◤ _{N A M E} ◢

Cory “Ronin” O'Reagan

◤ _{A G E} ◢

21

◤ _{S E X} ◢

Female

◤ _{P E R S O N A L I T Y} ◢

She comes across as cool and aloof, but has a fierce love for cheap food and good company. She wears a chip on her shoulder, and often ends up distancing herself from people she would otherwise love to be friends with. Despite her tough loner act,
she's easily embarrassed and takes a liking to people quickly. Her biggest preoccupation is being 'in control' of her life, and anyone not in her 'in crowd' may say that she's bossy and self centered.

◤ _{B I O G R A P H I C A L I N F O R M A T I O N} ◢

Cory grew up in public housing, to a loving but drug addled family. Having no television or entertainment systems that other kids had, she spent most of her time roaming the streets and getting into trouble. 'Ronin' was a childhood nickname that her elder brother's friends gave her.

Her parents did the best they could for her, and she never went hungry, but she performed poorly in school and ultimately couldn't find a career for herself. Her parents could not continue to support her, so she went from shelter to shelter taking 'odd jobs' on her own.

◤ _{G E N E A B I L I T Y} ◢

Combustion. Whether it has to do with a spark or the concentration of oxygen, 'Ronin' doesn't know and doesn't care. Whenever her ability would manifest, she was just as likely to burn herself or set fire to a building than to do anything useful with it. Her power is at its strongest but with the least control when she's at all angry. Ideally, the fire she throws around follows her line of sight, but without any control it jumps from there to whatever nearest object it can feed upon.

◤ _{S K I L L S} ◢

She's streetsmart, and is familiar with avoiding police detection, being on the lam, and making money using unscrupulous means. Her body is athletic and fast, but not necessarily strong.

◤ _{O T H E R I N F O R M A T I O N} ◢

Though still unclear, her brother was likely kidnapped as well.

Jared Moore

Full Name: Jared A. Moore

Nicknames: The Gray Man (Self-Given Title), #1834 (Prisoner number), Dr.Moore (He has a doctorate in Biochemistry)

Age: 23

Sex: Male

Appearance:

(He doesn't actually own a katana, nowhere near as cool looking)

Personality: One of the kindest and gentlest people out there. Like, seriously, kid let's mosquitoes drink his blood and doesn't kill them. Jared is an extremely passive and quiet person, and has never started up a conversation in his life. He takes a lot of crap from people and doesn't put up to much of a resistance, but be sure to keep in mind that he has little in terms of releasing this pent-up stress. He enjoys studying, spending time with his family, playing video games, and raising his ant farm. Jared is complacent with anything, however, as long as he has something to take up his time; a board game, a book, or a stove and a couple ingredients. Honestly, he's kind of bland, which is probably why most people besides his parents never took interest in him. Remains calm under nearly any scenario, and only ever freaks out when something he cares about is missing, or he has never experienced it before. (Ex: In a gunfight? Jared is calm, despite only having a gun pointed at him a few times in his entire life. Wake up in a strange laboratory? Oh no, how will I get home, my parents must be so worried, oh god, how'd you even get here in the first place, stupid...).

Jared had developed numerous unhealthy habits throughout his life. He rarely sleeps more than 6 hours a night, averaging about 4. Jared had taken to insulting himself when things do not go his way. Jared has tried several narcotics, but has never been addicted to one. Jared has a very sedentary lifestyle, and is slightly below average physically. While Jared is a very good chef, he usually prefers eating junk food as it is more convenient.

Biographical Information: Born to a father who owned a gun store and a mother who was a professor at Maryland University, Jared was an only child and his family was never strapped for cash. Jared developed very quickly as a child, learning how to read at the age of 3, and performing basic geometry at 7. Jared was raised in a "Plastic bubble", as his parents rarely let him leave the house, preferring to keep him somewhere safe. The only real "Danger" Jared was ever exposed to as a child were when his father began to train him in the use of firearms, disguising it to his mother as "Firearm safety lessons". Considering the numerous weapons that littered the household, it was honestly for the best that Jared was trained in firearm discipline at a young age. Jared entered Kindergarten at the age of 5, and was quickly alienated. None of the kids knew him, he entered in the middle of the year, and he was extremely pale for his age. Despite being a social pariah, however, Jared consistently outperformed his peers, rapidly ascending through grade levels. Jared began cooking for his parents at the age of 9, hoping that it would help lessen their workload. His parents later on tried entering Jared into cooking competitions, but every time Jared vehemently refused.

