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It might just be the time for the return of the fabulous Tanya Lamont.

Or maybe I'll make a dude for once.


Which ever you choose, I'll be happy to look it over.
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G M A N N O U N C E M E N T:
P.R.C.U. (The Pacific Royal Collegiate and University) has been added to the Organizations Post. This may be useful to anyone considering a Hyperhuman character.
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@Lord Wraith I like your name. I'm definitely watching this.
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F R E D E R I C K B L A C K W E L L ◼ 2 2 F E B R U A R Y , 1 9 9 0 ( 2 6 ) ◼ M A L E ◼ H Y P E R H U M A N

▼ A P P E A R A N C E:
"Honey, you've got a big storm comin'."
//STATS:
◼ HEIGHT | 6ft

◼ WEIGHT | 166lbs

◼ BUILD | Athletic

◼ HAIR COLOR | Blonde

◼ EYE COLOR | Grey-blue

//DESCRIPTION:
Freddie is a good-looking guy. Sure, a healthy diet and a regular fitness routine keeps him in great shape, but his angular features, blonde locks and piercing eyes certainly don't hurt his appeal. He is infallibly well-dressed, and it would be fair to say that he often looks like he has spent a lot of money on his clothes - because he has. Freddie has a certain confidence about him, most present in his elevated posture and his almost-cocky smile; though the appearance of the latter is rare. He is usually seen to appear serious, and has a decidedly cold demeanour that is almost stand-offish.

▼ B I O G R A P H Y:
"Whether Tempter sent, or tempest-tossed thee here ashore..."
Frederick James Michael Blackwell had a privileged upbringing; his name's Frederick James Michael Blackwell, for goodness' sake. Unfortunately, there is little redeeming backstory to his silver-spooned life; there was no challenge, no hard graft or labour. Blackwell's Publishing was founded in the 1800s; Freddie's father James had inherited it from his father, Michael, to whom it was betrothed by his own father, Frederick... Yes, we're talking about that kind of upbringing, where teenage bedrooms were cleaned by maids and family meals were cooked by chefs. He was one of many children, and whilst their parents loved them all unconditionally, the attention they were able to afford them between their busy schedules was scarce. Freddie supposed this emotional distance came in useful as he matured, because it would soon become obvious that he wasn't quite like his brothers.

Frederick's life changed in two dramatic ways around the time he was sixteen years old. The hormones kicked in, and Freddie realised that he was into dudes. This shocked absolutely nobody, except Freddie. But, unfortunately for him, it was soon apparent that being queer was fairly low on his list of immediate concerns. As his Hyperhuman influence over the weather began to manifest, Frederick (and the rest of the Blackwells) soon realised that he was harbouring a power far beyond his control. His father was aware through his Masonic connections that the Alexandria Foundation had some decidedly questionable practices, and Freddie's parents were reluctant to send him to any of the 'special schools' run by the organisation. Fortunately for our privileged Not-So-Straight White Male, mummy and daddy were able to fund his move stateside, where he studied at the Pacific Royal Collegiate & University; a prestigious academy for Hyperhumans, run by H.E.L.P. He spent some years there, learning to control his powers, and generally coming out of his shell. He'd always been a shy theatre kid at heart, but learning to regulate his tempestuous emotions (Hey, he's a Pisces) as part of his power training allowed him to build more stable relationships, too. By the time he graduated, he had blossomed; both emotionally and physically.

As the second-youngest Blackwell and with a father who was very much still alive, Freddie wasn't about to be running the publishing corporation any time soon, and so he decided to stay in America. He built a life for himself there, living for various amounts of time in Seattle, Atlanta and New York City. He basically spent his days doing what any young heir would do; drinking, partying, buying stuff he didn't need, and having a disgusting amount of sex; both with men and women; because hey, he's grown up now, and tits are fun. So whilst he might not be a bigshot CEO, Freddie was decidedly living his best life as a transatlantic, newly-bisexual millionaire who just so happens to be able to control the weather. They say it's always sunny in Philadelphia, but Freddie has never been because it's always sunny wherever he wants it to be.

