Name: Isabelle Marie Gruff

Alias: Rose

Position: Student; 2nd year (Sophomore)

Abilities/powers:
Plant manipulation; Isabelle can grow, create, control, and kill plants. (Includes anything from grass to trees, however the larger the plant the more power it takes to manipulate). At the moment she has to have soil or an existing plant to use this ability, but with practice and time she can use it whenever and wherever.

Camouflage; She can camouflage with plants. The longer she tries to camouflage the harder it becomes to perform this ability an the weaker she'll get.

Healing; Isabelle also has minor healing. Small injuries heal immediately, while more serious injuries take a few hours. She can only heal herself, not others. And this ability is constant, she doesn't have to think about it or control it, her body just automatically heals her.

Sex: Female

Age/Date of Birth: 16; 7/13/1983

General appearance:


Additional Appearance/costume: For her outfit/costume Isabelle wears a green tight-fitting suit. The material is made to be affected by her camouflage ability. Her long brunette hair is normally fashioned into a braid that she likes to incorporate flowers into. For makeup, Isabelle believes in less is more. She does have multiple ear piercings, including an industrial bar in her left ear. On top of the piercings, she has a globe tattooed on her right wrist, a simple reminder of the world she loves and the planet that provides the environment she gains so much inspiration from.

Personality: Isabelle is very sweet and bubbly. She has an infectious personality and tries her hardest to be nice and friendly to all. Her friends describe her as very loyal; Victoria is the girl that will show up at your house at 1 am with ice cream if you needed her. Isabelle's main motivation in life is to be the best she can be.

Despite her sweetness and innocence, Isabelle is deadly in battle when need be. Isabelle is aware that sometimes fights have to be fought, and she'll always be there when they do.

Special Skills: Isabelle can identify just about any plant, and she also loves to draw.

Place of birth: Dallas, Texas

Weapon(s) of choice: Isabelle carries two daggers with her always. Each blade is put in a small holster in each of her boots.

Medical information: N/A

Brief History: As a young girl, Isabelle had always been drawn to nature. She loved being outside and had a special interest in plats. Before she was even able to ride a bike she knew about 50 different plant species. There was just something that drew her to them..

One day when Isabelle was about 9, she was outside playing in her garden. One of her favorite flowers had died and she was really upset about it, as she bent down and tended to the dead flower, she noticed that it came back to life. That was the beginning of Isabelle learning and harnessing her powers.

Relatives: Isabelle only has her parents back in Texas.

Name: Heidi Williams

Alias: Prodigy

Position: Post-Doctorate level of education

Abilities/powers: Heidi possesses an incredibly hyper-intelligent mind, which gives her a perfect photographic memory and the ability to think and react far faster than a human should be capable of. She can often accurately process every possible outcome of a theoretical scenario using her knowledge of psychology (how a human or animal may act) and physics (how an object may act) to, in a sense, predict the immediate future.

The downside to this is that all her senses are in overdrive 24/7, and she can overthink the most basic of social interactions to the point where she copes by drowning her audio-visual senses with music and books, and by and large avoids social contact except when necessary.

Sex: Female

Age/Date of Birth: 15, 8/4/1984

General appearance:

Additional Appearance/costume: Prodigy's costume is simply a customised jumpsuit, altered to her measurements and dyed with turquoise and gold diagonal stripes. Om her right hand is a gauntlet that utilises similar technology to Tony Stark's Iron Man suit. Her own invention, of course.

Personality: Heidi is shy, reclusive and incredibly timid, but not unfriendly. Due to both her past, and the nature of her mutation, she is incredibly conscious of what other people think of her, both as a result of her direct actions during interactions, or just her reputation in general.

Heidi was raised to believe in mutant registration, a stance which she thoroughly believes in and defends to this day as the best path for everybody. She is also a believer that both body and mind should be used at their full potential, so will quietly judge people who slack off or abuse their bodies.

