Joss is tall and lithe but not without curves (36-22-36). She has freckles. She is most often seen in skin tight leggings, graphic tees, crop tops, boots or tennis shoes.

Joss is a little town country girl from Pilot Grove, MO. Her family owned a farm and she joked that she was probably related to half the town. It was a sleepy little town that really only had a corner store a church and a pool. She was the oldest of four with two brothers behind her, two years and four years younger, and a sister seven years younger than her. Her powers manifested at the age of thirteen when one of the boys in her class wouldn't leave her alone. For weeks he had teased her about her hair, being the only redhead for generations she got a lot of attention, and she'd had enough. After school walking home he finally got under her skin. He knocked her brother over and the sky darkened as she vented her rage verbally. Lightning struck a nearby old silo and the kids scattered. This incident was followed by more. She was pulled out of school when one incident of a microburst blew in windows and she was yet again in a rage. She was recommended to take a martial art and she chose Tai Chi due to the movements. Unfortunately things did not get better. Joss' parents looked into what would help their daughter and they decided to join the Hyperhuman Social Conscience Program.

Ivy stands at roughly 5'4" and weighs 120 lbs. Her skin is the color of Ivory, sprinkled with a healthy dose of freckles. Her eyes are a forest green with random nrown spots in them, and her hair is a natural ginger, falling to her mid back. She has a bit of a pear shaped figure, small feet (a size 6 in womens), and has a healthy muscle mass for her size. Her nose is narrow, but fits her heart shaped face perfectly.

Ivy practically grew up in Crestwood, her family having moved there when she was 3 or 4. Her mother, Irene, worked long hours at the hospital as an OR Nurse. Her father, Logan, was a firefighter, also working long hours. Needles to say, her grandmother, Joan, watched after her most of the time. Teaching her how to cook, how to sew, helping her with her homework. The woman was practically a second mother to Ivy. Despite that, she often felt alone, having no siblings and no friends. At least, not until she met Noah, the boy that lived next door to them. The pair quickly became inseparable, and we're hardly ever seen apart. They could always be found playing in the rain, running around the yard, or just about anything kids did. Unfortunately, their fun didn't last. The pair slowly started to drift apart. Increasingly so, when Ivy discovered she wasn't quite as normal as she thought she was.

Around the time Ivy was in middle school, Ivy discovered that she had the ability to heal wounds. It happened, when her grandmother had gotten into a nearly fatal car accident on her way home from the store. A younger man had swerved to avoid hitting a cat that had ran into the middke of the road, and ended up hitting Joan head on. She had spent months in the hospital, Ivy visiting her everyday she could. On one such day, Ivy had been sitting beside her grandmother, holding her hand while she slept. Her eyes kept glancing at a particularly bad bruise around her eye. It was terribly dark, and when her eyes were open, the white, was red. Eventually, Ivy’s eyes rested on the bruise, thinking, wishing it would go away. Seconds later, Ivy felt a sharp pain in her eye. She reached her hand up to touch around it, but immediately pulled her hand back. It was extremely sensitive to the touch. When she looked back at her grandmother, she noticed that the bruise was slowly disappearing. In disbelief, Ivy looked closer, and sure enough, it continued to fade. But the pain in her own eye got worse. She immediately released her grandmother's hand and raced to the bathroom, examining herself in the mirror. Sure enough, her own eye was bruised, while her grandmother's was nearly gone.

Of course, questions rose at home and school, and unable to lie, Ivy told people what had happened. Some of them thought she was full of shit and asked if her dad had beat her, while others left her company completely, knowing what she told them was true. It was out now. She was one of the Hypers, and she lost friends left and right. Until one particular day after school.

Ivy had been in a sour mood, having been sick of the kids at school. People she had been friends with for years, suddenly just decide to abandon her because she has some special ability. They were acting as if she never existed now. She was out for a walk, when a dog crossed paths with her. At first, she was cautious of him. He was beautiful, no doubt, but a strange nonetheless. When she realized he was as friendly as could be, and didn't seem to have a home (As he always seemed to come and visit her), she named him Shadow, for his dark fur. Day after day, the dog would come sit with her, or walk with her, and she would talk to him as if he were a human. She began smiling more and dismissing the way things at school went, something easier said than done.

Nearly out of high school, a new program came along. The Hyperhuman Social Conscience Program. It was mostly out of curiosity that she decided to join. Ivy was skeptical that there was anyone that would/could help people like her, but she joined anyways, filled with the slightest bit of hope.

