Tiffany Zhang

Tiff, sometimes. Mostly by close friends and family

Female

18

▸ HEIGHT : | Five feet, four inches
▸ WEIGHT : | 116 pounds
▸ ETHNICITY : | East Asian (Chinese, specifically)
▸ HAIR COLOR : | Black
▸ EYE COLOR : | Brown

Friendly, outgoing, energetic, welcoming, optimistic, determined, talkative to the point of being annoying, impulsive, a bit shallow and superficial, silly, slightly ridiculous, really extra, super girly, comes off as a bit of an airhead, loves everything pink and sparkly

» Running in high heels of any sort (and outrunning you while she's at it)

» She's a very good listener, despite her reputation as a ditzy airhead cheerleader

» Besides English, she also speaks Chinese and Spanish...sort of (she's been taking Spanish since sixth grade, so she's gotta be fluent, right????)

» Making anything and everything look aesthetically pleasing. Especially her notes from class

» Nimble and flexible and lithely strong from her years of cheerleading, gymnastics (both rhythmic and artistic), and dance. She's also quite good at tumbling; ya girl can effortlessly throw a round-off Arabian double-back handspring sequence while reciting every brand of make-up that she's every used

» Applying sparkly pink eyeshadow while checking Instagram while operating a motor vehicle. Does that count?

Tiffany's life has been, up until now, completely, utterly normal.

That's not to say that it was boring, of course. Tiffany had a ton of fun just being a normal girl at a normal school with a normal life. In fact, she liked it-she liked being a cheerleader, she liked Starbucks runs before school and sneaking out at lunch to get Chipotle, she liked football games and homecoming and prom, she liked shopping with her friends on the weekends and, well, she could put up with school on the weekdays.

Tiffany's family was pretty normal, too-she had a sister, five years older than her, and a mom and a dad and grandparents and cousins, just like everybody else. Her mother was a translator; her father an engineer. Her family was, for all intents and purposes, perfectly run-of-the-mill.

When she was four or five, Tiffany's mom signed her up for Chinese dance lessons being held in their Maryland hometown, and Tiffany found herself liking it very much. Later on, she would add in a whole range of related activities-ballet, rhythmic gymnastics, artistic gymnastics, jazz, lyrical, et cetera-only to give those up, one after another, as she got bored.

The one thing she stuck with, however, was cheer. Something about the inherent energy in the sport appealed to Tiffany, and besides. Being a cheerleader seemed so cool.

In high school, Tiffany joined the cheer team, and she loved every minute of it. Sure, there were times when it got stressful or tiring, but those were always outweighed by the awesome friends she made. The actual "school" part of high school wasn't as great-Tiffany didn't necessarily flunk out, but she wasn't making the honor roll, either. Her teachers would always accidentally call her by her sister's name, which was made even more annoying by the fact that she'd been valedictorian when she graduated, but whatever. Tiffany didn't really care.

Senior year, spring semester, was when Tiffany's life was turned upside down. It should have been one of the easiest semesters of Tiffany's entire high school career-she had already chosen to go to school in Baltimore with a bunch of her friends, and she had major senioritis and was so looking forward to prom and beach week and then summer vacation (finally) when the incident happened.

Tiffany had been out camping in the mountains for spring break, with a couple of friends from school. Normally, she wouldn't have agreed to such a thing (the "I-haven't-showered-for-three-days" look is so not her style), but one of her best friends had begged her to come, citing the fact that her ex would be there (and that she would totally need someone to vent to in case said ex did something, you know?), so Tiffany went, albeit a bit begrudgingly.

On the third or fourth day, the group of high schoolers went hiking. What should have been a pleasant, relaxing hike turned into something slightly less pleasant and relaxing as Tiffany's BFF fled from the marked trail, in tears over something her ex said. Tiffany, of course, chased after her (ignoring her hair and nails for the time being, which came out of the entire ordeal so messed up), and ended up catching up to said BFF. The two of them found a small cave-like opening in the rocks to sit and rest and catch their bearings, but Tiffany had just barely stepped foot into the cave thingymajiggy when she felt...weird.

