academy Teacher | "She's supposed to be some kind of hardass, I guess." |


| Good | Friend | "She's cool, likes the kind of art that I do." |

Elemental - Energy

First and foremost, Rowan is able to generate and manipulate a powerful electromagnetic field that is capable of exherting his will upon and controlling ferromagnetic materials, in addition to holding an effect over other materials or energies that are influenced by magnetism (such as electricity or lead). Rowan's ability manifests through body movements, which can range from something as subtle as clenching his palm into fists to swiping his arm in a particular direction. Generally, the stronger the force he wants to exhert, the more sudden and direct his movements should be.

Theoreticaly, the scale of his ability could range from the scale of grain-sized materials (allowing him reshape or easily move such objects) to those the size of a building (allowing him to twist or alter larger structures, possibly even pull them down one day), though how refined his control is has yet to reach its full potential as he lacks the training and experience of one with a complete understanding of their abilities.

And, as a side effect, his ability allows him to detect other magnetic influences which consequentially gives him a permanent sense of direction (like a compass) due to being able to subconsciously sense and interact with the earth's magnetosphere.

With some training and experience, Rowan's ability could eventually turn out to be very powerful, on par with those of NEST and RAVEN's greatest agents.

Rowan's ability can at most be extended past ten-fifteen metres and generally has a weaker pull the further from it his target materials are. Objects that move too fast are incredibly difficult for him to focus on, often forcing him to rely on indirectly influencing them instead (Like this). Likewise, reshaping large or dense materials can be rather difficult and taxing to perform and, again, size is a big deal - the bigger the object, the larger the field he must generate and the harder it is to manipulate as such.

Let's face it, Rowan's still a teen, barely approaching adulthood and at the moment he's still coming to grips with his ability. Due to this, he hasn't yet gained the finesse that an experienced user would. A side effect of being able to pick up on electromagnetic fields is that he's sensitive to strong electrical currents, which can be disorienting if he doesn't tune them out. Also, being placed in a faraday cage will definitely hinder the effectiveness of his abilities.

Overexhertion of his powers can cause him anything from migraines to losing consciousness, particularly when pushed to the limits of his ability - and staying nourished is an important note here.

And on a slightly funnier note, CCTV cameras do not particularly like being around him due to his propensity for unintentionally (well, maybe just a little on occasion) causing interference with the footage, a point which was among one of the many reasons why the academy utilises specialised equipment on its campus. That, and he also seems to give quite a few people static shock when making contact with them.

Tien Châu Cao
(高 珠 仙, Cao Châu Tien)

'Dominika Kasia Zielinski - Birthname
'Domi' - Nickname

Female

22

5'6"

113 lbs

From out of town

Brown

Honey brown

Vietnamese, Polish

While Tien's height may be nothing spectacular when in France, it makes her stick out a bit in Vietnam. Though she sticks out there anyway with her appearance being a combination of her heritage. Beyond the peculiar mix of looks she is actually quite pretty - something that she knows.

Tien's hair is kept long and is a deep brown in colour. It is mostly straight, with a slight wave to it. It curls at the ends. It nowhere near as perfectly straight as her mother's however it isn't particularly wavy either. It is often found tied up in a ponytail. Her face is slim and round. Her large eyes look somewhat odd within it; almond shaped, they are almost identical to those of her Vietnamese mother. The main difference is the slightly lighter colour. They look almost amber, a large difference from her mother's black-brown eyes. Her nose is not a spectacular width, but flat, and her lips are slightly fleshed out. Her skin is yellowish-brown in colour, with a slightly golden hue. It makes it obvious that she isn't 100% Caucasian but is not as dark as most from the South of Vietnam.

Where Tien once had a bit of weight to her from in wealth, a certain roundness from eating rich food, she is now skinny from a sudden change in appetite and lifestyle. Her slender appearance is misleading to how healthy her weight is - she is frail, and growing somewhat sickly because of it. However she is still an active person and doesn't make a big deal of any problems she has due to weight. She is somewhat curvy, average sized in both areas - she took more after the women on her father's side rather than inheriting the slightly boyish figure of her mother. Nonetheless it's nothing spectacular.

When relaxing Tien will wear jeans and a nice enough top. When out somewhere she will often be found in some kind of nice dress or skirt and top combination. Often this will be used to enhance what she, or her mother, believes are her best features. While most of her clothing is western some more traditional Vietnamese clothing has been added into the mix.

Outwardly Tien is an outgoing young woman. She is the life and soul of a party, managing to socialise with almost anyone. She acts friendly, though she isn't particularly. Along with this she is rather flirtatious - it's a habit that won't be easily broken after the last four years. She isn't particularly fussy with who she will go for in this regard and isn't exactly subtle. But hey, it's worked for her so far.

Tien can be quite loud in some circumstances and is a bit of a force of personality to work with. She likes to pretend to be strong willed and independent even if she really isn't. She can often come across as brash and self centred. She is slightly stuck up in some ways, she did grow up rich, but that has slowly changed over the past few years. Still this doesn't stop her from coming across as arrogant. She is more likely to isolate people when she talks to them for a long period of time than she is to become friends. However, she doesn't feel that she needs long term relationships with anyone.

Contrary to what her outward personality would show Tien is far from independent. She is still caught in the grasp of her demanding, and now somewhat out of it and insane, mother. She doesn't really do anything because she wants to - she does it as a rebellion against her mother or for her mother. It isn't something she can stop. After all her mother has controlled her all of her life. Still one day she would like to be free from it.

Tien is also a somewhat bitter person. She doesn't feel like she has much in life going for her, and she feels that this is unfair. When not trying to win someone's attentions or to get money from them she is sullen and often rude. Her people skills need a bit of work. She is a deeply flawed individual and she knows it. She isn't apologetic about it, however. No point making excuses. She is who she is, after all.

Acting / Deception: Though not in the traditional sense of being able to perform in a play or a tv show, Tien is decent at putting on a facade. She is especially good at pretending that she is friendly when she really doesn't want any friends. She can pretend to like someone, when she doesn't. There are many ways she acts to cover up what she's really like.

Seduction: While not an expert the last few years Tien has used her decent looks, along with other things, to get money from men (and women) in certain ways. As a result she has honed a talent to help with seducing people of either gender.

Dancing: Tien is actually a good dancer, the one hobby she enjoyed that her mother also approved of. She did ballet for eighteen years, and still remembers how to do it, along with tap dancing, jazz dancing and other sorts. She hoped to get a job dancing when she first moved to Vietnam but it didn't particularly work out.

Tien wants to leave her mother. She is torn between creating her own life and wanting to return to Poland to find her father again.

Tien's parents, Henryk and Mai, met when Henryk was in Vietnam for a few months on business trip. As a high up doctor and medical research he was helping in hospitals in the country. His relationship with Mai began early into his time here and was very physical in nature. She ended up pregnant due to this and so he brought her back home with him to Poland when he went back.

Here Tien was born, given the name Dominika at birth. Due to being very successful in his field Henryk had quite a bit of wealth and as a result Tien grew up in a rich household. She wanted for nothing in a materialistic way. However from the start things between her parents were strained. Mai, due to constant nightmares that began a few years into living in Poland, was in a constantly on edge state and rarely found in a good mood. This, added to Henryk's habit of overworking, meant that their relationship was always strained. So while Tien had all she wanted in a material sense home life wasn't always happy.

From a young age her mother was incredibly controlling. She couldn't do anything that her mother disapproved of. Her friends at school had to be screened by Mai before she was allowed to properly be friends with them. Her life was very strictly controlled, from her interests to the clothes she wore. She got through it, though, because her father managed to keep it to a small level. And at least her father loved her. She lived for the time spent with Henryk when he wasn't working.

Then, when she was ten, her younger brother unexpectedly came along. By the time she was twelve it was obvious who was her father's new favourite. Time spent with her father, and the strong bond that had helped her through her mother's attentions, began to break. Her mother only grew worse. She had never wanted a son, she said. She had only ever wanted another daughter - one to replace the one she'd had. It was here that Tien began to learn about Lihn, her older half sister.

She wasn't happy so she began to rebel in small ways. Wearing the skirts her mother wore her slightly shorter than they should be. She had her first, secret, relationship at thirteen. She kissed a girl at fourteen, something that would have shocked her mother (she didn't actually enjoy it that much - but that didn't matter). She had sex at fifteen. At sixteen, her power developed.

She didn't notice it at first - it wasn't exactly the most obvious. However soon she noticed that sometimes she would see glimpses of things when she touched people. She didn't realise it was memories until she saw it from her mother. Slowly she developed the power, discovering other aspects and getting better with it. She used it to her advantage a lot.

When she was eighteen her mother and father's relationship finally broke. Her mother, deciding there was nothing more for her in Poland, forced Tien to relocate with her back to Vietnam - Ho Chi Minh City to be exact. Her mother managed to find a place for them to stay, for a reasonable price. From there it was up to Tien to make money for the two of them. Her mother essentially made her choose a new, Vietnamese name - though it was her own choice of what she would go by. So she went from Domi to Tien. The past four years the two of them have just been getting by with Tien making money in whatever way she can, while her powers develop more.

Mai Cao (Phan) - Mother
Henryk Zielinski - Father
Marcin Zielinski - Younger Brother

Lihn Phan - Half-sister

| Neutral | Half-sister | "Mother doesn't seem to like her. But then again, when do I ever trust anything she says?" |

Cerebral (Domination)

Tien is limited by whether she knows a memory or not. While she can read memories she must maintain an incredible concentration to do this, and then keep this concentration to change it at all.

She is also limited in that she must either know the person very well (as in the case with her family) or be able to see them to read/change their memories.

It is rare that she can change or access older memories or those that are over a year old. The more fresh the memory the easier it is to access it.

Sometimes people realise that something is wrong and that their memories have been changed. This is most often meta-humans in the Cerebral class or intelligent people.

Tien suffers an equal, but temporary, memory loss to any memory manipulation that she has done. If she slightly changes someone's memory she will forgot small details from recent memories. This scales as the memory changes she makes do. She tries to keep this drawback secret. Along with this she just, in general, has a worse long term memory. She finds it incredibly difficult to remember any of her life from years ago (any memories are fuzzy and constantly changing).

After a certain amount of memory manipulation Tien get's intense migraines. These often become ocular migraines which means she loses her eyesight and is pretty much helpless.

She needs to concentrate very hard to change memories meaning that she must ignore everything else around her (and as a result will not notice anything that might happen to her). This is especially the case when reading memories.

If someone has a particularly bad memory it is most likely to stick with her, particularly in dreams. This leads to temporary insomnia.

Asuma Obokata

Sparkles (much to his bemusement)

Male

22

A tiny bit under 6ft.

Around 85kg

Starrybank, White Coast.

Black

Light green, with flecks of brown.