That was, until he heard about Crescent City. Seeing the news and reading the crazy theories about the relentless storm, Freddie decided it would be an experience to head over and fix their problem. A flick of his wrist and he'd have the storm sent on its merry way, the city indebted and every twink and cougar in town wanting a piece of him. It was the perfect plan for a weekend away.

And so he booked the ticket: a return flight to Crescent City on Delta Air Lines. First Class.


▼ M O T I V A T I O N / O B J E C T I V E:
"Here I go, into the eye of the storm..."
Freddie has been brought up to have no real drive or ambition; nor does he have the need to. With a seemingly endless stream of money, Frederick has little motivation to accomplish anything. He's doing just fine, thank you very much. But when he arrives in Crescent City, Freddie is faced with a situation that is almost entirely foreign to him: things aren't going his way. The storm won't budge, no matter how hard he wills it to. Not to mention, the hard-working city-dwellers are completely uninterested in his vapid existence. Realising that he could be on the cusp of doing something that could actually make a difference, Freddie becomes obsessed with figuring out the mystery of the storm, as he tries to leave his hedonistic ways behind and seek a greater sense of purpose.

▼ A B I L I T I E S / S K I L L S:
"Batten down the hatches, bitches. I ain't holding shit back, oh at all."
//ABILITIES:
◼ METEOROKINESIS | Freddie is able to influence the weather. He can shift a small town from a sweltering summer's day to an arctic snowstorm and back again before the Weather Channel can say... Whatever it is that's on their autocue. He can summon gale-force winds, blinding fogs and fire bolts of lightning at those who displease him. There is little limit to what he can achieve meteorologically, when he puts his mind to it. If it's a naturally-occurring weather phenomenon, chances are Freddie can whip it up, if you give him enough time.

//SKILLS:
◼ MINDFULNESS | Freddie's powers are connected directly to his emotions, and the biggest challenge in teaching him to control his abilities, was to first teach him to control his feelings. The staff at the PRCU spent countless hours training him in various methods of meditation and ways of practicing mindfulness. This has resulted in Freddie maturing into a very calm, collected person. He is highly aware of his emotions, and able to invoke them at will; forcing himself to be angry, in order to bolster his storms, or recalling his happiest memories to brighten his skies.

◼ ACTING & DECEPTION | Being a theatre kid for much of his school life, especially at the PRCU, Freddie has become quite the prodigious actor. Perhaps owing in part to his control over his emotions, Freddie is very easily able to portray certain moods in a highly convincing fashion; even if he is not necessarily feeling them. Coupled with his intellect and creativity, this skill also makes Freddie a great liar; whilst he usually uses this to exaggerate his way into people's beds, it has the potential to be used in more resourceful ways.

◼ INTELLIGENCE & LOGIC | Whilst his hedonistic, spoilt rich-boy ways might lead haters to discredit him as dense, this would be a poor judgement. Freddie has always demonstrated a high intellect, and was a high-achieving student at any school he attended. His intelligence affords him a logical thought process and a creative imagination that work wonders when problem-solving. Plus, he loves Shakespeare. He's smart, OK?

//LIMITATIONS:
◼ AREA OF EFFECT | Freddie's area of effect is limited to as far as his eye can see. At ground level, this is significantly smaller than if Freddie were to climb a tower or mountain. Naturally, the further he extends his atmospheric influence, the more his energy is drained and in extreme situations he even risks physical harm. On the flip side, his area of effect can be limited by large buildings etc. that could impair his view of the surrounding area.

◼ SUSCEPTIBILITY | Freddie is entirely susceptible to the weather he summons. Intense sun will burn his skin, hurricanes will blow him away and if he invokes a blizzard he is probably going to catch a cold. This means Freddie has to be careful about what kind of weather he produces, and in what context he uses his powers.

◼ EMOTIONAL INFLUENCE | Whilst he may have developed a solid technique for keeping his emotional state balanced, Freddie is human and as susceptible to extreme emotions as anyone else if he is not mindful. Extreme emotions for Freddie, however, mean the manifestation of extreme weather, that can only be controlled if he is able to calm himself. The moods and weather phenomena are connected and feed off each other, so the longer he allows them to run wild, the harder he will find it to regain control of the situation; putting himself and others in danger.