Special Skills: Heidi has Doctorates in physics, maths, psychology and electrical engineering, but her area of particular expertise is robotics. She also studies mixed martial arts, self defence, usage of firearms and runs as a hobby in order to keep her body in good condition should the need to run arise.

Place of birth: Edinburgh, Scotland

Weapon(s) of choice: Only her brain

Medical information: Hypersensitivity, social anxiety

Brief History: Heidi was brought up in a family who strongly believed in mutant registration, a view which she shared and still does to this day, but when her mutations began to manifest, her family and those in their circle suddenly branded her as dangerous and shunned her whole family. She was constantly aware that she was resented as long as she stayed there.

So she travelled to America. Unlike others who shared her views, she thought Xavier's school was a wonderful institute and was not some threat to the world. In fact, she believed that mutant registration, followed by a worldwide drive to make more schools like Xavier's, that taught young mutants how to control and accept their powers, was the future. Unfortunately she could find no allies with this philosophy. Any other pro-reg crowds either shunned her for being a mutant, or being sympathetic to untrained mutants who could accidentally cause death or destruction, whereas any other independent crowds of mutants shunned her for her pro-reg views, or her age, as all of this occurred before her 12th birthday.

She was eventually found and contacted by Xavier's school itself, and finally found a place she wasn't shunned.

Relatives: Her disgraced scottish pro-reg parents, though the X-men are her only family now.

Name: Lucia Ortoli

Alias: Elettrica

Position: 11th Grade

Abilities/powers: She has the ability to transform matter into electricity, including herself and other people. She also can innately follow paths of electricity, she also heals when absorbing electricity into her, not bullet wounds or anything but minor fractures, bones, the like.

Sex: Female

Age/Date of Birth: 9/18/1983, 16 years old

General appearance:

Additional Appearance/costume: Lucia doesn't wear any costumes or anything, she finds it harder to make synthetic clothing make the transition from matter to electricity due to some of the fabric's grounding properties.

Personality: Lucia is inherently good, with one slight exception. It was hard not to be, growing up in small town of about 300 people with eyes watching your every move, where you're the niece of a Cardinal, and the daughter of the Mayor. Maybe it was just the fact that she could't understand why anyone would want to be cruel. Not to say she didn't have her less than peachy moments, she thrived on gossip and creating gossip and she wasn't peppy or bubbly but if you started a conversation with her, she'll keep it up with you. Her faith is also a big part of her, despite what the Pope thinks of mutants at the time. .

Special Skills: She speaks four languages, English, Italian, Corsican, and French and often speaks them all at the same time since she's only ever left the island of Corsica to go to the Vatican. She also plays the violin and is proficient in fencing, ballet, and tennis.

Place of birth: Pietroso, Corsica, France.

Weapon(s) of choice: Herself, if absolutely necessary

Medical information: Nothing major

Brief History: As previously stated, she grew up in small town of Pietroso. Both sides of her family were from there and with a town that small, she was related to the majority of the town. She was the youngest of her siblings, the baby of the family if you will. The majority of her siblings were either moved out or moving out when she could first start remembering things. She was closest to her Uncle, and she had fond memories of growing up with him, until her mutation started showing. While he, and the rest of her family, publicly condemned her, he also set up for her to go to Xavier's, making sure she had more than enough in her trust fund for the rest of her life and putting her on the plan from Corsica, to Italy, to New York and making sure she got to the school in one piece. They still communicate, occasionally, and he really is the only family she has left.

Relatives: Her mother, the mayor, her father, a doctor, and her uncle, a Cardinal, are the most prevalent members of her family, although she does have many aunts and uncles, and several siblings.

Name: Chrysaor Corriender

Alias: Paradigm Shift

Position: Senior, High School

Abilities/Powers

Spatial Manipulation- Can extend a spatial field and manipulate objects in said space, and shift himself anywhere he can see at will. The former is currently uncontrollable and causes heavy damage since it is still developing. Revealed that there is a cost to his power, and is recovering from the effects from the limiter, which increased the "cost" expotentially.