Japanese-American

Asuma stands at just under six-foot-tall and is of a reasonable lanky build. His muscles are toned but not overly large as a result of mostly stamina based training; his gym instructor says he has a ‘triathletes body’. Whilst his Japanese heritage is still distinct in his looks, his father’s semi-western genes have clearly had some impact, as he has a wider squarer jaw and paler skin like his father. His eyes, which he clearly got from his mother, always look sincere due to the way his eyebrows are naturally shaped. His black hair is always kept relatively short and is spiked up (or rather roughed up) at the top. Just below his hairline he wears his red and white paisley bandana which, along with the scar that stretches from his right cheek bone to the bottom right corner of his jaw, makes him easy to recognise. He tends to also sport a short neat beard, more as a result of his laziness than any fashion sense.

The first thing most notice about Asuma is the headband he permanently wears. Its design is nothing particularly unique, it’s just a simple red and white paisley pattern. However, it has a lot of sentimental value to Asuma and so even if he has to take it off he’ll usually keep it on him or close by. Other than that you’re likely to find him wearing fairly loose fitting light clothing during the day, such as linen or silk shirts and shorts. This is because he’s still climatised to the artic weather from his time at Academy 218. In the evenings or when the weather gets colder, he’s likely to switch his shorts for a pair of jeans and add a jacket to the mix.

The first thing that most tend to notice about Asuma (after the headband) is how laid back he is. He’s the kind of person who doesn’t seem to put an awful lot of energy into anything he does on a normal day-to-day basis, especially where serving coffee is concerned. This often makes him appear bored, and again this is especially true where serving coffee is concerned. Whilst he can get pretty annoyed, he does his best to keep a calm exterior. This is perhaps more as a result of his training and is wish to keep his abilities in check than anything else. As both the kind of person who doesn’t like to be in the spotlight, and someone who’s very curious, he’s far more likely to sit back and listen than he is to talk. When he does talk he’s more likely to be asking questions than giving answers, though certainly not in a particularly assertive way.

Despite this, Asuma can be quite a motivated and serious individual, particularly when it comes to protecting others. With a strong sense of morals and ethics, he’s unwilling to stand by at watch when injustices occur, however small they may be. On more than a few occasions he’s called people out on their bs when they’ve been prejudice and displayed phobias of various types. As someone who wants to join RAVEN, he’s always looking for a chance to prove himself a hero – perhaps more to convince himself he’s capable rather than trying to convince anyone else.

Swimming; working out; practising Wing Chun; clubbing; bowling.

Wants to join RAVEN and stopped events like Verthaven from ever happening again.

In short, Asuma Obokata was born and raised in New York. He was sent to Academy 218 when he was eight, where he stayed until he was twenty. During this time he fell in love with a girl called Maria, who unfortunately was blinded by Asuma during a drug fuelled accident. Maria, unable to continue her studies, moved back to Verthaven where she was a victim in the disaster. Since then Asuma has had the goal of joining NEST (now RAVEN), but has been rejected entry on two occasions. He has spent the last two years living in Baybridge, working in a coffee shop.

Elemental

Light Generation
Asuma is able to generate light from his body. Whilst he can theoretically shine light from any part of his body (no comment) he finds it much easier to focus energy through his hands. He is able to generate light of varying intensity and colour, depending on what the situation calls for. From acting as a human glow-torch in a dark-lit area, to pulsing intense light to blind his foes, there are a surprisingly wide range of applications. Using light in a more intense and/or focussed way tend to take more energy. For example, Asuma is able to focus intense infrared light in order to essentially cook his opponents, but this takes a massive amount of energy and will tire him out incredibly quickly.

Light Absorption
The amount of energy required to generate light is relatively high, and it’s only because Asuma is able to absorb light energy that he can use his powers. Otherwise he’d probably have to stuff down a silly amount of energy bars in order to function. However, this means that his abilities are kind-of a catch 22, as the more light he’s exposed to, the more energy he will have. But the more light he’s exposed to, the less effective his powers are.

Laser Cutter
Perhaps the most interesting and advanced application of his ability that he’s been able to use so far. By focusing a vast amount of light energy into a very small area he is able to make a tiny laser about an inch in length, which is able to cut through multiple materials including steel. The amount of energy and focus required means that at current, this application isn’t fit for combat at all. There’d be nothing stopping him from using it to break through a lock or something though.

Extreme Optic Conditioning
His eyes seem to have a natural ability to adjust to extreme light conditions, otherwise he would have gone blind years ago.

As previously mentioned, his powers can take a lot of energy and focus depending on how he wishes to apply them. And whilst he can absorb light energy, his powers are less effective when more light is present. For example his pulsating flashes are great at blinding opponents in dark areas, but out in the open in the middle of a sunny day? Not so much, not without using more intensity anyway. The light energy isn't something he can store ridiculous amounts of either, as if he takes in too much his body is unable to handle it and can potentially go into shock. He also is unable to bend light, so get yourself a parasol or some decent shades and you should be alright.

Indiscriminate Damage
Whilst he can focus his light to a certain degree, it’s effects can often be fairly indiscriminate. On more than a couple of occasions he has temporarily blinded friends, family and colleagues; on one tragic occasion he even permanently blinded his girlfriend.

Radiation Burn
Although Asuma seems to have a much higher tolerance to light radiation than most individuals, in great part because his ability to absorb it, he is certainly not immune to it. The more light energy he expels, particularly when focused in particular ways (e.g. when he uses his laser cutter), the more susceptible he is to the damage. Though he's never had any serious burns so far, that could be attributed to the fact that he's never been in a serious position where he's had to push himself. It should also be noted that whilst he's got a high resistance to light radiation, he's not got any particular resistance to standard heat radiation - so feel free to set him on fire.

Rhea Harlow [pronounced: ray-ah]

Aegis

Female

24

5’6 ft.

132 lbs.

Old Raygate

Dark auburn

Gray-blue

Caucasian

Rhea has easy-maintenance hair. A mop crop, messy with many layers and tapered to end at the jaw-line. It’s parted to the side with light bangs curling across the forehead. Her face is symmetrical and smooth with high cheekbones and bright, curious eyes. She deceivingly appears to be around 18 years old, given her youthful look. Not a single scar or wrinkle can be seen on her skin. Sure, she has a few freckles here and there, but she is mainly blemish-free. Her build has the look of someone who runs quite a bit. Her muscles are moderately defined (as in she has the muscle to do small bicep flexes). Her frame is slender and hardly an hour-glass. There's no extra fat anywhere on her body, which has caused Rhea to consider drowning in ice cream to gain some weighty breasts.

Since Rhea doesn't have her own shower, her hair is typically hidden under a dark gray ballcap with gold accents. She wears dark-coloured, breathable track clothes with running shoes. It's more of a decoration piece, but Rhea does have a neck scarf on her in the off-chance she needs extra anonymity. Scuffed, leather fingerless gloves protect her hands from grabbing sharp concrete. A shoulder bag slung across her chest holds many batteries, a baton and a cell phone.

On lazy days to herself, Rhea loves wearing sweatpants and tank tops under loose, lacy sweaters. The sweaters need washing after one wear, so Rhea finds herself at the coin laundromat frequently.

Calm, civilised, and good-natured. Rhea prefers to keep most of her dealings brief and to the point. She isn't one for small-talk, but enjoys sharing conspiracies. Due to her line of work, Rhea has limited the amount of people in her life. This has caused her to be somewhat attention-starved, but she's had the time to reflect and refine herself in the solitude.

Sitting down at a cafe for a coffee isn't Rhea's style; she becomes easily bored. It would be far more in her interest to peruse places she’s not allowed to be. Not that she would intentionally break or steal anything, but she’s curious about the going-ons. It baffles her how many loose mouths are out there to eavesdrop on.

Rhea will use whatever means she can to remove herself from a fight when it’s just her in trouble, as her Empowerment makes for a damn good chase. Her powers are non-violent, and so too are her preferences. Having said that, it’s against her nature to leave someone in danger, or turn a blind eye to suffering, and so in these instances, she will fight something fierce.

Rhea is brave. She has fear for certain things but knows how to overcome it and keep moving. She does not allow evil or darkness to scare her. Despite her courage, Rhea is also cautious. Stealth is her preferred means of going about intense situations, and she tests the water with her foot before jumping in.

Having spent some time alone, Rhea prides herself in being a thinker. She considers the global events going on around her, reads up on breakthroughs in technology, and studies space. Surface topics like celebrities, who-said-what, or latest trends exhaust her. This contributes to her being easily bored.

Rhea is charitable and soft-hearted. She gives change to beggars and sneaks into hospitals with the express intent of healing a few patients. There is so much hate and suffering, however, that Rhea simply does what she can then disconnects from it all in her safe house.

Born with a strong curiosity, Rhea has the passion for knowledge. This curiosity, more often than not, gets her in trouble as it puts her in places she shouldn’t be. Rhea is also stubborn and does not easily change her mind once it’s been set.

Having spent 2 and a half years learning at a training centre, Rhea completed the basic and intermediate courses in parkour and self-defense. She mastered a moderate level of discipline on her body movement, becoming a confident tracuer. As opposed to hand-to-hand, Rhea honestly prefers the edge a collapsible baton offers and took extra classes on it.

Healing comes naturally to her as she’s honed the ability her entire life. Rhea knows how to tackle most trouble areas and has great pride in what she can fix.

As more of a side-project, Rhea littered a patch of dirt by her safe house with peat moss and seeds. She quickly discovered her green thumb and quite enjoys digging her hands in the dirt. It’s a jungle of a garden, and Rhea barely touched it with her powers.

Playing lots of Hide and Go Seek as a child had its uses, and grew into a knack for spooking people from behind. Rhea knows how to move with the least amount of sound and in a quick fashion. Her being sneaky is a skill that’s frequently used.

Rhea wishes to see long-standing peace, equality and prosperity around her. Eventually, when there is less demand for package running, Rhea will open her own healing clinic (however, she's worried she may tire of it.)

"We want nothing to do with you. Go live your life elsewhere." Were the last words exchanged between Rhea and her parents.

After years of hiding her White Lightning, she was discovered. Her family, being without powers and rather anti-metahuman, called someone immediately to take Rhea away to Academy 218. Hurt and confused, Rhea did poorly in her grades for the first couple years. She was often found sneaking into the restricted areas after hours, or outside academy grounds.

In her third year, she befriended a junior named Aislin Rose. The two became inseparable quickly, spending their time after class together. Rhea learned Aislin's philosophy of 'letting that shit go', and discovered the benefits of thinking for herself. This created a positive change in her life, and by the time she graduated Academy 218, Rhea turned her grades around.

A small company approached Rhea a month after her graduation, offering a means of employment with her particular skill set. They alluded that the business was rather risky, but she would be very well paid. Intrigued, Rhea spent two-ish more years learning at a training facility near the coast, gaining skills in parkour and self-defense.