◼ MAGIC / TECH | Frederick is only able to influence weather in its natural state. Thus, any weather effects summoned by magic or created artificially by atmospheric technology is immune to his influence. He assumes this to be the reason he is unable to dispel the storm over Crescent City.

//WEAKNESSES:
◼ UNTRAINED FIGHTER | Whilst in recent years, Frederick has spent time at the gym keeping in shape, he has never had any sort of close combat training. He is reasonably strong and could no doubt throw his weight around, but without the proper training in throwing a well-placed punch, or defending himself from incoming attacks, Freddie is at a considerable disadvantage when it comes to fighting hand-to-hand.

◼ VULNERABILITY | Freddie's powers do not grant him much protection. He has plenty of tricks up his sleeve for making his enemies' lives more difficult, by blowing them away with strong winds or hiding from them within thick fogs, but his abilities afford him little in the way of actual defence; especially from others gifted with the Hype gene, magic or advanced weaponry. He has a good enough understanding of his powers to know how best to fend of attackers, but even using his powers can sometimes put him in a dangerous situation. Freddie often relies on his logic to escape a situation instead of staying to fight it out.

◼ LACK OF WORDLINESS | Freddie has little understanding of the 'real world', having lived a decidedly pampered life whereby anything thrown at him can be resolved with a big enough cheque. As he moves to a less 'glitz & glam' neighbourhood and meets people struggling to stay afloat in a flooded town, he will soon find that this attitude does not wash with the locals. And if he is to have any sort of support on his mission to solve the city's problem, he is going to have to open his eyes and really experience life.

▼ N O T E S:
//SUPPORTING CAST:
▼ ALLIES
◼ TBD | To be established IC...

▼ FRIENDS
◼ TBD | To be established IC...

▼ ENEMIES
◼ TBD | To be established IC...
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M A R C U S K A L V I N C A S S I D Y ◼ J A N U A R Y 1 S T 1 9 8 8 (29 ) ◼ M A L E ◼ H Y P E R H U M A N

"I might not go down in history. But I will go down on your sister."

▼ A P P E A R A N C E:
"I tend to attract."
//STATS:
◼ HEIGHT | 191 Centimeters

◼ WEIGHT | 74 Kilograms

◼ BUILD | Well built.

◼ HAIR COLOR | Brown

◼ EYE COLOR | Blue

◼ OTHER | Semper Fi is tattood on his left underarm, reaching from his wrist to his elbow, over his chest the crest for The Hyperhuman Intervention Tactical Unit, "H.I.T"

//DESCRIPTION:
First thing you might notice about Marcus is his appearance, naturally handsome with his sharp features and well sculpted body, and once upon a time, you'd sense a scent of some expensive perfume on him if you walked past him, these day you'll be met with the sour scent of whatever drink he had ten off. Marcus has the makings of a strong, proud man, he walks with determination in his steps, showing that the training he went through is still in his very essence, despite him trying to wash it away. Used to wearing combat gear or elegant suits, he now wears rundown leather jackets, four day old T-shirts, ripped Jeans and his five year old boots. Hoodies or coats are not uncommon for him to wear, either. His face is constantly scruffy, as he only ocassionally bothers to shave, one a month or so. There's a certain elegance to the way he moves, even despite his drunken stumblings, all betraying his secret that once upon a time, he was someone you could rely on, but no more.

▼ B I O G R A P H Y:
"Nobody that comes from a happy home joins the military."
Marcus Cassidy, born to Arthur and Camille Cassidy. His mother a aspiring actress, his father a big shot corporate Lawyer. Thanks to Arthur's business contacts and wealth, Marcus grew up very wealthy, having the ability to get everything he ever wanted. His childhood was somewhat normal, growing up, till he was four years old, at least. That was the first time he ever heard Arthur and Camille fighting, they were arguing about his mother's desire to get her acting career off, which Arthur would not permit. Marcus saw his father hit his mother for the first time that night. It escalated, like stairs that move and in the coming years, Arthur's business would do worse and he began drinking more and more. Once he got drinking, he turned violent, abusing Camille, but never Marcus.

