Essentially how your character looks. Be detailed here. Go over skin color, build, height, hair (including color, style, etc), scars, and other body alterations (Piercings, tattoos, etc). Along with descripting clothing style.

Pretty standard affair. I'm not going to expect a super long essay here, just the basics and whatever.

SIGIL & LOCATION ⫻ (Where is your character's Sigil, and what does it look like?)

ABSTRACTION ⫻ (Put the name of the Abstraction here, with a one sentence description of what the Abstraction does)

ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ (Go in depth with how the ability functions normally. Explain everything I need to know. Also, remember, shy away from powers based off the body)

IN THE PRESENCE OF THE MOUNTAIN ⫻ (Explain to me how the Abstraction grows stronger in the presence of Mount Ever Reaching. What extra abilities does your character have?)

AURA SENSING ⫻ (What auras can your character see, how far, and under what circumstance?)

LIMITS ⫻ (DO NOT FILL THIS OUT, I WILL PROVIDE IT FOR YOU)

WEAKNESSES ⫻ (DO NOT FILL THIS OUT, I WILL PROVIDE IT FOR YOU)

Anything else? Themesong? Random notes? Foreshadowing???

When Claire walks in, she'll definitely catch your attention. Whether it's her immense height for a female, attire, eye catchingly loud attitude, or "badass" demeanor that she gives off. She usually has a scowl on her face, and keeps up an aura of a very venomous snake. One that you want to stay faaaaaar away from as possible. Unless you want to get bit. Course, that aura flips in the blink of an eye, that scowls turns upside down, and Claire is being personable and vibrant. It makes it hard to get a read or her, but easy to stop judging a book by it's cover. Or she just looks like a complete and utter tryhard.

Claire is a tomboy, just super masculine. Whether it's her gruff, weathered voice, from all the smoking she does, and the tough-girl demeanor she gives off. Though, her body is fairly thin, and not especially muscular or fat. She seems to get by on the smallest amount of exercise, and the highest metabolism possible. Though, all the running she does (from people, and just in general) makes it easy to keep the body fat off. The other problem with the whole "masculine" thing is that Claire's body is fairly... flat. She doesn't have too many curves. Her chest is a 32D, and her behind is pretty flat, lacking in sex appeal. She has a boyest frame, to put it lightly. That's not even getting into her short brown pixie cut, or the fact that Claire is enormous (up there with the boys).

To say the least, Claire doesn't care that much about being the prettiest princess, or any of that jazz. She's already self-conscious. She's an Irish-woman to her very bone, and has a snappy attitude to match it. She's quick with her jabs, and will go to furiously angry in the blink of an eye. Claire's skintone is somewhat tanned due to all the sunlight she gets, but not too brown. She has like a slight brown hue.

Claire's fairly obsessed with the punk aesthetic, so that is something she adopted well. From her short hair, to her makeup (usually she has on eyeshadow), to the piercings all over her body (her cheek, nose, ear, belly button, and nipples, are pierced). To her attire, she dresses to get a point across - other than that she likes punk - she wants to look tough, and look good. She dresses like a stereotypical tough-girl by wearing studded jackets, heavy boots, and more. Sometimes she dresses even lighter in things like t-shirts and jeans, and with her resting bitch face alone she gets across her point. Ironically enough, she doesn't have any tattoos at all.

She has a diamond-shaped head that gets thinner the more you go down. She has a fairly good looking triangle-shaped nose, with triangular nostrils, and a thinnish nose bridge. Her eyes are unturned, and medium-sized, they usually have a piercing gaze in them as if Claire is staring right through you. Eye colors are a light-brown color to match her dark-brown haircolor. Ears are crescent shaped, and pretty damn big, not hilarious, but you'll definitely pay a bit of attention to them. Her lips are thin, and probably the least ladylike possible to make it hard to kiss her. To top it off, her jaw is squared, and sharp.

Claire was once a good girl, many moons ago. She had hope, she believed in something. She was just a native of Farmer Hill, the daughter of a diner owner, and a waitress. Everything was good... up until the diner was closed down due to running out of money. Then the O'Sullivan's idyllic dream went sour, and they moved to a trailer park in Mason Square. The downgrade tore the O'Sullivan family apart, and Claire's parents turned to alcohol to cope. And they weren't the happy kind of drunks. They were the violent kind of drunks that turned their rage on anything they could.

Claire was too young to understand alcohol, but she had no choice but to take the beatings with a straight face. Might as well, because it wasn't like Claire had any other options. She would go to school, and lie about what happened. Eventually, Claire became the punching bag for all sorts of abuse, since her parents had no one else to vent their rage towards. And there wasn't anything Claire could do to stop them. She'd be homeless or dead if she tried to fight back, but this planted rage in Claire. Rage towards her parents, and rage towards herself due to being so weak.

There were some comfort in life; her grandparents. She went to stay with them as much as she could, since they only lived a short walk away at their ranch. She stayed there long as she could, as much as she could. Coming up with excuse after excuse... until they got suspicious, and called child services. This was the relief that Claire was looking for, and she spilled everything they did. She was promptly removed from their household, and placed in the care of her grandparents. With her parents instructed to never come anywhere near her, or her grandparents.

This was like the dream that Claire was desperately looking for... only that the damage was already done. She thought that it was over, but the mental damage was already done. She couldn't help but think about them constantly, and it hurt her in every way. As she matured and developed, she lashed out, and eventually sought solace wherever she possibly could. It started with hanging out with the wrong crowd, to trying drugs, to experimenting with the same gender. In the end... it became a habit that shaped her. Into a hedonist that wants to do anything to forget about the past, and erase those thoughts.

Though, there were a few people that were able to keep her on the straight on the straight and narrow, people that reminded her of what she really was deep down. The first person was Zoey Gray, a girl that Claire had known since she was a little girl - before the abuse started. Zoey and Claire were inseparable, and even with the changes, Zoey stuck with Claire. Their friendship was incredibly close (to the point where people wondered if they were seeing each other), but Claire wanted to keep it platonic. Because she felt like Zoey was too good for her - case in point, Zoey was beginning to emulate Claire.

The other person, who was more surprising, was Britney Williams, whom was one of the town's princesses. Their friendship was formed by Britney's desire to rebel, and they became friends. Briefly, and secretly, they both became much closer than friends, but they drifted apart rather quickly. However, they remained in touch, remembering the fun they had.

Claire got through school, and wondered about her future... and decided to follow her long lost wish of becoming a nurse. Her grandparents had already saved up enough money for her to get through school, or at least try to, so she got into Grand Ridge Academy. Which she has been attending for a few months, trying to get her life back in order, but yet, she's finding it hard not to fall back onto old habits. She still had problems, and she still looked for ways to ease the pain, anything to make it hurt less. Having sex with her classmates made it hard to shake the "town bicycle" reputation she had before.

She still improved, however. At parties, she went a little lighter on a drinking, and wasn't as easy as she once was. With the help of Zoey Gray at her side, she had her own little coach, and everything was going great. Then the semester ended and Zoey signed up for a camping trip that Grand Ridge was hosting that was supposed to take place over the summer, and Claire wondered, why not...

SIGIL & LOCATION ⫻ Symbols of a sun, placed on her stomach over her belly button.

ABSTRACTION ⫻ Psionic-Strength, the ability to augment the user's body with their mental energy.

ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ Claire's abstraction is practically a lower-yield version of telekinesis. Except she can only use that telekinesis on touch with other abilities. It's the manifestation of her will-power in her body, and allows her to tap into a strength that no one else has access to. She is immensely stronger than a human being should be, being able to lift 450lb with no problem normally, and strike with bone-breaking amounts of force. Because it's telekinetic in nature, she doesn't have to worry about bracing, and grip, because a telekinetic-field is wrapped around it and allows her to move it. Simulating true strength. This ability also comes with a durability. When she senses danger, she subconsciously projects a defensive field around herself which blocks damage. However, there's a limit to how much it can take before breaking. It can, at most, stop five pistol rounds before giving in. Which means that weakshit punches and kicks will only annoy her slightly. Whenever she uses her ability it creates a blue aura around herself, specifically the limb that is doing the work (so if she gets punched, the aura should appear at the point of impact). The Abstraction, like the powers of many Awakened, are linked to her emotions. Feeling anger will increase the potency of her strength, and durability. To the point where she can lift up 750lb, and take a hailfire of bullets, at max rage. This changes the color of her aura to a bright-red color, and gives off a red "smoke."

IN THE PRESENCE OF THE MOUNTAIN ⫻ The mountain, of course allows her to normally lift around 1050lb, and 1225lb when enraged. Making her a physical powerhouse, but it breaks a sub-conscious limit in her head and allows her to use telekinesis. It allows her to lift up any object that is below a hundred pounds, and small, and manipulate it. Twist it, move it, and send it flying. She can only lift up around two objects at a time, and it requires hand movement from both of her hands - one for each object.

AURA SENSING ⫻ Claire's aura reading potential stems from her innate empathy. She can sense the auras of anyone that is injured, but how injured dictates how far away she can sense them. She may be able to faintly sense someone who cut themselves, but she can sense someone who is horribly wounded from 68 meters away. Note that this only applies to people who are presently injured. If someone were have been treated for their injuries, they'll be invisible to Claire.

LIMITS ⫻ Claire's abstraction, like many others, require a degree of mental effort in order to tap into its telekinetic force. Such prolongation of usage tends to weaken her body and mind; and in order to avoid headache and fatigue Claire has to limit herself in using her abstraction, usually few minutes of extensive and constant use before she feels such effects. Giving proper use and control, Claire manages to use her power for at least 30 minutes or two third of that if in stressful situations. Other Awakened can resist her field's effects, and thank blows from her.

WEAKNESSES ⫻ Claire's field can possibly be ignored by the Awakened, and other Extra-Normal beings. As her shield only protects her from physical harm, but not mental. A mental ability of any kind being used on her can interfere with the connection between her shield and her mind, and make her vulnerable by removing it. Or creating a weakness in the shell.

Nothing.

Britney definitely has a bit of size to her body. From the fact that she's abnormally tall - both her mom and dad were huge in terms of height - to to her sheer body mass. In fact, her sheer height is the first thing that people notice about her. Something that she's insecure about, very insecure about. Since not too many boys appreciate that she's far taller than them. That's just something that she lives with. The other aspect that makes her look big is her body shape. She has a bit of a oval body-shape that is mostly shaped by extra body fat that she just can't seem to shake off. Though, that body fat compliments her. It makes her very curvy. That was the result of puberty being very kind to Britney. Her behind's size has always been the butt of jokes among friends, and she's definitely chesty (at 44F). She is definitely a woman. Though, because of her body-shape, people also get the impression that she is fat. While she is a bit heavier than other girls, she is definitely not obese.

She has an air of confidence around her, the kind of confidence that she owns the world, and that nothing can touch her. Almost like she is noble. She takes large steps, and has a big smile on her face at all times. That nobility vibe comes in the way she dresses - she wears quite expensive and fancy looking clothing. The kind of attire that gives away that she comes from Farmer Hill's upper class. If that confidence fades for whatever reason, something is very wrong. Though, her tone of voice is quite pleasant (albeit condescending at times), she seems to circumvent that aura by being quite kind and passionate, and happy.

Another thing that makes Britney stick out in a crowd (at least in Farmer Hill) is her skin color. She's African-American, and has a bunch of different African nations flowing through her blood. She's primarily Sierra-Leonean, and Nigerian, but she is distantly Ethiopian, Sudanese, and she even has a bit of Egypt in her. Which gave her her curly brown hair that's well maintained, her facial features, and skull-shape. Her face is pretty round, mostly because of her big rosey cheeks, and her dull jawline. Which gives her a bit of a baby-face. She has a large nose with a wide bridge, and fairly large nostrils. Crescent shaped ears that are pierced, usually with large ear-rings or jewelry. She has thick lips, and a slightly wide mouth that, when she smiles, exposes her very shiny teeth. Her eyes are almond shaped, and a light-brown color.

While Britney herself is a native of Farmer Hill, her ancestors were not. It started all the way back before Britney's father was even born. Her grandfather was a very wealthy man that seemingly appeared out of the blue (Actually from Philadelphia), and landed in Farmer Hill. Starting a series of successful businesses in Farmer Hill, and quickly and aggressively snatching power and businesses from the natives of Farmer Hill - forcing some out of jobs. It was a sight to see one man gain so much power in a short amount of time, and it was even more pride hurting for the racist members of the community that a lot of the businesses are owned by a black man. Which escalated the Williams family to a higher status within the small town.

This legacy/empire continues to modern day, when the Williams family still have a strong foothold in Farmer Hill's community. Britney was born as the first daughter of her father's new generation, and three siblings followed. While daddy worked hard in the offices keeping the businesses afloat, Britney lived the highlife. She had everything that the city had to offer at her disposal, and she used it. From going to expensive schools out of town, to buying expensive clothes, to going on luxurious vacations abroad! She was living the life that people could only dream of.

Though, Britney's life was a truly lonely one. She really didn't have anyone other than herself, and her extended family. No real friendship. Exploring the US and the luxurious vacations didn't seem all that great when she went home to nobody. She felt that nobody cared. To help her end her loneliness (or at least distract herself from it) she picked up hobbies. The one that she grew to love the most is gardening. She didn't know what drew her to the hobby, but she loves doing it more than anything else. Nothing excites her more than going out and forging her garden into something special. The garden in the back of the William estate was created by her.

Britney's philosophy was heavily shaped by her mother. She did her best to keep Britney realistic, and remind her that she is one piece of a greater world. One beyond Farmer Hill. As she grew up, she tried to carefully examine her mother's words, as she began to self-examine. She went out to Farmer Hill, and tried to make friends with the other people her age. Some rejected her, in time, she began to make friends with the other girls her age. That put the idea in her head that she could do anything if she put her mind to it. She brought loneliness to an end, so she could bring anything to an end.

Her father learned of her activities, and brought an end to it. That did nothing to prevent Britney from going out, and having fun with her friends. The last thing she wanted to be was cooped up inside some shitty mansion all day, so she went out and had fun. She met a variety of people she is friends with to this very day. One of her closest friends was one of the town trouble makers, Claire O'Sullivan, and they were practically inseparable. Though, they both discovered something about themselves skinny dipping one night that got rather heated. Sharing a kiss, the two realized their affections for each other. Britney didn't know how to come to terms with it, but kept it a secret. This lead to her relationship with her friend becoming a bit awkward, and eventually they drifted apart.

Once Britney came of age, and graduated high-school, she chose to attend Grand Ridge Academy to master in Business, and Administration. Because she realized that the hatred of her father, and her self-loathing, will never end unless she becomes her own person.

SIGIL & LOCATION ⫻ On the palms of her hands, the symbols of trees.

ABSTRACTION ⫻ Chloromancy, the ability to channel the force inherent to all Awaken to manipulate plants, and communicate with them.

ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ Spawning from her inherent joy, and love of gardening, Britney gained a connection with plants unlike no other. She has to ability to channel the force shared between all Awakened into the areas around her to create and manipulate plant life.

In it's rawest form, she can spawn a wheat colored energy that appears like a floating light anywhere around her with a mere thought, and move this energy around. This energy appears like a spectral force, and from this force, Britney can create any kind of plant life. Seemingly growing it from the light like a source. From this ability, she can create vines, to trees, to bushes, practically anything plant based that is limited by her knowledge of the plant. The only issue is that it takes time for Britney to grow the plant. She can't instantly make a tree appear, of course, but she can quickly make vines appear to attack people with. Now let me note, she doesn't need soil or the sort, she can create it anywhere in a three meter radius (doesn't mean they'll survive long, but yeah). Oh, I should mention that the Blind cannot see this energy, but they can see it's effects.

This energy she can manipulate can also infuse plant life. For starters, it can cause them to grow even more (much faster and more efficiently than creating it from nothing), she can manipulate existing plants, and repair damage plants (possibly reviving plants, removing toxins and diseases, and more). As a side ability, this energy allows Britney to telekinetically manipulate certain plants on a much wider radius. From up to ten meters away, she can telekinetically move things like leaves, fruit, pieces of plant matter, etc. Long as it's less than two pounds, she can lift it - but she is capable of living several things at a time, long as she doesn't lift more than thirty pounds. When she uses her ability, it's accompanied by a wind, nothing drastic. Giving the idea that the wind is doing all the work.

Britney is psychically/mentally connected to all plant life around her in a forty meter radius. She mentally knows where plants are in the area, which part of their life cycle they're in, what kind of plant they are, and what they sense. You see, to an extent, plants can feel, see, smell, and taste (There's also a theory that they can hear, but eh). Well, it's mostly limited to other plants, or certain parts of nature. Sometimes Britney wonders if she can communicate. With plants. Part of her wonders if she's crazy.

IN THE PRESENCE OF THE MOUNTAIN ⫻ Britney's abstraction grows a bit in power, and allows her to create plantlife in a ten meter radius, and create it much faster. She can potentially cause a tree to sprout near instantly if she wills it hard enough, and can create a wreath of vines near instantly. In addition, her plant empathy will expand to all plant life within Farmer Hill. Basically giving her unlimited sight. Her ability to telekinetically manipulate plants expands to twenty meters, and she can lift a hundred pounds.

AURA SENSING ⫻ Her aura-sensing is connected to her mental connection to plant-life. By kneeling down, placing her hand down, and concentrating, she can scry through plants in a way. She can sense the auras of those standing in/touching plant life anywhere within her forty meter range. However, it depends on how dense the plant life in the area is. If the person is only touching a plant, she can vaguely sense them, but if they're standing in the middle of a forest, she'll be able to see them clearly. She can only focus on one location at a time, and a very small radius. The moment she stops focusing, however, she'll lose the ability to see their auras.

LIMITS ⫻ Britney can only create plantlife in a very limited range, and even in the presence of the mountain, it isn't exactly far. Britney's plant manipulation, whilst it doesn't need soil to enhance or grow plant life, she has a far easier time if it's there. It takes far more time and energy to create plant life on non-soils, and the plant life will die very quickly. In order to control plants, Britney needs to be connected to the earth in a way. The closer she is to soil, the stronger her ability to control plants gets. So, if she's on the second floor of a building, it'd be harder to use her power than if she was on the ground-level.

WEAKNESSES ⫻ Britney's plants are as vulnerable as any other plants. They can easily be killed by fire/heat, ice/cold, poison, and they also still require water and other means to stay alive. Britney cannot create plant life from nothing - even if it seems like she does. She donates a bit of her lifeforce in order to create her plants. As she uses her power, she runs a little low on lifeforce and becomes physically weaker as she uses her abstraction. She can possibly kill herself if she uses her power too much.

Britney's extended family visit town on a semi-regular basis, mostly her uncle's family. Which includes the cousin that she was the closest with, Cindy Whitehouse.

Justin has a cool, confident, presence around him. Despite not being the most intimidating person around, Justin still has the look of a warrior in his eyes. Being raised in such a family tends to do that for you. He stands a little taller than what you'd expect an Asian male to stand at almost five-ten. He would be shorter, but his maternal family is tall (Like freakishly, his late grandmother was six-two). That makes Justin stand out compared to other asian males. Though, he doesn't exactly have a super high body mass, at least compared to westerners. He carries himself with an assload of confidence. Keeping his hands in his pockets as he takes large steps. Usually being the loud, life of the party. Though, he doesn't speak with an Asian accent, since he's essentially American by all definitions except ethnicity. Only accent he has is a "big-city" accent riff with slang, and attitude. You can say that Justin is very energetic, however.

Justin is pretty thin, thanks to a lightning fast metabolism, and the fact that he does a bit of work. His mother didn't want a lazy slob of a son that sits around playing videogames, so she made sure that Justin went outside. Justin does martial arts, but he did more skating than anything. He has a bit of a muscle-layer developing because he's been working on getting rather buff. His legs are very strong from running, but his arms are getting there. He's also been working on some abs. Though, he's still fairly lanky, and the only way to notice his muscle definition is for him to get naked (or close to it).

His skin tone is an off-white color with golden overtones. Justin is a mixture of Chinese (maternally), and Taiwanese (Paternally). He takes a lot more after his father than his mother, but he still has a little bit of his mother in him. With a strong jaw, and a bulky chin, that seamlessly smooths the rest of his face. His lips are pointed, and a little thick, but are hardly disproportionate compared to his rather large nose. With a thick bridge, nostrils, and it is rounded at the tip. His eyes are slanted, and very pointed, but he always seems to give off an approachable, and adventurous look on his face.

To make a long story short: Justin's mother, Meifeng Zhao, and his aunt, Lijuan, moved to America from China because of her mother's (Lihua Zhao) dissatisfaction with China. They moved to a Californian metropolis known as Los Angeles, where they had a variety of different adventures. Meifeng grew up into a strong confident woman who went into college for a master's degree in criminal justice where she met her future sweetheart Pai-Han Liao. After a few years of romancing each other, they got married, and Meifeng became pregnant with twins. Justin and Katelyn Liao, two siblings that would pave the way for the bloodline's future.

Justin's early life didn't have much of note, Meifeng was at home raising them while his father was making the money for them to live comfortably. This built up a deep innate connection between the twins and their mother, whom imparted many of her ideals and philosophy upon the twins - though she was unhappy with staying home by herself. Their grandmother, Lihua, stepped in and offered to take some of the workload off Meifeng so she could pursue a career in the CIA. Their dual earner family is what really earned them a lot of money, and in turn, helped them live comfortably in Los Angeles.

Though the absence of his mother didn't impact him that much, what did was his first bullies at a young age. Just a group of young thugs that thought it'd be funny to pick on Justin. It started out light, then it got more intense as Justin let it continue. Eventually, it got violent, and Justin came home bruised and battered, as the teachers didn't seem to care. Well, Meifeng caught wind of it, and was having none of it. She decided to sign Justin (and Katie, for good measure) up for martial arts lessons - specifically Muai Thai. After a few months, Justin felt a lot more confident in himself, and stood up to the bullies. It ended with some broken noses and teeth.