When Rhea finally discovered she would be a courier for illegal and highly sensitive goods, she was livid. If someone had told her up front what the deal was, she'd have never gone for it. The company made a compromise with her: she wouldn’t run for the truly corrupt clients, and they created a 'safe list’ just for her.

Sure, it put a dent in how much money she made at the end of the month, but Rhea was soon thrilled with her job. Running on rooftops, blending into crowds, and learning the secret door knock - there was never a dull moment. Rhea ran packages for almost all the big, semi-okay organisations (like White Spider, Allegiance, RAVEN and DOVE.)

Her company relocated her to Baybridge three months ago, but Rhea has quickly become familiar with the city layout. She currently lives at a safe house in Old Raygate, an abandoned train container near a power plant. It’s outfitted by her company to look like nothing on the outside but have the comforts of home on the inside.

[Will fill in once Rhea has made friends/enemies]

Elemental

White Lightning Manipulation

The light properties of electricity can be harnessed by Rhea to enhance, heal, and increase vitality in herself and others. She needs to be in close proximity (10 ft), to interact with and sense electrical fields. Using say, batteries as an external source, Rhea can sap power from them without physical contact (one typically lasts 18-32 hours). Black manipulation or powers of a natural darkness can be tangibly harmed with White, and vis versa.

Lightning can only be thrown in a straight line. Individuals with severe enough wounds may still die as they’re being treated. Cannot bring people back from the dead. Requires outside sources for electrical empowerment as the body’s electrical current can’t sustain the power needed for longer than a few minutes.

Rhea can’t hurt a single thing. Her power doesn’t have the ability to burn or cause harm. At most, it causes tingles and minor shocks, maybe a lack of feeling in the skin.

Without an external source, Rhea has to use her own electricity and that can be very taxing. It’s the quickest way to become fatigued. Minor cuts and scrapes are no problem, but after repairing a severe injury Rhea would feel light-headed and sluggish. She can only maintain an electrical current with one person at a time.

Her shoulder strap bag is the same item used to transport illegal packages.

Charlie Adam Peterson

Ghost
Cap

Male

18

6 ft 0 in

185 lbs

Academy 61

Brown

Blue

Caucasian

Dreamy blue eyes pierce through a typically despondent face. Always pre-occupied with something elsewhere, the gears in his head constantly churning. A searching look always painted on his face that wanders from avenue to avenue. A crooked nose that has been broken and reset one too many times. That is complemented by a rather soft jaw with a round chin. His cheek bones sit high on his face and they display his cheeks with a soft glow. Charlie's hair is put into messy spikes getting neater has it goes back. His large hands a bit too big for their wrists, but don't undermine the muscle in his arms. Throughout Charlie you can see muscle though not vascular it is present in a way that doesn't bring too much attention but attention well enough.

Typically in a long sleeve shirt rolled up to his elbows, khaki pants or shorts and tennis shoes there is nothing much to his style. Simple yet his own.

Friendly and outgoing Charlie likes to try new things. He likes to get along with everyone regardless of their background. While he only maintains typically a couple of close friends at a time he considers all who don't do wrong by him to be his friend. Though he constantly is making up excuses for why he is too busy to go out or for being late he tries to keep trustworthy. He is just a chronic procrastinator that enjoys being alone more than he likes to admit. It seems like when he's alone he forces himself to go out against his own will. He feels practicing his hobbies or working out by himself is selfish and that he should share the experience with others.

Throughout his life his honesty has gotten him into more trouble than it has gotten him out of. Charlie is actually quite a good liar, however he always feels disgusted with himself after. In this inner-quest for a seemingly pure life he wants to be a rolemodel. He wants to be that leader, a superman, a knight in shining armor. However even striving for that impossible goal is more difficult than he had anticipated. It ends up angering more people than pleasing, typically because he over-commits himself.

Trying to make everyone happy, makes nobody happy and this is a lesson Charlie learned the hard way. After the death of his remaining extended family this over-committing problem grew worse. Charlie constantly was looking for more acceptance, he felt personally responsible for what happened to his family and wanted to feel apart of something again. Typically finishing a day exhausted he rarely has time for his hobbies and this vicious cycle repeats until he breaks. About once a month he loses himself and goes on a drug binge and gets involved with the crowd of people he swore he wouldn't be associated with again.

Does card tricks for fun, though the art of Magic died long ago, Charlie enjoys it. It makes him feel like the smartest one in the room and bring attention to him. Plus he gets the attention by doing something he enjoys, the entertainment for others is just a bonus.

Kung-Fu movies have always been a passion of Charlie's mostly old ones such as Ong-Bok. One he always returns to is Rush Hour something about the comedy and martial arts combo really gets to him. Old action stars were the reason he started martial-arts at a young age. He always wanted to be that action hero kicking bad guys around.

Working out isn't really a hobby of Charlie's but he finds it necessary to achieve the things he wants to. He likes the exhausted soreness he feels after but hates the sweaty, smelly process of actually completing physical activity.

10 years of martial arts training Wing-Chun to be exact.

Sleight of Hand, He Plays the Guitar, and is a Talented debater

Prevent others from experiencing the same pain he did/does in any way he can

Growing up in a small poor family Charlie was an only child and thus he found solace in solitary. It allowed him to take on many hobbies, from music to martial arts. He was pushed by his parents to try as many things as possible, this developed many good and bad habits that shaped his life.

His mother especially pushed him to branch out. Charlie never knew his mother's side of the family and for a good reason, they are apart of were major crime syndicate in stadium city. Which has now disbanded, however they remain a rather large gang that goes by the name of "The Brotherhood".

At a young age Charlie was diagnosed with ADD and ADHD and his parents began pushing him to more focused based activities. So he picked up the hobbies he currently practices today and continues to thrive at them. At this time Charlie's parents were terrified of this, due to the fact that Macgregor's syndrome is carried through his genes. Macgregor's syndrome was typically late onset in his family and jitters/ trouble focusing were a symptom. Later it was realized these symptoms that were diagnosed as ADD and ADHD were actually just a side-effect of his powers. Thankfully Charlie didn't suffer the same fate a vast majority of his paternal side did. His father, grandmother, and Charlie being the only ones without it active (or present in Charlie's case) in their genes. His powers were discovered soon after he was diagnosed with ADD and ADHD. Charlie and his father were at an archery contest and Charlie finding the set up to the event rather boring took a nap, the only way he could sleep was with a blindfold and earphones on due to his condition. However when Charlie's father went to wake him, he was startled and fell out of his seat onto the range just as an arrow was being fired. The blinded and deafened Charlie then turned and caught the arrow out of the air before it hit him.

Charlie wasn't actually enrolled at academy 61 until recently. Charlie was enrolled at academy 45, which is considered to be a farm for degenerates and future criminals. It was discovered that tuition money and a plane ticket were to be his 18th birthday gift. Though rather late to enroll it took 4 years for his parents to raise the money to allow him to go to a better academy.

Known to Charlie:
Father: Daniel Peterson
Mother: Rebecca Peterson
The rest of his paternal family is deceased.
Unknown to Charlie (Maternal side & Members of The Brotherhood):
Uncles: Damien Finch, Robert Finch
Aunts: Delilah Finch
Grandmother: Calista Finch
Grandfather: Tyler Finch
Cousins: Cole Finch, Patick Finch, and Skyla Finch

TBD

Cerebral

Precognition

Charlie's precognition works a little differently than others. While most Cerebral class meta-humans can actually see into the future, Charlie cannot. He can only sense something is to come. While he doesn't know specifics besides danger vs safe and what direction something is coming from. This precognitive blindness hinders his power but allows him to be more sensitive to events to come. So as a sixth sense Charlie experiences influxes in the specificity of his power. In the case of him catching the arrow, the ability at which he was able to predict the arrow's position and speed was only possible because he couldn't see or hear. Allowing his sixth sense to focus in on that event specifically. Meaning the fewer senses Charlie has available to him the stronger his sixth sense becomes. He would never be able to catch an arrow in the crowd of a concert for example. He would merely be able to know something dangerous was coming from the right and would be close to him.

However the years of martial arts and focused based training independently and at the academy does allow Charlie to hone his abilities if he really concentrates. It just requires time for him to tune out his surroundings. In a one on one fight he is able to predict the moves of his opponent very well, if he is being attacked by various assailants he would most likely only know who the next attack was coming from.

Only the immediate future.

He's very flinchy, needs to remained focused in order use his ability accurately. Any disorientation, or overload on any of his senses (ex:strobe lights, smelly trash, loud music, extremely bad taste in his mouth, he's covered in mud) weakens his power greatly, and requires more focus to counteract. Even when attempting to sleep at night the room must be silent and dead quiet. He needs to remove as many senses as possible from the equation in order to rest.

In short, OTHER SOUNDS AND SENSES INTERFERE WITH HIS PRECOGNITION ABILITY.

Niklas Amundsson

Inspector Niklas (title)
Nicky (nickname used almost exclusively by his family)

Male

41

6ft6

115kg

Depends where he gets his hotel.

Black

A very dark dull brown.

White Icelandic and Black Caribbean (mixed race)

Built like a brick shithouse. Niklas stands at an impressive 6ft5 and weighs a tremendous 115kg. Whilst he has a small belly growing, most of his weight can be attributed to muscle and his sheer natural size. A weightlifter in his younger days, Niklas still has a rather muscular body but not to anywhere near the standard that it used to be. His light brown skin, although wrinkled in some places, is of a healthy complexion and has few scars or blemishes. His facial features are mostly roundish and would make him look more friendly (despite his size) were it not for his thick eyebrows that make him look like he’s forever in a serious mood; although to be fair that’s not far from the truth. He keeps keep shaven, taking a razor to his face every morning. His dark ebony hair is also kept short as he continues to sport a crew cut, with short sides and a slightly longer length on top. He does not style his hair, instead leaving it in its natural afro-textured state.

Niklas will almost always be seen in a three-piece suit, although the presence of a jacket and/or waistcoat will depend on the temperature. He might wear a lab coat or protective clothing whilst carrying out inspections, depending on the facility. When it’s sunny he’ll whack out his aviators.

If those that knew Niklas had to describe him in one word, they’d probably say ’determined’. Niklas is the kind of individual who is defined by his job, as he certainly shapes his life around his career and the work he does. Working as an Inspector, taking on extremely rich companies, he has to be fierce and unrelenting in his pursuit of knowledge and truth. He often comes off as quite a serious individual, although he may be caught cracking the odd smile or joke here and there. Despite what people might think when they first meet him, Niklas is a truly kind and moral individual, and all he does he does in the name of protecting others.

Niklas likes competitive shooting, although he rarely participates anymore. Similarly, he used to be into bodybuilding in his younger days but has long since given this up. In what little spare time he gets he likes to go jogging and will generally participate in tranquil activities (e.g. walks on the beach, reading, or the odd day at a spa).