But that changed when he was eleven. Marcus heard Arthur grab Camille, and she cried, cried that she was gonna call the police. Marcus ran into the kitchen, and put himself in between his parents, protecting the most important woman in his world from the monster that was his father. Arthur hit him, and threw him into the fridge, breaking four of his ribs and giving him a concussion.

Marcus spent his preteens and teenage years living under the thumb of Arthur, pretending to be a normal, happy family. And at times, they were. He and Arthur had good times, Arthur taught Marcus how to ski, and how to drive, he helped him with his homework and he talked with Marcus when Marcus has his first crush on a classmate. But the good times didn't make up for the bad times. When Marcus was 17, he had a little sister, Daisy. He was scared, and angry that his little sister would grow up with Arthur, living under his thumb, and Marcus couldn't stand for it, so before Daisy's first birthday, he shipped off to join the military. While going through basic training, his abilities manifested, stopping a bullet in the middle of the air. Calls were made, and he was taken out of his training, and instead relocated to Canada, PRCU. Where he would finish his high school education, and go on to live for the next five years.

At 22, he was offered a spot in the H.I.T Program, one he rejected at first, instead wishing to serve his country, finishing his military training. He became a Marine, and for two years he was deployed to hotzones all over the world. Fighting dictators and terrorist forces alike. That is, until his unit was put in the Operation “Dawn Of Orion”. Officially, their mission was to confiscate blueprints for a new bio weapon from a terrorist cell in Sudan. Unofficially, it was a black ops to eliminate a threat the Marines had no business in dealing with. His squad was attacked by three Hyperhumans, Marcus used his abilities to fight two of them off, but was defeated and put in critical condition.

Half a year later, he had recovered from his injuries. He was honorably discharged with a purple heart for his bravery. Having for the first time truly seen what Hyperhumans out of control could do Marcus got in contact with Helpand joined H.I.T. But not before returning to Crescent City, and giving his father a piece of his mind.

He was the model agent of H.I.T for the entirety of his career. It all coming to a heed in 2016, when he was tasked with tracking down a Hyperhuman serial killer, who had already claimed 6 Victims, his M.O was the ice related wounds. He found Mr.Frost, as the deranged lunatic insisted he would be called. The two had a battle, where Marcus killed the Hyperhuman. Discovering 20 teens and children, all of which were missing – and the offspring of Hyperhumans, frozen to death. Having been powerless to stop their deaths, it finally got to him.

He quit his job at HIT and moved back to Crescent City, his mother had divorced his father, and gotten full custody of their child, his little Sister. He began numbing his pain in the comfort of unknown women and cheap booze. And that's about where he's stayed for the past year.

▼ M O T I V A T I O N / O B J E C T I V E:
"All I want is some good tunes, a pretty girl and a cold drink. Not asking for the world here."
Marcus is running from his past. Well, trying to drown it, more accurately. He's full of self hate, loathing and doubt unable to know if he's made the right call in life. He's trying to forget his problems and occupies his time with cheap booze and expensive women.

▼ A B I L I T I E S / S K I L L S:
"What goes up, always comes down. Unless I say so."
//ABILITIES:
◼ Gravity Manipulation | Marcus is able to gather complete control over Gravity, one of the four fundamental forces of physics. He can add force to gravity, or subtract, allowing him to make you very heavy, or almost weightless. He's able to affect large areas, such as entire buildings. He can create new points of gravity, creating new gravitational pulls, albeit, he cannot remove ones he has not created. This allows him to pin foes, or things to walls by pushing them against it. By making threads of new gravity points, he's able to feign telekinesis, or flight, simply slingshotting himself through the air. But, most efficent is his ability to create null-gravity zones in a area around him, he can all but turn off gravity, giving himself artificial gravity to still move, but putting any opponent in total inertia, making them unable to generate friction.


//SKILLS:
◼ Martial Training | Marcus is trained in Martial Arts, Marksmanship and Vehicular Warfare by both the U.S Military and H.I.T, making him an excellent combatant, trained in a wide variety of martial arts.

◼ Free Running | You don't get to chase down rogue speedsters or super agile freaks without learning how to get from point A to point B as quickly as possible. Being able to control gravity, and therefor being able to control if you fall or not aids greatly in this effort..