From there, Justin's confidence helped him make a scene for himself, and find people like him. He made a friend or two in the skater scene, and after a lot of fumbling, and falling on his ass, became a confident skateboarder (The coordination training from Muai Thai helped). Falling into the skating scene meant he fell into the punk crowd. The kind of kids that liked to smoke (both tobacco and weed). It lead him to becoming, in his own words, "an impetuous shithead." His behavior took a nosedive as he also became wild and disrespectful. Which wasn't going to fly in the Liao household. Meifeng took all sorts of measures to discipline Justin, but nothing short of drastic measures did anything to curb this ill behavior.

After getting though school and graduation through sheer dumb luck, Justin didn't have any real commitments, so Meifeng sent him to stay with his Grandmother in Farmer Hill. A little shithole of a town in the middle of nowhere... perfect for somebody who doesn't like to be bothered. Of course Lihua appreciated Justin's company...
while Justin hated the town. He hated everything about it. From it's location, to the people in it. He wanted to get the hell out of there, but Meifeng didn't want to send him home until he learned how to act. Lihua made sure to discipline the child, and give him a bit more perspective on life.

It took him awhile, but Justin adjusted to life in this backwater shithole of a town, and was humbled over time (after many ass whoopings). Eventually, he came to like it over time, after making a few friends in the town, he decided to change. To try to become the best person he can be, because life's short. He decided to try to attend college, and get started on his education. His first attempt was to get into a college in Los Angeles failed horribly, and his mother got him into Grand Ridge. He was salty as any human being could be, but accepted that this town would never let him go no matter how hard he tried.

He aimed towards a master's degree in psychology, because of his interest in how the human mind worked (and because he wanted to have something to brag about). He bounced back and fourth between school, hanging out with friends and his grandmother's house... until one day he came home from class, and saw a bunch of police outside his grandmother's house... carrying out a body in a black bag. Justin was immediately filled with dread, and he asked a cop what had happened, only for his suspicions to be confirmed: Lihua was dead. They said that somebody had broken in and killed her, but stole absolutely nothing. They said that they had no idea what could have happened to her, and absolutely no leads. Which was, from the way Justin interpreted it, their way of saying they were completely useless. The Liao family was devastated by Lihua's death, and they all had no idea how to cope with it.

But, Justin wouldn't let it go. Even as the months passed, and he ended up getting a dorm in Grand Ridge, the haunted sight of what happened to his grandmother made it hard to focus. He felt that this was his higher calling in life: figuring out the mystery of his grandmother.

Because if the stupid cops won't do it; he will.

SIGIL & LOCATION ⫻ On his back, over his right shoulder, is the symbol of a being with a phoenix as the top half, and a tiger as the bottom.

ABSTRACTION ⫻ Soul-Self, a flaming manifestation of all of Justin's passion that he can control.

ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ Justin has an abstraction that has a basis similar to Astral-Projection, he can create a flaming being known as the Soul-Self. It is a physical manifestation of all of his emotions, taking the shape of either a Burning Tiger, or a Phoenix - except, located in their chest area is a heart of fire. The Phoenix has a right foot wing-span, and is five feet tall, and is capable of flight. The Tiger is around the size and shape of a South Chinese Tiger (four and a half feet at the shoulder, and eight feet long from head to tail), but is burning far hotter and more intensely. There doesn't seem to be a deciding factor as to which one manifests, it's completely random. Both of these beings are burning with intense flames, and possess rudimentary pyrokinetic abilities (are capable of creating flames), and is capable of interacting with the world via a weak=telekinetic ability, but Justin does not control them directly.

It is true that there possesses a link between himself, and his Soul-Self, he just he lacks control over it. It manifests on it's own, and possesses no mind - it fulfills what Justin's heart desires the most at the moment. If Justin wants to protect somebody, it'll manifest and rush right in between them and a threat. If Justin is feeling really angry, it'll manifest and destroy what is making Justin angry. Not worrying about the collateral damage that takes place between itself, and the objective. The Soul-Self is a very dangerous being, given that it's hot enough to set a forest aflame just by manifesting - not only that, but it's mere presence "enhances" flames, and makes them larger and more intense by it's mere presence. When the Soul-Self is active, Justin himself is disconnected from his emotions. He doesn't use his heart, but is instead a cold and logical machine. This is because the Soul-Self is Justin's emotions in a physical form. Justin is immune to flames created by the Soul-Self, and has access to the ability to create flames himself - very small, weak, flames, but he can still give somebody a good burn. He's also connected to fire itself. Depending on how he feels, he can cause flames to flare up, burn brighter (or weaker), and flames will go out if he is injured or knocked out. The Blind cannot perceive the Soul-Self, only the effects it has on the world.

IN THE PRESENCE OF THE MOUNTAIN ⫻ The Soul-Self gets far more powerful in the mountain's grace - it's form is twice as large, it's flames are hotter, and it can go further away from Justin. When the Soul-Self is manifested here, Justin doesn't lose access to all of his emotions as it also burns some of his logical side just to compensate. It turns a blue color to represent the new source of fuel.

AURA SENSING ⫻ Justin just see the "fire" that resides within a person with a bit of focus. In this case, this means their emotions. He can see how emotional a person is, and when their emotions flare up with passion, so do the flames. If he reads carefully, he can detect what kind of emotions somebody is feeling.

LIMITS ⫻ Justin, as it stands, cannot control the Soul-Self. It follows whatever innate desire or impulse that Justin is feeling at the moment, which means that he cannot summon it at will when his mind needs it. Only when his heart needs it. This also means it's extremely destructive, and causes immense collateral damage. The only way he can conquer and eventually control the Soul-Self is to face the emotions that he keeps locked up. He also possesses no way to control fire except when he's near the mountain. In fact, his presence makes fire more dangerous. The Soul-Self, when active, is only able to travel within six or so meters from him (nine in the presence of the mountain).

WEAKNESSES ⫻ The Soul-Self is affected by anything that would affect regular flames. Water can extinguish them, they can be suffocated, or extinguished by sand and dirt. If the Soul-Self was to be destroyed, Justin would be knocked unconscious for a few hours. In addition, if he's knocked out, any flames - whether or not it's created by him, would immediately be extinguished in a fifteen meter radius. Justin's Soul self is also very dangerous as it burns up a ton of oxygen, and he's not immune to any flames indirectly created by it. It also cannot be controlled, and possesses as of a danger to himself as anyone else.

Kimberly (or Kim as she likes to describe herself) is one of the girls that thinks she's plain. She feels as if she doesn't have the face, body, or curves, of models. And in truth, she doesn't have the attributes that make them attractive. Instead, her round and pudgy face, large angular face, and glasses invoke a librarian look. The appearance of a brainy girl, they wouldn't be that far off. Kimberly likes to look the part. But, in demeanor, she appears to be very excitable, and mobile. Constantly on the move making spastic movements. This energetic, child-like demeanor shows in her face, too. Since, she's constantly smiling, and speaks in a cheerful manner. She speaks fast, but rarely speaks rudely. Not many people would perceive Kimberly as a threat, but some people get the feeling that she's faking. Which is true in some way.

Kimberly's facial features are rounded, and her jawline is practically nonexistent. She at least wished she got to have a jawline, but she digresses. With her nose being large, round, she invokes a very child-like appearance about her. Her lips are almond-shaped, and not that large. Along with her ears being pretty small, and somewhat pointed at the tip - but her ears are always concealed by her lucious head of chocolate-brown wavy hair that goes down to her chest. Her eyes are droopy, and a bright-green color. Kimberly is also known for having an enormous forehead, one that she keeps covered with bangs.

Kimberly is fairly thin, she has a little bit of pudge building up due to lack of exercise, and her terrible eating habits, but it isn't anything that can't be hidden underneath a heavy layer of clothing. Other than that, her skin tone is slightly pale from all the time spent indoor. She has blemishes on her face, and a little bit of acne. She doesn't have any marks on her body, other than a few childhood scars that haven't faded. Her skintone is the result of being primarily French, with a bit of German, and being distantly Blackfoot. As for the rest of her body, she has a banana body-shape. Not a body with a whole lot of curves, her shoulders are around the same width as her waist. Her bust (28H) being fairly small, and same with her hips, she doesn't have a whole lot of curves.

Kimberly dresses fairly plainly. It seems that she never wears outfits that catches the eye. From hoodies with dull colors, and jeans that are a few sizes too large for her. As Kimberly still gets most of her outfits from hand me downs. But, sometimes her attire dips into the hipster as she adorns varsity jackets, and other outdated outfits of the time. But this is rare. The only constant in her outfit is her black, wide-framed, glasses.

Kimberly was born a native of Farmer Hill, born the child of a banker, and a soldier in the army. Kimberly's father was away for most of her life, but her mother made sure to pick up the slack. And when it became hard, her mother would always seek out her extended family, who were also situated in Farmer Hill. Thus, Kimberly had all the love and affection she needed so she doesn't become a psychopath. There was one of her cousins that Kimberly was fairly close to as a child; Beth Walton. The child of her uncle. You see, Kimberly and Beth were the best of friends, and would spend literally hours together every day. It was like Kimberly had the sibling she always wanted! The two especially loved exploring, and traveling to different cities.

But, as they grew older, they began to develop interests and whatnot in photography. It started with buying a cheap disposable camera from the supermarket, and then it sparked into buying them hundred dollar cameras. The two kids had developed an artistic eye from a young age, and loved taking pictures of everything they could. Once this became a bit more serious, Beth and Kimberly agreed that they would become the greatest two photographers in the world. That they would go to Grand Ridge Academy for Photography. The moment came where they both graduated from highschool, and college was coming around. Kimberly got accepted into Grand Ridge.

As for Beth? She went to a college in upstate New York. Leaving behind Kimberly to pursue her own goals.

Kimberly was hurt by the betrayal, and could never get a straight answer from Beth. It'd always be something about how she wanted to travel, or how her parents wanted to go, and how she wanted Kimberly to live her life. Only for Beth to send photos to Kimberly of her exploits. Never getting the answer she wanted, Kimberly became disillusioned with her photography, eventually having to drop out of her photography class, and skip a semester as she decided to reevaluate herself.

Kimberly got a job in cafe Sucre (as they were desperate for fresh blood), and developed a mild obsession with web series. As an experiment, she made a few videos with her phone and put them on Youtube under the pen name "PaperSister_07." What little reception she got from the videos was very positive, and motivated her to try something different. She used her camera's camcorder function to record better videos, and give herself a better idea of what she wanted to do.

Her web series (Named "Project: Worlds Unknown") was a ghost hunter series where Kimberly plays a paranormal investigator that hunts monsters of the world. It got fairly good reception, and that was what motivated Kimberly to not only buy better equipment, but pursue a career in Cinematography.

Afterwards, her popularity boomed (she currently has over a hundred-thousand subscribers), and she became an internet personality.

SIGIL & LOCATION ⫻ Kimberly's sigil is placed directly on the center of her forcehead.

ABSTRACTION ⫻ Photographic-Teleportation, the ability to teleport to different locations using photos as a medium.

ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ Kimberly's Abstraction manifested in her love of photography. If she has a photo of a location in her hands, she is engulfed in a white light, and is sent to that location. It'll take a few moments to "charge" but she'll appear there in a flash of light. It just takes a bit of focus, and envisioning. She has to focus on the picture, and picture herself being there, and then she'll begin "charging," as the aura of light surrounds her. This ability works with any place that Kimberly has taken a picture of, and regardless of if it's a physical picture, or a digital one. She could possibly teleport to pictures taken with her phone, or ancient ones, but it's a lot more time consuming. She can bring people with her, but they must be in close proximity, and must also envision themselves appearing in that place. Kimberly can only teleport in places in Farmer Hill, and the further away it is, the longer it takes to charge.

IN THE PRESENCE OF THE MOUNTAIN ⫻ When infused with the power of the mountain, Kimberly's ability takes less time to charge, and requires less focus. In theory, she could instantly teleport somewhere. This is only a passive buff, she has a few other abilities unlocked in the process. If she focuses on a place hard enough, she is able to scry on the location through the photo. She can see everything going on in the photo in real time as if she was there. A good ability for spying, albeit situational. The ultimate ability that the mountain grants her is the ability to possibly time-travel. It's not something she can do at will, and requires a ton of focus, but she may travel to the specific point where the photo was taken.

AURA SENSING ⫻ Kimberly's unlocked aura-reading potential manifests, again, in photography. She gains the aura to see the auras of people and objects that she has taken pictures long as it is within eighty meters of herself. Even if the object is moving from the point where she took the photo, she can still sense it.

LIMITS ⫻ Kimberly can travel anywhere in Farmer Hill (She cannot teleport further than that), but the further away from her current position, the longer it'll take. She may be able to instantly teleport to a spot a few feet away from her, or take ten seconds to teleport twenty feet, but it requires a few moments of constant mental focus to teleport further. In this time, she has to stay still, and focused. Or else she'll lose focus, and the charge will be "reset." This makes her vulnerable. In addition, if the photograph is damaged in any way, she'll only teleport part of the way there. There isn't a limit to how many people she can teleport, long as they envision themselves being in the location of the photo, too.

WEAKNESSES ⫻ Due to the nature of her ability, there isn't too many weaknesses to her ability due to the low-powered nature of the abilities, but she has plenty of limits. There's only one weakness, and it's a mental one. Usage of her ability increases her feelings of jealousy... to homicidal levels. It may cause her to act stupidly jealous of the people around her, and may cause aggression in all of her interactions.

While Project: Worlds Unknown is a paranormal show, Kimberly hasn't encountered the supernatural, nor does she believe in it. The camcorder that Kimberly uses is a Sony - Handycam AX53 4K, which is what has served her well until she gets a new one. As for cameras, Kimberly has a Sony cybershot digital camera (one of the compact models), and an instant print camera she got off Amazon. If she had to chose one, she'd chose the instant-print due to authenticity.

Kimberly also runs a business creating bootleg DVDs, and delivers them to get some extra cash.

Jordan doesn't appear to be the most approachable girl in Farmer Hill. Probably due to that scowl on her face, or that look of general irritation. Her voice is a bit gruff (due to all the smoking she does, but that is neither here nor there) and definitely doesn't help. Usually, she has a demeanor of someone that keeps to themselves, and that shows in how quiet she is. But, when she speaks, no one has a louder voice or presence than Jordan. Though, Jordan cannot walk with confidence, or even straight like other people her age do. Jordan walks with a heavy limp, as if she received a horrible injury when she was younger. She can still walk at the same pace as everyone else, but they can tell she has a problem. Closer examination tells that Jordan makes careful, and deliberate movements. Nothing sudden, or sloppy. Even as she runs, it looks like she's carefully making every single step to avoid tripping.

But, the one thing that makes her stand out in Farmer Hill so much is heritage. Jordan is African-American in a town that is primarily white. Not a native of the township, however, her "city" (Philadelphian) accent. Jordan's skin is a much lighter shade of brown, almost tan. She's what's called "light-skinned." Jordan's skin is fairly good due to all the maintenence done to it, with only a few blemishes around her body. Jordan's hair is a black color with an afro-texture, and her lips are very large, and thick. Hardly disproportionate to her relatively same sized nose, with a thick nose-bridge, and nostrils. Her eyes are small, unturned, and her irises are a dark-brown color. Jordan's ears are a crescent-shape, and medium-sized.

Jordan has plenty of tattoos all over her body. The most notable one is the weave of roses on the left side of her chest, above her breast. Going down her left thigh is three roses with abnormally long stems. On her right arm, she has a large tattoo that says "In Loving Memory of Madison Brown." But, on her right leg, there is a disgusting scar. It appears to be from surgery, but it also looks like her leg has been mangled to the point of no return. It's amazing that she can still stand up on her - but Jordan is more than willing to take barely standing than no standing. She also has a few piercings. On her ears, nose, belly-button, and nipples.

Jordan's build is fairly thin, and well-toned. She's in no means muscular, but she has some definition to her body. Of course, this tone appears to be fading, but Jordan still retains some body definition from before the accident. Her active metabolism, good eating habits, and exercise help her stay in shape. Because the last thing that Jordan wants is to become a land whale. Accident or no.

Jordan was born in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, in a relatively lower-class family. She didn't have the best upbringing, but definitely made the best of it. Most importantly, she was never alone. She, not only had a big family, but a knack for befriending people. She seemed to be borned with a special kind of charisma. These people taught Jordan morality, and the importance of basic human decency... to a point. She definitely wasn't one to take bullying, and lashed back as hard as they did. She did the best she could to befriend as many people as possible.

It wasn't long before Jordan's interest in music developed into something more. It became a passion. It started with music class at school, and then it evolved into wanting a guitar. Her parents could barely afford it, but they got it for her for her birthday. It was difficult for her to learn with no teacher, but she found every way she could. Until she knew the guitar like the back of her hand. A friend teaching her helped. As the years went by, Jordan's passion for the guitar remained. Regardless of what mood she was feeling.

Eventually, she tried singing... with mixed results.

Either way, Jordan wanted to do it for a living, even though everyone told her that it was a terrible idea, but she didn't listen. She was happy, and that was the way she was going to live. One of the people to encourage her was Madison Brown, one of the cousins she knew as long as she could remember. Madison encouraged Jordan to do whatever made her happy, and was the closest link in her extended family. If there was someone Jordan would tell someone, it would be Madison.

Hitting highschool, Jordan hit it off with the "popular crowd." The kind of kids with no sense, that everyone wanted to be. All because of her personality, and attitude. She was the person who kept them in line, in a sense, while also enjoying the benefits they had to offer. Such as status, and a good time. She helped her cousin Madison get into this crowd, and that enriched the experience for Jordan.

This experience went on, Jordan felt like she was on top of the world. Until she hit graduation... and the worst day of her life took place. She and her friends went on a hardcore night of debauchery. Full of drinking, sex, and partying like it was the last day of their young lives. Jordan was driving them around, drinking like a fool. On a dare, Jordan ran a light, and was hit by another car. The car was sent flying, and Jordan hit another car. The car was horribly mangled, and Jordan was impaled through the leg with a steel beam. The rest of her occupants weren't doing any better, were either badly wounded or... in the case of Madison Brown, dead. Bust her head open when the second car hit her.

Jordan didn't even get to see it, as she had passed out due to traumatic shock. She woke up in a hospital, and was told what happened. What happened to Madison... and was sent into a deep descent. Jordan was catatonic for a day straight as she processed what happened. She was consumed by guilt, she felt responsible for what happened to her cousin. She took some time off from her passion to come to term with what happened. Though, her leg was badly injured, and she would never walk the same again. Hell, it took months of physical therapy to learn how to walk again. Then it tooks even more months of psychological therapy to come to terms with how reckless and stupid she was back then, and how it cost someone their life. She promised that she would never do something like that again.

Then she turned to the guitar to alleviate stress, and remembered her goal in life. Becoming one of the best guitarists the world has to offer, and hell if she was going to let a bad leg stop her. Her parents surprised her with an acceptance letter to Grand Ridge Academy. Before shipping her off to Montana... and one of the biggest changes of pace of her life.

SIGIL & LOCATION ⫻ The symbol of an hour-glass, large and placed on her back.

ABSTRACTION ⫻ Temporal-Pausing, the ability to stop time, while being able to freely move.

ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ Jordan ironically gets the one Abstraction that could have saved her cousin. The ability manifests in creating a temporal field around herself in a seven meter dome. Inside this dome, everything else is frozen in place, but Jordan (and by that extent, other Awakened, as their resistance to each other's powers render them immune to Temporal pausing) are able to move freely. While everything is static, Jordan is able to manipulate the environment by touching it. However, she is unable to manipulate people, who are entirely immutable during Temporal-Pausing. Which means she cannot injure anyone inside the field. Outside the field, paused time is entirely imperceptible to normal people, they just won't notice it - but can be frozen if they enter it. Awakened can see the field, and stopped time. The duration of temporal pausing is somewhat short, around one minute give or take, before time resumes. Once time resumes, any changes that Jordan make will instantly happen. Almost as if she had teleported. However, this isn't a voluntary ability, she has to be in a state of intense stress (I.E be threatened) for it to activate - along with having to perceive the danger. It's almost like a fight or flight reaction. It has a couple minute cooldown before she can do it again.

IN THE PRESENCE OF THE MOUNTAIN ⫻ The mountain extends the range of the temporal field to twenty meters, which is fairly distant. In addition, the extension of the temporal field is greatly increased to five minutes. Which makes her Abstraction much more powerful. The mountain also grants the ability to voluntarily stop time... but only at a short range, and for around twenty seconds. She requires thirty seconds before she can voluntarily stop time again.

AURA SENSING ⫻ Jordan's aura reading is connected to people who are in danger. If someone is presently in danger (or heavily feels they are), Jordan can read their auras from around thirty-two meters.

LIMITS ⫻ When she's away from the mountain; the temporal field lasts for only one minute at a time at most, and afterwards it takes around five minutes before she can stop time again. Which means that there will be a gap in time before she can save herself, or someone else. Awakened are immune to it's effects, and some Extra-normal beings are also resistant to her time changes. She cannot manifest the field at will, she can manifest a weaker field in the presence of the mountain.

WEAKNESSES ⫻ There aren't too many weaknesses to Jordan's ability, other than the fact that some things are outright immune to the time pausing. Which means that there's some instances where her power is completely useless. In addition, she's not the most agile, because she has a bad leg, and her time stopping is sometimes the only thing that can save her.

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Hagan is a big boy. A very intimidating figure standing at six-five, and what doesn't help is that he's built pretty well due to exercise and working out. To him, he'd rather experience the high of working out, then stuff his face with sweets. Though, he isn't a bodybuilder, he definitely has definition. He looks like a thug, the kind of person that'd kick your ass at the slightest provocation. And that's definitely true. That's the vibe he wants to give off, the aura of an ass kicker. The big man. He takes large steps, and walks with his hand in his pocket. And when he's not walking, he usually has his arms crossed.