Benjamin is a handsome young man with sandy tan skin and brown hair, often kept short. His eyes are light brown and almond, with a resting look of contemplation and longing. He has full lips, an oval face, prominent eyebrows, and a bulbed nose notably inherited from his father. His protruding ears and bright face give him a somewhat elf-like appearance. He is of an average height, and his body is slim and toned like a swimmer, though notably missing the muscle definition of someone who actually exercises. He generally wears clean attire, a polo and khakis is usually his go to, though sometimes sweaters as well.

Born and raised for most of his life in the UK by a British mother and a Jewish father, Benjamin is the second oldest of 4, having one older brother and two younger brothers, Solomon Jr.(20), Danior(15) and Malachai(9). His mother worked as a psychotherapist and his father was in the military. Because of this, he didn't get to see his father very often. Despite this, Benjamin had always admired his parents, but especially his father, who had always taught him the value of knowledge, continued growth, and how to be a responsible man.

However, it wasn't until his father died in duty, that his powers activated. The day after the funeral, he was plagued by a haunting nightmare and when he woke up, he found himself on the basement floor with a gash on his temple and a broken ankle. Once he recovered, every night he would use his newfound ability to quietly sneak out the house in order to visit his father's grave, talking and ranting to him as though he had never departed. This nightly ritual went on for months.

But unfortunately, his mother had no such solace. Unable to bury the pain of her husband's death and in much dire need of a fresh start, Benjamin's mother moved them to Crestwood Hollow after an extensive search for a new school lead to the discovery of the The Hyperhuman Social Conscience Program.

Though voluntary, she made Benjamin's participation mandatory. Furthermore, it was here that she was finally able to live her life long dream of opening her own psychotherapy practice. But in the end, she is hoping that Benjamin can start over as well and become a happier individual. He probably took the death of his father the hardest.

Mei's most iconic feature is her lithe figure. It is stemmed from the rather harsh beauty standards she was upheld to as a child, where she was berated for being fat despite being a healthy weight. Additionally, much like her fellow exchange students, she often wears the most expensive streetwear brands. Colors and material don't matter as much as the brand and style do. She owns a few shirts that have a phrase that she does not know the meaning of, sometimes they end up being quite vulgar. it plays well into her general attitude and demeanor, making it easier for her to play off the fact that she just straight up doesn't know what it means.

Born and raised in Kowloon, Hong Kong, Mei was the child of a government executive and a member of the Hong Kong Independent Commission Against Corruption. The immediate conflict between her parents' occupations meant that relations at home weren't really that good. Fighting was the norm back then as her parents tried to word things in a way that would not incriminate themselves or anyone else. The tension had been so bad that if her parents weren't fighting then there was nothing but silence and other forms of emotional abuse going on. It was hard for Mei to get the attention of her parents as they were more focused on not tipping off each other rather than tending to the needs of their daughter.

That was why as Mei grew up, they usually dumped her off at whatever activity they could. Camps, extra classes, martial arts, whatever to get her out of the house and out of the noxious environment her parents had created. But as she had gotten older, it had become harder to find things to put her in, compounded with her growing rebellious attitude, she had become yet another thorn in her parents' side as they still snaked around and made sure nothing that they didn't need to know slip out of their mouths. It was starting to become dangerous as the majority of Mei's peers had caught wind of her parents' relationship due to the overzealous Hong Kong paparazzi industry.

To make things worse, Mei's pyrokinesis powers were discovered sometime during primary education after an accident involving a bunsen burner and a marshmallow. The paparazzi was soon on the Chan family, and more pressure was created on the family, creating more and more cracks within their already weak foundation as tensions got worse between her parents. It was soon decided that it was better for the whole family to ship Mei off somewhere else, which was what landed her in the hyperhuman program as that was the best course of action for her.

Jiao-long is a quite recognizable person -- most likely because he always looks indifferent or angry, and wears flashy brands and color combinations that normally belong on some kind of streetwear fashion event where hypebeasts gather to see the latest version of the Supreme redbox logo shirt. He is not typically handsome, he is not tall (well, not for an American) and doesn't look body-builder buff. Quite the opposite, really. This is a complete juxtaposition to the way he carries himself, as he walks around like he owns the place. Overly confident, in a nonchalant 'I don't care' type of way, like he knows he's better than you and doesn't care whether you realize it or not. Of course, whether he truly feels this way or is just putting up a façade is up in the air -- however, given his background, it is not unlikely he truly believes it.

Jia-long Wenrong was born to two upstanding members of Hong Kong society. His father worked for his uncle in the steel business, on which their family had a firm steel grip which came quite close to the definition of a monopoly. His mother was from another upstanding family that dealt in soy sauce -- a business that did not seem particularly glamorous, but had raked in millions. Neither of his parents were close to the family fortune, having been second or even third in line to take over as family head. Perhaps it was for the best, as they were removed from the limelight to some degree.