Recent activity has found that the cost of his power is his own "Time". However, he would generally outlive most others naturally.

Sub power of his Spatial Manipulation: Advanced Probability- Chrys can accurately track, calculate and predict the movements of objects in his area of control. Also prevents him from shifting himself into solid objects.

Combat Body- Chrys has enhanced strength, speed, and stamina. He also is resistant to cold and heat but to -15° Celsius and 100° Celsius. He has mild resistance to energy based powers and fire. Post Limiter: Revealed that he has a minor healing factor that regenerates blood and cleans his body of illness.

Sex: Male

Age/Date of birth: 18, June 21, 1981

General Appearance:


Chrys is Sicilian Gypsy. His skin tone is a light brown and he has black hair. He bears a scar that cuts through his left eyebrow and down to his cheek. He has several tattoos, a dragon sleeve on his left arm, and a depiction of the World Tree Yggdrasil with various Norse runes outlining it. His brown eyes have specks of gold in them. 6'1" Has a large muscular frame.

Additional Appearance/Costume: When out, Chrys wears a black sleeveless hoodie with a white skull motif on the back and a skull mask. He wears several leather bands along his arms and has black and red fingerless gloves. He wears black cargo pants and black running shoes.

Personality: Chrys can come off abrasive at times but means well. He is blunt with his words, favoring truth over hiding facts. He is very open about himself to friends but guarded to others.

Chrys believes that he shouldn't judge others until they do something disrespectful to him, an instant way to get him mad. He holds no tolerance for those who openly discriminate mutants.

Special Skills: Chrys was trained in firearms, knives, swords and Close Quartes Combat. He also trains in parkour and freerunning.

Place of birth: Wisconsin, USA

Weapon of choice: A quarterstaff and a compound bow.

Medical information: Paladium based Symbiotic Virus located in his bone marrow. Halted the progression of his mutation, has been removed recently.

Brief History:

Chrys grew up a stigma in his family. His is mutation put him apart from his relatives as they are anti-mutant. His father did his best to train and help him grow but died in a car crash when Chrys turned 16. Chrys lived with his father's friend from the military until after he turned 18 when the town elected a new mayor who was anti-mutant. He left for Xavier's school to get away from the constant discrimination.

Name: Jacob Grendurr

Alias: The Hive

Position: 11th grader

Abilities/powers:
Silk Generation- Jacob is able to spew various amounts of a silky like substance from his mouth. He has two versions of this substance that he can swap to at will, a sticker version of the substance that feels gross and slimey but has great adhesive capabilities, and a dryer feeling variant with doesn’t really do much other than keep someone wearing it warm. He can fire silk up to five meters away effectively, any farther and his aim begins to taper off and the weight of the silk brings the tip of the stream to the ground. His silk is a very good insulator.

Bug and Insect Telepathy- Jacob is capable of communing with the tiny critters of the planet. From ants to a centipede, Jacob can connect with them on a hyper-mental level. Jacob is capable of full control over any genus of normal insects and bugs while also having some effects on mutants with insect like characteristics (not full control but enough to leave them confused and maybe lose their balance).

‘Stocking up’- Probably the worst part about Jacob’s mutant ability, for whatever reason when he puts on weight he has an extremely hard time working it off. This ability comes with numerous downsides but it also comes with a few perks such as being able shrug off some blunt force trauma (not even close to a superhuman level) and keeping his internal body heat up.

Sex: Male

Age/Date of Birth: 17- May 14th, 1982

General appearance:

Additional Appearance/costume:

Personality: Jacob tries to be an extrovert though he really enjoys and would rather be alone. He fully realizes that he can’t be a recluse all the time so as such he does his best to force himself into social situations with varying degrees of success. He can be pretty loud mouthed or extremely shy depending on the crowd his with.

Special Skills: Very skilled in knitting and sewing, high willpower.

Place of birth: Nova Scotia, Canada

Weapon(s) of choice: Heroes don’t need weapons!

Medical information: His Mutant ability can be somewhat detrimental.

