Name: Óscar Guijarro

False ID Name: Tony Bamanaboni/Omega.

Nationality: Swedish, lived most of his life in Spain, escaped from Franco's regime.

Age: 27
Height: 1,89 Metres.

Weight: 21.00 kg/m2

Appearance: Óscar is simple at first sight, his body being that of an average male of his age, but it seems that he takes care of his health and body, shown by is slightly muscular body: Nothing too crazy, but he's fit. He tends to wear dark, baggy clothing, tending to choose black amongst all other colors. He also seems to be a fan of numerous comics. He also dons a full beard, completed with a black pompadour that he takes care of, sometimes putting it softly under the hood of his...well, hoody. His eyes are brown, which aren't really special or anything, but he sometimes seems to have some sort of twitch on the left one, the causes are unknown, more than likely accumulated stress of some sort. He has baggy eyes, possibly related to his unscheduled sleeping time and/or insomnia.



Other Appearance: Lumberjack beard, seemingly over-enthusiastic most of the time, multiple tattoos on his arms, which vary from skulls to roses, passing by Spanish words as tattoos.

Superpower(s): Liquid Manipulation.
So, Óscar's power is basically a form of..."concentrated telekinesis": Instead of moving all matter, it centers itself on liquid substances, being able to concentrate more "power" onto them...either being able to manipulate them with more force, skill (such as creating very tiny filaments of water) or freezing/heating up the water or whatever substance it is.

On early stages, the substance must be on his cone of vision, to concentrate more...but at later "levels" and ranks, he can sense the liquids of the room he is in, and practicing may even get him to alter the ones in another room, or even building.

This power is purely for entertainment, but can be used as an attack method or defense: Either boiling someone's face with some water, crushing someone with enough water or even expanding someone's blood and making them explode, but each of these "states" consumes more and more stamina, leaving him tired and unable to do anything. He could also, hypothetically, create the shape of a sword with water and freeze it, obtaining weapons, shields, even ammo for bows and such. I know ice isn't really hard, but I'm sure it hurts.

Weaknesses:

-Óscar is human, his physique is treated as such...so physically he's like every other human, fit and all.

-He's sometimes too brave, vouching for himself and biting more than he can chew, finding himself in numerous bad situations.

-Emotions, he is really the emotive guy. If he sees something that gets him sad, you can clearly see it, and he sometimes acts due to emotions, not planning ahead.

-His power is really useless in early stages, maybe he can use it on very very rare occasions, but it isn't powerful until he has got experience with it.

-Even though he may seem antisocial, he is really, really outgoing, so he often talks about things that he shouldn't.

-Also, Óscar loves black humor, and that can get him in sketchy situations if people take it wrong.

Skills: Knows how to stealth practically anywhere, also knowing Spanish, English, French and Swedish. He also knows how to lockpick doors, due to having to steal while young. His "job" has given him a much needed skill of acting and performing in general, knowing how to play at least 2 instruments and to sing.

Personality:

He isn't the smartest guy in the world, that's for sure. He also isn't the most kind-hearted person either, seemingly taking care of his own before others and more than once running away from a situation, but once you get to know him, you can see that there is more that catches the eye. If you take care of him, he will take care of you. He's a believer of the status-quo and the karma, meaning that if you do something to him, he will do exactly the same to you, good or bad. Since stuff happened while he was a child, Óscar feels the need of love: Not just sexual love, but friendship and overall care. Most of the time you can find him listening to music, trying to zone himself out of the world, so he doesn't think about anything and just...be there. If he finds someone that needs him, he'll be there for them, but most of the time they don't return the favor, sending him into a spiral of sadness and drinking, thinking that nothing in the world would change if he wasn't here. He tends to hide under humor, most of the time being unfunny and/or offensive, but getting the job done and making him look like a normal unemotional idiot. Also, his movements are sudden and really... "special", often making use of his hands while talking to give them more emphasis; this also affects his overall actions, such as singing while walking on the street, dancing to a song without actually knowing how to dance, etc...