Niklas is very passionate about his job, and it is what currently motivates him. He wishes to pursue TIMRA’s mission of ensuring that Human Rights Laws and International Conventions are abided by. He just wants to protect people.

Niklas was born in Iceland and was the only son of Amund Einarsson and Fayola Ikedai. Amund was an Iceland-born marine geologist. Fayola was a Nigerian-born literature and poetry teacher who had spent most of her life in England before moving to Iceland. Niklas had a very uneventful but happy life growing up, often getting good grades and developing in a very healthy way. When he turned eighteen he decided to move to Britain so he could attend Cambridge University and study Human, Social, and Political Sciences. His focuses in his third year was on International Conflicts and Human Rights, and he managed to get his dissertation published.

Following graduation, Niklas turned down the opportunity to study further and went back to Iceland where he joined the National Police; having learned a fair bit about human rights he decided that he wanted to pursue a career where he could naturally protect the rights of others. After a few years climbing the ladder Niklas eventually joined the Víkingasveitin, the country’s elite counter-terrorism unit. He spent just under a decade in this role and whilst he saw relatively little conflict (compared to other country’s parallels), he certainly experienced some horrific events involving dangerous meta-humans.

For the last five years however, Niklas has been working as an Inspector for The International Metahuman Research Agency (TIMRA). TIMRA is a multinational agency which answers directly to the United Nations and it’s security council. TIMRA investigates research and medical facilities world-wide to ensure that any research regarding metahumans upholds human rights laws and international conventions. He has been instrumental in the ending of a few organisations that have conducted research for the purpose of weaponising metahumans and/or developing weapons from researching them. TIMRA is a fairly new organisation and was modelled off similar agencies like INTERPOL and The International Atomic Energy Agency.

At current, Niklas is in America trying to conduct inspections on a number of facilities. However the large companies that own these have been persistently managing to block or restrict his access thanks to bribes and government ties.

Fayola Ikedai (mother)
Amund Einarsson (father)

Niklas does not have any powers at current.

Samantha Cole

Upgrade

Female

17

5' 7"

115 lbs

Courtbridge

Black

Blue

Caucasian

Sam is slender, light on her feet, and built to favor speed over strength. Her posture and body language typically suggest submission, but those who know her well enough will recognize that as an act. The simple fact is that keeping your head down means fewer cameras catching a direct look at your face. As far as posture goes...if she can use body language to satisfy the egos of others, that just means fewer confrontations.

Her movements are methodical and precise, whether out of a need for careful attention during her tinkering or just being comfortable with economy of motion. There isn't a lot of fidgeting or wasted energy. The one thing she does move constantly is her eyes.

Whatever else can be said about her, Sam is always watching. She knows where the exits are, she knows how the people are moving around her, and she can probably spot the best places to stash something quickly. Sometimes it helps to be observant.

Her hair is often kept under her hood, but when it is visible, it is obvious she cuts it herself. There's no thought toward style or fashion, whatsoever. It's as if she only cuts it to get it out of her way.

Black tee or sports bra, black hoodie, black cargo pants, black steel-toe work boots. Never leaves home without her messenger bag full of goodies.

Her "style", if you want to call it that, really has no bearing at all on what's fashionable. She is interested in function alone. The choice of color is simple: It's more difficult to catch somebody at night when they wear dark colors. Plus, it was free; people really should watch their laundry more closely.

Much of her clothing is therefore in varying states of wear, and almost every garment has been modified in some way for concealment options. Where one might expect to find a weapon, however, one would instead find a soldering iron, a few lengths of wire, some clippers, maybe a battery or two...

Additionally, Sam appears to have a special hatred of beauty products. Not only does she refuse to wear cosmetics, but she often mocks those who do. Her appearance has no bearing on her talents as a tinkerer, therefore it is not considered an asset.

Gruff, snarky, tactless, with just a hint of scorn. If it does not directly relate to computers or machines, she quickly loses interest. Misanthropic, bordering on hateful.

Sam's particular social situation is only partly due to her ability, owing the rest to her being treated like damaged goods by her parents. She learned at an early age that all humans are disposable, and has taken it to heart in recent years. You can almost see it in her eyes; the fact that she does not consider people to be people, but...more like walking resources. Unpredictable, uncooperative, inefficient walking resources.

In terms of mannerisms, Sam may seem unkempt and chaotic to others, but her workspace is her safe place. Sane, logical, coordinated, even in its perpetual state of organized chaos. Moving just one circuit board will set her off on an hour rant about how nothing is sacred anymore.

Electronics, physical sciences, computer programming, general machining, robotics.

Infiltration/anti-security, invention, scrounging, eye for detail.

"I don't really plan that far ahead. Right now, the only thing I want to motivate is you, out of my shop, so I can get this done. Shoo."

From an early age, Sam showed signs of brilliant intellect. She would often dis-assemble random devices in an effort to determine how they worked. Unfortunately, this led her parents to question her social development, ultimately causing them to ship her off to a behavioral health center in a larger city. Sam has since escaped that facility and has been using her gifts to survive on the street. You can be paid quite handsomely for jailbreaking an iPhone.

Mother (Attourney), father (Head of Marketing, Pharmatech Chemical), no other available data.

None, yet.

Cerebral

Technomind

A Technomind, also known as a Technocrat, is a person endowed with an instinctual knowledge of technology. The exact function of this ability is theorized to be a form of psionic echolocation; specifically that a resonant telepathic pulse reflects differently from different components, making a complete map of any device possible in an instant. Combined with an instinct for form and function, this ability allows its user to instantly identify the purpose of any given device, as well as diagnose any potential problems or damage and formulate a repair strategy. It is simultaneously an ability to decipher technological components as well as an innate, natural knowledge of technological structures. It is not so much an inherent knowledge of existing technology as much as an instinct for the principles behind it.

The ability may be used at range, but with added difficulty. Direct physical contact is the most reliable method for use. There may be other related abilities, such as remote reading of computer files, but none are yet present in Sam's case. In general, the ability represents an understanding of a given device, but it may grow to involve control over those devices as well. Such control would theoretically be achieved by supplying resonant psionic pulses to induce electronic current in a given device. Note that this will not work for anything purely mechanical; the devices must be controlled by way of electricity.

This ability causes such stresses on the brain that information gathered this way is permanently burned into her memory. As a side effect, sometimes other information (sounds, smells, simple facts, faces) can also be retained with perfect clarity. This eidetic memory cannot be used intentionally, and seems to be totally random.

Early indications are that the ability requires physical contact as a trigger, but this limitation may be mitigated with practice.

When triggered, the ability overloads her conscious mind with information, causing her to "bluescreen" and lose consciousness. The effect varies in intensity according to the complexity of the device. Again, this weakness may diminish with experience, but will never be completely eliminated.

As a direct result of her power, Sam has an inherent attention to detail which stems from eidetic memory. This memory capacity normally relates only to the technology she maps, but can involve other pertinent data as well. Unfortunately, as it is not a talent she consciously uses, which facts are retained are completely beyond her control; seemingly random in nature.

Samina Malbari

Agent Malbari, ”Scottie”

Female

29

5'5"

108

From out of town, but owns an estate in Lower South Royer Town

Dark Brown

Brown

Indo-European

Samina Malbari’s 5'5" and weighs about 109 lbs. She’s a petite young Kurdish woman with long and curly dark brown hair down to the middle of her back. Samina’s skin is a permanent tan and she has a lean and athletic body. Her breast are 36C cup size and her hips slightly prominent. She has a normal heart-shaped face with modest features such as thin lips and aquiline nose (Although one could easily say that her eyes draw attention).

Samina's body has few scars scattered throughout. In particular, the most perceptible is a claw shaped in her left shoulder and a wolf bite in her left thigh.

Regardless of the occasion Samina Malbari is always seen wearing business suit—and frequently preening herself for just the right amount of bounce in her hair or glow in her face. She loves dark colors and her clothing selection consists of suits, trousers, sheath dresses, skirts, and others. She masks her height with heels, a collection which she’s proud and Samina’ll always use a pink Rolex watch.

As a SCAR agent, her standard weapons of choice are SCAR-L and, as sidearm, a USP Tactical. In missions she usually wears a tactical vest under her shirt and very rarely she'll wear SCAR standard uniform—all black tactical gear.

At home she is extremely casual.

Salmina “Scottie” Malbari’s a sophisticated and yet cynical woman—a lovable creature with a charming, suave attitude and a disarming sense of humor. She is extremely polite, constantly acting with a sense of professionalism and etiquette—almost like she’s taunting people around. Scottie tends to be uncommitted to any cause and she prefers to stay in the sidelines—after all, its only business. And when it comes to business she’s trustworthy (this does not prevent her from “omitting” important matters).

Outside her job she is usually quiet and aloof, someone who does not enjoy or encourage what passes for polite conversations and finds the speed at which normal people interact almost unbearable. Like sitting in freeway traffic. So she tries to limit her social interactions with others as much as possible. In fact, it's almost like Scottie has an empty box in her mind, a sort of place she goes when she wants to disconnect from the world—which makes most people interpret her behavior as disdain (or mostly yell at her for attention). And this only reinforces her feelings of isolation and her perception of herself as an outspoken person.

Samina’s greatest fear is her power. The possibility of losing her mind and transforming into an animal, that the purpose is only behaving instinctively haunts her.

Samina Malbari grew up in the middle of the turbulent conflict between Syria and the terrorist and religious sect, Nur al-Allah. She is the eldest among five siblings, childrens of local farmers who kept far enough conflict with Turkey, but everything changed in 2010—when the Nur raids had become more frequent and a resistance war began to be fought.

In that same year, she was gifted her first Avtomat Kalashnikova, 1947 model, to maintain her family safety while her parents were out herding goats. Samina matured quickly in that period—the fear of having a loaded gun in her hands and the constant Islamist threat tends to do that. At fifteen she had became an adult in the body of a young woman.

At seventeen Samina joined the Women's Protection Units as designated marksman role. During a conflict in a Syrian village, the stress in Samina's mind was so high it triggered her “hidden” meta-human ability.

She spent three years in the hellhound form—hunting animals and humans for survival, until she was rescued by SCAR forces and a good deal of suppressant gas. They welcomed her and offered a position as a soldier, she reiceved training on how to control the ability and then more military training, destined to educate her in tactical and personnel talents—quickly moving up in the organization’s hierarchy.

When the drastic change took place inside SCAR, shuffling and breaking the hierarchy of the organization, Samina was chosen as one of the Agents responsible for representing the SCAR's efforts out there. Then, under the command of one of the few Inner Circle's members, her division was sent to stop Black Hound’s actions and to prevent other allied political forces of dying.