Hagan is from the big cities, and not that too used to small town life. You can tell by his city slicker accent, and habit of speaking quickly. He has a somewhat deep voice, but nothing overtly intimidating. It's more rough than anything. Hagan is an Irish-man that is part Scottish, and part Russian. He appears more Russian than anything due to taking after his father. It's to the point where his mother has trouble explaining to people that Hagan is her son. He is Caucasian, with his skin being somewhat fair. There's quite a few scars on his body due to all the roughhousing he does. From fighting, to childhood injuries, etc. His nose has always been a bit crooked from not healing correctly, either. His knuckles are also quite bruised.

Hagan has a fairly well defined face. Starting with his strong jawline, and but his very large butt-chin is a source of jokes. His face is fairly heart-shaped in general. His other facial features are fairly subdued, and small. His nose is droopy with small nostrils, and a thin nose bridge. Which don't look disproportionate compared to his thin lips, and small mouth. His ears are diamond shaped, and pretty big, he has them studded with earrings and other jewelry.

Hagan's style shifts from practical, to sharp. For example, casually he's never seen out of jeans, or boots, unless he's working out, or at home. Usually he'll wear a T-shirt of some kind over top of that. When he wants to make an impression, he'll wear a jacket of some kind, and he always has a jacket for every occassion.

Hagan isn't a native of Farmer Hill, his mother on the other hand, was. She was the daughter of Douglas Rosefey, the hard farmer man that'd rather live in the fields, than die in the cities. She was the oldest of many children, but was also the only one to make the decision to leave Farmer Hill with her sweetheart Albert Earls. They got married, and moved to Manchester Connecticut, where they lived a relatively peaceful life. Hagan was the result of that marriage. Life was hard, but they made due the best they could. Eventually things improved for the family.

Hagan was a relatively troubled kid growing up, and he didn't played well with others. All because of some behavioral problem the Earls couldn't sort out. Because of this isolation in school, he was singled out, and bullied by the other kids. First it started with teasing, then it didn't take long for it to become physical because they could get away with it. Albert wasn't having it, and thought Hagan the first thing about fighting in order to defend himself. He went back to school, and fought back. Making them back off. This is where Hagan learned that you need strength to get ahead in life

Advancing through school from there was easy, he didn't make too many friends, but he eventually learned to let people in. Hagan was living life at his own pace. That changed when the family split up after the revelation that his father was cheating on his mother with another woman, and even got her pregnant. This came to Hagan so suddenly, and his father left them without a care in the world. Then it just became Hagan, and his mother against the world. Nobody spoke about the falling out, and they had to try extra hard to stay afloat, with their breadwinner gone.

Going into highschool, he was desperate to learn independence from his parents, so when it's his time to out on his own, Hagan would be on his toes. Hagan did the best he could to get through classes, but they were not his speciality. Just for the passion of it, Hagan became a football player, and one of the star players. His name became known across school as the big, hard-hitting, quarterback that got all the girls and kicked ass. However, whenever he got with the girls, it felt hollow. There was something he didn't like.

He had a rather close friend in the football team that he told everything with, and explained his lack of attraction to women. That friend explained that he may not even be into women, and Hagan denied that. Hagan and this friend started to hang out a lot more, and get far closer than ever. Hagan felt something between the two, and it didn't take him long to act on that growing affection. In the locker room, the two shared a kiss when they thought they were alone. They were going to go further, but someone came in, and they stopped.

Hagan aggressively denied that ever happened, and kept away from the "friend." Bottling up his feelings, and throwing them away. Rumors came out that Hagan was "a faggot," and he started to get paranoid. Very defensive. But, it came to a head when a fellow team mate approached him, and said that he saw the whole scene take place. Threatening to tell everyone if Hagan didn't leave the football team. This made the already testy Hagan fly off into a blind rage and brutally beat the boy half to death, anything to ensure that he'd keep his mouth shut.

Unfortunately, the police didn't share the same sentiments, and Hagan was arrested, and spent a few months in juvie.

When he got out, his mother immediately sent him to Farmer Hill, a town he only heard about in off conversation. Because she thought that Hagan needed some time with her father to even him out. And evened out Hagan was. Douglas was the world's biggest hard ass, and he had Hagan working in the fields and farms. He hated it at first, being away from all he built up, but he realized they all saw him as a "a faggot." So, he begun anew in the schools in Farmer Hill, he graduated highschool, and then college came around, and his mother got him into Grand Ridge like she planned on for years.

Hagan, still defensive over his sexuality, calmed down, but there are some outbursts.

SIGIL & LOCATION ⫻ On his chest, Hagan has the symbol of a shield.

ABSTRACTION ⫻ Barrier-Projection, Hagan has the ability to project a powerful barrier to protect himself and others.

ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ Hagan's abstraction manifested in the ability to cast a shield as you could say, around himself, when threatened. This barrier is transparent, near-invisible, with a slight white tint to it. Most importantly, it acts as a solid that prevents anything from passing through it, and keeps the other side safe. When the barrier is touched, it turns opaque around the point of impact. The shape of the barrier depends on the threat presented. If someone is coming at him with a baseball bat, then it'll be relatively flat. If someone comes at him with a flamethrower, the barrier will take a rounder shape. At the moment, it's purely a subconscious ability. With the barriers manifesting to react to danger, rather than Haggar actively using it. Eventually, he'll learn how to create the barriers whenever. The barriers are fairly strong, capable of surviving a barrage of bullets, but will crumble eventually as it begins to weigh down on Hagan.

IN THE PRESENCE OF THE MOUNTAIN ⫻ When Hagan is in the mountain, the shields become twice as durable. Able to take two times the punishment before showing signs of wearing down. His control over the shields are heightened immensely, and allows him to not only create the shields anywhere withintwenty five feet. It also allows him to manipulate the shape of the shield, along with moving it. So, in theory he could use the barriers as a weapon.

AURA SENSING ⫻ Hagan's aura sensing ability is connected to his Abstraction. It allows him to sense the auras of people who have attempted to attack him or anyone he cares about (otherwise triggering the shield), for thirty minutes, over a thirty-five meter radius. As time goes on, the radius will lower until the aura fades from his eyes.

LIMITS ⫻ Hagan can only create barriers in a twenty foot radius to protect himself, and other people he cares about. Beyond that limited radius, he's useless. The barriers are so durable that most attacks would bounce off it, but it's connected to his mental and physical state. If he's feeling particularly defeated, the barriers will lose quite a bit of their strength, and will shred like paper. Passion and courage makes the shields their strongest. He can only create one shield at a time, and the shield can persist as long as Hagan perceives danger, or it is destroyed.

WEAKNESSES ⫻ Hagan's barriers are a bit weaker against extra-normal beings (the Awakened and beyond). The abilities of an Awakened have an easier time breaking down his barriers, and can even pass through them with focus. The shields getting damaged sends a mental backlash to Hagan. It starts as a basic headache, but if the shield gets destroyed, it'll be so bad that he'll be screaming in pain.

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Lynette is definitely a girl that stands out in the crowd. With her massive head of kinky black hair, and near matching dark skin, she stands out in contrast to the predominately white Farmer Hill. Though, other than that, her aura and demeanor are generally subdued. She generally lingers in the back, out of sight, rather than taking the forefront. Even when she's moving, she doesn't really stand out with any kind of swagger, or confident walk. Her gait is relatively calm, and collected, she slowly takes steps one at a time - and also watches her step in case she steps in or on something. Her voice is soft, but she speaks quietly, and doesn't really shout, or anything of the sort. She can be called mousy, and what gives her a bit of a librarian demeanor is the large, thin-rimmed, glasses, that she wears.

Lynette is definitely African at first glance - specifically Afro-Caribbean with the slight accent she has. What they don't know is that Lynette has a few South American countries in her blood - mainly Columbia, and Argentina, but it goes a bit deeper. Lynette's skin is such a deep black color, that it's hard to tell that she's anything other than black. Her skin is relatively clear - she has a few scars, but nothing that'd really pop up. She does have afro-textured hair, that is very curly, and forms a near-afro of sorts. Her hair is also so dark that it nearly matches her skin. Her hair is very clean and well maintained.

Lynette has plenty of tattoos on her, most of them are easily concealed by her by. On her shoulder, in particular, is the symbol of a raven. Placed over her stomach is a floral wreath that surrounds a moon With the flower being placed right above her belly on. Tattooed on her wrist is a dreamcatcher. On both of her legs, where they start she has a a fancy flowery wreath with feathers hanging off.

Lynette's build is very lanky, and thin, built up from a little bit of yoga and morning jogs to keep the weight off. Though, she definitely isn't without her curves. She has a "bubble-butt" that keeps the boys staring, and has a 36F cup which means she isn't a slouch in the chest department either. This would be great if Lynette had any real interest in romance. Probably the most defining feature about Lynette's face is her full pointed lips, and her small, brown, almond-shaped eyes. Her jawline is sharp, and her cleft-chin is hardly noticeable given how it blends into the rest of her face. Her abnormally large, crescent-shaped ears are thankfully hidden by her enormous afro.

Lynette's past was relatively simple: was born in New York as the daughter to a father that worked for one of the big companies situated there. He was no CEO, but he definitely had more than a living wage - all because of good schooling. Lynette's mother was a deaf woman who was one of his coworkers that were brought upon to show that his business is diverse. Eventually, the two got romantically involved, and he ended up marrying her - not before putting a baby in her! That baby was Lynette, the oldest child and start of a vast family with five other siblings coming after her.

Lynette and her siblings were given the best schooling money could buy - and with daddy Dominguez going nowhere, money kept flowing in. She was relatively close to her mother, because her father was busy and she was left alone with raising the kids. Lynette was a bit different than her siblings, because as where they sought out social interaction, Lynette sought out knowledge. She was far more academic than her siblings. She wasn't the most socially outgoing person, but she was by no means socially awkward. She was good enough with interactions to help her gain a friend or two, but largely was ignored by the masses.

Which was fine with Lynette, her raging curiosity was what kept her motivated. Once she hit her teens, puberty hit and she grew out finely. Good enough to attract the attention of a few boys... but none of them went anywhere because it was difficult for Lynette to connect with them - or they just wanted into her pants. She pushed them away... and eventually, through the help of a friend, found the joys of videogaming. It was pretty much her fun outlet she used when she wasn't studying, or researching something. It came to the point where her sisters tried their damn near hardest to pull her away from the consoles, but it wouldn't work.

Lynette gained another hobby when she was digging through her mother's belongings one night - out of a boredom induced curiosity - and found a journal. A journal that belonged to her late-grandmother, oddly written in clear english. It spoke of a line of women that were known as "Witch Mothers," back in her home, and were practitioners of magic. Healers of a different variety that used their talents for good, or bad. Lynette became immediately fascinated with the practice, and immediately went to research it online... only to find nothing of it. She looked into Vodou, but it was nothing like what the journal talked about (or even how the West depicted the religion).

So, Lynette launched a clandestine search into her past, and roots, and surprisingly there are no traces or records of any ancestors past her grandmother - even though her journal explicitly said that there was a long line. Lynette also dug into any form of practice of magic or occultism, and became quite fascinated by the various arts - especially witchcraft. She seemingly became an expert in it in the months that she had researched into it. However, she didn't find a trace of the Witch Mothers, or her bloodline - what she did find, was a little clue to her search.

The end of her grandmother's journal was burnt off, but it mentioned a place known as "Farmer Hill" being a "Nexus." Which was a weird phrase, but Lynette did some googling, and found Farmer Hill, Montana. Which was the only trace she could find. She had become near-obsessed with her grandmother's legacy, and wasn't going to leave it alone at this. So, once she finished high-schools lined up... but she settled on Grand Ridge. Just so she can get to the bottom of this, then transfer to an actually good college.

She started towards her degree in STEM.

SIGIL & LOCATION ⫻ In the middle of her chest, in between both of her breasts, is a glyph.

ABSTRACTION ⫻ Elemental Glyphs, the ability to produce different elemental effects by drawing their glyphs on an object.

ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ Lynette's abstraction is rooted in her fascination in the magical and occult parts of her past, mixed with her interest in spiritualism, and the symbolisms of other cultures. She has an abstraction that is best described as Glyph Magic. How it works is that she basically draws one of five symbols on an object, and an elemental (or psychic) effect (or better described as a "spell") is created from the glyph. Lynette has access to six different elementals; the four classical elements. They are Fire, Water, Air, and Earth, each with their own symbol that needs to be drawn to access their power. After drawing the glyph, Lynette, at will, can command the glyph to use their spell. It can be a fireball, to a wall of ice, to a tremor shock, to even a miniature tornado. However, the scale of the glyph is what dictates its strength. A glyph drawn on her palm will be be able to produce basketball-sized effects (Fireball, ice-ball, etc), while a glyph the size of a car is what will allow her to create the more powerful effects.

There is no real limit to how large or small a glyph can be. In theory, she can create a glyph that encompasses fields, or even the size of countries. That's only a theory, however, as in practice it'd take incredible amounts of time and effort to pull off, and it can easily be interrupted. In addition, Lynette can create glyphs out of any material, on any surface - she just has to draw the glyph. She can draw it in the dirt with a stick, or even draw it on herself with a marker. The glyphs have a "charge," or are a battery, that deplete with usage. The smaller "spells" use less of a charge, while the larger ones take up a lot more energy. The larger glyphs, of course, hold a bigger charge.

Below are the elements Lynette has access to:



IN THE PRESENCE OF THE MOUNTAIN ⫻ The mountain's graces allow Lynette to effectively cast spells without needing to draw glyphs first. She gains the ability to manifest "ghost glyphs" on objects by focusing really hard, and creating them on the object. These ghost glyphs effectively are the same as her regular glyphs, but have one usage before they disappear for good. It takes a few moments for them to manifest, and it takes a lengthy wait before the larger ones appear. In addition, if she draws a glyph, she'll be able to cast larger spells from smaller glyphs, and far more efficiently.

AURA SENSING ⫻ Lynette's aura reading has two ways to activate it. For starters, she can sense the auras of whatever she has drawn a glyph on long as the glyph persists. She can sense it five meter radius. This is more of a "sub" aura-reading ability. The main side of the aura reading roots in her fascination with magic, and occultism. She has the ability to sense whoever uses a magical or extra-normal ability in a twenty-two meter radius, long as they are actively using it. It doesn't work on abilities that work passively.

LIMITS ⫻ To even access the meat of her abstraction, Lynette needs to draw it first. Which can be difficult in a lot of situations and circumstances. It may be easy enough to draw a small glyph, but in order to use the meat of her abstraction she'll need to draw a larger glyph. In addition, the glyph needs to be neatly, and cleanly drawn, or else it won't be nearly as effective. Lynette can only have three active glyphs at a time (five when she's in the presence of the mountain). When she reaches this limit and creates a new one, the oldest glyph will immediately fade away. She can only interact with these glyphs in a five meter radius, once she's outside of it, they are effectively useless until she gets back in range. The glyphs will also fade away after twenty minutes.

WEAKNESSES ⫻ The glyphs can be destroyed, by either supernatural or mundane means. Even smudging it greatly is enough to render it useless. In addition, glyphs can be destroyed by being exposed to their opposing element (Fire can be erased by a cup of water, air can be removed by a rock, etc). In addition, Lynette lacks any immunities or protections from these elements - and neither does whatever she draws the glyphs on. She can be burned by fire, frozen by ice, and so on... so it's ill-advised that she creates the glyphs on herself. Lest she wants to give herself a nasty burn.

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Standing at 5'4, Madeline's fair skin, short dark brown hair, and blue eyes would make to think she could be of regal ancestry, but her lazy, casual, and partialy apathetic personality says otherwise.

She's normally seen wearing hoodies and tanktops with pastel colors, due to her being a walking solar pannel. With her formal wear being no different, with a leather jacket in place. She's never seen without her boots, changing pertaining to the current weather or season.

If one could look hard enough, they would see old burn scars on her skin. Madeline wont say how she got them, but you might already know either way. She has ear, nose, and mouth piercings, but is never seen with all three on. She has a slim build, keeping her weight in check.

Once upon a time, back when she was a child,
Madeline had lived an almost simple life. She was an orphan, living in a small run of the mill orphanage in Denver, Colorado.

From what she was told, her biological parents supposedly died, drowning from a hurricane flood, and the intended guardian she was to be given to was in no shape to take care of her. So Madeline was taken in by The Redwood Orphanage.

She spent most of her time alone, trying to learn how play the instruments that were allow to the children. The one she liked to play most was the piano, branching to her hobby today. Yet she still managed to gain some friends over the years.

Then one day, when she was 7, she was finally adopted by a family of a mom, dad, and a pair of older twin siblings . Life seemed to improve then. When they moved to Farmer Hill, she got decent grades in school, she improved on playing the piano, and gain an interest in gaming. Her parents, working as a waiter and waitress, were constantly working, so she was left alone with her siblings for most of the time.

One day, when she was 14 however, things seemed to take a drastic turn. When Madeline, her mother, and her sister went into town to shop, they had accidentaly hit a gasoline truck, resulting in the vehicle exploding into flames.

While her mother and siblings bodies were pulled out of the rubble, she was no where to be found, so Madeline was asummed dead.

When in reality, she was able to pull herself out of the car. Burnt and bleeding, Madeline was able to limp to the nearest family member, and was taken to the hospital, where she was treated and recovered.

Three years later, Madeline returned home.

Aparently, her mother survived the crash too, but her sister died from one of the car parts puncturing her lungs. She tried to get her life back on track after so, but will still, and always be, the ghost of Farmer Hill.

SIGIL & LOCATION ⫻ A black and white lotus flower on her wrist.

ABSTRACTION ⫻ Self-Healing, a restorative energy flows through Maddie that repairs all of her wounds, and resets her to a certain point.

ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ To reflect her thoughts of coming back to life, Madeline's abstraction gifted her the ability to heal at an accelerated rate using the same mystical force that flows through all the Awakened. Whenever she gets an injury, no matter how minor, it'll begin to glow with a mystical blue light that'll engulf it. After a few moments the light will fade, and the wound is healed. Depending on how severe the wound, the longer it'll take to heal. A stab wound would require, at most, ten minutes, while a broken leg would need an hour of healing. Anything smaller than that would either instantly regenerate, or take only a few moments. Any of Maddie's physical injuries can be healed (except for one type of injury). Long as she can survive it, she can effectively heal from anything. In addition, she can also heal from attacks dealt to the mind, or her emotions.

IN THE PRESENCE OF THE MOUNTAIN ⫻ When in the mountain's grace, her healing rate doubles. A stab wound takes five minutes, while a broken limb requires half an hour. Again, she'll near-instantly heal from anything smaller than that. In addition, she can pass on her healing energy to other people, and heal their wounds (albeit at a much slower rate).

AURA SENSING ⫻ Reflecting her fear of fire, Madeline can see the auras of things (objects and people) that have been burnt by fire up to 34meters of herself. The clarity depends on how badly they've been burnt. If it was only lightly, then she can only barely see it. If it was burnt to a crisp, then she can see very clearly. Only thing is that, due to Maddie's fear of fire, her aura reading actively cuts off if it is currently in flames.

LIMITS ⫻ Obstruction is the biggest limit to her self-healing. If there is an object in the way, then Maddie cannot heal it until the object is removed from her being. Speed is also the other limit; there isn't a limit to how much Maddie can heal at a time, but only how quickly she can do it. In addition, Maddie can still be knocked out, suffocated, etc.

WEAKNESSES ⫻ Fire is a big weakness for Maddie, not only does it disrupt her aura-reading, but it also disrupts her healing ability. When in the presence of fire, her healing slows down - and if it's an injury caused by fire, she actively cannot heal it any faster than any other wound. The process of healing is also a painful one, that'll make her feel twice the amount of pain as she heals.

- Madeline is usually called Maddie for short.
- Tends to play old arcade games when she can.
- Thinks the car crash from her childhood might not have been an accident.
- Is a sucker for broadway musicals.

Marijn, or Rien (pronounce Reen) as they generally go by, is pretty average in a lot of ways. They stand at a fairly average height with a fairly average weight and blue. They’ve got a very androgynous look to them; slight curves, but nothing special. It’s something easily fixed by a binder if they want to. Most of the time they don’t bother – people struggle to figure out what their gender is by appearance anyway (which is what they aim for). They’re pretty unnoticeable, honestly, which is added to by the lazy smile that’s almost permanently stuck to their lips.

In a contrast to their rest of their appearance Rien’s hair is the kind of thing that stands out. Dyed bright blue (like in your face bright), it’s obviously not their natural colour. Naturally their hair is properly blonde – which only makes it all the easier to dye. It’s rare that Rien’s lets their hair become its natural colour. They don’t really have much reason for this outside of liking how it looks. It’s incredibly curly natural and they just let it stay like that. They keep it relatively short with the fringe cut so it just doesn’t fall in front of their eyes.

Their eyes are also blue and quite a vivid shade, but not unnaturally so like the air. Their skin is fair verging on far too white. They just can’t seem to get a tan no matter how hard they try though they do have a sprinkling of freckles across their face. Rien has a fairly slim face, with a smooth jawline. Their nose sits evenly between their eyes, a bit on the large side (in their opinion).

As said previously, their body is pretty flat. It’s not particularly feminine or masculine – rather somewhere in between. This is added to by the baggy shirts they wear, topped off with jeans and denim jackets. Their not super fashionable but they do put in some effort. They’re almost always found wearing some kind of hat – probably a black beanie. Rien also has a fair few tattoos. One of the more predominant ones is a circuit board design going down the majority of their left arm. They’ve also got one on their chest (roughly above their heart) of a treble clef, with the name Katja Driessen written through it and ‘I still hear your music’ written below it in Dutch. Apart from tattoos their skin is relatively unmarked by scars.

Marijn grew up in the Netherlands, predominantly in the citty of Utrecht. They were born to a single mother and with a slightly younger twin sister, Katja. Their mother passed away when they were both quite young, too young to be properly affected by it, from illness – she had always been poorly. The two were put into foster care and jumped between families. They always managed to stick together and as a result had a close bond.

