Age: 23
Appearance: Katie stands at a slightly shorter 5,3" with a petite frame, slightly hourglass and toned from training. Her first impression is that of harmlessness - large, soft, brown doe eyes, an innocent expression and a distinctively wide face that tapers down to a small chin. Her light brown hair is short, cut to just below her shoulders and straight. She tends to dress pretty well, with her handlers to thank for that.
Powers: Fire control - Katie can control existing fire, as well as generate it herself. She can only generate it from her hands. Her weakness is water; even humid environments make her feel tired and drained.
History: Katie lived pretty normally until the age of 15. Mutants were found here and there in the world, but they weren't at all common. She'd always felt sorry for them, and slightly afraid; they weren't completely accepted into society. And then, one day, she woke up from a nightmare and her house was on fire. Her parents didn't survive, but the flames didn't even hurt her.

Unbeknownst to her, she'd generated fire in her sleep due to stress, and the gene had awoken. She didn't discover the power itself until later on, while staying with her grandmother. Wracked with grief as she realised what she'd done, Katie ran away, fearing how she could hurt the members of family she had late. She only spent a day on the road before a 'nice,' man came to speak to her, having noticed how she'd cupped a fire in her hands to keep herself warm. At first frightened that he'd seen her, the outcast in Katie eventually became relieved that he seemed to accept her.

He wasn't one of the good guys. Part of a network of people who wished to use mutant powers for their own gains, she was put under the influence of a mutant himself. Due to the violent nature of her powers, she was set to dirtier tasks - taking out enemies of the group. With a cheshire-cat smile and a look like butter wouldn't melt in her mouth, she infiltrated easily and held no remorse in the act of killing itself. But in those nights, when she was locked up in a dark room, she'd cry and wonder... How did it come to this?

Name: Lawrence Richards

Age: 24

Appearance:

History: Law was born and raised in New york, City. The entire place was his play ground from day one thanks to his family. If you were ever bored in the Queens area you could always hit up a wonderful club called "Croon-Town". His Mom and Dad owned the club and would always have him in the back because the money they would have to shell out for a day care would be terrible. Don't get the Richards family wrong, Croon-Town did great but some habits held by the family were not advantageous to a great lifestyle. With Tom Richard's gambling problem and his mother Teresa always trying to find successful way's to keep him at home to focus on the club drama would naturally ensue.

When Law turned 15 he started realizing what was happening around him. The caustic environment drove him to try and find many outlets to escape his home. However, he found that the club was actually the town he needed to be in. From a young age he learned he loved to sing. Singing would take his mind away to another place. A place that was far from this chaos. When someone has a gift like that though, other's are bound to notice it as well.

On Law's 17th birthday at Croone-Town he was about to sing one of his favorite songs "L-O-V-E" by Nat King Cole when he noticed a mysterious event occur. Everyone in the establishment froze. Not Frozen with terror but frozen to there spot. Time itself has ceased to move. Before the moment could be fully registered one person began to move. A man who had been sitting at a table in the back the whole time. Black long brimmed hat, darker then night trench coat, blood red tie, and a cane topped with a diamond. This "demonic gentleman" approached him at the stage. "Young man you have a gift, a gift for song, a gift I haven't heard in a long time and well," He brushed some dust that had accumulated on his shoulder, "One that I would hate to see wasted, the name is Jerry." Jerry extended his hand to the boy. Refusing to shake his hand and in utter confusion Law responded, "What the hell is happening and who the hell are you?" A bit of a chuckle came from the "demon's" mouth, "Well I am here to change your stars my boy. Now as you could imagine a man in my position would really want your soul for the gift I am about to bestow upon you." Law began to shake My soul?! My Damn soul!?! What is this? and Jerry then interjected, "Now now no need to let your head spin off your shoulders my boy." Jerry patted Law on the shoulder, "You see down the line I will need a favor, just a simple favor from you, but the gift I offer is much more than the favor I ask." Turning around the demented thing made his way to a chair and sat down. "All I ask of you is to use your gift as you wish until then. Consider it my birthday present to you Mr. 17 year old." How did he know that? Law wondered as he moved slowly toward the man. He wanted to stop but this gift enticed him. Mind racing with all of the possibilities that he would wish to request for. "What can you offer me...Jerry." Law said with hesitation. Jerry smiled and extended his hand, "My boy I want you to sing for the rest of your life. I want you to inspire those around you with your song. I want your voice to become that of legend." Law stopped shaking. Without even a second thought his hand clenched Jerry's hand harder then even he expected. "What is this lack of thought? Normally I get a bit of 'What will it cost me?' or 'What kind of favor?'". It was true this seemed out of character for a person of his position but Law didn't care. He thought to himself, with his love of song combined with a gift from this man that could stop time himself, his stars would truly change. With that maybe his families stars could change too. "I may be naive here but I want any step ahead I could get in this world. If that step could combine with my love of singing. I will take you up on this." Law shook his hand up and down. Jerry smiled from ear to ear, "You've got gumption my boy, I like that about you. I think when this favor comes to pass we could eventually learn to become friends of some kind." Law dropped his hand and looked him dead in the eye, "Just do it." Jerry went wide eyed, cocked his head back, and let out a robust laugh, "As you wish boy...As you wish."

Powers: Law was 17 when he met Jerry and that is when he got his ability to "Sing to influence". Over the years he learned and refined his ability. What it could essentially do is as long as Law sang a song, the type of song would influence the emotions of those around him. He was a people person up to this point so he was always in love with helping others. By singing songs he could help change fighting lover's moods to passion, robbers fury into sadness, and even impossible cynic's into someone who couldn't stop laughing. 25 years old now and him and his song's are one in the same. He was no superhero in the eyes of the main populace but there were whispers of someone known as "The Crooner of Queens".