Patune Ratnagar— mother
Yari Malbari — father
Sahel Malbari — brother
Arusa Malbari — sister
Hooshyar Malbari — brother

Super-System—Bestial

—Hellhound Physiology
Samina Malbari is able to shift into a hellhound-like bestial form. Just like in folklore, her beast form resembles a black wolf, mangled black fur, glowing red eyes and strength. The creature is 33 inches (85 cm) tall at the shoulder and immune to fire—its tissues won't be damaged by fire or high temperature.

Samina's senses, agility and strenght in hellhound transformation are on par with adult wolf’s.

The longer she remains in hellhound form, the less human she becomes. Her transformation is connected with her subconscious and when hurt or angered to an extreme (or any mental outbreak), she loses control and the hellhound overcomes her.

Abe; Golem; Cassowary

Male

28

6'4"

203 lbs.

Foreign to Baybridge.

Black

Amber

African-American and Caucasion mix

Abraham is imposing, brutish; he stands a few inches above six feet, with an athletically fit body from years of working out. He's muscular everywhere you look, and is surmounted by broad shoulders. He is a man who seemingly carries himself with such esteem you would think that nothing could touch him. As an African-American mix, his skin is a brown soil color, and is far enough into his years to not worry about acne, and his complexion is good, for he has no natural blemishes but the scars and scrapes from his rough and tumble life. Among his collection includes a bright, whitened stripe across his thumb - and if you hadn't known better, you would've thought it was cut off at some point or another. Others include scrapes and burn scars all over his hands and a couple on his arms and legs, which appear to be nothing more than rough housing mementos. A notable one, however, is one that stretches across the right side of his abdomen over to his left. That one he laughs about and claims it had occurred during a knife fight.

The structure of his face is mostly angular, but as we go down towards his lower face, his jaw squares off the bottom of his head. He has thick eyebrows and lashes which frames intense amber eyes, and his black hair is dreaded all the way down to an inch below his shoulder blades. His hair, though, is most of the time held back in a loose ponytail gently tied back by two other dreadlocks. Otherwise, his hair would've been left to frame his oval face and drape over his shoulders. It is safe to say he has been blessed with good genes. He walks and talks with such charming demeanor, holding himself in such a way that exudes confidence and invokes envy, and he knows it! So predictably, he likes to utilize that to his advantage as a reliable asset. He has a strong, projecting voice that bears a slight Boston accent.

There isn't any one particular outfit that he leans to - he has many of them. The style may change from a punk vibe, to relaxed, sometimes classy, sporty, whatever. He generally has a jacket though, usually a denim jacket or a leather one, or a black pea coat if he's feeling particularly chilly that day - though he typically avoids wearing shirts with long sleeves. He usually avoids shorts. What kind of jeans or pants doesn’t really matter to him, but he tends to shoot for jeans that are baggy around legs but tends to tighten around his waist, providing comfort and a secure fit. His shoes are boots, almost always boots. Though it may change according to the situation - sports often call for sneakers, and a fancy outing requires more refined dress shoes. These he has, which were custom made for his feet. But mostly, Abraham goes for clothing that is relaxed and easy to move in – it is worth noting that, having come from a wealthy family, he is more accustomed to a costly wardrobe. V neck shirts are a common occurrence in his wardrobe, shirts without sleeves are too. A fabric belt is always seen around his waist, and he never seems to wear gloves, as he prefers to work with his hands... directly.

If he's on the job, well... he's got an outfit custom made for that. Let's just say it's a matching set, black, sleeveless, flexible and very tough. It was actually based off the 218 suits that students wear in practice or in the arena. Except geared to be more utilitarian.

Outwardly, Abraham is charming, forward, and proud. A peculiar mixture of relaxed and energetic are what makes up his disposition. He's talkative in the right crowd and has very many stories to share regarding his hijinks, adventures, and mishappens he has experienced throughout the extent of his life. He is exceptionally charismatic in that he can put a smile on your face or instill fear in your mind when he wants to, and he knows how to sweet talk his way out of different situations. However, Abraham is also incredibly arrogant and borderline narcissistic. He is the type of person to view another as far beneath him and rarely sees another at his own level. This is a given, considering the fashion in which he was raised and expectations of others he has been accustomed to. He expects others to listen to him, do as he requests, or he sees it as some sort of challenge. He has a large presence and a forceful voice, coupled with charm, people tend to see him as a leader, and further, he isn't stingy. He can pay you back rather handsomely if you do him a favor or if you get on his good side. This being said, he isn't very frequently refused and so his ugly side isn't seen as often one might expect, but that isn't to say it's hard to draw it out.

His allegiances often align with those that provide him the greatest benefit for himself, or is of greater influence than, say, a person with little control over the great machine. That said, he can be regarded as selfish, preferring to think of himself before others. This is obvious in politics. He doesn't consider himself a Republic or Democrat. Moral values don't mean terribly much to him. But being in the high upper class with his father, Abraham is more likely to vote for a candidate that benefits him. Those candidates, in result, usually tend to be in favor of capitalism and of the elite class. He doesn't give a damn about religion, and immigration is a mixed bag, as it can prove both beneficial and detrimental to some aspects of economy; mostly good, so he doesn't really care about your ethnicity. Any other moral issue that the rest of the country struggles with doesn't bother him. He considers himself above another according to social hierarchy, so unless you have a lot of money, friends, and/or popularity, he'll probably overlook you much like a elephant that overlooks an ant.

This is not to suggest that Abe is not a clever person - he certainly is. That may well be part of his downfall, knowing he's not dumb, and only adds to his cockiness. He's educated, his father likely would have bought his way into a prestigious school of business, but Abe kinda shirked that, so he's just got the general gist of everything. But his training as an agent also taught him plenty of things to make himself effective. While strategizing in the heat of the moment is not his strong suit, if he's given time to prepare, he can come up with a few ideas that can get the job done. His smarts is mostly a hodgepodge of common sense, street-wit, cunning, and some unconventional cleverness, supplemented by whatever pieces of bookish info he's picked up over the years.

Abraham isn't past manipulation or playing dirty. He'll use you to get what he wants if that's what it takes, and if you're no longer a useful tool, he'll likely drop almost all communication with you. However, this isn't a common occurrence, because let's be real here: he already has so much! Any ulterior motives he might have that would require another person to do things for him, he could easily get it done by paying them off with a bribe or forcing it through intimidation, or just straight up getting it done himself - and he likes to play rough. The only reason for a hands-on man like himself to resort to such matters is because losing isn't an option in his book. He goes by the nuclear effect: if insulted, attacked, or provoked, he will retaliate in turn with ten times the severity. This is one of the prime reasons nobody likes to mess with him. Abraham is simply far too much trouble than he is worth fighting with. He's always up for a scuffle and he isn't held back by any rules when he does.

The ladies are an entirely different story with him though. He is remarkably flirtatious. If you are a woman, and whether you express an interest in him or not, you will be assaulted with the most fervent case of wanton promiscuity your unsullied virginity (or otherwise) had ever endured. In any other case, his flirtatiousness spares not a single bosom as long as it meets Abraham's qualifications of "hot diggity damn". This take-no-prisoners disposition also gives him a confident "bad boy" vibe that, hell, some people are into. Though not always are his advances accepted, he sometimes takes it in stride should he not be interested in taking part in "the hunt", but there are times when a different sect of his ugly side appears.

Should those advances be neglected, it's almost as if his eyes are trained on that one person. He needs what he can't have, you know? It's a running problem with rich people. However, should the neglect continue, there's another side of him that can be seen: his reprehensible sexism. As if the subtle objectification of women he appears to portray wasn't as clear an indicator, consistent refusal will prompt him to apply the label of "prude" to said female. Subtle hints of his sexism can be seen in casual conversations where he seems to imply some extent of inferiority, however, this aspect of his personality is only shown in very specific turns of the conversation and isn't always identifiable, as Abe is nothing but adept at turning the current of the conversation to highlight his qualities, rather than underscore his shortcomings.

Innately, Abraham is a very angry and lost individual. He doesn't care what the world wants, he's just out here trying to make his own way and survive, climb and scratch his way to the top. Perhaps that's better achieved if he hadn't left the roost. So he's lost. He cares solely for himself and, if possible, he'd take out his rage on the environment around him. He has a lot of pent up rage and individuality. Of course, his relationship for his family is less than ideal, and he holds contempt for his father in many regards (though mingled in is some respect). The death of his little brother has deeply affected him and his ability to trust anybody, and when he looks around him, all he sees are two faced liars who'd be eager to backstab him over whatever meager lump of cash they can get their hands on. These feelings are deep, deep inside him, and it is these feelings where he is able to harvest his ferocity in a fight. But on top of that are layers upon layers of a persona he has chosen to portray himself as. A mask that is so esoterically weaved and layered over these feelings, that he can hide it from even himself at times. It became a persona that he actually connects to and feels everything it is supposed to feel, and this persona runs so deep he may as well have created a new person.

Sports, women, a good ol' rumble, music - baby, life is one big beauty pageant, and Abraham is Simon Cowell. He also likes keeping busy. It keeps him from getting too dull.

Abraham was provided with many opportunities in his life, as such, he was able to build up quite a set of skills. When it comes to athletics, he's in a niche of his own. He has taken defense programs at the behest of his father at an early age, and took up krav maga, an Israeli art. He had worked his way up pretty high in dojo’s ranks, but due to abusing the teachings he had received there, he was refused any further services before he could advance to their equivalent of a black belt. That aside, the actual self-defense training has managed to stick with him to this day. He always did participate in sports like soccer, football, basketball, and basically anything that was competitive and could get his blood flowing. He was also ran track in school, did free running on the side. In his spare time, when he was unable to participate in athletics (being sick, hurt, rainy day, etc.), Abraham worked to gain a fair measure of musical talent and managed to carve himself a little place in stringed instruments: he's had lessons in guitar, but over time, he grew frustrated with the instrument. Naturally, he gravitated towards drums, which seemed to fit his alley perfectly what with it being a very active instrument in comparison.

Abe is most practiced in his superhuman abilities, and he knows how to use it well - he derives a great deal of pride in learning how to utilize his abilities to their fullest extent. During his practice, he learned a few tricks that he keeps up his sleeves when the going gets especially rough. In fact, he is so proud of his meta blood, that he seeks to master his ability - although his personality would have him tell others that he already has.

Abe has been able to keep his head down for the most part. His father and his far reaching influence (money has really long arms) is mostly to thank for that, but later in his life, Abe has received training from two different organizations as an agent. Weapons training, precision aiming, survival, espionage, communications (military signing, ASL, South American Spanish) and knows how to use a wide variety of equipment. Computers, while not his niche, he can still find his way around them. If he can't find the information he needs, he's likely been supplied with the equipment necessary that can do it for him, or imprint all the information so someone else can do it for him. And, while not his preferred approach, his training has him almost specialized for stealth missions. Unless it's absolutely imperative, he's more than likely to willingly blow his cover because it's more fun that way.