Brief History: Jacob’s life wasn’t filled with any crippling tragedies or anything very out of the ordinary. Before Jacob was born his parents had a common dislike of mutants but most, if not all, of this hatred left the two as they found out that their only son was a mutant himself. Jacob lived a very normally life back home in Nova Scotia and was often picked for a multitude of reasons though he was never physically hurt. Eventually he just learnt to tune out anything hateful said to him and carry on. His powers manifested very early in his life around the age of two when he began coughing up balls of silk every few days. Eventually he began putting his ability to good use by learning to knit his man made silk into various things like sweaters and began selling them for a little extra cash though he never told anyone where the silk came from.

Relatives: Just his parents. He is also a very distant relative of Abraham Lincon.

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@pyromanName: Nate Snider

Alias:Refract

Position: Student

Abilities/powers: Support:Increased mass.(Wt-520lb. Ht-5"2', husky) Minor:Adheasion (AKA wall walk.) Minor:Bend Light
Major: Multiple selves. (Currently he can only make one duplicate of himself. As he matures and ages he wil be able to gain

more.)

Sex: Male

Age/Date of Birth:13 June 29th, 1986

General appearance: Short and Stocky, hair:dirty blond, skin: tan. Hazel eyes that seem to change color depending on his mood from greenish to blue when calm to redish when angered.

Additional Appearance/costume:Black pants, steel toed boots, leather jacket, dark blue, red, green or black shirts.
Personality: At first glance he seems standoffish and high and mighty, stemming from a lack of trust in others. When befriended he is wolfishly protective and shows a darker humor. Being the child of military personel who were scientists, he is blessed (or cursed) with a mind that recalls almost all it encounters and his childhood consisted of training from the time he could walk.

Special Skills: Hand to hand Martial arts, boxing, Prowling, wrestling, Military Etiquette, basic radio usage, Rifle handling, Basic
electronics and mechanics, Demolitions use and disposal and underwater Demolition, Pilotig automobiles, Hunting, land nav, identifying plants and fruits, Preserve food, skin and prepare animal hides, cooking.

Place of birth: Denver Colorado

Weapon(s) of choice: Prefers rifles and his hands

Medical information: Has a healthy fear that he is being followed. (Some times they really are out to get you.)