Jared went his entire academic career being bullied. Maybe it was his stutter? How he was always shifty-eyed. How he never spoke unless spoken to. Or maybe he just entered kindergarten at the wrong time, and was screwed over by chance. Whatever it was, the abuse started light. Taking his shoes. Name calling. Locking him in the bathroom. But slowly, almost at a snails crawl, it escalated. Swirlies, knocking lunch out of his hands, and stolen bikes were common. But as the abuse escalated, so did Jared's progression. He grew smarter faster than he did as a child, and managed to graduate high school at 16. He was offered a full-ride at John Hopkins, and for the next two years, he experienced almost no abuse whatsoever. He didn't have any friends, but keeping his lunch money was a godsend in a collage environment. His parents were supportive in his college career, sending him money regularly for basic necessities. After the two years passed, however, his three largest aggressors joined the ranks of John Hopkins (This confused Jared until he realized that they had bought their way in). With his biggest bullies joining the university, Jared's stress was through the roof. He barely managed to keep it together for the next three years, but, at the age of 21, he graduated with a Doctorate in Biochemistry. Three hours after the ceremony, he was coughing blood, with his shredded diploma strewn across his limp body.

It didn't matter that he could just ask for a new diploma. That he was finally free of the constant abuse. What mattered was that they had assaulted Jared for years, and never even gave him a reason for the abuse. Jared returned home, celebrated with his parents, grabbed his M1911 while they slept, and went to a summer party that he knew the three would be at. Crashing the party, Jared shot the three, dead. Jared was arrested 30 minutes later, and put up no resistance. He pled guilty, and was sent to the Maryland penitentiary to live out a life-sentence, no bail.

Life in the penitentiary was actually very comforting. Sure, no video games or junk food, but you don't have to work for a meal, and the library was always open. Designated prisoner #1834, Jared was assigned to a cell with CJ Thompson, imprisoned for child pornography possession and distribution, 10 years. CJ quickly grew to be Jared's first friend, and the two confided in each other their motives and secrets. Near the end of his stay in the prison, Jared was actually wondering if he was in love with CJ, but this was most likely him mixing up platonic and romantic love. The two were practically inseparable and the other prisoners were actually surprisingly nice to a convicted murderer. Two years into his imprisonment, Jared confided something in CJ that he had never told anyone before.

"I'm just tired. I-I know I'm young, a-and not supposed to be. B-but I'm tired of people, of life. I-I have had a better time in prison than anywhere else in my life... And that just makes me feel l-like my life was a waste. It gets harder and h-harder for me to sleep every night. I can't get the thought that things could have been so much different out of my head... I just don't know what to do."

"Listen, man, life is the biggest struggle out there... We do so much, but in the end, we don't manage to do anything right... But you can't let the What-if's, should-have's, and if-only's hold you down. We're here now, and that was because we were the ones who made the decisions that put us here. I made a lot of mistakes in my life, and I don't got a lot to show for it. You were a doctor at 21! But I don't have a single regret. When I get out of here, I'll live enough for the both of us, man."

Jared fell asleep to CJ's words, letting unconsciousness take over his mind. The next time he woke up, he was gasping for air.

Jared had no clew where he was. He was blindfolded at all times, and either kept in a sensory deprivation chamber, or occasionally allowed to remove his blindfold in a white, featureless room. Not a single person talked to him the entire time, and he was moved around via doping his food with sleeping pills. Jared spent a majority of his time in the chamber, and he was unable to tell the difference in time. Sometimes he experienced hours as if they were seconds, and other times the minutes crawled by so slowly they felt like years. Every now and then (Hourly), the water in the chamber rose to the point where there was no air left, and Jared was forced to hold his breath for minutes on end until the water returned to normal. When Jared felt like he couldn't handle it anymore, he decided to try and choke himself in the white room, using his blindfold. To his surprise, no one attempted to stop him. Halfway through the attempt on his life, however, he looked down to see he was entirely see-through. Surprised at his new capabilities, he tested his newfound power for several minutes, until realizing no drugged food had come through the door slot in a suspiciously long amount of time (Or at least, long to him since his perception of time was screwed over).