Unbeknownst to Tiffany and her friends, the cave had contained a Delta-Crystal, though it wouldn't be until later on in the semester until her powers began to manifest. And when they did manifest, Tiffany freaked, à la White Chicks "I'm going to have a BF!". She didn't particularly want to be a Metahuman, thank you very much-she was supposed to have a normal life, even if it was pretty useful to be able to use her newfound abilities to get her make-up done faster.

When her parents realized what had happened, they were able to pull some strings to get her into one of the Academies meant specifically for Metahumans, since Tiffany's aunt on her mother's side worked for FAMA. Tiffany was not too happy to learn that, instead of going to college with her friends, she would instead be attending an Academy where she knew absolutely no one. But, of course, there was nothing that she could do about it.

All Tiffany wants to do is finish school at the Academy and get back to her old life as fast as she can. Is that really too much to ask?

Kassandra Keigwan.

Kassy, Kass.

Female.

17.

Kassandra is 5'6” and still growing. She is pudgy, with dark brown skin. Her hair is black and tightly curled, and she wears it in a short, vibrant cut. She has sad-seeming brown eyes and a generally hunched posture, as if she's trying to vanish.

She wears feminine clothing, lots of skirts and jewelry. A hippie/earthen sort of style.

Kassandra is nervous and shy. She is usually soft spoken, and really believes that no one really wants to hear what she's got to say. If she's on her own, she seems to open up more and can be very warm hearted and sweet. However, when faced with too many peope, she goes right back into her little shell.

Illusions, singing, swimming, has good grades and is generally intelligent.

Kassy is from a small east coast town. There is a low population of Metahumans, so she grew up pretty isolated. Due to some incidents in her past, Kassy grew up with her aunt and uncle who really didn't want much to do with her. Her aunt was not good to her, belittling her at every turn and calling her a 'freak' and 'disaster' on a regular basis. Kassy was working at a part time job, trying to work up money to get out of town, when her invitation to the Academy came. If her family hadn't been glad to be rid of her, she would have found some way to get there.

Type-Blue

Illusions: Kassandra can trick all of the 5 senses with various illusions. She is best with visual and auditory illusions, though her range is slowly expanding to the rest of the senses. Her most complex tricks so far are to make herself completely invisible, imitate the look and sound of someone's voice after studying them, and to make a “gunshot” noise in someone's ears. She is also slowly learning touch illusions, but so far hasn't gotten past a tap on the shoulder or a brush of a hand. When she gets better, this could expand to actual pain or other sensations.

Kassy's illusions can be 'beaten' if they don't quite match up with reality. An individual who is paying enough attention could notice that what they are sensing is not real. She is still practicing and gaining experience, so this could improve with time. However, there will always be people who will see through her easier than others.

Kassandra's illusions can't work through techology yet. Someone seeing her through a camera or other device won't be fooled. She also has to concentrate to a certain degree, and the illusions will drop if she's properly distracted or hindered. Currently, she is not in the best of shape.

Mira (Because some people can' say her name right!)

Female

17

It's not difficult to tell where Kashmira was born and raised. Her facial features and skin tone are distinctly featured from the Indian-sub continent (the southern area, of course), and she speaks with a very thick Indian accent - however she dresses more "American" than a walking stereotype (that's only for special occasions). The girl seems to carry herself with caution in mind, she usually takes slow steps but most of all watch her step. She usually keeps her hands together in front of her, or at her sides. A lot of people get the idea that she's rather tense given the way that she carries herself and the fact that she's very easy to startle. It's not the case innately, but she unintentionally gives off that kind of impression.