Brief History:Born of Nate and Rachael Snider, two military scientists working for a private investor whos goal was to harnes and develop technology covering the whole spectrum fromnanotecnology to cellular manipulation. Secretly they used a process they had
developed on themselves. "To better understand a thing, sometimes you mush become a thing," was their polocy. It turned out to be a sucess, Nate sr. Gained the ability to become pure plasma, melting anything he touched plus so much more. Rachael gained the ability to become metalic. They kept these abilities plus others unknown, to themselves and away from their bosses for many
years, then Rachael became pregnant. Fearing that their child would be born with abilities and become a lab rat to their bosses,
Nate and Rachae made contingencies. They contacted a professor they'd heard about through back channels, telling him that should
something happen to them or should he be found out they would need a place for him to learn and grow in safety. They set aside a
rainy day fund to cover any needs Nate jr. would have.
Nine months late Nate jr. was born, not a sign of any non normal gene was to be found. Over the next twelve years Nate jr. was raised and taught anything and everything his parents could toss his way. He seemed to retain information at an astounding rate, learning survival and many other useful tools for staying out of the sight of those who might one day take Nates parents away,
all the while Nate sr. and Rachael continued to develop and study technology for their organization, keeping their own
enhancements secret.They kept a close eye on Nate jr to ensure he was a normal child, and for a while it seemed their fears could
rest, then came the fated day that everything changed.
It was Nate jr's twelth birthday, all the neiborhood kids were envited to a great party with baloon's, bounce houses, music and food, all was going well then Nate jr fell ill. He went up stares to his room to see if it was just a side effect off too much
cake that just needed to be slept off. To make sure no one else got sick just in case Nate jr had cought a cold, Nate sr and
Rachael sent all the guests home with left overs. They had just finished cleaning up the party when they heard a huge crash from
inside the house, as if a car had smashed into the house. They raced inside to find the living room a mess. There was a large
hole in the celing and another in the floor, the couch had been smashed in half. They looked up through the hole in the celing to see the reminants of Nate jr's bed, then down through the hole in the floor. Still wrapped in his bedding, some of his smashed bed and pieces of the couch, Nate jr was laying asleep in a small crator in the congrete bacement floor. When Nate sr tried to lift Jr he was unable to. Even though Nate jr looked the same in size, he now weighted several hundred pounds more then he had when he went to bed.
Nate sr and Rachael were greated the next day at work by a containment crew. They had brought Nate jr to work to run some
tests to see what else had happened to his physiology, instead they were greeted by the angry looks and words of their boss as he told them to kneel down and put their hands behind their heads, they were now the property of the organization, and through it
the United States Government. Nate sr hugged Rachael and Nate jr, nodding to Rachael then turned back to his boss, a small smile
playing across his face. Rachael hugged Nate jr, kissing him and telling him to find the professor, "You will find the info at the trainstation, locker 313." Tears rolling down her face she grabbed Nate jr and hurled him out the front door, her skin becomming
metalic, then she hurld herself into the mass of guards sorounding them. Nate sr became a conflagoration, roaring as the guards
unloaded M16 ammo into him. Nate jr heard his name called in both his parents voiced as his father went nova. Nates instincts flared as a shimmering field sorounded him befor he hit the ground, redirecting a nova of heat and energy that washed over him,
incinerating everything withing a five block area of the compound.
The next few hours were a blurr. Nate jr recalled seeing his mothers metalic form become slag as his fathers body become a
nova and winked out of existance, leaving a flattened area where the compound used to be. Nate jr saw lights and faces but the
next thing he recalled was sitting infront of locker 313, a phone in his hand a voice on the other end giving condolences to his
loss, then all was a blurr till he awoak in a soft bed looking up at the face of the professor. The only though on his mind, "If
mom could trust him, I should." "Hello Professor, Im Nate," was all he could get out before pain over whelmed him and his world
was a roar, then oblivion.
Relatives: Nate and Rachael Snider:Deceased

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Name:
Richard(Rick) Augustus Richardson

Alias:
Brick

Position: (if you are a teacher, please state what you teach. if you are a student, what grade are you in?)

Abilities/powers:
Mineral Absorption: The basis of his powers. He has the ability to touch an inorganic material and absorb it into the first layers of his skin, requiring a MINIMUM of 10 lbs of material. For 'full immersion' of his internal organs and the like; it requires a minimum of 100 lbs of material to absorb. Note, the absorption process draws from the available materials, taking it from the environment can put holes in walls or weaken structures.

Mineral transformation: When absorbed, he can manipulate the surrounding mineral of the same kind. In example: After absorbing asphalt, he can make asphalt spikes shoot up out of the street but The limit is the mass around available to manipulate with the same risk of structural damage.

Superhuman Endurance: When he absorbs the materials, it provides him a greatly strengthened physical endurance to withstand blows that would normally hurt, harm, or maim his normal self. If he absorbs enough material, he can be immune to flames, drowning or crushing weight like colossus.

Mineral Phasing: Similar to his transformation, after absorbing the material, he can 'sink' into the material he is part of. Such as to pass through a brick wall or sink down into the concrete floor of a parking garage to evade attacks. The evidence of his passing is clearly visible and easy to track.

Sex:
Male

Age/Date of Birth:
24 07/05/1975

General appearance:

6'0" 180/ 7'0" 200-300

Additional Appearance/costume:


Personality:
He's a very protective of those he call friends, which is a hard hurdle for him to get over at the moment. Whilst the bravery of a firefighter to stand up to danger, he is now pyrophobic and will 'turtle up'. He played baseball for 4 years so he is a good team player that can follow a leaders orders, he himself seems to lack the knack of leadership but perhaps that is something merely needing to be unlocked.