◼ Detective Skills | He used to operate as a detective for H.I.T, as port of his workload as a Agent. His skills are on par with the best of Crescent City P.D, plus added knowledge about Hyperhumans.

◼ Drinking | Years of practice, he's become an excellent drinker, able to drink most under the table. With his years of bar diving during his days off, he's developed a kind of 'urban shamantism', able to connect with a bar and the people in it, quickly getting a read on them. This has lead to him becoming somewhat charming, both to further his own interests, and to get with the ladies. That, or the booze's talking.


//LIMITATIONS:
◼ Powers | His gravity abilities are powerful, but due to their natural power to mess with physics, Marcus is constantly wired to play them down. To rely on his martial prowess, over his powers. As such, he never truly cuts loose, as if he did, things would go terrible and he'd very easily become the thing he's spent his adult life battling.

◼ Concentration | His powers require great amount of concentration, if he cannot muster that up, his powers will not amount to much. Emotional grief works as a substitute, leading to him keeping his feelings under lock and key, too.

◼ Physical Form | If he cannot see a bullet come – and stop it in the air. His body's just flesh and blood. No super soldier serum, no alien DNA, no healing factor. If you shoot him, he'll die, just like a regular human.


//WEAKNESSES:
◼ Post Traumatic Stress Disorder | Marcus has been suffering from PTSD ever since he was a child, the brutal beatings he took at the hands of his father laid the groundwork for the damage the trauma he would face later in life. His current mental health could by some shrinks be considered a psychotic episode, being mentally burnt out'.

◼ Alcoholism | He's an alcoholic, addicted to the sauce. He'll drink himself to death, sooner or later.

◼ Impulsive | Thinking before acting isn't Marcus's strong point anymore, he'll just do things.

◼ Self-Sacrificing | Not to say Marcus is suicidal, he's not. But he'd be okay with getting run over by a car.

▼ N O T E S:
//SUPPORTING CAST:
▼ ALLIES

◼Camille Cassidy | Loving mother, recently divorced from Marcus father, Arthur, 50


◼ Daisy Cassidy | Baby Sister, 12

▼ FRIENDS

◼ Lisa Smith | On Again Off Again Girlfriend, 28.

▼ ENEMIES

◼ Arthur Cassidy | Estranged Father, 52

//STOMPING GROUNDS
◼ Lonely Hearts Club | Pointe Bordeaux Marcus knows all the ins and outs of the Lonely Hears Club area, every bartender has poured him a drink ever stripper knows his name, and every bouncer has kicked him out.

//PARAPHERNALIA
◼ H.I.T Suit | A ballistic weaved, specially tailored suit capable of protecting against small caliber gunfire, knives. It's also fire resistant and puts the suits of the Feds to shame.

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@Hillan God I could just stare at gifs of him all day long....

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@Tyler and @Hillan, I've reviewed both of your sheets and left you my notes. I look forward to your responses.
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@Lord Wraith Hopefully you are still accepting new players. I'll send you a CS as soon as I get home.

PS: Omg. I totally love what you wrote. I mean...that's more than one wall of text there and they are crafted in such a way to keep the reader entertained :)
Great job !
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I FOUND YOUUUUUUUU!
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@Lord Wraith Hopefully you are still accepting new players. I'll send you a CS as soon as I get home.

PS: Omg. I totally love what you wrote. I mean...that's more than one wall of text there and they are crafted in such a way to keep the reader entertained :)
Great job !


Definitely still accepting! Don't rush yourself, I will always look at a new CS.

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@Lord Wraith Also. Before I start writing, got a question. Is the Celestial character spot taken ?

If needed I can make two CSs ( a Celestial and a Hyperhuman ) and you choose from them, if you want that :)
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I'm making a ladyface this time. *dances about in flaily, Nem dancing fashion*
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@Lord Wraith Also. Before I start writing, got a question. Is the Celestial character spot taken ?

If needed I can make two CSs ( a Celestial and a Hyperhuman ) and you choose from them, if you want that :)


As of right now, no one has submitted an application for one of the Celestial spots so it's definitely wide open.