History: Óscar was born in Sweden, later being taken to Spain due to the sheer pressure of his father, wanting him to know how Spain was like...but then Franco came up to the power, putting up a dictatorial regime all over the country and allying with the Axis, even tho he literally did nothing in the war, just letting Hitler test some bombs on a city of "Euskadi". Óscar wasn't the best at school, but watching how the Civil War halved the country and how that fucking nazi came up to power? Oh no, he wasn't up for that, he was out of there. He left his studies, finishing the basics and going out of the country onto Europe, first stop? Occupied France.

Since he didn't finish his studies, he didn't get anything special...and since music was a big part of Spain and it was really having a good catch on all countries, he decided to become a musician/singer/actor, all in once, starting in a small café of France. He was really good, knowing how to introduce the songs and even entertain the watchers with his jokes and even just talking with them, before starting to play that acoustic guitar as just a "flamenco" can do, pulling the strings and playing besides them, not with them, letting them flow as they want and continuing the rhythm as the guitar tells him.

Once, coming out of a café, he saw multiple Nazi officers beating down a French civilian, that just flicked him off, after watching so much pain back in Madrid, Zaragoza, Barcelona, Valencia...and now even here? Well, now he could do something. "Hey!" he yelled at them, pressing his knuckles as the officers advanced towards him, before one of them got tackled down and KO'd with a punch straight to the nose. Óscar was quickly grabbed, being thrown onto the ground as the rain poured down on everyone, multiple wounds appearing on his face as he started to bleed, anger building inside him as the rain seemed to stop; all of the raindrops suddenly aimed themselves at the nazis, throwing themselves at them right before turning into ice-bullets. He woke up sometime later, still night, surrounded by dead officers that had "bullet" holes in every part of their body, their eyes popped off as he ran off, trying to understand what was happening.

A week later, he was already doing "vigilante" work, fighting off bands of officers and pro-germany assholes that even dared to touch a peaceful civilian. It seems he attracted attention, since some weird persons tried multiple times to catch him, loosing him always in rainy nights, almost as if he could hide in the water. He moved to England, where he continued to do "justice" whilst also practicing with the guitar and making a living. Finally, the weird people caught up with him in a café as he was drinking. "Welp, here I am...you can detain me now..." he said, right before he understood what was going on, smirking as he did.

Equipment: Basic lockpicking tools, a swiss knife, and tons of bottle of either plain water or cooking oil.

Name: Henry Blair Ashmore

False ID Name: Tommy Ashwell

Nationality: British

Age: 18

Height: 6'0"

Weight: 171 lbs

Appearance:


Henry appears relatively young for his age, with a clean shaven face and hair always worn in a loose, slicked-back fashion. Standing at 6'0" he is tall - although not imposingly so - with a slender but proportionate build. Due to his class he is always sharply dressed, and as a result of poor eyesight is almost always seen to be wearing glasses.

Other Appearance: N/A

Superpower(s): Henry is a shape-shifter. His cells have the extraordinary ability to mimic those of other living organisms, and as such he can alter his appearance and physical characteristics at will. This not only gives him the power to assume the form of other humans, but of animals too. The remarkable ability allows him to replicate others' down to the most minuscule of details, including fingerprints, retinas, and even DNA itself. Having himself tested the capabilities of his powers in a lab, Henry can comfortably state that his powers of mimicry are perfect to the nth degree.
However, restricted by the law of conservation of energy, Henry's raw physical power can never exceed that of his own. While he may be able to shape-shift into a lion or a bear, his strength will remain unchanged. Interestingly, this concept applies in the opposite scenario as well. Should he chose to morph into a person or creature who is smaller than he is, his physical power will still be that of a young man.