In terms of build, Kashmira is a very small girl at just an inch below five-feet due to genetics alone. The girl finds it easy for herself to get into small spaces but always find it incredibly hard to get noticed. She's extremely slim, bony, even due to a mixture of her diet and the fact that she practices yoga every day so she gets plenty of exercises. She doesn't have a whole lot of muscle-tone nor does she have a lot of body fat, but what fat she does have is merely padding for the girl. She has some curves with 36Bs and some hips, but nothing that'd make heads turn. India is a very diverse place, and Kashmira has roots from the Keralite people (and other Indians mixed in but they're rather distant). Her skin tone is a little dark but nothing major and she has a very pronounced nose with a large nose ring, and her eyes are large and a brown color - packing a striking gaze within them. Kashmira has long shoulder-length hair that's a dark brown color and is very well-maintained, and it's naturally a little wavy - she doesn't keep it in any style.

♦ Kind ♦ Devout ♦ Idealistic ♦ Respectful ♦ Careful ♦ Compassionate ♦ Eagar to learn ♦ Slow to anger but a handful once agitated ♦ Somewhat eccentric ♦ Wise ♦ Jumpy ♦ Stubborn ♦ Refuses to hurt people ♦

To begin, Kashmira was born in and grew up in India to two loving parents, but she had a twin sister Tala. Her family tree is quite complex because her grandparents had thirteen children, and she is just one of a legion of grandchildren. Growing up in Ahmedabad, life wasn't particularly hard for the girl, she grew up playing and hanging out with the other children and she was raised to be a devout following of Shaivism. Her early life wasn't particularly eventful other than the fact that she learned English and Hindi while in school in order for her to effectively communicate with other Indians. Life was going to as ordinary for the girl; she was going to grow up to become an amazing young woman that would strive to achieve Dharma. However, it came to Ahmedabad, the Beast, they called it, Kasmira now realizes that the thing had shaped her modern life. A powerful Metahuman that had been rampaging across Europe and Asia for decades and went on a rampage in her home city. It was a violent experience that haunts Kashmira, and worst of all she was separated from her parents.

As a little girl wandering through a destroyed city was a chilling experience that Kashmira really does not want to experience again. However, she noticed a red light coming from one of the buildings and wandered inside... and found a really weird red crystal. She grabbed the crystal and stuffed it into her pocket, and eventually was reunited with her family after the coast was clear. Given that her home was destroyed she found herself living with her uncle's family in Hyderabad until she got a new place to live. She held onto the crystal but felt oddly strong when holding it, and while playing with it, she had inadvertently caused a chunk of the building she was in to fall off. It was a scary experience, but she realized that she had done it with a bit of experimentation and realized that she can control stone. Eventually, she showed her twin Tala, and also showed her the crystal - but upon contact with the crystal, her entire body started glowing a red energy. Eventually, Tala manifested with the ability to create and control wood.

They practiced with it and inadvertently attracted the attention of all the wrong people. When Kashmira was walking home from school, she took time to stop at her favorite place to kick a soccer ball. There was no one around... until she eventually smelled smoke and turned around to see Abel himself, smoking a cigar. The girl was terrified by the titan, but he stated that he meant no harm and that he tracked a Delta-Crystal to the area and asked her if she knew anything. The young Kashmira merely shook her head and Abel pressed on. In the end, Abel went on his way but she was terrified by the experience, so she ran home and grabbed the crystal and threw it into a river hoping that would be the end of their problems. However, they just started - the next night strange men were hanging around their household, and eventually made a move and broke in and held the family captive, demanding the crystal. Kashmira, out of guilt for starting the whole mess, told them that she threw the Delta-Crystal away.

Abel soon made his appearance and requested that she lead him to it. So, Kashmira walked through the streets of Hyderabad with the world's most feared terrorist walking behind her. The streets were cleared by his mere sight and the police, military, and Metahuman regulation had no clue what to do without endangering Kashmira. Eventually, she let him to where she threw the crystal and he walked into the river and after a moment he came back with it. He merely walked past her, cryptically saying "We have come to terms." before walking into a portal and his REAPERS pulled out. Her family was heavily questioned by the authorities, but ultimately they couldn't get a lead on the elusive REAPER organization.