Special Skills:
Fire safety and firefighting techniques, he can drive emergency equipment. Varsity baseball kept him an agile runner as well as a great swinging arm

Place of birth:
Richardson, Tx

Weapon(s) of choice:
Firefighter Ax. Steel bat.

Medical information:
PTSD, Pyrophobic

Brief History:
He was supposed to be the fourth generation of police officers, but he watched how much the others in the family would worry every time the news spoke of a wounded or fallen officer, so he chose to become a fire-fighter instead. He felt it was a less dangerous way to save people's lives. He joined the junior firefighters and did his best to graduate quickly.

He had a girl on his arm, a Letterman jacket from JV and Varsity football, a car he could borrow at a moment notice, and the trust of his family. It wasn't some heroic moment, it wasn't some heinous crime. It just happened...

He was in church already not feeling too good, everything felt heavy and sluggish like he was wading through water. It was a hundred and hell outside so no one saw his fever coming when he ran out side to throw up and collapsed behind the abbey onto the cement floor. That was when his first manifestation occurred, someone came to see if he was alright but suddenly ran for cover as his skin turned grey as a storm cloud. No, clouds, Concrete. He was turning to stone right before their eyes as it crawled up his skin, tearing his clothes as he grew in size. But it didn't stop with just his skin as juts of rock shoved out of his body until he was cocooned inside of a boulder sitting in a crater.

A moment later the rock shattered and he emerged back to normal. But the damage had been done, someone had seen him change. Thankfully, it was of his brothers from the firehouse who swore to help keep a lid on it while he figured it out back at their home. He spent the next couple of days trying to understand who and what, the best he could figure out is that if he touched rock, he became rock...sometimes.

He tried to use his gift as best he could to try and be a better firefighter He would often touch the ground like a good luck charm before going into the building, turning into stone under all of his firefighting gear. Unfortunately this did increase his mass significantly enough that he fell through a weakened floor into the basement of a house, which made it it collapse as the structure was compromised, pinning him and the only other person who knew his secret.

Rick had to lay there, immune to the fire and the crushing weight of wood as his friend screamed and cried for his mother for minutes on end until he died in the fire. As far as anyone knew, both died that day.

Rick awoke later that day in the back of a truck, on his way to a place where he can learn to hone his powers.

Relatives:
Mom-Director Of Nurses at the old-folks home
Dad-Professional Barfly at the old cop bar
Aunt-Bartender at the old cop bar
Sister-County Sheriff

Name: Christopher Harris

Alias: Gravitas

Position: Grade 11

Abilities/powers: Localized Gravity Manipulation, attraction, repulsion, complete resistance to G-Force on his body

Sex: Male

Age/Date of Birth: 17 - 14-02-1982

General appearance: He is of medium length, with short, slicked back brown hair. His sedentary lifestyle has left him slightly overweight, something that does not bother him as he does not see the point in being or trying to be attractive for others. He wears his tailored suits, often in muted browns and grays. He also likes wearing his handmade leather shoes, which he has made each year for Christmas as a gift to himself. He wears glasses, something his is used to since he had needed them since he was two. His skin, especially that of his arms and legs are very white - since he seldom goes outside.