Skills: Having been raised in an affluent, upper-class household, Henry received some of the finest private education in the country. As a result he is extremely academic, excelling in a number of subjects. Not only is Henry a mathematical whiz, but also an outstanding scientist - in particular being fascinated with biology as a result of his superpowers. Alongside this he casually speaks a variety of languages, including French, and is nearly fluent in German.

Personality: Henry is a quiet individual. Although not necessarily shy, he is far from outgoing and usually opts to listen rather than speak when matters don't concern him. Despite this, he is a fairly upbeat - perhaps due to only having experienced the best of life. When engaged in conversation he is happily talkative, if a little awkward, and is even known to rant when discussing something he finds particularly interesting. Those who have met him often comment on his kind-hearted demeanour, and genuine passion for understanding the world. His picture perfect smile is also said to be infectious.
On the other hand, Henry's sheltered lifestyle has resulted in him having little real world experience. Having never had to fight for anything in his life, he lacks independence and would feel lost if he were to live anywhere but his family's comfortable estate. Not only does he lack the ability to cook and clean for himself, Henry is also woefully out of his depth when it comes to working in a real job. Until now the only work he has ever done would be to occasionally help his father with the accounts on his numerous businesses.

History: Being young, there is not much history to Henry Ashmore. The son of an extremely wealthy business man - who dealt in nearly all of Great Britain's key industries at one point or another - Henry grew up in a grand estate situated on the Cambridgeshire suburbs. Being little more than an hour from London, the Ashmore estate offered the perfect middle ground between work and relaxation for Henry's father, who nevertheless veered more towards work. His mother sadly died during child-birth, and while Henry evidently survived, it left a hole in the family that could not be filled. While Henry did not have a lonely childhood, he was well aware of the prolonged absences of his father. He could only assume that his father was filling the gap with work, and so too did Henry.
It was around the time Henry had turned five years old that his various nannies and maids of the estate began to make hushed talk of his strange 'abilities'. Those who worked in the house overheard an argument between Henry's main carer, and the Lord of the estate, Henry's father. The nanny was reportedly in hysterics, claiming that she had seen the face of Lady Ashmore on that of young Henry one night as she put him to sleep. Had this been any other nanny Lord Ashmore may well have terminated her contract immediately and told her to leave the estate for daring to make such absurd accusations, but this was not just any nanny, she had cared for Henry since birth and was well respected among the staff. After a night of heated discussion Lord Ashmore convinced the nanny to return to work, but gossip continued as it always does.
In retrospect, the situation was comical, if not slightly unnerving. As it turned out, the nanny had indeed seen the face of Henry's mother in place of the young boys own. Having seen portraits of his mother around the house, Henry was left to wonder at what she might have been like if she were still alive. He thought so often of her, recalling the portraits every night before he slept, that he involuntarily triggered the awakening of his powers. On the night the nanny claimed she had seen Lady Ashmore's face, Henry's own cells had actually mimicked the appearance of his mother’s face. Of course, Lord Ashmore did not come to realise this until much later.
After being privately educated for most of his life, Henry went on to study at the prestigious University of Oxford when he turned eighteen. Being a naturally gifted mathematician he pursued this career with the backing of his father, who one day hoped that Henry would take over the family business.
His abilities were not taboo, although knowledge of them was kept strictly amongst close family and household staff. As he grew up, Henry learned to master his powers and study them alongside his real academic studies. His father preferred to distance himself from the situation, but despite this he was intrigued. As the war continued, Lord Ashmore had inevitably become involved in the production of arms and ammunition, and because of this he had friends in high places. Talk of the Westminster League of Extraordinary Individuals had been filtered down through various levels of government secrecy and was nothing more that speculation when it reached him - anyone else may have dismissed it. Luckily for Lord Ashmore, he did not.

Equipment:
- Standard British field agent gear
- Enfield No. 2 Service Pistol: Given to Henry more to fill his holster than anything else. While his father does occasionally take him fox-hunting, he has no real experience with firearms.
- A small notepad, along with a biro, pencil, and sharpener

Name: Jean Calvert

False ID Name: Louis Cambronne

Nationality: French

Age: 23.