This was, among other reasons, why the Sarai family ultimately made the decision to move to America - where Kashmira's grandmother lived. They settled in New York, Staton Island, and life wasn't the easiest for the family at first - given that Tala and Kashmira are the only two in the family that knew more than a small amount of English. They eventually got a job at a restaurant that Kashmira's uncle had, and Kashmira, once she was of age. Though Kashmira and Tala finally met their grandmother in person at last - the aging woman was one of the first Metahumans in India and told her grandmother about all the adventures. Most of all, she gave Kashmira a necklace with the shard of a red Delta-Crystal in it and stated that it boosts the power of whoever wears it. She also explained that she used it when she was younger, but now that she's aged she has no more use for it. Kashmira nearly rejected it out of fear of Abel, her grandmother insisted that it was a dark, cold, harsh place out there and that she needs every tool in her disposal to survive. The words resonated with Kashmira given her encounters with Abel, and chose to take the crystal - only to use in the most desperate of all situations.

Eventually, Kashmira received a letter in the mail; an invitation to Academy 03. Apparently, she won the "invitational lottery" out of complete chance, and decided to head to the academy at the recommendation of her grandmother.

Type-Red

Kashmira's main power she received on contact with the red crystal, she's capable of manipulating all forms of stone; whether natural or artificial. At it's most basic her manipulation allows her to move and shape the earth, however her control is a more refined version of it. Instead of raw power her ability primarily focuses on precision. While she can't cause a landslide or collapse a building with a snap of her fingers she can create functionally anything out of stone. She can erect walls, pillars, spikes, and more out of the group, and send chunks of stone flying. Kashmira finds it easier to control smaller stone than larger pieces. Kashmira has to do this through body motions, so she can launch objects out of the ground by stomping her foot and can knock over stone pillars by casually pushing her hand over. It can it any body movement, as it's a connection between her power mind and body. Kashmira has a ton of potential with her ability and has plenty of advanced techniques in her arsenal. Such as creating weapons/armor, flying using her ability, and controlling sand.

Kashmira's Stone-Manipulation has a painfully short range - around sixteen feet of herself, but she can best control stone that is closest to her. Kashmira has the easiest time manipulating smaller pieces of stone than larger chunks. So that example of her erecting a pillar out of the ground? It would be very tiring and straining on the girl. As stated before, her ability is more focused on precision than raw power so she has an easier time shaping a stone surface than making earthquakes. Seemingly, she feels as if her power is more focused on creativity than destruction. Her stone manipulation requires contact with the ground or contact with the stone surfaces. The purity also plays a part as stone that's diluted with other elements such as concrete is harder to control.

Kashmira has a lot of potential and physical strength that can't be ignored, and FAMA classifies her as a high-level threat. However, Kashmira is a mighty-glacier, she has a lot of strength, but it requires that she's slow-moving or immobile in order to use her power. Mixed with the pathetic range and the fact that she's not too fast herself, her power will leave her helpless if she has to deal with a faster moving opponent. Using her ability causes nausea, physical weakness, and more - which gets even worse if she tries to do an extreme feat. Due to the fact that stone is heavy, it's very difficult to use the ability in the first place and far more tiring than other elements.

Ruby Choi

No nickname, just Ruby.

Female

Eighteen

Ruby stands at five feet seven inches and weighs in at around one hundred and twelve pounds. The first facial feature you’ll recognise of her are those highly distinctive chocolate brown eyes that she possess. Her face is oval in shape, her nose pert, and her lips a healthy shade of pink. In times of happiness, darling little dents of delight appears on her youthful visage, the dimples ever present whenever any form of smile or grin makes itself known. Her long straight hair is a lovely shade of raven black that complements her fair ivory skin very well. It has been dyed both brown and red in the past.