Additional Appearance/costume: N/A

Personality & Brief History: Christopher comes from a reasonably well off family - who own both gold and diamond mines, where most of the characters that make up the group were either exceptionally brilliant or brilliantly ruthless. While he did inherit their prized intelligence, he was loathe to use it - preferring to be delightfully average. Unlike the rest of his brood, he is a reserved, gentle person who chooses to recognize the dignity in others, rather than seeing them as potential exploitation sources. As such, his parents chose to ignore him for the most part, grooming his brothers and sisters into the corporate demons of tomorrow. He in turn chose to spend his time reading the classics when readable, listening to them when not - and when the local Theater showed something beautiful - he would take one of the family cars and spend the evening bathing in the splendor of the opera. It was on one of these evenings, where he was dressed in his favorite overcoat and embroidered scarf - when upon his way out he heard his parents fighting. Being a Pacifist for the most part - he would have closed his ears and simply passed them, but when he heard them screaming about him - about how he would not amount to anything, how he lacked the nerve to do what must be done, he felt his heart constrict. He knew they preferred the others, but he had taken their ambivalence to be some quiet sort of acceptance. Now he knew they simply did not know what to do with the family's big disappointment. Later that evening, after having fled the house, he sat in the theater - his eyes glinting in the dark, his hands shaking and his heart aching. When the final few notes of the Queen of the Night Aria concluded, the queen mother threatening her daughter with abandonment should she disappoint her... should she fail her... that it felt like a wave broke, as if all things that held him to the earth let go and gravity no longer mattered. When everyone left the theater later the evening, it was to cars and street signs and other objects in disarray. It took him a few more days to realize it had been his fault. He speedily contacted the family lawyers, had them contact the school of Xavier, and transfer all his credits and finances to another account. He was also to get Christopher's travel documents in order. A casual lie about his current school not providing enough cerebral stimulation pacified his parents - who seemed relieved that he would be leaving soon. He got on their plane by the next week, having said goodbye to the two or three people he would actually miss - before setting off to America.

Special Skills: He can play the piano, and can read and type beyond average speeds. He can speak Four languages and understand three more.

Place of birth: Johannesburg South-Africa

Weapon(s) of choice: N/A

Medical information: His left eye is near sighted and his right is far sighted and malformed. As such he has to wear rather thick glasses if he wants to see in more than blurs. He is also rather unfit, and can't run far or lift heavy things - his powers however make up for this, as he can make things as light or heavy as he want's them to be.

Relatives: Father and Mother - Gold and Diamond Mining magnates - two bothers and one sister - All non-mutant.

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Name: Draven Collewell
Alias: Crotalus

General appearance: Dark hair, 5'4", well muscled, Green eyes, tan skin.
Additional Appearance/costume:Armoni Suit

Personality:Cold and calculating. Seems to study everything around him.

Special Skills: Combat specialist
Place of birth: Unknown

Weapon(s) of choice: Blades and Fists

Medical information:

Brief History: Long ago on a planet wrought with war and strife, Crotalus was the product of an attemp

to have a better, faster, stronger, deadlier warrior. If all had gone well with his creators plans he

would have been put through a process that would have grown him the first 16 years in a matter of days.

As often happens in societies of strife, someone else had a better idea of how to kill the enemy and in

the process caused a black whole in the very center of the planet. The pod that Crotalus was being

grown in was shunted through space, the gravitational pull of the black whole acting like a super

charged gun barrel. His pod stopped when it crashed on earth. The pod was destroyed on impact and

Crotalus was left in the heart of a vulcano. He emerged many years later and started looking into what

his programming pushed him to be. Looking for a war to fight he was introduced to human histories and

found he would always have a reason to be.
The most recent war has caught his attention, the war between the humans and their cousins those with

advanced genitics. A petty fight to be sure, but who is Crotalus to argue?

Name: Bonny Bonavide

Alias: Figment

Position: Student (Grade 11)

Abilities/powers:

Main power:
Subconscious matter manipulation- an ability only usable whilst asleep, this power allows the user to warp surrounding matter in a way so that it corresponds to the contents of the users dreams. For example, if the user has a dream that their purse came to life and tried eating people, then their purse would indeed do so. Likewise, if their dream involved their pillow turning into spiders and crawling everywhere, said transformation would happen. The manipulations can only last so long as the user is unconscious, and automatically returns to normal once they wake up.

Supporting/Minor abilities:
REM sleep control- Hastens or delays the REM sleep cycle, meaning that a person can dream right as they fall unconscious

Dream control- though not refined, this ability allows a user to lucidly dream and somewhat manipulate the contents of their dreams. The current level of skill for this character is at a stage in which they can wake themselves up from a potentially dangerous nightmare or somewhat control what things in their dreams do, but not choose what changes in their dreams (for example, if a fish turns into a mermaid, the person dreaming can propose to this new mermaid in the dream that they should watch TV or do something non destructive).