(When the RP starts, Jared will discover the door is open, and will make a break for it, meeting up with the other characters. Sorry if the background seems kinda edgy, it's hard to find a motivator for murder unless it's edgy, or the character is crazy).

Ability: Befitting of a man who seeks to disappear, Jared possesses the power of Invisibility. When he is unobserved, Jared is able to turn invisible, and is undetectable by any sense except touch and smell (and taste, but that's kinda irrelevant when you can still touch him). This invisibility extends to electronics, and recording devices cannot pick him up while his power is activated. Thermal detection also does not work, as his power masks his body heat to appear to have the same thermal activity as the surrounding air. Additionally, his power covers anything he is wearing (like clothes) and holding (Must be able to carry in both hands comfortably). His silence also applies to these items.

However, the invisibility can only remain active as long as he holds his breath (Slightly longer than 2 minutes). If Jared starts to struggle for air (about the 1 minute, 45 second mark), he remains invisible, but people are now able to hear him. The scientists working on him unlocked this power through a combination of water boarding, isolation, and sensory deprivation. While he is unsure of the exact reasoning behind it, Jared believes that the scientists were attempting to replicate his power for militaristic purposes. Either way, the torture pushed him to his limit, but years of bullying has pushed him there more times than he could count, so he's not as mentally scarred from the torture as some of the other prisoners.

His power works through a combination of thermal stealth, light-warping, and lowering sound-wave frequencies to the point where they are undetectable.

Strengths: Considering academia was one of the few areas Jared excelled in, he is highly intelligent. Like, IQ of 150 intelligent. Jared is well-versed in most subjects, but excels the most in Biology and Chemistry. Jared is unsettlingly good at handling traumatic situations, and can remain calm under high-pressure scenarios. Jared has an INCREDIBLY large knowledge of weapons, and can handle most forms of firearms with ease. He is adept at the use of knives, but is most proficient with pistols. If his bullies knew about his collection back home, let's just say that the teasing would have stopped much sooner.

Skills: At a young age, Jared had dreamed of being a secret agent, and instead of playing with other kids, he pretended to sneak through forests to assassinate a high-profile target. He has retained this stealth that he had inadvertently trained by avoiding bullies, and even without his power, he can blend into crowds easily. As stated above, Jared has an amazing proficiency with fire arms, and has trained slightly in the use of knives. His father really should not have brought extra stock home... It is unlikely Jared will use these skills on actual people unless in self-defense. Finally, Jared had been cooking for his parents when they come home from a long day of work for years. As such, he is a very proficient chef, and can make something out of nearly any combination of ingredients.

Weaknesses: Not having any friends has left Jared with little in the social department (When he was 7, he went an entire year without speaking a single word, and no one noticed). This social deprivation has also left him highly trusting and naive towards anyone who shows him the slightest bit of affection. Years of physical and emotional abuse has left him with incredibly low self-esteem and a hard time communicating. When met with failure, Jared will belittle and insult himself, resulting in even poorer seal-esteem and making everyone around him feel awkward. This also could take up precious time in a situation where rushing is imperative to success.

Other:

• Height is 5'5
• Weighs 140 lbs
• O+ blood type
• Extremely insecure about his height, would do nearly anything if it could give him an inch or two.
• Owns Owned a roach farm. He raises roaches, and then feeds them to his ant farm.
• Proficient understanding of the English, Japanese, and Hebrew languages.
• Believes that his short height was caused by his bullies stealing his lunch money during puberty, limiting the nutrients his body needed to grow.
• Jared has an obvious stutter, and would prefer it if no one said anything about it.
• Both of his parents have realized that he has disappeared from the prison, but the warden has refused to say anything.