She is known to alter it according to a particular phase or mood she may be going through during certain periods in her life. Although she occasionally wearing her chest-level hair down, Ruby usually wears her hair up in a ponytail or plaited down her front to allow her ease of movement in her daily activities. Ruby's eyebrows are neatly plucked and well maintained and her flawless ivory complexion boasts a hint of golden undertones and is unblemished without any physical scars. Her face shape is somewhere between 'oval' and 'heart-shaped'. Her features and long and slender and her physique is slim and feminine looking, edging on the athletic side of things, honed from years of ballet and cheerleading training. Ruby is not one to seen with plenty of make-up on, only simply putting on the basic necessities such as some light foundation, lipstick and eyeliner.

Clothing wise, Ruby's personal style is all about bright or pastel colours. She can usually be seen in printed t-shirts, crop-tops and blouses along with either pants, jeans or skirts. Dresses is also another common sighting in her wardrobe. When its colder outdoors, she tends to put on a turtleneck sweater or jacket. She's not one to go for big branded goods over smaller name brands.

Friendly, introverted, kind, disciplined, stubborn, hopeful, persistent, quirky, really extra, weird sense of humour, sort-of-charming, strong will, determined, easily content and excitable, tend to be sarcastic at times

» She is nimble, agile and flexible from many years of ballet and cheerleading training. Be it somersaults or leg splits or other acrobatic maneuvers, none of them pose any problem for her.

» She is a great listener. Being a introverted sort means she usually hangs back to listen to others speak while she gathers her thoughts and form her own opinions before speaking.

» She is able to speak English, Korean and Chinese.

» Don't let her appearance fool you, although she is a ballet dancer and a cheerleader, she is also trained in karate since young, so while she is no black belt, she is more than proficient in close quarters combat.

Ruby was born on balmy summer’s day, on a day where the sun actually made a bold presence in the constantly snowing sky of a mid december morning. Her parents, Richard and Angela had been trying unsuccessfully for months to get a child, and the birth of the only child in the between the pair would come highly appreciated. She’d truly been their last shot, for her mother had sworn to give up should there be another failure in their attempts. The Chois were an enormously wealthy family who came from a long line of old money that stretched all the way to their ancestors first successes during the Ancient Joseon era in Korea. Her father had one other brother among his four siblings, and his younger brother had already one-up him by having a son months before her mother even got pregnant. Although Richard was disappointed by the fact of having a daughter, he had never let it be known.

The way he treated the young Ruby with such dutiful care and affection, no one would have ever suspected otherwise. Born with a silver spoon in her mouth, she never had to worry about money and had whatever you desired, be it that pony she had for her sixth birthday, or flying to the US for a birthday holiday. Her education was reserved for private schools, where she mixed around with those of the wealthy upper class. Her family’s name was too well-known to mix around with the rest of the populace in the public schools as her family elders felt. Richard soon had plans to expand his business into the United States, and he moved the family over and where they would start a new life over in a new country. Ruby was very unhappy about the situation. She had established a great company of friends, a stable life and everything she needed and was comfortable with. Now, she had to start all over in a foreign country where she had to learn the culture and make new friends. Fortunately, she did not have to deal with learning the language, as she was brought up to learn both Korean and English simultaneously and thus, already fluent in both.

In a bid to occupy her time, Ruby resumed the same hobbies she had back in Korea, Ballet and Karate. She trained hard at them, trying to spend her time there to compensate for the problems she faced at school. Her father was unhappy with the tantrums she had thrown since their move and had emphasised over and over that she was resuming her martial arts training whether she liked it or not. He mentioned that it would be a good way for her to train her discipline since she had been particularly lacking in it. Begrudgingly, she went along with it. It was not like she hated Karate or anything. She actually found it a good way to release all that pent-up anger. The one thing she lacked right now? Friends. Real friends. Companionship. Despite her family’s wealth and her likeable personality, She wasn’t exactly popular with these lot. She had no idea why. She just didn’t quite fit in with the rest. After having another one of those big fights she had been having since they came to the States, Ruby ran away from home, heading into the heavily forested areas behind the family's large estate. Hours past and soon night fell, Ruby didn't want to admit it, but she was totally and utterly lost. She was getting more and more tired of the whole ordeal by the minute and just wanted to go home, but the whole forest looked the same everywhere and she was no closer to getting home than she was two hours ago. The girl was lost.