Height: 184 CM

Weight: 75 kilograms

Appearance: Jean is a lean man with an athletic build, and tall for a Frenchman. He has strong, coal black hair and green eyes, and a plain face. He has grown a black stubble.

Other Appearance: Jean has small scars all over his body from different accidents and military training.

Superpowers: Camouflage.

Jean has the ability to camouflage himself, his clothes and equipment to suit his surroundings. It doesn't make him invisible, but a much harder target to detect. Jean is like a human chameleon. He also seems to have keen senses, especially eyesight, but not extraordinarily high. Continous camouflage can leave Jean exhausted, and he eats more than a regular man, as his metabolism works more efficiently.

Skills: Jean has been trained by the British to act as a commando during his stay on the British Isles. He also served in the French Army during the Invasion, and thus has a wide knowledge on explosives, different weapons and tactics. He can speak French, German and English fluently thanks to his upbringing.

Jean has good knowledge of history, especially European history.

Personality: An easy going man and a gambler by an outside observer, but a thoughtful and serious man inside. He might joke when stressed, but also often focuses on the mission at hand.

Jean has been educated in many good schools, and as such can appear to be quite smart and appreciative of information. He is curious and perceptive. Thanks to his sniper training, he is a calm person and cool nerved when laying an ambush.

History: Born into a upper-class French family on June 6th, 1918, Jean was given the best education available at the time. Jean had unremarkable childhood, but during his teens, Jean started to find himself able to camouflage himself. At first it wasn't very practical ability, but as the time went on and he got older, the ability grew stronger. He was using the skill to pull pranks on his friends. He has lived most of his life in Paris.

During his late teens, Jean became romantically involved with a Parisian singer named Emma d'Anjou - the surname being her stage name, but they shared many an afternoon in the Parisian cafes nonetheless. Emma and her family were secular Jews, and her parents were humble barkeepers. She often sang in the family's bar and in a couple other establishments. Emma was a pretty brunette with blue eyes, who dreamed of travelling one day to America, to start acting and singing in New York, but as her family wasn't very wealthy, she continued singing in Paris, hoping that some manager or agent might someday pick her for a musical or something similar. The couple broke up after an argument over Emma's dream to become a famous actress.

Some days, Jean passed his time playing cards with his friends, becoming good in a few card games and mastering a couple magic tricks. He also gained a taste for Calvados in his youth.

Before the war, Jean became a Corporal in the French Army, serving as a sniper. He could use his camouflage skill to blend with the environment and sneak upon his fellow soldiers. The officers were amazed by the skill of Jean, who didn't share his secret ability. Jean left the army in 1938 after his two-year service period. Jean attended university, studying history and archaeology for a year before the war broke out, and he was called back to the army. He took part in several battles and skirmishes, often working alone behind the enemy lines and evading capture multiple times. As France was invaded by the Germans, Jean managed to escape France by boat from Dunkirk as the BEF (British Expeditionary Force) was evacuated. He was able to capture a Parabellum pistol, but had to leave his French sniper rifle behind.

After arriving the British Isles, Jean revealed his power to an intelligence officer, and was ear marked for a special unit that was on the talks on highest levels of the government - the Ministry of Ungentlemanly Warfare, better known as the Special Operations Executive. He was trained in sabotage, explosives, radio transmission and other fields of ungentlemanly warfare. In 1941, Jean was transferred to the Westminster League.

Equipment:

A 7.62x39 mm Winchester Model 75 carbine with a scope, folding stock and ammunition.
(Basically, an ahistorical carbine model of the Model 70 I made up.)
A 9x19 mm Parabellum 1908/Luger pistol, holster and ammunition.
OSS field agent equipment
Flashlight with batteries.
A small notebook serving as a sniper's memo.