Redmond "Red" Walsh

Full Name: Redmond Silva Oliviera Walsh
Nicknames: Red
Age: 23
Sex: Male


Appearance: Red looks older than he is. He's got slight bags under his eyes and a general tired appearance. He almost always looks at the very least exhausted. He dresses very plain, and most of his wardrobe consists of white button-down shirts, a few ties, a wind breaker, sneakers, and a small assortment of jeans, dickeys, and slacks, which are all either tan or black, as well as his favorite article, a tan, detective-style trench coat with a multitude of pockets. He has olive skin and mostly black hair, save for the shock of auburn at the tips that slowly burns crimson at the very ends. His eyes are a very bright brown, with an almost gold tint. He very much so takes after his mother, Adriana Guyana, a beautiful Brazilian woman, in his skin tone, complexion, and eye color. However, his facial features, build and the defiant red hair are the spitting image of his father, John Walsh. He is fit, which comes from great genes and working physical jobs like roofing and warehouse.
Personality: Red truly is a pretty decent guy. He's friendly, approachable, and would honestly give the shirt off of his back to someone who really needed it. That said, he also has problems getting and staying motivated. He can be distant at times, and has the horrible habit of bottling his emotions. That combined with an extremely long fuse, a common trait shared by many older brothers, makes it hard to get around the mask of aloofness he puts on to keep what he's feeling hidden. Growing up he was always a bit precocious, and even as an adult he has a perspective that seems beyond his years. In most of his groups of friends he ends up in the "nurturer" role. He's the designated driver, he'll make sure you aren't too blasted, or wishing for death in the morning, and he's provided a shoulder to cry on more times than he can count.
Biographical Information: Redmond is kind of the black sheep. He is the oldest of four and has accomplished the least. His siblings have either already started their careers or are currently on the fast track to success. Meanwhile he had average grades in high school, dropped out of college, and now makes ends meet by working random odd jobs, from tech support to dog walking and babysitting. He lives in a one-bedroom apartment and all three of his girlfriends all left him when they realized he simply had no potential. All he has was a sponge brain, and was good at committing new details to memory. He's the kind of guy that everyone gives up on, because he gives up on himself. The only one to ever maintain the belief that one day he would amount to more than anyone would credit him for is his father, John. His father is the kind of man that spent his youth making a living at the cost of his body, and is now a fit old man with achy joints and a warm smile. He is the reason Red even goes outside at this point, much preferring to stay in and watch tutorials on YouTube for stuff he couldn't already do.

Honestly, he'd pretty much just given up and accepted his own mediocrity. He was fine with his life. That was when it happened.

He couldn't tell you why or how, barely remembers the day, but suddenly he was unconscious and when he came to, he was in a cell.

Ability: Conjuration.

Red can summon items by changing their location in space time. To do this, he first must know where the item is. He then has to imagine the item in its location, the clearer the image the better. Then he merely changes the location of the item to the palm of his hand or his pocket, and it appears there. It appears to only work with inanimate objects, and while he hasn't tested the size or weight limit thoroughly, smaller objects are much, much easier on him.
Strengths, Skills, Weaknesses:
+ Red has a photographic memory.
+ He's fairly athletic.
+ He's worked a wide array of jobs, and as such has a wide array of situationally applicable skills, such as roofing, knot tying, and whittling.
+ He's level headed. He's not going to become demoralized and give up easily.
+ Red loves the heat, and has a strange almost immunity to it. He wears his coat in 90 degree weather without complaint.
- Red is a smoker. Not only does his addiction cause changes in his mood and temperament, the damage to his lungs from the years causes him to become short of breath more quickly.
- He's kinda lazy. He's got a good sense of fight or flight, but struggles to find motivation in most things.
- He tends to look too deeply into things, as opposed to seeing the big picture. This can distract him from accomplishing goals.
- He is highly susceptible to headaches and migraines. Using his power can make a pre-existing one worse.
- Red absolutely abhors the cold. He can barely function when it's below forty five degrees.

Other: When using his power repeatedly, the irides of his eyes will take a slight crimson hue, and the sclera become bloodshot.