She eventually stumbled upon a strange red glowing light from the mouth of a cave, and with her curiosity piqued, there was no way Ruby was not going to take a look inside. It was there she came face-to-face with a Type-Red crystal, basking her face and her whole body in a red glow as she felt a weird tingling sensation pass over her. Running away from the cave, she eventually tripped over an overgrown tree root and fell face first onto the ground before she blacked out. When she woke, Ruby was already back at home, in her room on her bed, gazing onto the shocked expression of her maid servant who ran to alert her parents. Her parents soon came to check in on her, and she apologised for the whole ordeal before she told them what she had seen in the woods. Richard was a a donor and also had close ties to the FAMA director in the city and he understood exactly what his daughter had seen. He knew that it was only a matter of time before her abilities would manifest in some shape or form.

That day came soon enough two years later when Ruby almost burned down half the family's mansion when she was having a rather violent nightmare that night. The night guard had seen the fire from his post outside the mansion and alerted the fire department immediately. It was highly fortunate that there was no loss of life, only a very frightened girl and the loss of property and damages from the fire. After this incident, Richard knew that he could wait to further, and he asked his friend for a favour and the both of them made arrangements for Ruby to attend the academy so that she could learn to better control her powers.

Type-Red

Fire Manipulation
Ruby has the pyrokinetic ability to control fire. Together with her unflinching will and strong determination, she can generate fire energy that is fueled by her body's own life force that is reflected through a variety of positive and negative emotions that help augments and reflects her abilities. Although she can create her own fire, she is also able to control or enhance any fire or flames near by. One of the most popular ways she utilises her powers it to fuse it in her martial arts prowess, using swift whirling kicks and punches to create diverse shapes for offensive attacks. Quick flurries of kicks and punches allows her to retain great mobility while she tries to push back her enemy/opponent into uncomfortable territory. Apart from these, she is also able to create the more conventional techniques such as fireballs and other projectiles, breathe fire and also makes her immune to fire and being burnt.

Having a great sense of control, will and discipline is paramount to retaining control over her powers. Unconscious, or use of powers during uncontrolled emotional distress state can lead to disastrous consequences.The skill, size, and speed of projectiles and other manipulations is still solely based on how good is she with her powers and her knowledge of how to control and properly utilise them. Although she can create fire, she is still bound by the nature of the fire triangle. Oxygen, Fuel and Heat are all requirements for there to be fire, no matter the circumstances. When it comes to breathing fire, breathing techniques play a big role in its success. It comes not from physical size or strength, but from proper display of technique. Self-restraint and breath control are key skills of any fire breathers, and they are usually mastered before those with fire manipulation move on to other abilities.

There are actually quite a number of weaknesses that weakens this power significantly. Extreme cold would be the first one. Cold temperatures lowers a person's internal body energy which makes creating fire difficult as without external sources, fire is created through her own energy. However, a person with a stronger will than usual can still dig deep enough to warm themselves up enough. Her style of applying her abilities has been very much offensive related, lacking any real defensive techniques because there isn't many ways fire can be used for defense(or at least what she knows about). Fire is by nature a confrontational element, and thus her defense so far has been only a strong offence. Another important thing to possess the inner drive and fire within one person. Once they lack the drive and motivation to pursue towards a common goal, their fire becomes weak and no longer as capable of reaching their highest potential. Self control and restraint is something that those with fire manipulation has to always maintain as fire is as fickle a tool as it is a punishment. Those who underestimate it will have to deal with the consequences.