At ten Rien and their sister were adopted by a relatively young couple who could not have children of their own. The two flourished under proper parents, with Katja especially growing attached. They were both very artistic and would often sketch or paint together. Rien even took up an instrument so their sister wouldn’t be alone in learning the violin – though they much preferred sketching.

Growing older Katja got more and more sickly, before getting diagnosed with a degenerative disease and given only a few years to live. This, unsurprisingly, hit Rien hard. They really counted Katja as their only friend or family – so what would they do when they lost her.

It was at the age of fifteen, just a few weeks after their birthday, that Katja passed away. Rien tried to continue living normally – that’s what their sister would have wanted after all. But it was difficult to draw without her there and to pretend to care about anything anymore. So they just didn’t, deciding that growing attached would only get them hurt. They stopped doing traditional art in favour of digital, because it wasn’t quite as painful, and discovered their skill at computer science – throwing themselves into it.

Their adopted parents decided it would be best to start fresh in the hope that it would help. They entirely upped and moved country, all the way to USA and Farmer Hill. It was easier for Rien there, to pretend things hadn’t happened and to just live their life. They worked hard, though, to get accepted into Grand Ridge Academy as they graduated – and got a place to attend studying Computing Science.

SIGIL & LOCATION ⫻ A paintbrush, placed on their right shoulder

ABSTRACTION ⫻ Artistic Animation, the ability to create things from drawings.

ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ Animation is maybe not the best way to describe it, because Rien cannot really create living things (normally). If Rien draws some kind of object and focuses on it they can essentially make it come out of the picture / create it. It’s created exactly as it was drawn (so black and white comes out black and white). It’s also the size that is was drawn on that paper, so if Rien draws a tiny mug they’ll get one just like it. Unsurprisingly the abstraction manifested from their love (or former love) of art.

IN THE PRESENCE OF THE MOUNTAIN ⫻ In the presence of the mountain the first thing enhanced is the size of the things Rien can make. They’re not limited to the size of the paper, but can rather make things bigger than how they were drawn. They can also actually draw and bring into the world living beings (as long as they actually exist) – so they could draw a plant and bring it to life, or a cat.

AURA SENSING ⫻ Connected to their generally uncaring personality, Rien cause sense the auras of anyone who is overly stressed or tense in a twenty foot or so radius.

LIMITS ⫻ In other for Rien to manifest an object out of art, they physically have to reach into the painting and pull it out, all while focusing on it. Almost like they were pulling something from another world. Which can make pulling an object out on the fly difficult, as they can't just rip it out. Or they'll damage the painting. The only way they can manifest from a distance is in the presence of the mountain (around eight meters). Once manifested, the object has all the properties of it's real life counterpart (A sword would be hard and sharp, water would flow around and be wet,). So by all means, it's "real." Which means it can be destroyed by any other means, and it may not be that useful to manifest. Though, Rien has to draw the object at least somewhat realistically - or it'll crumble to pieces upon being manifested.

WEAKNESSES ⫻ Manifesting art drains the "color" out of Rien. In a literal and metaphorical sense. They'll literally start to lose the color out of their body and clothes until they are black and white. On the other sense, they'll gradually begin to lose their emotions, and ability to feel anything pleasurable. In the most extreme cases, they'll be a hollow, emotionless, husk, that cannot taste, smell, or feel anything good. In addition, water is the primary counter to their manifestations. If exposed to water, they'll gradually lose shape and then fall apart. Getting submerged would completely destroy them.

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First noticeable thing about Caelea is that she's short. There are people that are shorter, sure, but not very many. She pretends not to care about this - and honestly she doesn't, unless someone makes a comment about it. Then she'll make a big deal about it. But that'd happen if someone made fun of her for anything else. It's obvious by her body that's she's quite fit, with well toned arms and legs. She's slim with little extra weight - she exercises too often and eats too little for that.

Aside from the fact that she's short, adding to Caelea being easily identified is the fact that she's albino. This means that everything about her it very pale. It gives her a certain ethereality to her appearance which is only added to by the fact that she's pretty aloof. Her hair is such a light blonde that it's looks practically white. While most would be happy to have a hair colour others would have to dye to achieve it annoys Caelea to no end. She's not exactly going to blend in with it is she? Still she keeps it long enough so that it falls below her shoulders. It's quite feather like and messy, often tied back to prevent it from falling in front of her face.

Caelea’s skin is, unsurprisingly, very pale. To the point where the smallest bit of sun could burn her. It’s a pain, really. Her face is quite round and lacking in any sharp edges – quite long in shape. Her nose and lips are well proportioned to it. She has eyes that are technically very pale blue. However in certain lights they look more purple then anything, and sometimes even have a reddish tint. She likes to stick with describing them as blue. It’s more normal.

Along with being slim and fit Caelea has decent curves for her size. Nothing too large (or annoying) but enough to make her body quite attractive. She generally lacks in scars – her hands and feet are tough and callused from gymnastics, but she doesn’t have anything else noticeable. They’re pretty obvious to in her more normal attire – she has a preference for shorts and tank tops over anything else, sometimes with a jacket on the top. She’ll swap to jeans or leggings if it’s really cold. Most of her clothes are quite plain coloured in varying shades of blue or any other colours she thinks don’t make her look washed out. Most of her clothing is quite sporty. She doesn’t have any tattoos, but she does have a right nose piercing.

Caelea was born in Farmer Hill and has never lived anywhere else. Her parents both moved to America when they were younger, after just marrying. So she’s technically Scottish and Irish even if she’s never visited the countries. Caelea was their second child, born ten years after her older brother. A mistake, you could say.

Her childhood was pretty normal, though. Her father was a banker and her mother an accountant – both well enough of that they were comfortable. With this came a certain stuck up opinion. The last thing they wanted was for their children to become farmers. That was below them. Because of her families nature Caelea didn’t have many friends in school. As she grew older the number decreased. Her parents pushed her hard to follow after them and be academically – to be like her brother who aced all his exams and easily got into Grand Ridge Academy to study mathematics. This was the last thing Caelea wanted. She was much more into sports and physical activities. Her parents said some pretty harsh things when she asked to join just a normal sports team.

So she learned simple gymnastics herself and worked on her flexibility through videos online all while going to school. When her brother graduated and got a good job in Farmer Hill she confided in him – he wasn’t as bad as her parents. Grudgingly her brother agreed to take her to gymnastics classes out of town, claiming that he was spending time with his sister once a week. Caelea excelled and enjoyed herself for once.

Then the end of high school came and with it the prospect of College. It was the last thing Caelea wanted to do but she wasn’t exactly given a choice. So, she got a place doing accounting at Grand Ridge because her parents made her and because she can’t say no to them. After all, the last thing she wants to be is a disappointment.

SIGIL & LOCATION ⫻ A flying bird, on her upper left back (around the shoulder blade).

ABSTRACTION ⫻ Air Manipulation, the ability to control air

ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ In actuality Caelea’s ability isn’t quite full blown Air Manipulation. She can control air but only in a more limited way – she can essentially create blasts of air out of her hands or feet. These have a range of maybe up to a foot. She can control just how powerful the air is, from a light breeze to a very strong gust. It’s obviously only useful in close range but allows her to do things such as propelling herself into the air or softening a landing. It can also blow stuff away and if she used it at its strongest on someone it would be quite damaging.

IN THE PRESENCE OF THE MOUNTAIN ⫻ In the presence of the mountain Caelea’s power becomes more full blown out air manipulation, so its controlling air in the more traditional sense. She no longer has to strictly shoot air out of her hands or feet and the distance is much greater, probably about ten times the amount.

AURA SENSING ⫻ Caelea can sense the auras of people who are not touching the ground in what is about a thirty meter radius. This includes those who are high up in buildings – technically touching something but not the “ground” itself.

LIMITS ⫻ Caelea's ability has a painfully short range, which means it's limited, but quite strong. Her ability may have a lot of raw power, but it lacks precision. She may be able to knock a car over with wind, but would find it hard to move a threading needle.

WEAKNESSES ⫻ Caelea's power disrupts airflow on a minor spectrum. Which essentially means it's hard for Caelea to breath while using her air powers, to the point where it becomes incredibly difficult. She may suffocate herself if she isn't careful with her power.

Not really, apart from the fact Caelea is a remake of a character from way back.

Min-Jun, who often just goes by Min to simplify things, is on of those people who is unfairly attractive without trying. He got the best traits out of both of his parents – and it’s wasted a bit, because he only cares about his academic ability. Min isn’t particularly tall but he grew an inch taller than his father so he was never going to reach much further. His build is the closest thing to average – he isn’t incredibly skinny but a high metabolism keeps any weight in check. If he did any frequent exercise he’d probably have a good build.

Min’s face is well defined, with noticeable cheekbones and hard edges. His eyes curve inwards slightly, a brown that’s practically black. They’re a bit on the small side but go well with his other features. His skin tone is a soft yellowish-gold. His hair is practically black, with a slightly brownish sheen to it. He keeps it short and neat with just a bit of a fringe. Something easy to manage.

Min pulls of simple clothing too well, looking good even if he’s just wearing a t-shirt and jeans. Often he’ll be found in just that – it’s more comfortable to work in. If he’s actually meeting people he’ll probably upgrade to a shirt and darker trousers. He owns his fair share of suits thanks to his parents which he saves for the special occasions. More practical and warm clothing is maybe the one thing he is lacking. Min tends to dress in monotone black, white and grey with a little bit of blue thrown in.

Min-Jun had a relatively normal upbringing. When he was five his cousin, Tuyen, moved in with them due to her father’s disappearance. Min was quick to get on with her – always taught that family was important by his parents. And without any other siblings she quickly became like a little sister to him.

Min always had the wait of his parent’s expectations on him. His grandparents had came over to start a simple business, just buying in goods you couldn’t get in Farmer Hill and selling them there. From that starting point it had expanded until his father took over. And Min would take over from him. His parents always pushed him to be the best, teaching him to constantly work hard. This combined with his natural intelligence meant that he excelled and easily gained his parent’s pride.

He knew that his cousin didn’t get the same support he did, so tried to help her a little himself. He’d always encourage her to do the things she loved after seeing her struggle with academics – he’d always believed it was best to do something you were good at. He was the one who made sure she aspired to do writing and made his parents allow her to drop science subjects in high school. If anything he was proud of her like any older brother would be.

Min got into college as expected of him, studying Economics and Mathematics. He hasn’t socialised very often, concentrating on working, but with his cousin now around he’s likely to be dragged out a little bit more.

SIGIL & LOCATION ⫻ An eye on the back of his neck

ABSTRACTION ⫻ Psychometry, the ability to perceive information from objects and people

ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ Min’s abstraction allows him to gain knowledge about an object, or a person, through touch. This information varies. For objects it might be who made and used it, along with information about what has been done with it and how it is used. For people he learns about basic facts; their names, background, where they’ve recently been, what they’ve recently done and the like. He can discern knowledge off both people and objects.

IN THE PRESENCE OF THE MOUNTAIN ⫻ In the presence of the mountain Min does not have to touch people – he can instead discern stuff from a short distance. Along with this it is possible for him to look deeper into a person, being able to replicate knowledge and skills they have. It allows him to go further into the past when looking at information related to objects.

AURA SENSING ⫻ Min can see the auras of those who have a lot of knowledge – for example someone who is a professor in their field or who has done a lot of research into a specific topic. This has a range of about 30 metres but he has to concentrate to see the auras most of the time.

LIMITS ⫻ Min's abstraction only works through touch, and it requires prolonged touch before he can pull deeper knowledge out of people and objects. He can get an object's entire history by holding it for around thirty minutes. However, he can force more information out faster if he focuses really hard. This is one of the few abilities that Awakened or other Extra-Normal beings are not immune or resistant to.

WEAKNESSES ⫻ Min's abstraction doesn't have too many weaknesses... other than potentially suffering an information overload if he tries to force too much information out of an object at such a short period of time. This causes him a massive headache, and makes it difficult for him to tell thought from information.

Min is fluent in Korean.

Tuyen is a bit on the shorter side, but not that small in the grand scheme of things. Her mother was smaller. She has a quite stocky build – a little bit wider than most her height. Along with this she is quite flat. Not enough so that she’d be mistaken for a guy, but there isn’t really that much there. She has a little bit of weight to her too which mostly goes to her legs. There isn’t much but it’s enough that she has to watch what she eats.

Tuyen’s hair is a dark brown-black, more brown in warmer lights. It falls down just past her shoulders and keeps relatively straight without much work. It frames a round face with a relatively soft nose and undefined lips. Her eyes are a very dark brown and a little bit bigger than normal. Her skin is golden-brown, inherited from her Vietnamese father – as many of her features are. She has very little of her mother in her aside from her hair.

Because she lacks in more feminine curves Tuyen tends to dress in nice tops and skirts, having a wide variety of combinations. She doesn’t often wear just a dress, finding it a bit stuffy, but is rarely found in something that isn’t a skirt. She does wear practical clothes when out and about around nature. She tends to prefer shades of purple, blue and pink though she isn’t very fussy when it comes to colours.

SIGIL & LOCATION ⫻ Tuyen's sigil is located on her chest right above her right breast. It's a featureless silhouette-like figure of herself that's all black, but it's in a poised stance with a hand in the air, ready to stab. Instead of the knife being in the sigil's hand, it's in the silhouette's chest.

ABSTRACTION ⫻ The Shadow, the ability to create a shadow-like entity spawned from negative thoughts and emotions that otherwise tortures her.

ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ Linked directly to her negativity, and other such dark thoughts, Tuyen has her own doppelganger that takes the shape of a shadow. This Shadow is a sentient being that near constantly taunts her, and tortures her with the deep down feelings of dread and insecurity that she has inside of herself. It has two states; inactive and active. In its inactive state, nobody but Tuyen is able to see it (Not even the Awakened can see it without certain abilities), and it actively protects her from psychic intrusion by filling the intruder's mind with screams. It can cloud Tuyen's vision by creating illusions, and fooling her into believing things that are not there, or hiding things. With enough focus, Tuyen is able to ward off the Shadow for a period of time, and get some peace - but it'll always return.

While active on the other hand... it manifests in the physical world. It's default appearance is of a black, inky, version of herself, but one of the basest abilities of the shadow is the ability to manipulate its own shape with the only limit being that it cannot get larger than twelve feet. It can either keep its form as a shadow of Tuyen, or it can become some horrific monster, whatever is spawned from her imagination. The Shadow is capable of interacting with reality, from reaching over and grabbing objects, to attacking. It's fairly strong, too - it's strong enough to throw a fully grown man around like it's nothing, and flip over a car with sheer brute strength. The Shadow will either manifest on it's own, or if Tuyen is able to plead with it. Normally, the being is only interested with tormenting Tuyen, and will do as it pleases, but if she is able to convince it, maybe it'll assist her. It has some semblance of self preservation and will protect her if necessary.

IN THE PRESENCE OF THE MOUNTAIN ⫻ While in the mountain's graces, it's strength doubles, and is able to lift up a minivan (albeit with much strain on itself and Tuyen). It's able to grow up to twenty-five feet in height, and mixed with its strength, it's incredibly dangerous. Able to compete with some of the strongest Awakened and extra-normal beings.

AURA SENSING ⫻ Tuyen can sense the Auras of not those who have doubt, or insecurity in their heart, but those who doubt her. If anyone is actively doubting Tuyen, or thinking about her negatively, she is able to see their aura from eighty meters away.

LIMITS ⫻ Tuyen's shadow, first and foremost, cannot move away from her. It's effectively clung to her body, and is as mobile as she is. This also means that she's effectively it's weak spot. Again, as stated in the description it can get up to ten feet tall, strong enough to pose a threat, and is able to near-limitlessly change its shape. Tuyen cannot control the Shadow - unless she learns to get over her insecurities, and her fear of failure. Otherwise, it'll do as it pleases.

WEAKNESSES ⫻ As stated before, the shadow is her own worst enemy, and only wishes to torture Tuyen. It's as much of a detriment (possibly even more) as a strength, and will do anything in its power to keep her from knowing her worth. Tuyen will have to conquer her inner-doubts in other to defeat it, and control it. The two of them are linked together, and both receive the same damage. If the Shadow gets injured, the same wound will appear on Tuyen (Where ever the location of it's anatomical equivalent is). It's possible for the Shadow to receive damage that'll kill Tuyen, or be disabled. Also, the Shadow merely manifesting is a drain on Tuyen, and will cause her to feel more and more exhausted the longer it's out. Until she can't take it anymore, and the Shadow will go inactive.

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Martin is a boy with an almost bird-boned figure and a frail, slight look to him. He had been small since childhood, always a step behind his peers in size and frame, he never seemed to have quite caught up. Short and as thin as a reed, he has bony shoulders and he looks as if a stray breeze could blow him aside. There seems to be little to no muscle throughout his entire body and he doesn't seem ashamed of it. His small build makes it hard for him to be intimidating and was often the reason that he was pushed around in highschool. While being unintimidating, it also makes him appear much younger than he is and far more fragile.

His skin is almost sickly pale and there is prominent bruising beneath his eyes. He's blessed with a very good jawline, his face is all angles with deep cheekbones. A sharp cupids bow and a full lower lip characterize a mouth that can usually be found pushed slightly to the side in thought. A broad forehead and thick dark eyebrows lead to a pair of stormy blue eyes that are shrouded in dark eyelashes. A pale scar cuts through his left eyebrow, arching towards his hairline and disappearing into his hair.

The clothing that he wears can be considered a little eccentric, perhaps almost like a goth who's phase never quite ended. He can be found in long black trenchcoats with high collars, black jeans and black steel-toed boots. When he's not in his signature trenchcoat, he will usually opt for black silk button up shirts, black turtleneck sweaters or black t-shirts printed with band logos on them. His nails are almost always painted a uniform black.

Born a native to Farmer Hill, Martin Cromwell lived with a divorced pair of parents, his father lived about two hours away. Alice Cromwell was a woman who was very busy in trying to maintain their household, often away long hours at a demanding job. This left Martin with a babysitter for most of his childhood, a kind young woman who he just called Addi. Addi was fantastic at her job and treated him in the way that his mother didn't have time too, she would take him places and buy him things and comb his hair out of his face. At times it was hard to remember that she was just hired help and he thought of her like a family member. When his mother would be cold and absent, Addi was always warm and receptive. She would listen to him and she would care for him, he begin to care more for her than he cared for his own mother.

Alice was not an inherently bad woman, though she was extremely stressed. She was wrapped into the throes of work and she never had the time to do the little things that her son was so desperately requiring. By the age of ten, it became clear to the young man that his household was a little bit off. This was the start of an attention streak for young Martin. He became obsessed with impressing his distant mother, despite Addi's advice to not let it get to him. He started doing anything that he could to get her approval, he found that her approval was intangible and untouchable.

School was rough on the young man, he was often at the bottom of the pecking order. He was the type of kid that either faded into the background or was targeted by larger kids, this led to him cowering back. It wasn't easy to avoid the shoves and the comments, every passing day became a struggle. He would try to avoid school to avoid the harsh words that burned into his skin, nothing he said or did would make them stop. He became obsessed with trying to blend completely in, if his own mother could forget his existence then so could these kids.

It seemed to work after some time, he became a ghost of a student. He didn't have many friends but he didn't have many enemies either. It was around the age of thirteen that his father bought him an electric guitar and an amplifier. At first, he didn't know why his father had given him the instrument and it collected dust for months. He finally picked it up and spent weeks trying to learn how to play it, memorizing cords and getting used to the feeling of it pressing into his palms. It became his obsession, he couldn't focus on anything else as long as this instrument had his attention.

He played for Addi, learning songs that she liked and listening to her "oo" and "ahh" at the sounds of his fingers picking away at the strings. He played almost constantly, drowning the world out in song. It helped him get through school, gave him something to do that was easier and more interesting than socializing with people who didn't really care if he existed or not. He held no grudge for his mother or even for the school that paid him no mind, he just cared about that guitar and the beautiful sound that he could make with it. With some help from his father, he ended up attending Grand Ridge Academy.

When he found that Grand Ridge was hosting a camping trip, he was eager to sign up. A change in scenery seemed like just the thing to inspire him.

SIGIL & LOCATION ⫻ A curling black shadow-like sigil on the right side of his neck.

ABSTRACTION ⫻ Shadow Generation: Generation and projection of shadows and darkness which absorb or nullifies light in the area.

ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ This ability doesn't have many benefits or down sides. He can project formless shadows, making them shift about and flit around. He can also absorb the light in a given area, sending it into complete darkness but he can't hold it like that for very long.

IN THE PRESENCE OF THE MOUNTAIN ⫻ His ability to hold darkness into place becomes stronger, making it so he can hold it there for much longer. He can move with this, holding the darkness wherever he may go. His shadow manipulation becomes more clear, holding stable shapes rather than formless masses.

AURA SENSING ⫻ True to his shadow nature, he can sense the auras of people or animals that are hiding, this extends to a one mile radius.

LIMITS ⫻ Martin can only produce shadows in a line of sight radius, and any darkness he creates will fade if he breaks line of sight with it. He can cover around a fifteen meter radius in darkness, but the abstraction wears him down, so he can't do it for too long. On the other hand, this is one of the few Abstractions that the Awakened are not resistant to.

WEAKNESSES ⫻ On the other hand, Martin cannot see through his own darkness, and it renders him blind as anyone else. In addition, it is completely ineffective against extra-sensory abilities, aura reading, or any senses beyond sight.

He does not like to be called "Mart" or "Marty" unless he's very fond of the individual.
He is highly allergic to cats.

Aliana is built tall and strong with a very slim, beautiful, figure and a good complexion to her bronzed skin. She walks with pride, very aware of her long legs and broad shoulders. She was always on the tall side and she was always very okay with it, seeming to prefer being the gangly girl over the small, quaint, girl. She's somebody who demands to be noticed and it's hard not to with her unique features and her slender form.