I'm making a ladyface this time. *dances about in flaily, Nem dancing fashion*


Ooh, get some much needed gender diversity in here.
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@Lord Wraith Stupid question, I can't find it and I dunno if I'm looking in the wrong spots or just overthinking, but what's the IC date?
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@[Lord Wraith] Stupid question, I can't find it and I dunno if I'm looking in the wrong spots, but what's the IC date?


I don't think I actually specified it haha, but it's 2017. Did you need anything more specific than that?
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Nope! Thanks!
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A N N A B E L L E F I T Z G E R A L D ◼ 0 4 / 2 1 / 1 9 9 6 ( 2 1 ) ◼ F E M A L E ◼ H Y P E R H U M A N
"Never thought I’d grow up to be a messiah."

▼ A P P E A R A N C E:
"Expecting someone taller?"
//STATS:
◼ HEIGHT | 5’7”

◼ WEIGHT | 119 lbs.

◼ BUILD | Lean

◼ HAIR COLOR | Bright Red

◼ EYE COLOR | Blue

◼ ETHNICITY | Caucasian

◼ SEXUALITY | Heterosexual



//DESCRIPTION:

Annabelle is a pretty, slight girl with red hair and a smile that in times gone by was considered adorable. Her hair falls around her ears in a kind of deliberate messiness, and her skin is pale enough that you don’t need to know her last name to guess that her family’s Irish. These days her blue eyes bear heavy bags from lack of sleep, and she rarely if ever takes the time to put a smudge of makeup on. She’s generally seen wearing some combination of jacket, t-shirt and jeans or sweatpants, though she does have a fondness for sundresses when weather permits, and has been wearing the same ratty pair of converses for almost three weeks now.

▼ B I O G R A P H Y:
"Just a small town girl… well, you know the rest."
Annabelle was born and raised in Lowell, Oregon, a small city that most people couldn’t find on a map. Her mother was usually busy running the local hospital, so for the most part she was raised by her father, and enjoyed a the sleepy childhood of a middle-class kid in rural America. Come High School she was the star of the track team with grades to match, but for all she knew she was just another small-town teenager, like all the rest.

That changed one Saturday morning during her second year of High School, when the family dog managed to escape the house and got himself lost. After an hour or so of searching, she came upon him in the road, bleeding and whimpering, his back legs shattered by a car that had just kept on driving. Annabelle knew that her pet was dying, and did the only thing she could do – she held him close, and she wept.
Imagine her surprise, then, when the animal’s wounds began to knit closed the second her sobbing breath touched them. Within moments, he could walk again like nothing had happened, and she led him home in a daze. She told nobody about her discovery, not her friends or even her parents; anti-Hyperhuman sentiment was on the rise in her area, and so she did her best to hide her abilities even as she experimented with them in secret.

Her life went on as planned, and in 2014 she moved to Grimm University in Crescent City to study sociology and attempt to expand her horizons beyond the narrow confines of her hometown, though it had to be said that life in New Alexandria wasn’t really the thrill-a-minute adventure she’d been hoping for. Nevertheless, she flourished in her college days, and for two years it seemed too good to be true.

But crime was on the rise in the city, and not even the smallest fishing community was spared. One night walking back from the movie theater, Annabelle came upon a man lying in a pool of his own blood – he’d been mugged at knifepoint, and resisted to an admirable but perhaps unwise degree. Immediately Annabelle knelt and breathed him well again, and as the teary-eyed stranger poured out his gratitude, she was struck with a wave of guilt. She had the power to change people’s lives, to save them, to make real change, and her own fear had made her squander it. How many more could she have saved in the years since she found out what she was capable of?

Almost immediately and without a single call to any of her friends or family, Annabelle dropped out of school and disappeared. A few days later she marched into the Crescent City General Hospital and asked for a job, and after a few days of demonstrating her powers to various medical professionals and officials, she was officially hired as a ‘nurse’.

Annabelle remains on staff at the hospital to this day, healing those brought in with serious wounds and occasionally riding with the paramedics to the sight of more serious emergencies. Slowly, she’s taken root in city mythology as ‘The Mender’, the Hyperhuman they keep at the hospital who saved your friend’s cousin’s life that one time, though only a few of her close co-workers and superiors at the hospital know such details as her real name and what exactly she can do.