Most valuably, his last employer taught their agents tricks to block telepaths from reading their minds. Is he immune? Heavens no. It's an active effort, but naturally being suspicious of everyone has made it second nature.

Really, Abe is just pushing onward to see the next day. He doesn't have much driving him forward other than the death of his lite brother. He wants to make it to the top, but that's such a vague goal, there's no real sense of direction getting him there. And if he takes out some of the kind of bastards that killed Sam, then that's just convenient.

Abraham was born to a very wealthy family. His father is a director of an oil company, so that said, they were extremely well off. The mother left early in his childhood, leaving him with not much of a mother figure aside from the maids that were paid to service the family. Aside from that, there isn't much to be said about his early youth. He was provided with an extensive above-average education, regularly encouraged to do well in the private school for the upper class in which he was enrolled in, so that he may excel much like his father – his father, speaking of which, never really had the time to behave as a proper parent or role model to the boy, so Abe was mostly raised by the servants (who ran the risk of losing their jobs if they did anything the family thought was crossing boundaries). This, predictably, can lead to some peculiar growing up patterns.

When Abe was five, he got a little brother. A half-brother, in all honesty, but they were brothers nonetheless. They grew up together from then on. As soon as Abe was old enough to get into sports, he did, and he found it exhilarating. The adrenaline and competition meant everything to him - he wanted to win, to be the best, and feel magnificent while doing so, as though he were on top of the world. He didn't receive much support from his father, who tended to just look at him and expected improvement the next time around - that's how the world in economics worked, after all. Unfortunately, it was twisted into a vicious cycle and it eventually developed a sense of self-frustration within Abraham. That he had to be better, otherwise he wasn't good enough. Him and his brother, as they got older, always wrestled. He got into track, played on teams in sports, which was generally football, basketball, and soccer.

Of course, some of these routines couldn't continue when it rained or if he got sick or even grounded. There weren’t many extra-curricular activities he thought he could do if those options weren't available to him. So when he was forced to stay home, he managed to pick up a different hobby: guitar lessons. It started simple at first, but when the lessons became more complex, he grew angry with the practice and ditched it entirely. On the bright side, Abe did learn that keeping a beat came easier to him than maintaining a rhythm, so he found himself drawn to drumming. It suited him! The faster paced full-body action of the instrument was appealing to Abe, and started taking lessons in it.

That continued on for a while; sports and music, that is. Eventually, his father found that he wasn't fond of his son's aggressive temperament, and perhaps a top of the line martial arts instructor could help calm him down with some discipline, while providing his son with the means to protect himself should something ever happen. He received these "krav maga" classes when he was fourteen, and at first, they didn't seem to do much good at keeping him down, but as time progressed, he seems better at keeping control of that temper. He was disciplined. However, when it came to sparring, he was ferocious and aggressive and sometimes had to be restrained. His father thought, “Perhaps other activities are necessary?” Among the various solutions were, firstly, outlets where he can learn to socialize properly with others. Here, Abe learned that he had quite the fondness for girls, and how he learned to be the charming devil he was always meant to be (interpret that as you will, sarcastic or not) - and secondly, a way to expend his energy without directing it at another person. So for a very short period of time, Abe was forced to enter gymnastics. While all the acrobatics were cool and fun, Abraham figured he could learn that on his own via free-running without wearing an uncomfortably tight unitard.

His powers began to develop when he was 15. It was an incredibly scary experience for him, seeing how he reacted with stone and all that. He was kept as a dirty little secret for a while before Abe could control it, and it was a secret that stayed strictly between father and son. Apparently, the father knew something about meta-humans, though didn't quite drop the bomb on Abe about it... and although surprised, he wasn't traumatically shocked by the knowledge of his son being one. It took a while, perhaps a week or two, of constant tinkering to learn how to mess with the power, to at least keep it from activating by accident. Enough so that Abe can continue his regular life. He continued his active life as he would, but now with something else to practice on the sideline. He had a double life: a normal one, and then one as a meta-human, where he would practice his abilities when he wasn't doing anything else.

Soon, he began to realize that it was actually a pretty god damn awesome thing that he could do. Something that made him unique and set him apart! It was something that could also be used to assert the kind of dominance and victories he wanted, and could probably make his dad proud. This pride and cocky attitude got a pretty secure hold on his life, and his confidence affected him in somewhat unpredictable ways. His sparring in martial arts was once again aggressive, and he got kicked out of the dojo when he was 17 for breaking the sternum of another student with a single punch, as well as knocking them ten feet back (it was at that point he learned how to solidify the bones inside his arm for a more powerful blow). This of course pissed off his father.

Life drastically changed when Abe was 18, and they learned when a shooting occurred at a theater killed Abraham's brother. One of the security guards, hired by the father himself, apparently went rogue and held the child for ransom while Abe was at school. The rogue got the money, but the moment cops started moving in, killed the child anyway. The family reacted to the tragedy different. Abe’s father drank until one of his kidneys went bad, and Abe, well.. Abe essentially lost control of himself. He was consumed with rage and distrust and he began losing control of his temper and pent up anger. He spent his time in the bad parts of town, unbeknownst to his father, learning how to use his ability, and then beating the daylights out of people with it. Of course, these people were thugs and other crooks of that nature, making Abe a guy something of a vigilante – the major difference being that his core motivation was personal instead of misplaced nobility. In addition, Abe discovered those street fight circles you can win and get paid for, much like underground boxing with no rules. Naturally, Abe didn't care about the money out of it, it was an outlet for his aggression and anger and he took advantage of it. Ghettos being no strangers to superhumans, he was allowed to use his power. They didn't quite expect Abe's power to basically be made for close fighting. Among the circles, he came to be known as the Golem.

The spree of delinquency hit the fan when Abe got involved in some terrible incident resulting in a death of a man, and all of the commotion grabbed the attention of Abe's father, who was unaware of all of Abraham's behavior meanwhile, and bailed Abe out of prison (he was 19 then), and gave him the loudest lecture of a lifetime. This of course brought to much attention to the family on the press, and he sent his son away to live on his own for a while (with a fair amount of money to live on should he be out of work), so that the director could live in what peace remained. A good place to go was a different busy city swarming with activity and police, in Chicago. Abe went to live there, hoping maybe life there away from home would help to temper his son's behavior, as well as discipline him so that he isn't so willing to resort to his abilities so easily. Though honestly, Abe earnestly disagrees, and believes that his power is a part of who he is and that he should embrace it and not hide it. That being said, he's still going around town performing vigilante work. After a brief lapse of time, an officer caught him about to start a fight with a similarly shady man and Abe was thrown in the Chicago prison for a short night.

It was about a week after that he received mail from his father expressing his dissatisfaction with Abraham, and included in the mail was a letter concerning the 218 Academy: a place for people with powers like his, to learn control and restraint. Also a place where, his father had at least hoped, would aid in disciplining him. He stayed there for a few years, where the instructors taught him how to better control his powers and himself. It was a growing experience, and while he wasn't able to forget about what happened, he could learn from it. Still, he was never really able to accept it. All the academy had really done for him was to give him better control over his power and teach him to contain and hide all of the turmoil he felt. They just helped him learn how to blend in better.

Fast forward, now he's twenty-one. Where to go from here? That's exactly the train of thought Abe had. He figured there was no point in going back home after the number of times his father cast him aside, just hoping things work out. The Academy noted his affinity for getting into fights and recommended him for NEST off-branch KINGFISHER. He received some of their standard training and was dubbed agent Cassowary. True to his name, he proved to the others that he was a ruthless agent, and dished out his punishment to the bad guys with extreme prejudice. He left them after his first real mission with them, because although they were the self-proclaimed badasses of NEST, Abe saw them as just some more softies, but with more guns. Abe's restraint and sense of chivalry was also lacking, so they weren't exactly sad to see him go either. He started drifting, with quite a hefty inheritance in his bank. Going from place to place, doing what he usually did and never staying in one place for too long. He made a name for himself as a vigilante, though no one knew his face. He just left a calling card of a big rock on top of each and every goon he left behind, and his old fighter name "Golem" began resurfacing. He didn't want to be a NESTy, as being their pawn was by no means a fun time by the sounds of it. They couldn't even keep up with him. Why sink to their level?

His career eventually got back to his father. Understandably disappointed, but at a loss of what to do. For Abe was now a grown man - there wasn't any stopping him or disciplining now, so he asked Abe what he thought he should do. Abe honestly wanted to tell him to stuff it, but there was also some benefits that could be reaped her, while possibly salvaging his link to his family (or what was left of it). He asked his father to understand that he was doing what he's doing for Sammy, and if it kept the streets safe as a side result, then that was a bonus. His father became slightly more receptive. Abe then asked him, as his son, to watch his back. Help him stay under the radar, use some of that influence of wealth to get favors done, and erase Abe's name from any of the records outside his old life (such as his KINGFISHER fling, and his record of jail time). His father agreed, as long as the two talked as little as possible. Heartbreaking to be sure, to see that his dad still loved him but was too disappointed to speak with him. He also granted his son a card to a private account, to which his own money would be funding on a bi monthly basis. He hoped that would keep Abe at least somewhat comfortable and alive. Though, somewhat comfortable by their standards might be fine dining in our eyes.

During one of his rest stops, he received a card from a stranger, who then mysteriously vanished. On it, it was a simple job offer as an enforcer. Now, Abe had money, and was tempted to just rip the card up. But his curiosity was piqued. He found the listed address, said the magic word, and he found himself in an empty warehouse, with a couple of important looking people in white coats. They introduced themselves as Administrators of the Hands of Science. Alarming news, yes - they were all over the news then, but he figured that if they wanted him dead, they wouldn't have given him an invitation. They made mention of how they monitor the reports of most meta human cases in America, and the fact that Abe's identity remained a mystery to mainstream media and even NEST databases intrigued them.

Without so much as a warning, their four bodyguards jumped him. Abe, no stranger to fights, reacted quickly. The one that jumped onto his back, Abe ripped off and threw him down on the man rushing toward him from the side. His leg swept around, tripping the one man charging head on, and the fourth moved back to avoid getting hit by his thrown friend. Abe tapped his toe against the ground, and a small chunk of rock erupted from the ground beneath his heel, pushing him forward into Abe's grasp, who then threw him down onto the man that he had tripped. Looking down at the two pairs of men, he raised his arms and let them watch them turn into stone as a warning to stay where they were or else. It also drove home the fact that he didn't need his power to beat them.