She has noticeably high cheekbones and a squared off jaw, full lips and a button nose. Her hair is a dark brown and usually cut short, it's very thick and curly. Her eyes are a very dark brown, ranging towards black and shaded in dark eyelashes. Her skin has dark freckles that smatter her shoulders and chest, a prominent dark mole stands stark on the left side of her neck. She has a tattoo of a dark red rose on her right ankle.

She can usually be found in casual, fashionable clothing. She's not the type to go over the top with clothing but she stands out just enough that she still demands attention. Brightly colored scarves, pointed heels and clattering bracelets can almost always be found on her person.

Born in south Florida to a Cuban mother and an American father, she grew up in a low income household. She spent most of her childhood in a fairly small trailer with two younger brothers. Her mother did her best to make their small home liveable for her three children. It was only their father who made the home uninhabitable for everyone. As far as Aliana could remember, he would go into rages and hurt her mother. These rages would usually scare the young girl into hiding until she couldn't hear the slamming any longer.

It wasn't until she was nine that she started trying to stand up to her father. That was the first time that he ever hit her. The young lady was full of fire, she didn't let the blows stop her from fighting back but the negativity of it all was starting to wear her down. She spent years encouraging her mother to leave her father and to get as far away from him as they could. It took years before they actually did move. At the age of fifteen, her and her two younger brothers landed in Farmer Hill.

Though the place wasn't ideal, they managed to find an affordable home and it was very far from her father. Her mother took back her maiden name and so did her kids, it was an act of solidarity. It was a complete separation from the one person that they had all feared for so long. In Farmer Hill, Aliana got the chance to be herself and to focus on goals that meant something to her. She got the chance to be the person that she had always wanted to be.

This chance came with the need to let no one in, she didn't want to be a tragedy and she despised the idea of pity. Soon, secrets became so easy for her that she almost never spoke about anything deeper than the here and now. Her emotions were cast aside and so were her thoughts and concerns. She became a blank space, a persona of a girl that laughed the world off.

Attending Grand Ridge Academy made her mother very proud, the idea of the camping trip struck her as a very fun way to kick back and relax.

SIGIL & LOCATION ⫻ A faded grayish eye on the underside of her right wrist.

ABSTRACTION ⫻ Cloaking: The power to hide objects/subjects from optical sight.

ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ This abstraction allows Aliana the ability to hide objects or people from visible sight, this expands to any living thing and any nonliving thing. Things that she cloaks will disappear completely from sight but will otherwise remain in their place, obscuring them from vision but not removing them from existence.

IN THE PRESENCE OF THE MOUNTAIN ⫻ Her ability to cloak things expands to a much further range and she's able to cloak them for longer.

AURA SENSING ⫻ Influenced by her love of track, Aliana can see the auras of individuals that are moving very quickly in about a half mile radius.

LIMITS ⫻ Aliana has a limitless range for cloaking objects - however, while she doesn't have a hard-limit, she has an effective range. She can effectively cloak objects within three meters of herself, able to keep it fully cloaked for as long as she stays focused. Outside of that, she has to focus a bit harder to cloak it. Outside of around ten meters, she'll be struggling to keep objects cloaked for more than a few seconds. The size of the object or area also has to be taken into account - she can keep an average adult male cloaked, again, for long as she can remain focused. She can keep, say, a minivan cloaked for about a few minutes before. She can keep a ten meter radius cloaked for about a split second. This is also one abstraction that bypasses the Awakened's resistance to each other. However, while her cloaking bypasses the Awakened's resistance, it doesn't stop aura reading, or any other extra-sensory abilities even in the slightest.

WEAKNESSES ⫻ Her cloaking ability impairs her own ability to see. While she isn't rendered blind, her vision is greatly dimmed, and she'll have a harder time seeing from a distance, and seeing finer details like colors.

Her brothers are very dear to her and she likes to make that glaringly clear.

Karma has shoulder length black hair, she is slightly above average in hight and is physically fit with a toned body thanks to spending a few hours a day working out..

SIGIL & LOCATION A microphone on her left collar bone.

ABSTRACTION Sound manipulation Karma can manipulat and enhance sound waves and vibrations and alter the frequently and pich of any sound.

ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION Karma can alter sound waves anyway she wants changing things like frequently and pich to alter the way they sound or she can change the direction there headed depending on how this is used it can be effective for both defence and offenseer.

with this ability Karma can take the sound of her music or any noise around her amplify and intensify it suppress or she can a create sonic boom or powerful sound waves or she could silence the sound of an explosion she can also mimic sound distort or warp sound and create echos however she cannot create sound out of thin air only manipulate existing sound.

IN THE PRESENCE OF THE MOUNTAIN In the presence of the mountain Karmas abilities become more powerful and easier to control she gains the ability to create sound out of thin air making it possible to create multiple sound wave and manipulate them all simultaneously with ease.

AURA SENSING Due to her connection to sound Karma can see and sense sound waves they appear as neon lights she can see them even if they are faint although the loader and more intense the brighter they appear.

LIMITS Karma is unable to create sound, and thus is forced to rely on external sound - at least while she is away from the mountain. Screaming and other such things would be hell on her vocal cords. In addition, she is unable to manipulate sound beyond ten feet of herself, and has difficulty altering soundwaves that are aren't away from her and is unable to alter more focused sund waves. Finally, her sound manipulation has a strange effect on her - excessive usage of it renders sound "dead" around her. Which means that a field will surround her that stops sound from traveling outwards, or inwards, effectively rendering her mute/deaf. Karma can still hear her own sounds, or sounds uncomfortably close to herself, but she cannot hear anything else. She is also still able to see sound waves using her aura reading.

WEAKNESSES Karma isn't completely immune to her own ability. While she may never go deaf, that doesn't mean she isn't immune to smaller things. To start off, loud sounds still may cause her pain - or at the very least some discomfort. So that makes it difficult in some situations. On a lower level, all the constant ultra and super-sonic frequencies she exposes herself to renders her very ill very quickly if she isn't careful. She'll find herself nauseous and vomiting after abusing her abstraction.

Anything else? Themesong? Random notes? Foreshadowing???

Rita’s mother has the body of a Greek goddess; Rita, unfortunately, takes after her father. Her brown eyes, already sunken and small to begin with, are bloodshot from a lack of sleep and an overabundance of allergies. Her fairly full lips only manage to form meager smiles on the occasion, her gap teeth that she hates always kept hidden from public in all but the most genuine of reactions. Her dark brown hair is straight and oily no matter what she does to it, with bangs that cover her thick eyebrows and the aftermath of a brutal battle with acne on her forehead from her adolescence. Her nose slants ever so slightly to the left from when she broke it, and there is a small scar underneath her chin from when she once fell off of her bike and clipped the corner of a brick. Her skin tone is fairly light, but her Greek roots do allow for her to get a rather wicked tan if she tries.

She’s a petite girl with a straight, modest build. Rita’s in fairly decent shape due to her constantly biking around town when she can, and she’d die before she admits it but she’s really proud of how her butt looks in jeans. Her clothes fit her very well, but her style is fairly conservative and has been described by one of her peers as “dad-esque”—collared shirts and cardigans paired with jeans and roughed-up white sneakers. The most risque she has ever been seen in public is capris and a polo with all but the bottom button unbuttoned. She almost never takes off the black “I <3 NY” bracelet that she wears on her right wrist, and she’s particularly fond of using vibrant hair scrunchies to contrast the drab, neutral tones of her outfits.

Rita manages to make herself always appear to be uncomfortable regardless of where she is, prone to unwarranted flinches and shrunken shoulders. Her face defaults to a pensive and distant stare, although one can truly tell when she is actually in deep thought by how intensely she is sucking in her lip. Her voice is quiet and tight, as if the act of speaking is a chore in it of itself, and an obvious Texan accent betrays her as not being a local.

Dear (New) Diary,

How does a girl born in a small town in Shithole, Texas end up moving to the even smaller town of Bumfuck, Montana? Well, the short answer is she’s taking a forty-four hour long Greyhound ride to attend Grand Ridge. That’s where the girl is at right now; stuck in the aisle seat next to a man with the world’s smallest bladder and the thirstiest mouth. The long answer is people. Three people, actually. Old Diary knew all about these people, but we don’t talk to Old Diary anymore. Old Diary is dead to me. We only have eyes for New Diary.

The first person was the mother. The girl lived with the mother in 3C of Sunshine Apartments, and for as long as she can remember the girl and the mother hated each other. The mother resented the girl—if it wasn’t for her, she could land herself a good man and get out of Shithole. The girl resented the mother—if it wasn’t for her, she wouldn’t have been born in Shithole. They could’ve called it even there, but then that’d require one of them to admitting that they were at fault. Plus, the girl felt that the crimes of the mother greatly outway the crimes of not being polite to the strange men that would claim to be the mother’s friend and then break her heart a week later. See, the girl was brutally teased by the boys who told her that they had seen her mom’s tits last weekend, which was obviously untrue in fifth grade but come highschool and fake IDs to get inside the strip club it had a chance to be accurate. Girls were even worse. They’d say, “Your mom is so pretty”, which meant “So why aren’t you?”

But, worst of all, the mother did not want the girl, she just wanted her freedom. Every year she asked “So, when are ya moving out?”and every year it became clearer that the question was not tongue-in-cheek.

But the father was perhaps worse than the mother. He was fun and kind, and the girl would spend weekends with him in Corpus Christi where they’d go to the beach or ride bikes. He’d buy her ridiculously expensive gifts for her birthday and for Christmas, and every summer they’d go travel together for a week. New York City was her favorite trip. It was also her last trip with him. When the girl was fifteen he gave her the best present somebody can possibly give someone—the truth. He had been married for the last eight years and had another daughter of seven, and now he felt like she was old enough to understand why it was impossible for her to permanently live with him.

I’m sure you already guessed it, New Diary, but the girl wasn't. She still isn’t. She doubts she’d every be old enough to understand that. But, even if she couldn’t understand it, she did know what he was saying: he didn’t want the girl, he just wanted a buddy.

Then there was her friend, not boyfriend. She wanted not boyfriend to be her boyfriend for years, but the girl was too stupid to say anything until senior year. After not boyfriend had been dating her best friend for a year. At prom. In front of everyone. While drunk. It was harrowing how embarrassing the entire thing was, and the girl ran out of the prom. Now, in the movie version of this story the not boyfriend would chase after her and admit that he liked her too and then they would kiss and the credits would roll and we’d assume everything worked out. In the real life version the not boyfriend did chase after her, and he admitted he liked her, and they did kiss, and then the credits did not roll and she screwed him, and then he didn’t talk to her the next day at school. And her best friend did not talk to her at the next day of school. And her best friend’s friends did not talk to her at the next day of school.

Eventually the girl heard through the grapevine that not boyfriend didn’t want the girl; he just wanted a girl before he went to college, and she was clearly more willing to put out than the one he had.

So the girl figured, hell, if they don’t want me in Texas, then I don’t want them either. She didn’t pick Grand Ridge because it was prestigious or because of its a good school to study to become an actuary, but because it was a forty-four hour bus ride from home. The girl struck herself a deal with a private room for the summer on Airbnb and hopped on a bus the week after she graduated. She was even invited by her future roommate to go on a camping trip with some other students. So, screw it, it’s time to shed her wallflower petals and turn a new leaf.

She really hopes this isn’t going to be some hazing bullshit.

Sincerely,

A girl named Margarita

P.S. thirty times. He went to the bathroom thirty times in forty-four hours.

SIGIL & LOCATION ⫻ Four black lines circle the fingers on her left hand and then travel down her palm before terminating at the bend in her arm.

ABSTRACTION ⫻ Question Master, the ability to compel someone to tell the truth (and other fun things) by simply asking a question.

ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻Question Master allows Rita to expel her doubt about others. Whenever she is in a conversation with someone that person is compelled to answer any of the questions she asks with what they believe to be the truth. This is not an ability she can will on or off: every single question she asks forces the answerer to give the truth if they heard her. The ability can only be focused on one individual at a time, directed through her maintaining eye contact on the target—so people around the corner who hear the question don’t feel obligated to chime in too. If she wants to let someone answer uninfluenced, she could always just avoid looking at them.

Her questions can range from narrow to broad, but the more specific or direct ones tend to wield better results as a person is compelled only to answer the question, not to compulsively tell the truth about every single thing they are keeping a secret. For example, asking if someone was lying would only get them to say yes or no, while asking what someone was lying about would get them to divulge a bit more information. Furthermore, asking someone about everything they lied about would result in them going down a laundry list of how far back they could remember. So, it’s best to be thoughtful in her probing.

The Blind cannot sense that she is making them answer her truthfully. However, they are fully aware of the words coming out of their mouths after they finish telling the truth. If they had intended to tell the truth than no harm no foul, but if they had intended to lie then they completely think that they just had a pretty harrowing slip of the tongue. This means that is rare for someone to sit down with Rita and air out all of their dirty laundry. After all, people tend to try to duck out of conversations pretty quickly once it gets awkward.

IN THE PRESENCE OF THE MOUNTAIN ⫻ She puts the master part into Question Master. Rita’s questions take on a much stronger influence in regards to the Blind. They become suggestions that people are compelled to follow, although just because she suggests someone does something it does not necessarily mean that they will succeed in whatever the act is. She still has to say it in a question like, “Why don’t you give me twenty dollars?” for it to take effect, but the action does not have to be immediate. For example, she could ask someone if they would leave town next Saturday and they would have to. Once a suggestion is fulfilled the person is no longer compelled to follow it, so to use the previous example the moment they left town on that Saturday they could just as well immediately head right back into it.

AURA SENSING ⫻ Rita’s aura works like a search engine for recent conversations. She can focus on key phrases or names and scan for conversations that have happened in a 30 meter radius within the last hour. Any positive results highlight the aura of the individual who had talked about the certain subject for 15 minutes. Undeniably, she frequently uses this to see if anyone has been talking about her behind her back.

LIMITS ⫻ Rita's abstraction suffers from two obvious limits; sound and eye contact. If nobody can hear her, they are immune. Same goes for those who aren't making eye contact with her. Rita's abstraction is interesting when it comes to other Awakened, they are resistant to it, but not completely immune. An Awakened that is unaware of her abstraction may find themselves unintentionally answering her questions, but they feel a psychic pull in their skull telling them that something is wrong. If they find out her Abstraction, then they'll be able to resist her abstraction.

WEAKNESSES ⫻ Rita's abstraction, not the strongest, has a peculiar weakness; she finds it difficult to lie herself. She unconsciously tells the truth even when it's foolish to do so, unless she tries extremely hard to lie - even then it comes out strained and forced.

Billy looks like he could be attractive if he put in the effort, but he never felt the need to really go out of his way to look good. He’s tall, with lanky limbs like a basketball player, but has the athletic build of someone who has never lifted a dumbbell in their life. His dark blonde hair is cut in a popular short on sides, long on top style and kept messy. Not in the “spent fifteen minutes trying to look like I got out of bed” messy, but the “yeah, I just actually got out of bed and thought this would work” messy. His eyes are blue and have the glossy look to them of someone who is perpetually having an allergic reaction, stoned, or both. His skin is lightly tanned and blemished with moles, but it is in good condition. He’s trying (and failing) to pull off a wispy beard. There’s a large tattoo that says “Shrug Life” in thick , cursive script spanning between his shoulder blades, and a little triforce on his left wrist.

His clothes fit him loosely, and he dresses almost exclusively in schlocky, ironic tees and khaki shorts or blue jeans. Tan, worn down work boots are his go to pair of kicks. When it gets colder he busts out the heavy flannels and the trapper hat, but to see him in an actual winter coat is a rarity. He wears a thick pair of black glasses that he’d be next to blind without—the idea of something going into his eyes spooks him, so contacts and lasik are a no-go. He’s the kind of guy that carries around a messenger bag. It’s made of blue canvas, littered with patches and stickers from bands he hasn’t seen live, and the butt of many jokes.

Billy’s tall but he slouches so much that nobody would ever describe him as such. He moves to the beat of his own drum, which happens to never be playing anything faster than a funeral dirge. His lack of a sense of urgency carries through to his deep voice. It is slow and clear, so he’s easy to understand, but it has that stereotypical stoner vibe to it as well, man.

Billy was born in Farmer Hill, and as far as he cares he’d be fine with dying in Farmer Hill as long as they have fast internet and access to a VPN. His dad runs Lawson’s Body Shop, a car repair place that was open by his grandfather decades ago, while his mom works at a flower shop to get away from the boys in the garage. Billy is the oldest of three. He has a sister, Penny, that is two years younger than him and a brother, Henry, that was five years younger than him. He fought a lot with Penny while they were growing up, and Henry was always the tagalong little brother.

Most of Billy’s youth was spent playing with friends and trying to avoid putting in any effort at school. He was a pretty normal, if geeky, kid, preferring video games and movies over hockey and tag. He didn’t get great grades, but he did good enough to fly under radar. He was one of the first boys to hit his growth spurt, so he was always too tall to be picked on. His love life was nonexistent, but then again so was the case for most of his friends so it was never really a point of concern. He smoked weed for the first time when he was fourteen and kept that shit hidden from his parents for an entire seventy-two hours. When he was sixteen he started helping his dad out at the shop, and when he was seventeen his brother disappeared.

Alright, that last one might be a bit atypical, if not for it being Farmer Hill. The last time anyone saw Henry he was walking home from school. Obviously, his family freaked out, as did he, and the police did their investigation. Henry was never found, and they ruled that he had runaway—the preteen had been getting bullied at school. The Lawson’s hired a private detective to try and find Henry, but all that came their way was zero leads and plenty of bills. Eventually they too, like the rest of the town, moved on. Billy’s mother and father got rid of any pictures of Henry and pretended like he never existed, while Billy, after a grieving period, came to the acceptance that his brother was most likely dead than in hiding. Only Penny was unable to move on, but even she knew not to mention her little brother around her parents.

Due to being tied up in the investigation, Billy entered Grand Ridge a year late to study film, but he quickly fell into the routine college experience of barely going to class, smoking weed, drinking warm PBR, and trying too hard to get laid. For all anyone can tell, he seemed as if the year off had been enough time for him to recuperate. Heavy self-medication helps, too, and Billy almost never starts a day off without a proper wake and bake. Now he’s got one more semester to go before he’s done with the academy, and he intends to go out having fun.

SIGIL & LOCATION ⫻ A spiral on his upper right arm.

ABSTRACTION ⫻ Daydream, the ability to to lull someone into a sleep-like state.

ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ Billy’s abstraction allows him to finally get other people to stop stressing out so much and take a break. It just happens that his way of getting people to relax is by hypnotizing them and forcing them into a dreamstate while their body (literally) falls unconscious. Billy can cause a person to fall asleep within a 30 meter range, and he can keep them asleep for as long as he is actively focusing on them. If he leaves the range or loses focus his target will groggily wake up a few seconds later. He can only make one person fall asleep at a time, and an intense of enough pain will force them awake.

People trapped in the daydream actually do have dreams, although they are influenced by their emotions and state of mind—Billy has no control over them. People who are primarily experiencing a positive emotion, such as happy or peaceful, will have nice, pleasant dreams like spending time with loved ones, flying, going to places they’ve always wanted to visit, and so on. Neutral emotions, like boredom, tend to have mundane dreams, like going to school, work, or dreaming that you’re waking up. Negative emotions, like sadness or anger, tend towards more towards extreme dreams or even nightmares, often tortuous or violent in nature.

IN THE PRESENCE OF THE MOUNTAIN ⫻ As well as being able to keep one person asleep, Billy is able to channel a dreamscape around himself—anyone that comes within a 3 meter range of his physical body will immediately fall asleep. Once he is no longer in range, they will again awake a few seconds later.

AURA SENSING ⫻ Billy’s aura, true to his abstraction, allows for him to see if someone within the range of his ability is sleeping. His aura has to be activated, but it takes only a modicum of attention to channel.

LIMITS ⫻ In order to make someone fall asleep, Billy requires active knowledge of where the person is. Which means that he can't just make somebody sneaking up on him fall asleep. It works best when they're in his line of sight, as well. He also cannot make somebody instantly fall asleep - it takes a few minutes (five at most) before they fall asleep. He can only use his abstraction on one person at a time, and the minute he stops using it on them they'll quickly wake up. The Awakened are not immune to his abstraction, but they are resistant - it takes three times as long (fifteen minutes) before they fall asleep. In addition, they'll be immediately made aware of his interference the moment he uses his abstraction on them.

WEAKNESSES ⫻ Billy also gets induced in a serene state by using his abstraction. He doesn't quite get put to sleep, but he's noticeably slower, and more tired after utilizing his abstraction. Sloth-like would be a good word.

Definitely not repressing anything in regards to his missing brother. Nope.

Penny’s actual appearance is hidden beneath a veil of makeups and creams. Her skin is made a light tan with spray and concealer. Her hair is dyed a lighter blond than her natural color, and waves are constructed with hot curlers and precious hours wasted in front of the mirror. Her eyebrows are meticulously plucked, her lashes are curled, and her blue eyes are lined. Her nose is small, and her lips, thinner than she would wish, are kept glossy and hide a big, Invisalign smile. Her chin is pointed, and her ears are pierced. Penny has a slender build; she’s more like the fields of Kansas than the hills of Montana. She doesn’t really work out much (and it shows). Seemingly her frame is kept small through cigarettes and diet soda serving as meal supplements. Her right arm is a colorful sleeve of flowery tattoos and a bright wand tattoo is on her inner left forearm.

Penny’s outfits varies—her closet is stuffed to the brim with clothing—but she favors colorful, bold dresses and skirts whenever she can get away with them, often paired with a leather or jean jacket weather permitting. She has another closet dedicated to knee-high boots that cover varies shades of brown, black, and gray. She’s particularly fond of a pair of knock-off Ray Ban aviators and almost never leaves home without them; even at night they can be seen pushed up to the top of her head like a makeshift headband.