Sex: Female

Age/Date of Birth: 16/ July 12, 1983

General appearance: She's a puff. Her hair is a pitch black matted mess, and it's a question to ask if she keeps it brushed. It reaches a little bit lower than the middle of her back, and attempting to brush it will leave you with a broken brush and even more broken hopes. She looks constantly tired, and you'll notice the rings under her eyes before anything else about her. Her eyes themselves are an orangey-brown colour. She's roughly 5 foot 3, and will glare anyone down that comments on her height in any size, shape or form. She doesn't wear any makeup, leaving her scraggly hair and bagged eyes looking perpetually like she just woke up, or stayed up all night writing a ten page philosophy paper on human knowledge. Most of the time indoors you'll be able to catch her in PJ's, specifically pink ones with little white dragons scattered on them in a pattern and a pair of comfy, fluffy pink slippers. When she's required to look semi decent for going outside, her go to attire for any kind of weather is a baggy white sweater, black sweatpants, some black sneakers and a yellow purse that holds various snacks and plush toys. If it is far too hot out for the sweater (a fact she will rarely admit to), she switches to a white t shirt instead. She almost always has coffee on her, and the rare case she's without she's usually looking for more.

Additional Appearance/costume: Currently, she has no combat suit or costume. However, she will try passing off wearing pj's as a combat costume, simply because they're comfortable.

Personality: It is pretty easy to label Bonny as a mean or insensitive person, though she is far from. Her near constant exhaustion makes her rather snippy, and what she passes off as a playful comment or joke could be taken as an insult from how she presents it. She's rather sarcastic and almost always sounds tired, portraying a figure of someone that doesn't care about anything going on around them. Though she will rarely directly insult someone, she'll passive agressivley snip at them if they're behaving in a way she sees as inappropriate or annoying. She will make jokes in the most deadpan of voices so that the presentation itself is more entertaining than whatever she said. It's rather hard to legitimately anger her, though not so hard to irritate her. When angered or offended, she chooses silence and glares to get her anger across. When she isn't sassing someone for something they've said, she just sounds tired and is pretty chill and sociable. Might even smile and crack a non sassy joke and try to start up conversation. Though at first she can come off as slightly insensitive due to her easy to irritate temper and nearly boundless sass (not to mention she looks exhausted almost constantly), if you spend the time to get to know her you'll find that a lot of her passive joking isn't to offend or harm, and that she's a good friend who adores hugs and will try to cheer you up by distracting you from the problem. Very scared of needles and thunderstorms, and she wasn't heavily brought up into any religion.

Special Skills: She took theater in her old high school so she can sing and act, and she's rather good at baking from her grandmother teaching her.

Place of birth: Ontario, Canada.

Weapon(s) of choice: N/A

Medical information: Other than running on three to five hours of sleep a day and the amount of caffeine she consumes, Bonny is overall pretty healthy. Not a bodybuilder by far, but she does keep in relative shape. She does have asthma, however, so activity is limited to a degree.

Brief History: Bonny spent a large portion of her life in Canada with her parents, with her Grandmother living in the USA. Neither of her parents were mutants, but her grandmother on her mothers side was. Her parents didn't necessarily hate mutants (they had them in the family, after all), but they weren't the most supportive family when Bonnys powers came in. Especially not at first, when her dreams caused havoc in the house and nightmares became dangerous for them to live through. Pressured from putting up with rampant powers and slightly fearful for their safety, Bonnys parents sent them to her grandmother. She moved when she was 14, and although her grandmother was helpful and kind in helping Bonny learn basic control of her powers, the two both knew she'd have to learn them seriously in case they went haywire. So, when the letter arrived in the mail, both of them were excited for the chance for Bonny to go to the institute.

Relatives: She lives/lived with her grandmother, and she isn't in strong contact with her parents or many other people in her family. Her grandmother is her first go to place, and likewise her only go to place for family.