Jiao thus grew up in a rich family where he was expected to follow in his fathers footsteps and become part of the business, doing whatever his father did (which was, frankly, a whole lot of nothing and a few meetings to break up the monotony of doing nothing). That included a foreign education, since saying you were from Harvard was a bit more prestigious than saying you were from a local university, and facing the truth, these families cared more about prestige than the actual knowledge you obtained here.

He was sent to an international school at a young age and enrolled in an international highschool, but complications involving his hyper-human ability made this process more difficult than it had to be. He was 'a late bloomer' when it came to his power, courtesy of the insane overpopulation in Hong Kong and the Asian region in general, however, the complications threw mud in the face of his enrolment in the international highschool. It was instead decided that he'd be shipped off to America to enrol in a highschool in the middle of nowhere which just so happened to be one of the first to have an actual hyperhuman program of sorts.

The details didn't stick out to him so much, but escaping his family and Hong Kong was a welcome change. So, he shipped out.

Marcus is tall, well built and fairly handsome in a boyscout kind of way. Nobody would think that Marcus is a bad boy, and they'd be right for doing so. His life's been pretty good. He comes from good money, his father is incredibly successful and he's a driven, well taken care off young man. It's plain to see all of these things in the way he carries himself, the way he talks and the way he dresses. His style's comprised of good brand clothes, nothing too fancy but nothing shabby, either. Jeans, T-shirt, hoodie, jacket. He doesn't wear any piercings and has no tattoos currently.

Marcus is a rather straight forward, popular and morally upstanding young man. People call him 'boyscout' on occasion. He is by the book and very responsible and reliable. This is kind of contradictory to his background in the top 1 percent, his father a billionaire and his mother a lawyer before her death when Marcus was a child. Marcus isn't a particularly spoiled young man, perhaps due to the humble pie he's been served more than once.
His father's job makes Marcus's identity as a Hyperhuman quite the issue and reflects poorly on his father's work and stature.

Marcus is a Straight A student, captain of the soccer team and class president for all of his years in a row and this year is hoping to become Student body president. Well, that was before this summer when his bracelet broke and he accidentally used his powers during judo practice. No one was hurt, so his only punishment was a fine for doing so. Him quickly being outed as a hyperhuman has started a chain reaction of negative events on his life that's only started.

He's joining the class because he wants to build a support network of other Hypes. He's in a position of power, financially and socially where him outing himself as a Hype has a lesser effect than it would have on others in less fortunate situations. He's trying to become a pillar in a community his family's directly opposed to and wants to work for Hyperhuman rights in society - thinking this is a good place to start.

Various braids, glasses to see, oversized sweaters, tight jeans and leggings, brightly colored sneakers, lots of ink stains on hands, wide thighs, tiny chest, plump features. Most of Esther’s glow will follow from her expressions. Smiles and frowns, sadness and bewilderment—all of it carries their own extremes that eliminates all sense of observer interpretation. She is an open book with a font large enough for the blind. Esther does not shy away from happy returns, physical or otherwise.

Esther was born in Dresden, Germany on May the 4th. Her father was Sebastian Hermann Whäner and her mother was Lieselotte Hilde Whäner. Esther was named after her great-grandmother.

Esther’s story begins with her father, Sebastian Hermann Whäner. He was born somewhere in Germany, 1955. That household slumbered upon a peculiar past and a patriarchal figure interested in experiments of the mind and human behavior. Sebastian was twelve years old in 1967, when everything changed. The following years are shadowed by strange interpretation and fractured memories, but it sparked in Sebastian a similar interest that his father had, only many times as destructive.

Sebastian graduated with honors and dedicated his life to research and experimentation. Some of his pursuits and methods were rather extreme and frowned upon by colleagues. He eventually got himself ejected from that esteemed community after having exposed his terrifying ‘gift’. Years of unemployment and misery followed. Eventually, he and his wife was able to leave Germany for North America, having secured a similar line of work without previous shame.

By the time Sebastian’s daughter had reached a young age, his gift had grown beyond his understanding. He had become obsessed with his own ‘legacy’ and research, convinced that his daughter carried an identical ambition. Between Esther’s seventh and thirteenth birthdays, Sebastian subjected her to a series of what has later been labeled ‘Mental Abuses’. He entered her dreams and created vast spaces of his own altered memories and visions of the future. He subjected her to daily hallucinations that were designed to change her way of thinking and feeling. Esther was never directly harmed, but her mother seems to think so, and all those who have analyzed the account concurs.

Eventually, Esther’s mother severed all contacts with Sebastian through divorce and law enforcement. Esther and her mother were relocated to Crestwood Hollow after Sebastian failed to show up in court, and subsequently deemed dangerous. Esther was originally submitted to the Program for ‘memory therapy’, but she decided to stay for other reasons.