She has a severe case of resting bitch face, and walks as if she is always in a rush. Her voice is high pitched, nearly grating, and somehow always manages to sound as if she is exasperated. She tends to stand askew with her hip jutted out and her arms crossed over her chest, perhaps in some subconscious way to make herself appear more curvy than she is.

Detentions and visits to the “Princi-PAL” were a daily routine for Penny in her formative years. The middle child of two working parents, she was the prototypical example of someone starved for attention, and she seeked it in the form of distracting her classmates and disrupting her teachers. In junior high she attached herself to the popular crowd yet never quite carved her way into the circle, becoming the girl who would hear about the parties they had over the weekend the following Monday while sitting with them at lunch. By high school she was determined to finally make her breakthrough, which she would succeed by using expensive clothing, fancy makeup, and acting with disdain towards everything. If experience taught her anything, people were desperate to be liked by those who hated them.

And it kind of worked for the first two years of high school. She went through all of the motions that she assumed made girls popular: cheerleader, drinking, senior boyfriend, bullying, general bitchiness, etc. She was even able to use her older brother Billy to win her brownie points with the older kids by stealing his actual pot brownies to give out. And then her little brother Henry disappeared, and with it so did the little delusion she was living. That was four years ago.

She was always close to her little brother, primarily because he was her only real friend pre-high school and she was stuck babysitting him post-ninth grade. They used to walk home together, but at her insistence they were exclusively to walk separate once she entered highschool cause no way could someone adult like her, like, be seen walking with a dweeby kid, gawd. And it was during one of Henry’s lonely walks home that he disappeared, and it was because of this that the police questioned her, and her family blamed her, and her friends whispered about her. What a shit sister, right? Got her own brother killed because she wanted to look cool.

But...she could deal with that. It wasn’t until the police had declared Henry missing with no leads and they, and the town, and her friends, and her family, stopped talking about her missing brother and pretended like everything was hunky dory that things were flipped on their head. Penny couldn’t possibly understand how anyone could be satisfied with the results of the investigation, and the more people told her that she just let it go and move on the more bitter and jaded she grew. By junior year she stopped trying to fit in, becoming too outspoken and volatile to sit with the cool kids anymore, who had grown tired of her one-woman crusade against the incompetence of Henry’s investigation.

Billy told her one day that she had become an asshole. And she was okay with it. If being one meant that the lazy police in Farmer Hill got put on blast and actually did their job, then good. If being one meant that her parents open their damn eyes, then good. If being one meant that her dumbass brother Billy stopped doing drugs and started asking questions with her, then good. And if being an asshole meant that she alienated everyone in this garbage little town and made them hate her, then great—because she had been wrong. People didn’t give a shit about those that hated them. No, people gave a shit about those that they hated. And if they thought of her, her little brother wouldn’t be too far from their mind.

But she’s still going to school because once she cracks this thing open, she’s getting the hell outta town.

SIGIL & LOCATION ⫻ Penny has a symbol appearing to be a pair of handcuffs just beneath where her neck meets her collarbones.

ABSTRACTION ⫻ Repulsion, the ability to telekinetically force people and things away from her body.

ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ Penny can force almost anything that enters a five foot radius around her to rapidly move away from her. Thing reflect back in a straight line from her until the effects of gravity or other interference stops them. This means that if she repulses something that is on the ground, it will only hit things that are level with the ground and the moment it hits something with enough force it will stop. She’s only capable of forcing objects that have a weight equal to or less than twice her weight away from her, so she’ll lose any match of chicken that she plays against a speeding car.

The velocity and distance at which an object blasts away from her is dependent upon its size; the lighter an object is, the further and faster it travels. Small objects (less than a pound) likes coins, paper clips, pens, and etcetera, act almost like a weak 9mm bullet, traveling fast enough to penetrate skin, clothing, thin walls, doors, and glass. Medium objects (more than a pound, but less than fifty) like computer monitors, baseballs, bricks, and so on only go about 30 meters before quickly succumbing to gravity, and tend to only have enough force to dent metal, knock the wind out of someone, and possibly fracture or break bones. Large objects (more than fifty, less than her peak) like desks, bags of cement, and some people can be sent back 3 meters. The force is about as strong as an incredibly fit person’s push, so it’s largely only effective at moving large things out of her way, bracing doors, or keeping people forced against walls.

There isn’t a limit to how many objects she can force away from her at once, but she does have to direct the repulsions. This means that she has to know an object is coming at her or within her range for her to repulse it, and she actively has to focus her mind to push it away. Therefore, she isn’t constantly blowing the dirt and trash at her feet away (unless she consciously decides to), nor is she able to push away an incoming projectile if she doesn’t know that it was fired at her in the first place.

IN THE PRESENCE OF THE MOUNTAIN ⫻ Penny is able to assign an attraction to any object that is also within the presence of the mountain, meaning that objects she repulses will no longer travel in a straight line but instead change their trajectory towards an item or person of her choosing (again, she has to be aware of their presence). The basic limits of her range still apply, and her “heatseekers” are rather dumb—they will try to take the most direct path to the target, regardless of objects in its way.

AURA SENSING ⫻ Tied directly to her abstraction, Penny’s aura allows her to sense the mass, velocity, and trajectory of any moving object that enters her field of view, even if it were moving faster than her naked eye could see. This gives her enough time to react to incoming objects and determine if her ability can affect it. In a way, it acts as a limited danger sense, however the aura is an information overload that can be detrimental to her mental and physical health. After using it for five minutes she starts to experience splitting migraines, nosebleeds, and vision loss, and if she goes with it on for longer than ten she will start to experience blackouts. If she toggles it off before the five minute mark she can recuperate fairly well, but there is a cool down that is directly correspondent to how long she used it for, meaning that if she was channeling her aura for three minutes she would have to wait three minutes before using it again. Once she goes beyond the five minute mark the cool down greatly compounds, tripling once it hits five and doubling itself every minute after that.

LIMITS ⫻ Repulsion has a much weaker potency on the Awakened, and thus, is much less effective on them. They can easily resist the push, but are not entirely immune to it. In addition, Penny can only manipulate objects that are within five feet of herself, otherwise it's out of her hands. Her Abstraction is completely useless against objects that are grounded, or people with strength-based abilities.

WEAKNESSES ⫻ The Abstraction is connected with her mind, and causes strain. The usual psychic-nosebleeds, but it can also cause intense headaches, blurred vision, and memory-loss if overused. The Abstraction also requires care, as Penny's ability is automatic, and she can accidentally hit herself (or someone else) if she isn't careful.

She still goes out at least once a week looking for any clues in regards to her missing brother.

David stands tall at 6'2, although his near-bald haircut may stand out more than his height. Typically his dark brown/black hair would reach his eyebrows, let loose yet naturally straight although currently it is growing back after a #2 cut that Dave recently undertook.

David's British and Scottish fair-skinned complexion is only interrupted on his forehead where two spots still reside on the righter side of his forehead and by his grown out body hair visible from his arms. David sees his large ears and slightly crooked nose as a fault, which he attempts to bend into the supposed correct shape continuously. His eyes show faint traces of blue, although it is only a small amount.

He is frequently wears a long sleeve and gray button-shirt, typically with the sleeves rolled down unless he is relaxing and his top button is always found undone. In regards to trousers, he wears worn-blue jeans with faded knees and a black leather belt around his waist. David does not wear jewellery of any kind, although he may wear a watch occasionally and may carry his black body, red wheeled penny-board with him or perhaps ride it around.

Along with his broad posture he walks with an upright posture while he stands, although slouches to a degree while relaxed or in thought. Inspecting his left thumb one would find two long scars travelling horizontally, a memento from a failed woodcarving experiment long ago when he was 10 and ill-equipped for life. When speaking, David's British accent is clear - although an occasional word is pronounced in the Scottish form due to the teachings of his father.

David had only been to the US once before he began to attend Grand Ridge Academy, a week when he was only twelve where he stayed in Orlando; visiting Universal studios and the enormous shopping centres with his mother, father and younger brother. His parents weren't from Farmer Hill either - the father being brought up in rural Scotland and then Wales whilst his mother being a "raised-rich" Londoner.
The father, Callum, had begun life going to the royal high school in Edinburgh. Being the eldest of two he became a typical local man who found it easy to talk to strangers and joke. Although being largely overweight and a heavy smokey had once been a tall, strong and fit young lad with a small afro and flat stomach. Years later after a leg injury he can no longer run not walk for long periods, though that isn't helped by either his smoking or lack of exercise. This began to bring his mood down, although he always had anger and control problems to begin with. Currently he is out of work although he is searching, he is an offshore oil-rig consultant.

Meanwhile the mother, Vanessa, was the youngest of three, the oldest a boy and the other another girl. Their father began as a rich entrepreneur and business owner, once having a camera shop on Trafalgar square - the centre of London. She was brought up on ski holidays, rolls Royce and without regard for money. Her mother and father became lazy as she grew and she had to become responsible for herself as did her siblings, at twelve she began cooking and cleaning for her parents, as well as travelling to the bus stop with her siblings to move around. Regardless of their past wealth, the father ended up bankrupt in the end. She grew to be highly responsible, and would believe that she is responsible for everything she is made aware of. Currently she is working for a telecommunications company.

David was born and raised for most of his life within and around Britain. Having family all over the country, they travelled frequently on holidays to see them; Cousins in Edinburgh, Looe, Cambridge and Rickmansworth while a single uncle in London, though that was while he wasn't working.
For the first eleven years of his life, David was mostly secluded. Their home was a relatively small home in a woodland, with several neighbors who were all old pensioners already with no children their age. The nearest town was a forty minute walk away and so most days and nights it was David in his room reading or playing by himself, his own brother was the same and neither enjoyed to converse much.

At five, David began at his first school, an all boys. This was not where he made friends, after two years the entire student body began to either ignore or abuse him, with a child strangling him at six and three attempts to drown him between eight and nine. Needless to say he preferred to reside in the school library on school days. During the ages of six to eleven, apart from his family, he only spoke regularly to teachers, and that itself was only when they asked him questions. David was quiet at home, whenever he could he wouldn't involve his parents in his affairs as he believed that once again she would take control of his life, while his father would boom louder than the storm clouds with his anger filled voice and may even smite him, as he had done on several occasions in the past.

When David admitted to his parents that he despised the school at eleven, holding back the tears as he spoke. They decided to move him to another school - although this was not much better. It was another all boys although that was not a problem, it was again the fault of the students who were violent and harsh. He once again became an outcast, but this time he created a group of friends, five others to be precise, and each school break they would meet in an open area between the sciences and english buildings, where they as the outcasts could be social. This was where David truly began to learn any social skills.

At this point, David had yet to begin working at a high level - his grades were a representative of what he remembered from classes and nothing else, and so he wasn't predicted to be anything as he grew up. This changed as he read his first Sherlock novel, before the age of thirteen he had read many books, but none like Sherlock. At once he became engrossed in the intelligence of the character, how he could deduce almost anything with sound logic. Although this did not take David onto the path of a detective, he gained a respect for knowledge and gained a drive for his life, albeit a rather typical one.

This drive took him to invest into his future by working hard, after gcses came A-levels, in which he gained high grades, though not anything outstanding - due to this he wasn't able to enter Oxbridge, as a compromise he travelled to the US for the Grand Ridge Academy, renowned in the sciences, currently he is situated in a dorm room.

SIGIL & LOCATION ⫻ A broken outline of a hand mirror on his left shoulder

ABSTRACTION ⫻ Knowledge Replication - The ability to replicate other's knowledge and intelligence.

ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ David consciously mimics the knowledge and intelligence of a person within a twenty-five meter radius centred around himself by imagining the person in his mind. David is also able to replicate their movements even if he is unable to see them.
As long as the person is within the radius then the 'flow' of information is continuous and can grow -

Immediately: A form of mind reading, David can recall information actively being used by the individual, what is on the forefront of their mind, for example such as the name of a bird a ornithologist nearby is thinking about.

After five minutes David begins to acquire their non-physical abilities such as problem solving or mathematics prowess and also begins to replicate the knowledge that a person holds.

After seventy-two hours David can recall any and all of the knowledge an average person holds as well as physically demanding abilities and skills.

The 'flow' of this power only lasts as long as the people are within his radius, once they are removed from the area the replication of their knowledge fades over time from David's mind unless he attempts to memorise an amount.
Later David can learn to harness his power in a new way; by creating a mental-link between him and the target, which he can create two of at any one point. With these links, which can be removed at will and as long as the people are in Farmer Hill, the flow continues.

IN THE PRESENCE OF THE MOUNTAIN ⫻ Complete intelligence and knowledge replication becomes near-instantaneous. The range of this ability grows to anyone around and close to the mountain, with no limit to the number of mental-links David can produce.
Recall becomes permanent as long as David is still within the presence of the mountain. After five minutes can begin to recall their memories. This process completes like the others where he can recall any memory that they can after a duration, although the fewer memories the faster the process, which typically lasts eighty minutes.

AURA SENSING ⫻ David can see 'group collective auras' in a single-mile radius - to say, those who have recently travelled in a group will glow a colour relating to the group. The larger the group at the time, the brighter the colour. Those who have travelled in multiple groups will emit more than one colour.

LIMITS ⫻ David's abstraction has a range limit which means he cannot use his abstraction on people past a certain point. David will have a hard time sorting out thoughts in a person's head. While he gets information from the forefront of the mind, he also gets all the weird and sexual thoughts that are not only useless to him, but also slows down the process. The Awakened are not immune to the process, but they can feel the connection that David has made, and at will are capable of dispelling it at will.

WEAKNESSES ⫻ David's abstraction causes a mental "bleed effect" as the thoughts, personality, and memories, of those he mind-links start to become his own. He slowly starts to absorb the memories of that person as long as the mind link persists until there's nothing left of that person. Even if the link is broken, David retains a bit of that person. Whether it be their personality, their memories, and so on. In addition, his mind taking on so much information can be damaging, and after a lengthy mind link he may need a break or else he'll suffer a complete mental overload that'll not only stop him from thinking straight, but cause him severe pain.

The moment you lay eyes upon the girl, you would be able to tell way more than you should be able to about a stranger’s personality just from Callie’s mannerisms. She has a tendency to appear ‘closed off’ or self-conscious even when just remaining idle. This tends to manifest most obviously when Callie seats herself, whereupon her legs are often drawn close to her body and her arm come to up near her chest as if such a childish pose was comfortable to her. Callie’s voice can be heard almost always through a murmuring tone, inhabiting a sort of breathy quality. It is clear by the hard pronunciation of her syllables that she has a Midwestern dialect.

Callie was blessed with a slim and lean figure. Her skinny limbs almost appear wiry attached to her fragile frame. It is extremely clear upon first viewing the girl that she is by no means any star athlete, but she sports a healthy build, though, with her appetite for sweet foods, you’d be surprised she maintains a sort of figure at all. Her skin is smooth and fair in nature, though it appears often more pallid than one might imagine for a girl constantly outside in sunny Montana.

Most commonly, Callie’s face is coveted by a pensive yet absent look, as if equally deep in thought and entranced by her surroundings at the same time. The most prominent features of her face center around her rather distinct cheekbones, easily defined due to her slim and rounded face shape. Easily noticeable upon first meeting her are Callie’s emerald eyes, contrasting well with her dark brown hair, which from a distance, might even look black. Her hair is styled- or moreso unstyled- in a slightly curly manner falling just past her shoulders. It also also not uncommon for her to style it in a side swept updo that comes over one shoulder, then supplemented with whatever ribbon accessories Callie sees fit.

Callie’s outfits tend to have quite a bit of variability as she’s not one to forego a fashionable look even despite her ‘less than center of attention’ vibe. More So than anything else, however, she’ll often sport a pair of skinny jeans alongside a simple top. More often than not, Callie enjoys sporting a jacket over top of her shirt if the weather isn’t too horrible.

Callie tends to be quite adept at keeping all the details of her past hidden from her peers. Then again, there aren’t many folks that would care to ask. Her tale is a common one, as she was the sort of girl that would be forgotten in the grand scheme of things. As one of the students of Grand Ridge Academy that actually chose to go to rural Montana from elsewhere, Callie is a suburban kid through and through from the great and well known state of beautiful Ohio where she was raised since her birth.

Callie’s life was a quiet one growing up. As an only child, there was only so much conversation she cared to make with her family and friends were never something that came easily to her. Born to a pair of rather simple individuals, Callie’s father was a trade worker in the electrician’s field while her mother was a stay-at-home caretaker. She fulfilled her sort of stereotype rather well, though; she got good grades, kept to herself in school, and only really reached out to people when necessary. Callie’s only real social interaction came from her tagging along with the neighborhood kids, who were all rather close, as they played all sorts of games. She never was a center of attention, but she was never excluded, and that was all Callie could ask for. To just be a spectator was enough for her. Things degraded after time went on, however.

As Callie advanced in age, the marriage of her parents slowly degraded until they left one another on rather simple terms. It was nothing big, just a loss of love. Callie wasn’t all that surprised at the time, and due to her young age, she didn’t really think ahead about the imminent change that would strike her life. After the whole long process of court nonsense, custody over Callie was given to her father and the two of them moved into a smaller place a few hours away, thus throwing an already introverted girl into a completely new school. It was hard for her to leave the neighborhood, but Callie had a rather naive outlook, not thinking about it too much. Things were no easier in her new home. In fact, between the casual bullying and all of the monetary issues, Callie’s life had definitely changed for the worse.

As Callie’s life went on, things only seemed to spiral more out of her control. Her lack of forward thinking left her in for much of a culture shock as that ‘neighborly’ air that surrounded her childhood community seemed entirely absent in the ‘real world’. It was almost as if her old house’s block was a whole different world than what was surrounding it. Callie found very few people that just accepted her as she was in middle school and high school. Between that and all the crazy mix-ups in her life, her grades began to fall and her attendance started to falter. School became such a lax priority in Callie’s life as she instead tried to spend her time seeking an outlet for her frustrations.

It wasn’t until her Junior year of high school that Callie truly found her escape. On a whim, she signed up for a Creative Writing course for easy credit. In the course, Callie surprised even herself with her abilities as well as making a lifelong confidant in her instructor. It was through this class (which Callie proceeded to repeat for her final year of high school) that she found what truly brought her joy. In between fiction and poetry, she finally had an outlet.

Upon graduation, Callie had little to no idea of what she wanted to do. She loved to write, but wouldn’t dare pursue such a trade that provided no reliable work. She instead sought to go to college as her parents had so vehemently encouraged her to do. Callie was also at a loss in picking a college. She did know one thing about the decision, though: she wanted to get far away from her home state. California or Florida… Somewhere nice. In the end, she didn’t have the grades for her dream school and ended up applying to a few schools that looked tolerable in hopes she would be able to spend a year somewhere and re-apply to a different college after that. That is how she ended up in good old rural Montana… But don’t tell anyone.

SIGIL & LOCATION ⫻ A strange symbol placed on the base of her neck.

ABSTRACTION ⫻ Eye of Providence, the ability to observe a specific location, and see abstract concepts.

ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ Callie's abstraction has granted the ability to see which is unseen. This Abstraction comes in a variety of different forms, the main ability that Callie has access to is the ability to "observe." Basically, this ability allows her to visualize a location, and scry that location as if she was there. Gaining all that information in her mind's eye, she'll receive all the sights and sounds in her mind's eye. She can observe any location within ten meters of herself, and in any angle, she just needs to know about the location. This ability to observe has a few sub-powers. Starting with the ability to see into the minds of others, and read their thoughts - it works on a different level than telepathy, as it's looking directly into someone's mind. Callie will have to shift through thoughts to find the information she wants. If she wanted to, she could see memories, emotions, and things that have been forgotten. The other ability inherent to her Abstraction is the ability to see through the eyes of others; as if she was the person. She'd be considered a passenger, and be able to do nothing but watch through their eyes. It has a strange effect where the more Callie uses her ability, the stronger it gets. Her field of view will be expanded, and she'll be able to see clearly.

IN THE PRESENCE OF THE MOUNTAIN ⫻ Callie's power gets a significant boost. Starting with the ability to observe up to three separate locations at a time, and her range is boosted to thirty meters. This means she could, in theory, observe one location, see someone's mind, while also seeing through someone else's eyes. Callie gains the ability to see the unseen, things such as abstract concepts (the pain of a person, ghosts, auras, etc), and more. She can also see the future with intense amounts of concentration.

AURA SENSING ⫻ Callie's Abstraction renders aura reading redundant. However, she creates a passive effect that allows other people to sense auras much better, and increases their range up to fifteen meters.

LIMITS ⫻ The main limit to her ability is visualization, and prior knowledge. Essentially meaning that she has to be able to visualize the location she wants to see. Say if she wants to see her room; should be easy enough as she's familiar with the room. If she wants to observe a office she visited once, she's going to have a harder time visualizing it, and thus seeing into it. Other than that, she can only see locations within ten meters of herself, and only one location at a time (unless in the presence of the mountain). Callie's ability is naturally countered by things such as invisibility, and in addition, an Awakened can tell that Callie is observing an area due to the ripples that appear.

WEAKNESSES ⫻ Vision is a gift and a curse, while she can see more, Callie is extra vulnerable to the same things that would be a threat to her normal vision. Namely being bright lights, which are her absolute bane. In addition, observing a location removes Callie's ability to see through her own eyes (unless in the presence of the mountain, yadda, yadda), and thus makes her vulnerable to assault. Using the ability to see multiple places at once under the mountain's presence strains her mind greatly, along with overusing her abilities can cause an information overload where she sees everything at once.

Dexter takes pride in his presentable appearance and overall it's no wonder he took home the "Best take home to parents" senior superlative. Dex always dresses with a 'smart-casual' look to him. He tends to gravitate towards henley shirts, flannels, jeans or khakis, and closed toed shoes. During the colder days, he tends to like to dress with tasteful use of leather. He's renowned for oftentimes shopping with his mother (sometimes earning him a title of a 'mama's boy'), but it has paid off with well fitting clothing and a top notch sense of what looks good and what doesn't. To top it all off, the guy even manages to smell good regularly. Fancy that?