▼ M O T I V A T I O N / O B J E C T I V E:
"You ever hear about something bad happening and know you could have stopped it? I do. All the time."
Annabelle is driven to use her powers for the benefit of others to the point of obsession. She’s consumed by the notion that all the death and suffering in the world only comes about because she wasn’t there to fix it, a mentality that is slowly turning her into a bit of a twitchy guilt-ridden wreck.

▼ A B I L I T I E S / S K I L L S:
"Take a deep breath."
//ABILITIES:
◼ MENDING BREATH | The air Annabelle breathes out is infused with a strange temporal energy that recalls objects to their previous shapes – essentially, when she breathes on a damaged object, it rapidly begins repairing itself – flesh knits back together, rust subsides, machines begin to function again. The effect works on organic and inorganic matter alike, speeding up the longer she breathes and dissipating over time when she stops.

//SKILLS:
◼ CARDIO | Annabelle ran track in high school and college and was quite good at it, so she’s able to run fast and for long distances without tiring.

◼ MARKSMANSHIP | Among more dubiously useful lessons as horse-riding, Annabelle’s father was insistent that she know how to use a gun should she be required to defend herself, and made her spend long hours at the local range practicing with a variety of pistols and rifles. She’s no sharpshooter by any means, but she can handle a firearm better than the average untrained civilian.

//LIMITATIONS:
◼ RANGE | The energy in Anna’s breath dissipates quickly after it leaves her body, giving her an effective range of roughly seven inches in front of her face, though she can squeeze a few more inches out of that by breathing through a tube or something similar.

◼ IMPERFECT | Anna’s ability to mend is far from perfect. Her powers won’t expel foreign objects from whatever she’s healing, instead causing it to try to heal around them – so it won’t force a bullet or shrapnel out of the body, for example. Her ability to create new matter is also limited, meaning that she couldn’t cause a car to regrow its engine or a person to regrow a limb, though she could re-attach one if she had it available.

◼ THE RAVAGES | In addition, Anna can’t really undo damage inflicted by the passing of time in organic beings, for reasons that aren’t entirely clear to her. Though she can fix long-term wear and tear and oxidization in machinery, the aging of animals is completely beyond her ability to heal.


//WEAKNESSES:
◼ SOFT | Annabelle is, physically speaking, just a person, who bleeds and is as vulnerable to injury as anyone else – particularly in areas of her body she can’t easily breathe onto, such as her back. She’s not terribly strong, either, and could be overpowered with fairly little effort.

◼ UNTRAINED | Her respectable shooting skills aside, Annabelle has absolutely no martial training whatsoever. Combined with her poor reflexes and mediocre physical strength, and it’s difficult to imagine her standing up to anyone with any modicum of talent or experience in a fight.

◼ MESSIAH | Annabelle has a savior complex about a mile wide, and it’s taking a real toll on her mental health. She holds herself responsible for pretty much anything that goes wrong in the world and obsesses over her work at the hospital and outside it, often neglecting to take care of herself in favor of seeing more patients or scouring the streets in search of people that need her help.

▼ N O T E S:
//SUPPORTING CAST:
▼ ALLIES
◼ TBD | Test

▼ FRIENDS
◼ TBD | Test

▼ ENEMIES
◼ TBD | Test

//STOMPING GROUNDS
◼ Crescent City General Hospital| Annabelle spends almost all her time here, healing patients obsessively and occasionally helping to fix worn-out medical equipment.

◼ New Lilith Apartment| She technically lives alone in a modest apartment in New Lilith, paid for by the hospital, though she spends less and less time there as the days go by.


//PARAPHERNALIA
◼ Backpack | Annabelle keeps a backpack on her at all times containing her computer, charger, a change of clothes and a few toiletries, in case she’s called to spend the night at the hospital (which happens a lot).

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Think I've covered everything here. If not just shout at me.

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If I wanted to keep an air of mystery to my character, would it be acceptable to leave out certain parts of the CS, and reveal this information to the GMs privately? Certain things such as the origins of his powers, some of his abilities, and a few things about his appearance.
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Well, here's a tentative effort. Kinda experimental, kinda ambitious, let me know what you think.

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