And, well, that's how he got his job offer. The card said enforcer, but in reality, he became a REAPER. He got all of the advanced training and top of the line equipment, and he essentially just turned himself into a weapon from then on. The training a REAPER received differed from NEST's by way of intention. NEST typically wanted to incapacitate their target, whereas the Hands wanted their target gone. It complimented his Krav Maga style well, and made him ruthlessly efficient. They valued Abe's anonymity, so they used him as an agent - giving him all the appropriate training. While it didn't put his combat ability to its fullest extent, there were few who were as under the radar as he was. Although registered through the academy, tracing the events to him were almost impossible - especially after his graduation. His ability to hold his own was just... insurance, should he ever be caught. Sometimes his mission was just hanging out in an area and gathering information, and then there were missions where he had to... eliminate targets. Or plant items someplace, escort jobs, so on. Abe's training was such that he was too valuable to be used as meager bodyguard or nameless soldier. Abe mostly took the job because he was feeling lost at the time, wandering aimlessly, and this helped to give him some sense of direction. He had no real love for the Hands.

Of course, he was called to arms during the Verthaven crisis when the Hands were getting too big for their own good and their base finally under assault. It was when things were getting too hairy, such as the Devil of Verthaven, that Abraham jumped ship and deserted the Hands. Ever since then, he had assassins coming after him. They eventually dwindled down to only a trickle of half assed inconveniences when NEST's finest began hunting down the remainder of their bases thanks to leaked Intel. When the last were finally dealt with, Abe met with relative peace. The seven years between then and now were spent traveling about and evading REAPER agents, former comrades who were then assigned to hunt down the Golem and kill him, and possibly prevent whatever information leak they had - though Abe's lips had been kept sealed. He just carried on doing what he been doing before his time as a REAPER, self-serving vigilante bullshit except on a larger scale thanks to the training he received. From small gangs to business scandals, and once a while, even outing local government. Where he went, similar chaos followed.

This attracted the attention of another mysterious organization, who contacted him through one of their agents: Nightengale. The organization went unnamed in their conversation, but the gist of the idea was that they wanted him to work with them, but not really under them as to prevent drawing any eyes - so quite like a contractor or mercenary, really. They promised him pay and protection, so on and so forth, in trade for his services. As for their intentions, well, they summed it up as "seeing the bigger picture". Abe knew this meant that people on either side could get hurt... but lucky for him, he never played the vigilante to be a hero.

The goal of his first assignment is to dismantle and destroy the Founding Family following the mall massacre by the Black Hound, and to achieve this, the assignment must be divided into separate parts. The first part, they said, was to enlist in RAVEN, one of the two organizations that arose from NEST's ashes. Abraham wasn't very excited about this, they fudged the job in keeping all of the folks alive while simultaneously getting themselves killed, and it sounded counter intuitive to be on the record if he's supposed to stay under the radar. The second part of the assignment is to try to use that position to grant him the authority and additional resources to infiltrate the Founding Family. That way, his employer could get intel on both parties, what information they have, then work on destroying the family from the inside. It might sound easier to join the Family first, but that also made joining RAVEN harder, and would create more red tape blocking his way. Joining RAVEN was for the sake of the long haul and his employers couldn't risk losing that connection. Besides all that, the idea of being a triple agent sounded really fucking cool.

So, he's just rolled into Baybridge with every intention to join the organization that used to be his enemy. There's no hard feelings of course, work is work, but hopefully he can get himself to fit in and make a few allies while he is in town... and hopefully they don't catch on that he knows more than he probably should.

His life and the effects various events has influenced who he is as a person drastically. He is a person of dominance – of strength, toughness, street-wit, the bought intellect of private education, cunning, and savagery. He feels that he needs to win in all areas of life, whether it is social, economic, in sports, or in violence. He's entirely self-concerned, conflicted, angry, miserable, and suffers a maelstrom of confusion. His trust in others was totally shredded after it resulted in the cold murder of his baby brother. While he's a charming showboat outwardly, he’s a troubled man and is privately contemptuous for virtually everything. This side of him is never shown to others, and it is rarely ever channeled. Acquaintances come easy to Abraham, but rarely does he consider anyone a genuine friend. As far as he is concerned, the people he allies with are tools for him to use.

Father: Kenneth Gene
Mother: Cheyenne Garter (unknown whereabouts)
Little Brother: Samuel Gene (dead)

| Good as good can get with ol' Abraham | Friend...ly rivalry...? | "So there we are, kicking ass, but also seeing who can kick more ass than the other while we were kicking ass. Funny. I didn't think he'd turn out to be a RAVEN. I guess he had more daddy problems than I realized. |

Elemental, Mimicry

he core feature of Abraham's ability is terrakinesis. He has the capability to manipulate rock and earth and many of its variations to his will, and by extension, anything that is carried by or contained inside it. The possibilities go on for miles: he could form it as he desires, to building structures, or destroying and wreaking havoc with it as he pleases. His range, in theory, is as far as the eye can discern and the power is as strong as his ferocity with it. He could erect giant pillars and spires from the ground as long as there is enough stone in the vicinity to fuel it, as well as rectangular walls and shields - even domes. It’s possible to disconnect these from the ground and send it flying through the air or skidding across the ground and crush the target behind the thousands of pounds of force its impact generates. As Abraham is able to mold stone, he can, if he so chooses, reconstruct damaged structures or sculpt a brand new structure entirely.

There is just one problem with doing all of that:

Abraham is a very introspective person. The meta-human energy is often considered to be the soul of an individual given form, and how that person views the world through their perception can have a massive influence on what parts of their reality they can control. While Abe acknowledges the world around him, he’s very self-concerned and self-absorbed, so he doesn’t often look more than two steps in front of him (figuratively speaking). This mindset limits the sort of control he can have over the world around him. Outside-terrakinesis is available to him, but only to a degree. His control over rock and the earth falls off dramatically when it’s outside just a few feet, maybe fifteen feet – max – away. He’ll be lucky to create a tripping hazard outside of that range. However, there are additional features of his power that does keep him from being totally useless...

Stone Embodiment: Abraham can morph his whole body into cold, hard stone - or selectively morph different parts of his body. This also causes his body to become much denser, heavier, and durable, allowing him to pack more power at the trade-off of speed. Given his power of stone manipulation, he still retains enough mobility to keep himself moving, though his speed is severely hampered and he lacks the kind of agility he'd usually have. On top of packing a lot of weight behind his punches, the ability to manipulate stone – and thereby even himself, helps him packs tons more power behind his monster hay-makers and grants him super-strength that can compete even with the strongest of superheroes. Abe's wit has helped him think through the different aspects of his power, and so he recognized that, when stone, his own body can be altered as he pleases. He is capable of changing the shape of his own body to serve his purpose - whether it be changing his hands to hammers or blades - the latter being particularly frightful, given how a pointy thing being made of stone and the size of a grown man's arm is being lunged straight through your body, and if you survive that, congratulations asshole! You now have stone sediments coursing through your bloodstream.

Like many superhumans, Abe has a couple of secret weapons, none he'd use lightly. But should the situation ever call for such a measure, he can go stone form. Which is cool in itself, right? Well, from there, Abe can begin an exhaustive process where he takes in the stone from his environment into his own body before his size and mass proliferates into that of a massive golem - easily as tall as telephone poles and weight comparable to mountains. While his standard stone embodiment stands as it is as being extraordinarily durable, turning into the Golem leaves him impervious to almost all physical attacks, attacks on his biological system, and allow him to deal devastating strikes to his foes at the tradeoff of being utterly slow and easy to read. Like, if you get punched by him, it better be because you're tied to a railroad. The patience and tedious process doesn't match well will with Abe's fast-paced and impulsive behavior, but should he ever master it, there isn't a real set limit. The process is exhaustive, but should he ever be able to keep going, he can take in as much as stone as is provided to him and reach colossal levels... though this is, to the fortune of his enemies, restricted by his stamina. The most he would be able to bring himself to do is to be as tall as telephone poles - and, of course, the girth of modern homes. It is in his Golem form that his power is nearly boundless. Strikes he can launch with such power that it can utterly shatter a person's body were they not the most enduring superhuman! However, as a golem, he would lack mobility. He could make huge, massive steps, but at a super slow pace. Everything about him would be slower and predictable, but should he hit somebody, they'd be in for a world of hurt.

He has a unique ability he has only recently been able to work out - regeneration. If he gets a cut, chops off his thumb, he can turn part of his body to stone - or his whole body, if he wishes - and manipulates stone to form to his original body, and have his body turn back to normal, so that the stone thumb that replaced the prior one becomes a fleshy part of his body. Quite literally, he can make replacements. However, there is still the case of the utter soul-wrenching pain that comes with dismemberment. Regeneration isn't an easy process when you're under such a large amount of pain and stress, and it is a somewhat slow process given how what stamina Abraham has left is being put into regrowing a limb whilst under agony - there needs to be stone around that he can take into his body and replace the limb, otherwise, he needs the limb itself.

What'll be left is very obvious scarring (such as the scar on his thumb) that shows this, but the body part is otherwise fully functional. However, he will still experience aches and phantom pains for a while after the regeneration and it generates trauma on the body. It is an ability that took a great amount of time to get working properly, and it takes a great deal of body memory, as well as contorting his limbs into different shapes. So these are not abilities he did little work to earn. He practiced extensively with his power to fully understand the ins and outs of this ability. It still bears repeating that he is most effective in his standard stone embodiment form, where he's incredibly difficult to shatter, slow him down, and withstand the onslaught he has planned for you.

His powers do have limits and drawbacks. Whilst in stone form, Abraham's control over the stone around him is less refined. Large-scale manipulation requires him to be in his more vulnerable and fleshy state. In this stone form, he is also restricted to contact. In order to bend the rocks and earth around him, he must remain on the ground and keeping himself firmly on the ground. Stone embodiment is much slower than his standard body, and his speed is cut down by at least half. So to be more efficient at fighting in a fast-paced match, he has to combine his regular body and stone embodiment, leaving him vulnerable in some areas to make up for speed so he can properly defend himself. His stone body, while incredibly durable, doesn't flex. Not like metal or flesh does, and that is why rock, under enough pressure at the right angle, can break easier than metal. However, his body is still dense and solid and would take tremendous force with the right material to actually break him. Part of what he does to circumvent the earthbending limitations is to petrify only his arms or parts of his body as he needs it, so that his earthbending isn't totally nerfed. He also changed his style of bending when in his form, so that he only uses it to trip, accelerate himself, or inconvenience his foe.

Before we start discussing what already hasn’t been discussed above, let's underscore this one more time: Abraham is a physical juggernaut locked down tighter than a nun's chastity belt. If your aim is to physically dominate him, you're in for a bad time. Now that's out of way, lets boil down to his his power's shortcomings. Though his defense is awe-inspiring and his power terrifying, he operates rather simply. In a fight, he generally runs off of instinct and his training, and krav maga was made for street fighting. When the fight goes bad, he gets a form of tunnel vision that, while bad news for his target, makes him narrow-sighted and easy to predict. A clever opponent may outsmart him in a fight, or perhaps your power is psychic in nature. In fights, his mind is a flurry, and his life so far has been nothing short of a struggle. If a power allows someone to mess with his mind, he'll go nuts or shut down. He has very little defenses against mental attacks beyond his own conviction. If you're fast as fuck, there's no way Abe can catch up to you. That's just a given. If you're another terrakinetic... well... I'll let you figure that one out. You're gonna slow him down a lot. And speaking of slow, the Golem form? So much of his energy and focus is being spent maintaining and controlling his form, that he is incapable of manipulating his environment.