Dexter stands at around 5'10, putting him comfortably in the upper-average range for a male in the USA. While he might not stand out as the most straight up attractive man in town, he is certainly doing well for himself and often makes an effort to be presentable on the daily. He's not jock-muscular, but he's got a masculine and youthful physique, which certainly earns him some bonus points. Catching Dexter looking mussed up is like spotting a unicorn, and oftentimes if he is off his game, everyone else is too.

Dexter was raised under a set of ideals: A warrior's spirit; a servant's heart; a fun-loving attitude.

Dexter was born into a middle class home in Farmer Hill, Montana to a fairly youthful marriage. A year after Dexter was born, his little sister came into the world. Unfortunately, due to the unfortunate circumstances, his sister was born with a plethora of crippling health problems. As Dexter grew up, he was taught many lifelong lessons by his family and sister. Namely, patience and empathy, as she was confined to a wheel chair. His sister's various disabilities and sickly predisposition made it impossible for him and his family to live a conventionally normal life for a long time. Just when things were starting to even out at the start of middle school, Dexter's father passed away while commuting home from work- killed in a car crash. Worse yet, his sister's breathing apparatus suffered a malfunction only a few months later. With her brain starved of oxygen, Dexter's sister had been left brain dead. The already broken family was forced to make another heart wrenching choice, and then the family of four had been down to two.

The family was never the same after that. Him and his mother bonded over such a time of trial, and he deeply cares for his mother as a result. He picked up his dad's dusty old guitar and began reading like his sister. It didn't fill the void they left behind, but it was a coping mechanism that worked and helped. Neither Dexter nor his mother let their loved ones' passing slow them down forever, choosing instead to live on happily in their names. Dexter and his mother still live relatively happy and somewhat normal lives all things considered. Due to health and life insurances his family had put in place before any of the incidents, what was left of his family was left very financially stable. They still remain in the same house, but as a result Dexter has been given the opportunity to get his Private Pilot's license through high school and plans to attend a renowned flight school for college. Due to the necessary evil of commuting (since Farmer's Hill does not have any flight schools in the town), he and his mother purchased a car for his own personal use.

A cherry red Mazda Miata from 2013. It's a lifestyle, baby.

So, yeah. Shit happens, and sometimes he wished it had happened to someone else. Life dealt him some shitty cards and he focused more on mastering his hand than complaining about a cruddy deck. He was pretty happy through high school- made easy friends with most people, got a car, worked hard, got good grades, found a passion for music and work, and noticed that 'hey that some girls are actually really cute.'

Yeah, I'd say he's doing pretty alright so far too.

SIGIL & LOCATION ⫻ Dexter has this symbol on the nape of his neck.

ABSTRACTION ⫻ Dynamokinesis

ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻
Dexter can create, shape and manipulate visible light, heat, and electrical energy. Dexter's power runs off of a supply that recharges when he is exposed to potential sources of energy. A car battery, a campfire, or the sun itself can top off his reservoir at various rates- with exposure to the sun being the slowest.

Light, is electromagnetic radiation that is visible to the human eye, and is responsible for the sense of sight. The most common manifestation of his powers is the generation of soft light from his hands, or quick, incredibly bright flashes that can feel like turning your phone on at max brightness in the dark unexpectedly to a true flash bang. Dexter can also instinctually concentrate this light into a maximum of three shots that can apply second degree burns. Depending on the intensity of the laser, he can have more than five shots.

Dexter's has the ability to generate thermal energy and produce sparks or flames. Most of the fire that Dexter generates is only at around the same temperature as a regular campfire- 600-700C. While a fireball might have a harmful initial impact, the exposure is relatively short and wouldn't leave more than minor burns, and can only be cast a few dozen feet before they peter out. Where Dexter's ability to manipulate thermal energy really shines when he transforms parts of his body from regular and very human into an almost molten state. Dexter can consciously raise the temperature of parts of his body. The effect can be controlled to the extent that it might only scorch skin, or increased to the point where it can warp or melt some metals. Simply touching a molten hand can cause de-gloving or serious burns.

Dexter's electricity works similarly to a taser. It has a set distance of ten feet from his person before being no more dangerous than a prank shock pen, but up close, Dexter can deliver punches or kicks with an output of up to 50,000 volts- only of which 1,200V would be felt another person. Dexter is also able to deliver a steady output of electricity to say, start up a dead car, charge his phone, power an electric stove, etc.

IN THE PRESENCE OF THE MOUNTAIN ⫻ In the presence of the mountain Dexter's abilities get more powerful, his shot limit rises, and the lasers he generates become deadly, fire is hotter, etc. His abilities also no longer require a source to pull from, and instead operate on a charge time. If he were to use his entire energy reservoir, it would only take another five or ten minutes before he would be fully charged again.

AURA SENSING ⫻ Dexter's ability is pure energy, and in that sense, Dexter has the ability to sense the energy of other Awakened within a fifty meter radius of his person.

LIMITS ⫻
Dexter's laser beams are relatively close ranged, after around two-meters, the laser beams will lose power. The further they go, the less dangerous they get, to the point where, after ten meters, it becomes no more dangerous than a laser pointer. He also cannot pull fire or thermal energy or electricity from nothing, but instead he has to absorb it into his being. Energy from any source can be transformed into another state (ex: energy he gains from the sun can be used to generate electricity). He has a battery of sort that he draws power from, and he needs to feed it other sources of power for it to work. Certain uses of his power use more energy than others. Turning his hand molten uses far more energy than simply using a fireball. Tasing someone requires far more power than casting a laser, and can only be used once or twice before his power is depleted. Superheating his hand or foot or whatever can set his clothing on fire and burn parts of his body that aren't being affected by his abstraction, and can only be maintained for a short time.

WEAKNESSES ⫻
While he can't suffer eye damage, shock himself, or burn himself while manifesting his Abstraction, there's nothing preventing Dexter from being blinded by his own light, burned by his own fire spreading, or tasing himself accidentally. So, he can impair himself as much as his enemies if he isn't careful. In addition, he cannot use all of his abilities at once. For example, drawing light builds up heat where he fired the beam, to the point where he can give himself third degree burns as he is not immune to it when not using his thermal ability.

While not beautiful, chad isn't the ugliest guy in the township. He has on several occasions complimented himself on his looks, but only has done so sarcastically. He really views himself as average, maybe a little above average if he was feeling generous. Still, he never had any female admirers, much to his dismay. Standing at a solid 6 feet and weighing 180 pounds, Chad Watts has dark hair and brown eyes. His hair is usually kept on the shorter-to medium length end, and he styles it according to the situation he plans to be in - pictured above is his usual style, but he will attempt to make it appear more appropriate or get it cut for formal events.

Chad has never gotten a tattoo in his life, and other than a scar on his leg gained from tripping while running when he was 8 and the sigil on his shoulder, he has no other differentiating marks on his body. His skin is paler than normal, but not to the point where he stands out. His voice is a baritone, and his speaking style is very animated when he is interested in what he is talking about. When nervous or in a stressful situation, he will talk faster, to the point where it can be hard to understand him.

For clothing styles, he normally dresses to the situation - He will wear a random t-shirt and jeans to a casual situation, and will wear progressively more expensive and better looking clothes as the formality of the situation rises. Despite this, however, he prefers to dress above what most others are wearing - and his usual attire for when he simply has to go to classes and has nothing else to do, he wears his suit jacket along with a white collared shirt, a white undershirt, and grey suit pants.

Born in the township of Farmer Hill, Chad was the child of a British mother and a father who left them almost immediately. His mother, while staying with her son for most of his life, is sent on various business trips - she is a high ranking employee of a supermarket chain in the country, and lived in Farmer Hill due to it being a major source of produce in the area. An only child his entire life, Chad spent most of his time trying to get the attention he craved from his mother - but due to her stressful work environment, she was usually resting whenever she wasn't working. Due to his lack of friendships while younger, he slowly, yet surely, grew more and more needy - always pestering his mother for attention. By the age of eight, however, he had learned far more effective mode of gaining the adoration of others - he began to tell jokes. Seeing as he was still a child, most of his humor was poor, but he quickly facilitated his growth in the world of comedy by watching comedians and testing out any jokes he created on others. By 10, he was already infatuated with the comedy world, and was thought of as a jokester to his class.

While this was initially enough, Chad quickly began to run dry - he rapidly ran out of material, and making more funny jokes was far more effort and work than the alternative. Chad soon started acting out - pulling pranks on other people as a way to get attention, in any form. It seemed an ingenious idea at the time - while actual jokes took time and serious thought and effort to craft, violence and humiliation were an incredibly good form of consistent, slapstick humor. Eventually, however, Chad severely lessened the severity of these outbursts and pranks - When he was taken to juvie for three days and nearly expelled from middle school for greasing the stairs at his school. A girl fell down, resulting in a serious spinal injury that caused her to be held in the hospital for a few months. The only reason charges weren't pressed were because his mother worked with the girl's father, and were close because of that. The girl eventually forgave Chad, and both are close friends now, but he has made sure that any prank he does is harmless and benign. While this period only lasted a short time span (until he was 14), this spree of pranks cemented his reputation as a menace, and ruined a lot of the credibility he had.

In high school, while he hung out with many students at school, very few of them cared for Chad. His circle of true friends was sparse, mostly a group of older boys who played table top games with him. Other children simply kept him around since he was funny, and lightened the mood - but he never hung out with anyone after school was out. By this point, Chad only interacted with his mother when helping her with chores - but even that was cut short as she left for a business trip for the next year, the longest she had been away by this point. Over the course of this year, nothing happened of interest - days passed at a snail's pace, and while Chad quickly realized that he was beginning to hate the endless dredge his life had become, he realized that he was unable to show that he was upset - doing so would simply make people stop caring. Or worse, pity him. He hated people feeling sorry for him - whether it was for not having a father, a mother who was rarely in the house, or simply lacking any real person to call a true friend.

In his junior year, eight months after his mother had come back from her trip, Chad was invited to his first party. The party itself was simple - a small group of kids, all of whom Chad had known for years. Nothing about the night was spectacular - just a bunch of horny high school kids soaking in their hormones and a small amount of smuggled liquor. One of the girls got particularly greedy with the alcohol - downing bottles of some brand of beer, the exact type impossible to find due to the scratched off label. Chad didn't even intend for it to happen, but the next thing he knew, he was in a room alone with her - She was apparently a lightweight. The scent of her breath and the stress of the situation slowly becoming too much to handle, Chad began looking for a way out of the situation. It was no use - she clumsily attempted to take off his jeans. Quickly, Chad tried to calm his beating heart, but the anxiety and the few drinks he himself had were far too much.

He vomited all over her.

She groggily mumbled a few words of disgust before passing out herself. Quickly, Chad tore a post-it note and a pen from the night stand, before writing a message.

"You vomited on yourself and passed out so I left - I won't tell anybody, so don't worry."

Immediately, Chad left the party - a few people attempting to high five him on the way out. The entier night, he was shaking in fear. What if she woke up and remembered what really happened? What if everybody in the school found out? These thought passed around in his mind for the next few weeks - and every day he went to school, he was met with no ridicule. On the third week, he finally felt like he was in the clear. This sense of relief was quickly crushed however.

The girl was found out the next day - unaware of anything that had transpired the previous night. She was discovered by several of the boys at the party who, upon discovering the note, took photos of her and used said photos as blackmail. They proceeded to do despicable things to her - forcing her to steal for them, commit meager crimes, and record her saying incredibly embarrassing things. This escalated over the last week, climaxing with her being raped by the leader of the boys - while no one knows who it was, rumors suggest it was the son of the local sheriff.

She killed herself the next day.

The high school talked about the event briefly, and the event was even marked with some newscasters arriving to comment on it. Chad spent most of the day in the bathroom, hiding due to the constant vomit and tears he released. It was the most terrified and repulsed he felt in his entire life - it was his fault that she got blackmailed, so in essence, he killed her. Or at least, that's how Chad looked at it. Due to his cowardice, an innocent girl died.

As time passed, Chad slowly began to learn to deal with the pain of the death - the guilt never went away, but he successfully managed to focus on other things. He was eventually accepted into Grand Ridge Academy, to the delight of his mother, and did his best to not cause too much of a fuss. He was less interested in the negative attention he used to seek out, now only craving the positive encouragement of his peers. The girl he had once injured had left the small town, the pair only communicating via text and social media. Chad's mother, now on the board of directors, informed him that as long as he graduated, she was more than willing to introduce him to some of the other directors - possible even give him a job.

Chad, however, was more focused on enhancing his career as a comedian. He pursued a major in Economics to satisfy his mother, but his dream was to leave for a large city and become famous the world over! But for now, he simply wanted to take a break - Classes had been making his workload truly massive. Somewhat uncharacteristically, he decided that he needed some fresh air - this motive driving him to sign up for the camping trip that the academy was hosting.

SIGIL & LOCATION ⫻ Located on the back of his left shoulder, Chad's sigil takes the appearance of a simplified key. The bow of the key, however, is replaced with a human eye (or, at least it looks like one).

ABSTRACTION ⫻ Possession: Allows temporary control over another person's body.

ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ While looking at another person, Chad is capable of forcing his mind onto someone else - allowing him to control their body as if it was his own. While doing this, the original person's mind is essentially unconscious, unaware that the possession is even taking place. He could do anything he wishes, as long as it is physically possible for the person's body (He can't walk if he possessed a man in a wheelchair). This ability can affect anyone within line of sight, and his Sigil glows a faint green while using the ability - this glowing only shows through thin material, however, and does not function as an adequate light source. Upon the time limit being reached, or Chad choosing to relinquish control, the original person is "woken up." They are unaware that the possession has even occurred, and are bewildered if they are in another location or doing something else. Chad is only capable of controlling someone for ten seconds at a time.

This Abstraction reflects Chad's inconsistent personality and own self - he always attempts to change himself in order to appear more like the person he is speaking with, in order to gain their attention and approval. This attention seeking also caused some of his only consistent character traits - his penchant for jokes and trickery, and his willingness to do nearly anything in order to gain other people's approval.

IN THE PRESENCE OF THE MOUNTAIN ⫻ When on the mountain, the duration of the possession increases massively - Up to a full minute against normal opponents. Additionally, direct line of sight is no longer needed - as long as they are within 50 feet, and Chad is aware of their general presence, he can possess them.

AURA SENSING ⫻ Chad has sensing unlike most others - while he is unable to detect individuals or objects, he is capable of seeing pathways. Activating when he is stressed or nervous, he is capable of finding the pathway out of a situation, manifested as a thin green line from himself to the exit.

LIMITS ⫻ Chad's ability cannot work on the Awakened, at least not while they're in perfect condition. They actively resist extra-normal malfeasance, and he cannot affect them. After the time limit is up, it'll take another fifteen seconds before he can use possession again.

WEAKNESSES ⫻ Chad leaves himself completely vulnerable while possessing another person - which means he cannot control himself and is essentially a sitting duck. In addition, he takes on some of the personality traits as the person he possesses, which means that, over time; he'll lose himself and become some amalgamation of other people.

Chad refuses to drink any kind of alcohol, the mere sight making him nauseous.

Let me know if there is anything I should change in order to make the character fit better.

At just under six feet tall and inheriting his dad 's stocky build, Nate is someone who in another world could've had the look of a Schwarzenegger-esque body builder. His only problem? He didn't work towards any of that - instead, he has a substantial bit of fat on to the point of being overweight, though not outright being in the classification of obese. His pale complexion betrays his origins as a Bellevue native.

His eyes hold a solid brown colouration whilst his hair is of a slightly darker complexion, not particularly long but definitely getting towards the shaggy side of things. If he doesn't shave for a while he develops a thin mask of stubble along his lip, cheeks and jawline though it never goes beyond this - and he seldom goes without shaving it for that reason, which in turn contributes to his 'baby face' appearance.

In terms of clothing, there isn't a great deal that can be said about Nate's sense of fashion - he isn't particularly bothered about fashion labels or anything like that and tends to dress with a utilitarian approach, favoring cargo pants over jeans and throwing on whatever shirt and hoodie he's got to hand. It's seldom he's seen wearing anything other than a pair of size twelve trainers.

Nate's parents divorced early in his life, when he was about five years old - things remained amiable between them however and he initially spent every other weekend travelling between Bellevue and Tacoma, his father having refused to move too far away from him in his earlier years so as to ensure his son didn't grow up without some influence in his life.

This changed as Nate grew olde however and as a successful businessman his dad found that for the greater wealth he had to support his son he had less time to spend with him. Fortnightly visits became monthly, then bi-monthly, depending on things. As a consequence, he spent most of his time with his mom and stepdad and grew closer to them along the way.

Eventually his dad, who was from and owned a significant stake in a business in Farmer Hill moved back to Montana and saw Nate only when he was able to - but life moved on.

In school he did alright, nothing particularly outstanding but nontheless not failing in his grades, though a point was made that if he tried harder he could've done better. He endured a share of bullying just like anyone else but the only thing it did was leave him with a bout of pent up frustration that wouldn't be worked out for years - he made some friends and things seemed alright, particularly towards the end of school.

That was, however until Nate came home one night and his mom didn't turn up at ther usual hour, his stepdad unable to reach her line. Neither of them heard anything until the following morning when they received a knock at their door -her car had got into a head-on collision with a truck, she'd survived that but had been left brain-dead, the decision to cut off her life support coming soon afterwards at the urging of her husband and a reluctant Nate.

Devastated, Nate spent the final third of his time in high school withdrawn, reverting to whatever means he could to numb himself to the grief, his stepdad only able to offer a limited degree of consolation and his biological dad only able to offer financial support. He lost a few friends due to his own actions and as he finished up the school year there was the question of what to do next.

Partially as a measure to offer Nate some new surroundings and partially because he had family there and was therefore better off, his dad arranged for him to stop with his sister (Nate's aunt) at a home he leased them in Blacksmith Square whilst he studied engineering at Grand Ridge, bolstered by the financial support his businesses provided.

SIGIL & LOCATION ⫻ A tribal symbol of a void, on the back of his neck.

ABSTRACTION ⫻Intangibility - the ability to become intangible to the world.

ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ By concentrating (or involuntarily if in a stressful situation) Nate can render himself and entities in immediate contact with him (such as clothing or objects in his hand) intangiable and pass through solid materials or, in turn, allow solid objects to pass through him as though he were walking through water.

IN THE PRESENCE OF THE MOUNTAIN ⫻ (Explain to me how the Abstraction grows stronger in the presence of Mount Ever Reaching. What extra abilities does your character have?) The water-like resistance to movement through solid materials whilst in an intangiable state is reduced by a large margin, allowing Nate to almost jog whilst in this state and retain a greater degree of manoeuvrability. Furthermore, his ability to extend his intangiable state to other entities is expanded to a wider radius around him.

AURA SENSING ⫻ Being in an intangiable state has exposed Nate to a gap between the physical realm and what is beyond and, as a consequence, he is able to pick up on auras affiliated with the dead or the dying. Whilst in his intangiable state Nate can outright see things that he wouldn't be able to otherwise see and whilst he'll learn to tune it out there are some things out there that can be downright fucked up.

LIMITS ⫻ Phasing through objects is incredibly difficult for Nate because there is a resistance. Almost like passing through water, he can't move that fast while phasing. He's limited to a heavily inconvenienced march while phasing. He can only phase for five minutes straight before needing a rest. He also cannot phase through high concentrations of energy, such as power lines, and flames, and anything of the sort.

WEAKNESSES ⫻ Phasing reduces his ability to see by a great margin, his vision will be very dark and blurry. He'll no longer be able to see color, and his distance will be greatly reduced. Which makes it incredibly difficult for him to maneuver.

Nate's dad, Kenneth Ward, is the owner of KWS Co - a successful shipping and haulage companywith an office and depot in Farmer Hill, among other places across the northwest.

Krystal often dyes her hair different colors as she grows bored with the same old color every day. She has shoulder length hair and is quite fit, having to travel around on world tours and to concerts constantly. Krystal has a unique style of clothing. When she is feeling leaving, she will wear a plain coloured t-shirt with some jeans though often she wears any type of gothic or tom boyish clothing that has skulls and grim reapers. She wears skull ear rings, necklaces and other type of jewelry.

When Krystal was just a child, she used to hum and sing to herself. She didn't care if nobody heard her. She sang and hummed because it helped her deal with her stress, her anger and it helped her forget about her petty school problems. Her parents were very supportive of her talent. When they discovered that she had a passion for singing they took her on a talent show. Krystal backed out however. She didn't care about being famous, she didn't need to sing to anyone but herself. As Krystal grew up and went through her normal school life bit by bit, things were going alright for her. She wasn't the most hated person in the school, she had a few friends, and that was the only thing that mattered.

When Krystal was eleven, her father died of a heart attack. For a good while, Krystal became depressed. She didn't know how to handle it. Singing to herself wasn't enough, it didn't make her feel any better. She closed in, she wouldn't talk about her feelings, she wouldn't open up. Her mother tried to help but nothing worked and so Krystal was taken to a specialised doctor. Krystal went weekly but never really spoke about her feelings. She found it too hard but after speaking to Krystal and Krystal's mother, the man had an idea. He gave Krystal's mother a gutair and told her to get Krystal to learn to play.

It took a lot of time, but her mother did as she was told with the doctor's help. He told Krystal's mother that Krystal needed a way to open up. She needed a way to express her feelings and he believed that music would help her. As Krystal was learning to play gutair, her music got more and more emotional. She began to learn how to express herself using her music and it was working. Krystal played more and more, using the gutair to express herself. It was the only way she could really speak her feelings to anyone. Music was her voice when she couldn't speak.

As Krystal grew up, her mother got her more and more intruments to try. Krystal praticed with all kinds of intruments. She wanted to get good with many different kinds so she could express herself in different ways. With the support of her mother, Krystal finally began to spread out and performed online, using youtube. She spoke about her music and how she used it to express herself and explained why her music was, at times different and random. After making her first video, she read some of the comments and to her surprise they told her that she had a true talent for music.

Krystal got more and more instruments, she learned different styles of music and she persuded her goal. She knew what she wanted. She wanted to share her love for music with the world, she wanted to express herself through her music. Despite her success Krystal still goes to college in her free time to study music, learning about new instruments, new styles and getting better whenever she can while making music videos. Every day, she becomes a little closer to fame as time goes on.

SIGIL & LOCATION ⫻ Krystal's sigil is on her right shoulder. It is a simple music note.



ABSTRACTION ⫻ Music Manipulation - Able to control and manipulate music.

ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ Krystal is able to play different kinds of music for many different types of effects. She could play a very energetic and upbeat song and everyone would feel wide awake and alert. She could play a lullaby and make everyone tired, slugglish, less aware. Her music affects her and those around her, making herself and others stronger and better using the sound of her music however, Krystal can resist the effects of her own music if she needs to.

IN THE PRESENCE OF THE MOUNTAIN ⫻ When near the mountain, Krystal's ability grows stronger. It allows her to effect others more with her music. She could potentially turn people against each other. She could potentially manipulate people slightly using certain songs.

AURA SENSING ⫻ Krystal can see anything that can play, download or listen to music through walls. This includes mobile phones, such as iphones or android phones, tablets, mp3 players, etc.

LIMITS ⫻ The effects of her music wear off after a short amount of time. After people stop hearing the music she creates, the effects quickly degrade until they don't feel it anymore. This takes around five minutes for someone to stop feeling it complete. Clarity of the sound dictates how effective her abstraction can be. For example, if Krystal in playing a calming song a few feet away from somebody they'd get the full effects. If somebody else was about a few rooms over and could faintly hear it, they'd be slightly affected. While Krystal is able to use any kind of music, the music she is creating herself (Such as singing) works the best, and expends less energy while she's using it. It has a somewhat unique interaction with other Awakened - they aren't immune to the beneficial effects such as calming, or energizing, but they are resistant to the tiring, and other such negative effects.

WEAKNESSES ⫻ While Krystal produces the effects with her abstraction, she definitely isn't immune to them. Whatever effect that she creates, she also has to undergo the same effects herself. Even if she's resistant, she's only resistant to a point. Not having access to her musical instruments can also be a disadvantage. If they were, say, destroyed, then Krystal would have to resort to singing - and that would cause some serious damage to her throat after a point.

Anything else? Themesong? Random notes? Foreshadowing???

Angel has smooth, soft lightly tanned porcelain skin. Her skin almost flawless minus a few freckles on her body, her having taken pride in care for her skin. Her hair, despite being dyed and having to constantly be redone to keep the color bright is as soft as silk as she also takes pride in care of her hair. Rivaling her light colored skin, Angel has deep chocolate brown eyes that if one looks close enough have a hint of gold flecks.

For clothing she is always seen in something with style behind it, but she has no specific type she dresses as. Some days she can wear something preppy and the next she will be wearing a stylish outfit with ripped jeans and a leather jacket. Angel just expresses herself as she wants with just enough effort to always look put together, even in sweats. But she makes sure that she is always dressing for herself and no one else.

Hyun-Ae was the second born of the Jeong couple. Her mother a stay at home mom watching her older brother, a 3 year-old at the time Hyun-Ae was born, and her father a well known defense lawyer in Chicago. Her upbringing was harsh and cold, her father extremely demanding of Hyun-Ae and her brother. If they got anything less than an A or did anything remotely wrong they'd be punished harshly, whether it be to scrub the bathroom floor with a toothbrush or reorganize the family's library, their father wanted to teach them discipline from a young age. It was only thanks to their mother that either child got to take up an activity for enjoyment.

Hyun-Ae took up dancing and at first enjoyed it but, unfortunately, their father expected the same amount of precision and discipline in these activities that he did in the rest of their lives. Hoping to prove to her father that she was good, she practiced and trained harder than any of the other girls but with come each recital, her father never showed up. Disappointing the girl more and more each time. It was only three years later when Hyun-Ae was 12 that she quit ballet, making the excuse that she didn't want to be distracted from her studies.

Everyday and year that passed, her father only became harsher on his children. Only when her brother fell ill did he loosen his hold on them. But as her brother grew sicker and sicker, he cracked down on Hyun-Ae hard. Trying to distract himself from his sick child by shaping his other child into the mold that he wanted her to fit. It was not easy for her but she did her best to keep up with his demands as she cared greatly for her brother and didn't want her father to turn his strictness on him. Eventually it became hard to keep up with the impossible goals he set for her. It became so much that she couldn't even visit her own brother, her best friend, in the hospital, something she would come to resent her father for.

It was the middle of class when Hyun-Ae was 17 that she got the news after being called to the principals office. At first she thought it was a joke but then as she stared at the Principal's face she knew it was true, her brother was dead. Her brother whom she hadn't seen in almost a month thanks to her father. Hyun-Ae didn't cry, she just became angry. Taking her stuff and leaving as she began her walk home. When she got home no words were said between the family members, all going off to be alone. Crying periodically could be heard through the house from either Hyun-Ae or her mother followed by her father telling them to shut up. It stayed that way until they arrived home from the funeral. Then the fighting began, shouting passed between all three living family members. The fighting continued for days until it resulted in her mother leaving.

Fighting became a constant in the house for the few months until Hyun-Ae one day just stopped caring. For the next year and a half as Hyun-Ae finished High School, her father would yell at her but she wouldn't care and would just ignore him, brushing it off. Before she stopped caring, she would purposely go against her father's words and go out partying, doing what she could to piss him off. But when the flip in her mind switched the partying wasn't to piss him off. It was for herself, a way of trying to fill the gap her brother left. At the same time it let her be around people while keeping herself from getting attached, something she was scared to due now not only because she lost her brother but also because of her father.

It was when Hyun-Ae announced she was going to move to Farmer Hill to attend college that she knew her father was no longer actually her father. He just about flipped his lid when he found but there was nothing he could do about it. She was 18 almost 19 and he no longer had any say in her life. All he could do was cut her off from any source of money, which her mother happily stepped in to take care of much to his chagrin.

Arriving in Farmer Hill Hyun-Ae decided to go by the nickname her brother had given her when they were younger. Deciding to start her own life, one she could call fully her own and that her dad would hate. Hyun-Ae was now Angel and she was attending college to pursue music and singing. Something she had kept hidden her whole life from everyone but her brother.

SIGIL & LOCATION ⫻ Butterflies with Skull patterned wings on her right shoulder

ABSTRACTION ⫻ Banshee. A sensitivity to impending death and a raw, loud, destructive scream.

ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ With focus Angel can produce a scream of a high frequency and pitch that can destroy things or move things in her path, or render someone deaf for some time most of the time she does this on accident though. The scream is only part of it though, Angel also will get this sinking gut feeling when she is near someone who is about to die or in the area someone is about to die. She can't pinpoint who it is, nor when it will happen. She just knows it will happen within a minute or two of the feeling developing.

IN THE PRESENCE OF THE MOUNTAIN ⫻ The mountain improves Angel's control over her destructive scream and increases her sensitivity to impending death. Other than improving pre-existing parts of her abstraction, she also begins to hear voices of those beyond life. The voices starting at a soft whisper and only proceeding to get louder the closer she gets to the mountain.

AURA SENSING ⫻ Due to her issues with her own emotions, she is able to see the aura's of people when they are dealing with severe negative emotions. Mainly surrounding emotions of sorrow and a bit of anger.

LIMITS ⫻ Angel is only able to use her scream for a short amount of time, before it tires her out and she needs a recharge period before she can use her scream again. She can only scream for about five seconds straight, anything longer would strain her, and make her recharge period longer. She also lacks a fine control over her scream, and the effects that it causes. Given how the flow of soundwaves work, she may cause unintentional harm and destruction.

WEAKNESSES ⫻ The scream causes damage to her vocal cords, and throat. After using her abstraction a lot, it causes her throat some intense pain, and makes it difficult to use it again. Possibly may cause her pain while speaking. She's also somewhat immune to her screams - somewhat being that she'll never go deaf from her abstraction, the intense vibrations may cause her nausea, and may weaken her bones.

Since a young age, Andrea has been seen as developed beyond her years. She stands taller than many women and even some other boys at her age. She possesses long and naturally wavy bright blond hair that one would notice is well taken care of, thought it still appears a little bit brittle. Her features are further accentuated by hazel blue eyes and pale skin, which is often done up with with a few dabs of makeup so that her skin appears to possess an even tone without the underlying blood and veins creating pictures on it. Her complexion, otherwise, gives you the impression that she was quite the beauty - and though she still meets the conventional standards, there is something else present in her face that'd give away a history with struggle. Where perhaps she passed through a dark time in her life and is slowly coming back from it. Faintly noticeable, but ever-present bags sit under her eyes. Her skin is stretched tight over where there's bone and cartilage, and the pink of her lips appears dehydrated and bears a tired expression. She's always trying to mask it with a faint, kind smile that also tries to keep her mouth closed to hide the barely yellowed teeth, no longer the pearly whites they once were. No scars or freckles to speak of, but the puncture scars on her arms. She wears a little button nose on her heart-shaped face, the left nostril of which is adorned by a piercing with the littlest diamond you ever did see. She also has earring studs, one on each lobe. Other adornments includes a silver band on her left hand and red polish on her fingernails, giving it a clean looking guise, but closer inspection reveals that she picks at it. Perhaps the result of a nervous tick?

Her frame is petite and slender, bust measurement at 28E, and most of her height seems to come from her legs. She lacks enough upper strength to be even remotely threatening though, and while she can carry most of the stuff she'll ever need to carry, nobody will be asking her to do the lifting for them. Most of her workout routine is concerned about jogging and yoga, as it keeps her cardio up and figure right, but it doesn't do much more than that other than the mental therapy the exercises provide. Despite her efforts to maintain her health, her actual body still appears thin. Pronounced collarbones suggest, while perhaps naturally sharp, could not be so sharp that they exist the way they do without Andrea lacking some musculature. The same goes for other areas of her body - shoulders, hands, hips, knees, ankles, her cheekbones - no amount of exercise can allow her to gain weight if she lacks the appetite to fuel that activity. She is not so skinny that she appears anorexic, but she isn't packing any heat. She instead moves with the same sort of careful grace and caution as a cat would have.

When she speaks, she does so with a fairly heavy Polish accent - and it can be clearly seen that there are some pronunciations that she struggles with, such as the differences between sheep and ship, kiss and keys, lid and lead, to the point where they sound alike to one another. Andrea's method of speech is rather soft-spoken and gentle, doesn't quite project very much to cover distance or be heard over others (much to her chagrin). However, she is deliberate and thoughtful. She chooses her words carefully and considers what she has to say before she says it, as if weighing it in a scale in her mind.

Regardless of her body-type, she tends to avoid provocative clothes like the plague and so she is spared from sexualization at first glance. Typically, she is fitted with a black wool peacoat when she goes outdoors, buttoned all the way down, even on somewhat warm spring or autumn days, as it serves as something like a security blanket. Underneath, one of her favorite outfits is one that serves it purpose in both casual and professional environments. It could be any color of blouse tops, button-up or v-necked, it didn't matter - as long as they're long-sleeved. She often wears her top with a buckled strap going around her waist and it's usually tucked into a black laced pencil skirt, and is sometimes in different colors depending on the occasion - other lower garments may include formal pants, long skirts, and if she's relaxing at home or in a super casual environment, very billowly, loose, "feels-like-you're-wearing-nothing", comfortable skirts, dresses, etc. Underneath, she always has black leggings or yoga pants and she prefers to wear shoes or boots with thick cuban heels. Somewhere in her wardrobe are some jeans or other tougher clothes, but it isn't very often that she finds the day calling for that unless it's really cold. This might mean Andrea appears prude, but she tries her best to ignore those sentiments.

Andrea's story is one of a girl who was set up for success in every possible way, but lost everything. Growing up, Andrea was completely unaware of her own privileged life, and how lucky she has been for the majority of it. She was born to a Christian high-middle class family in Poland. They could afford good schools. Andrea was encouraged to take up painting, she learned how to drive, started working early, she learned, was raised to be faithful, and she learned English and French on top of her native language. Hard work carried her to be her high school's valedictorian. She had boyfriends, broke her heart a couple times, and moved on. All the while, she had multiple opportunities made available to her such as offers for placements in a couple different commercials by different producers with the help of her loving family.

Everything was essentially handed to her on a silver platter, and that is not to knock her own intelligence down, no. She was smart and balanced her early life out nigh perfectly. In the senior yearbook, was voted Most Likely to Succeed. Amidst all this fortune and the popularity she had in school, it didn't do much to alter her nature. She's naturally been a sweet-tempered and reasonable girl, if a bit naive of her place and the place of others in the world. She denied the existence of her privileges and good fortune and insisted that she has worked hard to earn what she has – which may be true to some degree, as she is no stranger to responsibility, but it's clear that a lot of things in her life has been handed to her on a silver platter, and she is currently on the beginning of a long road that's keen on not giving a single damn about "all the good things" she's accomplished. Right outside of high school, the world is very different.

Right out of high school, not even a legal adult yet, and Andrea already had high expectations of where she planned to go, but she was determined to smash those barriers. She wanted to travel to the United States to pursue law at Harvard, which was a massive undertaking on its own. At the same time, she also wanted to balance with it an acting career, which would help pay for the expenses. Then the heavy hand of reality squashed her Legally Blonde fantasies: despite valedictorian status and scholarships, Harvard never replied to her applications. She went down the list applying, and all the while also auditioning for acting gigs so that she wasn't wasting her time. Oxford? No. Cambridge? No. Stanford? No. She got only small gigs playing extras in commercials. Submitting submission after submission, at this point only waiting to see if one of the big colleges notice her, she eventually got acceptance at Yale University in the US. The university was prestigious in its own right, but it didn't make Andrea feel very special after being ignored so many times. Still, she persisted through Yale, where she sought to practice public law and become an attorney

Trying to balance her life became challenging when she was on her own in Yale. She survived her first year, but entering her second year of university, she was caught like a tight-rope between trying to survive, succeed in school, and salvaging an already drowning acting career. She was being stretched thin. She felt herself falling apart at the seams with her pushing herself far beyond what she was capable of. She refused to let go of acting and "come back to it later" and she had no family around to support her. They could give her money, but they couldn't give her more hours in the day. She was barely sleeping, always hungry, and she couldn't find any respite until one "concerned friend" wanted to give her something that'd help pick her up in no time, claiming that it was ten times better than coffee. Andrea was desperate and she didn't want to think about what it was, and it only struck her when it was too late after she ingested crystal meth.

The magnitude of the situation she found herself in was overwhelming, and she didn't want to accept that she did it. She tried to ignore it, but the addiction swooped in and snatched her up. It might have helped at first - it might have started like, "well, one more tiny hit couldn't hurt," but in no time at all her grades were already plummeting as this new addiction started taking over. She couldn't think of anything else. Her relationship with her parents overseas had become tumultuous as her grades were suffering and they deduced that not all of the money was being put to use in her education and the essentials. When they called her out on it, her backlash only separated them further.

It got so bad that she ended up dropping out entirely and fell out of contact with her parents while in a foreign land. Now without her family's support, she couldn't support paying for college and her addiction at the same time. Any chance she had at landing good jobs in acting completely shriveled up. She had nearly no marketable skills and she practically turned homeless overnight. The drugs she took helped her to ignore everything and become numb for a few hours, but she didn't know what to do. She just knew she had to survive, and she was desperate... so she did what she could and sold her body on the streets of New Haven; occasionally hitching rides that eventually brought her to New York.

It was a vicious cycle. A vicious cycle that lasted only four months. In a mere four months, everything she wanted was taken. Everything she stood for was stripped. She didn't feel like the same person, she felt dirty and sinful and suicidal. Her faith was shattered, she was afraid, and what little money she made was just enough to feed her and fuel her addiction to meth and at some point, heroin fell into the mix. All throughout it, constantly daydreaming about the life she originally aimed for. In a mere four months, everything she used to be was dead. But as far as the governments were concerned, she was still a registered person. When she went missing, they went looking for her. When they finally found her, they only found a young drug-addicted girl. She didn't know why they chose to save her. They just as easily could have let her rot in a cell, but when they sent her to the New York Center for Rehabilitation, their first action was to detox her and put her in therapy programs.

It was agonizing. She couldn't imagine what it would have been like for a person doing this for multiple years, but whatever medicine they were pumping into her was burning her insides. Detox was a straight week of solid agony, pain, nighmares, hard breathing, sweating, and wringing out her insides, dropping every contaminated ounce of fluid in her body while she could thing of nothing else other than relapsing. Even in the end, when everything was pumped out of her body and the detoxification process was complete, the psychological damages remained. From the addiction, to the depression - what she has done to herself has traumatized her. She wanted nothing more than to punish herself, but the faculty insisted that it wasn't her fault. They promised her that they'd put her back on the road to recovery and assign her a particular therapist that might be able to help her through these motions. All she could do was cry tears of relief.

She has gotten healthier with each passing day and is finding new reasons to keep on smiling, each a step towards self-mastery. Her old nature is beginning to resurface, and her very sensitive history has gotten her into some personal conversations and relationships with the NYCR personnel and the other patients, endearing herself to many of the faculty as they become more familiar with one another. Though many of her darkest emotions are still buried along with the lingering urges of her old addictions, which has been the cause of a couple of scares that had her put on the facility's suicide watch-list, she is finding it easier to find hope in tomorrow and to accept herself and what she has been through. Still, she looks back on her life with regret, and if there was an opportunity to go back and make different decisions that didn't lead her down a path of suffering, to be normal, she'd take it in a heartbeat. Even if it meant never meeting the people she met in the NYCR... not that'd she ever tell them that.

After all, they were the ones who somehow reconnected her with her family. After a long and strenuous process, they reach them and organize their transportation in order for them to meet their daughter. After everything she has been through, seeing them again was probably the hardest of all of it. She couldn't bring herself to even look at them. Never mind look them in the eyes, she couldn't even bring herself to look at their shoes - her eyes were tightly squeezed shut and she was pursing and biting her lips and she held her arms stiffly at her side, but none of that could stop the flood of tears, the whimpering, or the trembling as they held her. She anticipated her mother being emotional, but she had never heard her father cry before. She had never imagined him to be the type who would be bawling with grief.

When she began to approach the end of her time with the NYCR, they helped her try to get back into the world. Her family wanted to take her back home, and part of her desperately wanted that too. But she also had unfinished business here. She knew that if she really wanted things to return to normal, she should try to pursue her former aspirations. So despite that she against her parents' pleas and decided to go back to school, her mother and father chose to give her the second chance. They still supported her, only grateful that Andrea was okay now - but there was consequences to pay for. Yale was no longer an option since she dropped out and still owed fees.

However, there was still an option in Grand Ridge Academy in Farmer Hill, Montana. With their help and the help of the NYCR, she transferred her college credits from Yale, found a scholarship that was willing to sponsor her, and entered an agreement with her parents. She was delivered to Montana, and was given a recommendation for one of the local treatment centers in case of an emergency. She enrolled into the academy with a clean slate and seeks to pursue a major in General Law and a minor in Theater Arts. Now that she has a lot less on her plate, she feels better prepared to pursue the challenge. She just hopes that the stress doesn't drive her over the edge again. Fortunately, she became familiar with the on-campus counselors and support groups. Hopefully, that should help her cope with her problems.

SIGIL & LOCATION ⫻ An hourglass with only a few grains of sand left in the upper bulb, which can be found on Andrea's upper left forearm.

ABSTRACTION ⫻ Temporal Rewind, the ability to briefly reverse time within a certain radius.

ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ Andrea's abstraction allows her to alter the temporal flow of the universe in a short (four meter) radius. Specifically, she causes time to flow backwards. She creates an effect field that wraps around everything which appears to be blurry, and surrounded in a blue tint. While under this effect, time rewinds backwards up to a maximum of around ten seconds. Objects, people, and Andrea, are restored back where they were ten seconds ago - the Awakened are immune to this effect, but they can perceive the changes in the flow of time. The Blind are none the wiser, and won't even notice the changes. Using this, Andrea is able to move herself out of danger, react to events that are going to happen, and her own wounds heal wounds that she has sustained. While the max is ten seconds, if she pushes herself, she can extend it to around thirty seconds.

IN THE PRESENCE OF THE MOUNTAIN ⫻ The mountain greatly enhances her rewinding ability, and allows her to rewind time up to around a minute and a half - and is capable of pushing it to three minutes. In addition, her range is goes up to nine meters.

AURA SENSING ⫻ Andrea is particularly sensitive to negative emotions and the threat of danger, whether it is sadness, guilt, shame, anger, trepidation, or even negative thoughts such as ill intention. Having suffered so greatly in her time, her awakening has allowed her to see the aura of such emotions. While she perceives the color of these auras differently, the aura of malicious or bloodthirsty intention is unique in that she can feel it coming before she can see the light-consuming and inky blackness of its aura.

LIMITS ⫻ Andrea is only able to affect time in a four meter radius, everything outside of it is immune to the temporal changes. She can reverse up to ten seconds without straining, and afterwards she requires a thirty second rest period before she can rewind time again (regardless of whether or not she's near the mountain). This recharge period is longer if she pushes herself past the limit. Awakened (and certain other supernatural beings) are completely immune to the changes, and are able to move freely while she changes time. Which can allow them to interrupt her.

WEAKNESSES ⫻ Andrea's abstraction doesn't exactly have any weaknesses. Using it a often takes a toll on her body. Excessive usage will cause nosebleeds, headaches, and may even knock her unconscious. Only other thing is that certain beings are immune to it's effects, and may negate it's main strength.