• Abraham is being presented to you as a mix between a character and a plot device. The goal here is to mix things up, and introduce someone to shake up the dynamic a little bit. Somewhat both an anti-hero and minor antagonist. You can befriend him if you want your character to do so, but he's still an opposing force that is meant to create some struggle or confusion for our heroes of the story, and isn't easily trumped - and for all we know, his path might just take him on that route, his archetype is dynamic. Form relationships with other characters hinging on Abe being a mutual enemy, attempt to befriend him and uncover some interesting tidbits of lore - really, and this goes for any character at all, the affects he can have are countless, and that can only serve to enrich the story more. Just know that Abe wasn't written the way he is because I like to "win at roleplaying." God, whatever that means.

Abraham is also a long-time favorite of many, a veteran in the roleplaying scene. What did others have to say about Abe? Well, to start:

• @He Who Walks Behind: "Abe was a refreshing strain of douchebaggery that I hope to see again in either writing or in real life."
• @Dragonbud: "I love that asshole. I love him. Such an ass."
• @Maxx: "Abe can punch me into the sun."
• @JunkMail: "Abe already has punched me into the sun."
• @Mr Allen J: "I'm thinking of ways to kill him off already."

Aislin Rose

C.T. (Short for Curiosity)

Female

27

5’4

125 lbs.

Lower South Royer Town, Prince Ed-Field

Light brown, pale green highlights

Caribbean blue

Caucasian

Aislin keeps her hair quite short for minimal upkeep. It’s parted to the far side, bangs gracing her forehead, and back layers tapering at her collar bone. It’s cut to follow the curve of her head, with layered strands gently sweeping along her jawline. Aislin’s face maintains a round, youthful-look, save for the crow’s feet at the edge of her eyes. Her high cheek bones bring some welcomed angles to her face. A small beauty mark sits at the side of her lips. Besides the taut appearance around her eyes and the freckles scattered across her skin, she is moderately blemish free. There is, however, a single blade scar arced near the bottom of her jaw, an inch or so from the chin. Having graduated to C’s, Aislin boasts a body that’s curvy yet athletic. Years of training has given her a small powerhouse, capable of running for miles.

On most days, Aislin’s go-to outfit is a plain shirt under a leather jacket with wool sleeves, and square aviators. She wears dark, fitted slacks that have some stretch in the material. The outfit is ideal for most anything, like going to town, being inconspicuous while eavesdropping, or doing minor field work.

To get real casual, Aislin wears pink flannel pyjamas. Doesn’t matter where or with who. She usually has her stuffed penguin in tow.

Being very much a high-energy individual, Aislin tends to fill her conversations with enthusiasm. She is kind to her associates, listens well, and has near mastered the art of giving advice. Although she’s popular at the office and other social circles, Aislin maintains one best friend. She’s isolated herself over the years; she finds it hard to relate to most people, especially if they’re non-meta.

Aislin is a curious soul and tends to run her mouth by asking personal questions. What she lacks for tact she makes up in empathy and big smiles. She is completely turned off by those with aggressive personalities and tends to remove anything dark in her life. She’s very sensitive to other people's personalities, even more so since she sees auras. She also tends to be very private about her personal life.

Her mischevious side has married her curiosity ever since becoming a field agent. It’s something that she’s not always comfortable with as she occasionally has to fight people. But she’s never taken a life, and never will — she made that very clear to Hallmark, her employer. Her fighting style has adapted with her personality, specialising in quick, non-lethal takedowns (preferably at a distance).

Born with the heart of a child and a great love for life, Aislin is over-emotional. She has zest in her actions and words, although on the flip side, she is prone to hissy fits. Aislin is playful, not one to take life seriously. She doesn’t usually clue into the direness of her situation until it’s too late, which may also be due to a small form of arrogance. This is accentuated by her carefree nature.

After years of meditating and self-reflecting, she is patient and perceptive. Aislin has only become more of a dreamer over the years as she continues to see life through a different lens. There is magic in the world, this she knows. Her personal beliefs are not high on the popularity scale, but instead of conforming, Aislin rose above it. She is a free spirit, disliking any forms of authority or control. This does not mean she’s vindictive, though, as her nature is peace-loving. In a situation where she has no power, or she loses the position of power, Aislin is fearful.

Her interests haven’t changed too much over the years. Aislin still loves a dank toke every now and again. Her fascination with Taoism has expanded to include Buddhism and Hinduism. Having said no to take-out a long time ago, Aislin knows how to make a tasty meal with her own hands. She loves music and nature and tends to enjoy both at the same time. Mainly, her days are consumed with pushing the limits of her power, and meditation.

Aislin has taken up sculpturing, but not in a way most would think. She can take certain ‘loose’ material, like ice, and animate it into a shape. If done correctly, when she disconnects from the material, it will retain the new shape. She’s become quite good at it and has several swan sculptures chilling in her freezer.

Meditation has brought Aislin a refined level of focus. This is a necessary skill due to the nature of Animating. It has also helped Aislin better see subtle energy and auras (more info in the Power section).

Having spent roughly five years at Hallmark’s training facility, Aislin’s collected several courses under her belt. The big one, though, is Basic Combat Training, where they teach physical skills and mental discipline. Her aerobatics is on the lacking side, as she can’t do a backflip to save her life.

If there was a way, she’d want every person to experience what it’s like to be a meta-human, so she’s curious about the science behind meta powers. Aislin also wants to have great stories to tell when she’s in her 50’s, so she’ll continue to put herself in unique situations.

From a quiet orphanage, Aislin was adopted into a well-off household with preoccupied parents. They were a business couple that wanted a quiet, polite daughter without the hassle of raising a baby. Aislin was adored by her parents but was often left to her own devices for long periods of time. This created a form of isolation that Aislin eventually came to accept, and was catalysed by the birth of her powers. They developed at a young age, and to her, appeared to be magic. Rippling walls, walking cutlery, and other strange occurrences became commonplace. Her friends, however, quickly rejected her.

Aislin’s parents couldn’t have been prouder, and sent her to Academy 218 to harness her potential. The school had a peaceful appearance, but as the year unfolded, things became more and more chaotic. Aislin was nearly eaten by a monster meta named Jaska who triggered his Beast Mode by a near fatal wound. Hilariously enough, it was Aislin’s fault he was injured. Without planning or preparation, they ventured into the dark caves outside the school grounds. Before Jaska transformed, Aislin caught a glimpse of a blue-skinned woman.

After the incident, Aislin boldy (or naively) entered the caves again to find the blue meta, only to come across a terrifying man named Luis. After a life-threatening chase, Luis was shot by a masked individual. Aislin escaped the caves and confided in her friends, wondering if anyone knew what was going on. Eventually, the unwelcome guests on the island became known school-wide as the ‘Changeling Unit’, and strategies were formed to remove them. Every staff member that could fight, and many bold students partook in an intense battle. It eventually led to the Unit being forced to flee the island, and nothing more was heard.

Aislin completed the rest of her years in the Academy in moderate and very welcomed peace. This was roughly when Rhea and Aislin bumped into each other and began a glorious friendship. Nearing her graduation, Aislin was approached by a certain company that said they paid well for meta spies, and would continue her training in Canada. Aislin thought she’d give it a try, and quickly found she loved the work.

While collecting incriminating data in Italy, Aislin hit a rough patch with a mafia member who specialised in metal manipulation, specifically blades. This was where she received her scar, but she came out on top and extracted a briefcase that contained 1.2 million dollars worth of intel for Italy’s government. Shortly after, she heard about the tragedy that befell Verthaven, and the Devil. She noticed people looked at her and her animations differently. Again, the isolation gap widened.

After the Overload Crisis in Baybridge, Aislin was relocated to an apartment in Lower South Royer Town for ‘some needed R&R’, according to Hallmark. With time to sit and think, Aislin tried contacting Rhea for the hundredth time. After they both graduated, Rhea just… disappeared.

Currently, Aislin does small contract work for Hallmark, mainly involving politicians.

Mira Rose - Adopted mother
David Rose - Adopted father
Biological parents unknown.

| Bad | Ex-Best Friend | ”She just up and left. Was it something I said? |

Other

Animation

"The power to give crude life to inanimate objects. Not to be confused with Creation as the lives of animations are tied to the user and not their own."

Essentially, Aislin works on something like Wifi. The objects in her vicinity, and what she can see, are candidates for her puppet strings. It all works through a mental connection. After 5-7 seconds of creating a link with an object, Aislin programs it with a command. The object wakes up and completes the command it’s been given all on its own, giving the illusion of self-thought. If an animation does not have an order, it will do nothing if Aislin is keeping her attention on it, else it’ll die. Over the years, Aislin has refined her connection to be stronger, quicker, and more precise. This has come at a cost, as the connection is so tight it must be gently released.

Creating a link and waking up an object is the only step in which eye contact is required. Animations can be out of her sight and still work fine. Not that Aislin would intentionally send them far away, but animations can only go so far before the Wifi connection is lost, and they die. Aislin’s range, roughly, is about 50 feet.

To change the shape of the material once Aislin purposefully disconnects with it, she has learned to slowly extract herself. This pulls the atoms together at a slower rate, and they’re more likely to find permanent spaces in this new shape. That is how Aislin turns an ice cube into a butterfly.

Animations demand a varying level of attention on them at all times. They do not require eye contact, just thought. This limits Aislin to 1-2 animations at a time, depending on how intricate the commands are that she gives. As long as Aislin focuses her awareness, the animations can live near-indefinitely. In a moment of say, sleep, pain, or distraction, the animations die.

Swarm animations work as one, are treated as a single animation and have predictable flight paths.

The heavier and denser the object, the harder it is to animate. Anything that exceeds the weight of a microwave is considered to be too heavy. Anything with a density higher than silver is too compact to animate. This includes alloyed metals like steel, or pure metals like platinum. The durability of animations is in direct correlation to what material they're made of. Silver is the strongest, whereas paper, ink drawings, or cotton material are weak.

Organic material, living or dead, cannot be animated. This includes people, animals, and plants. Since animations are so tightly intertwined with her mind, a sudden disconnection can hurt. Only by gently releasing their link can Aislin avoid any backlash, and this takes anywhere from 5-7 seconds.

Backlash has several levels of intensity. On the low end, her lack of attention would kill an animation and she would feel a mild shock. If someone were to absolutely destroy the material making up the animation, leaving a pile of ash, the backlash would be equivalent to a mental spike shoved in her brain. Repeated offenses lowers Aislin’s tolerance, giving the backlash the illusion it’s getting worse.