Reyna Baker

Rain, Rey/Ray, Big Buff Cheeto Puff

Female

19

Reyna is athletic and it shows in her body. Her arms and legs are well toned, and she’s got the tracing of abs outlined on her torso. Even so, Reyna is a woman who doesn’t reject her femininity and occasionally indulges in self-pampering when it suits her and time allows her to. She isn’t very tall, standing at the modest height of 5’6”, leaving her looking up at most other athletes and gym-junkies and she weighs in at around 135 lbs., 28F – which is rather heavy for her size, but most of it is muscle that she has earned through her interests. She has a sturdy frame and has just a few curves around her waist and back. Underestimating her because of her size that isn’t so wise, since she packs a lot of strength in her figure. She practically exudes confidence and pride in her posture.

Button nose, thin eyebrows, smooth skin, freckles – the latter which are absolutely littered across her body, much to her chagrin, and there’s one in particular on her cheek which she refers to as “Big Bertha.” It’s not as noticeable as the spotlight effect would have her believe, since it’s not any different in coloration, it’s just larger than the rest of the freckles on her face. Her soft facial features are occasionally tarnished by a scowl, which is not her standard go-to disposition like her enthusiastic and full of life demeanor, but rather a reflection of her quick temper. When you do get to see her when she is excited, you witness the emboldening her green eyes and the stretching of her lips to form a toothy grin that shows well taken care of teeth. Her natural bright-red and curly hair is fashioned into a curly faux-hawk and is well groomed. There is little oil that naturally accumulates in her hair, so you’ll often see it lightweight and fluffy. She has scars over her knuckles from the various fights she has gotten herself in, on her fingertips from climbing on rock, bricks, and concrete, but overall, doesn’t have too many aside from a long one next to her left eyebrow.

She has a couple of accessories, which compose mostly of piercings. She has two piercings on her left outer brow, one tongue piercing, and piercings that nobody has any right knowing about. On her right shoulder blade is a simple tattoo of a compass, which she got without her father’s knowledge when she was younger, which is special for her. It has part to do with her love of adventure and part to do with, despite its simplicity. She also has an industrial bar in her right ear, and other accessories include three hemp necklaces which are hopelessly tangled together, and on each one, is a thin stainless-steel heart. On one, it says Merry, on another, it says Mia, and the third depicts a raised fist symbolizing empowerment. She also likes to wear a black plastic wire choker.

Her clothing is what one might call a mish-mash of style from both the girl’s side and the boy’s side of the clothing department. One of her favorite looks is wearing a loose and flowing white sundress that falls just barely below her knees, likely with a small, repeating print on it like Snoopy from Charlie Brown or the Misfits face logo, with a black and faux-leather jacket layered over the top of it. She completes the look with combat boot which climb just above her ankles or a pair of converse, and a wide-brimmed and floppy hat matching the dress she’s wearing. What you don’t get to see is the red tank-top underneath or the knee-length camouflaged cargo shorts underneath the dress, which is usually secured by a black fabric belt. Sometimes she changes up the style to seem more tomboyish or settle for a blouse and a pair of jeans. You'll never know with this girl.

But more on her jacket, it’s her iconic and signature article of clothing. Everyone knows about Reyna and her jacket, you simply don’t mess with it or ask her to take it off. It’s her thing, equated to her as much as Michael Jackson’s single glove or Freddie Mercury’s yellow jacket. It’s covered in patches, such as the raised fist on her necklace for female empowerment, a Misfits patch, a pink triangle, and a number of other patches that will be easier for me to bullshit on the spot in the middle of the RP.

She expresses herself freely and unabashedly. While unrelentingly cheerful, excitable, and playful on the surface, she is like an unmoving brick wall in any sort of conflict. If you disagree with her to any extent, she’ll tell you you’re wrong and will hold her ground. She was born with a quick temper that takes some time and attrition to coax down and is rarely the type to say sorry first, and this temperament was disciplined a fair bit after she took up a martial art, so she has a little more restraint and has gotten better at hiding her emotions, but that doesn't mean there still isn't a fire raging behind those blast doors. She’s also quite prideful of herself and she takes challenges and contests very seriously to the extent that she might be an obnoxious winner or bummed out loser, as either result can have a grand impact on her esteem and she has a tendency to carry all of her failures with her. She does a fantastic job at hiding her insecurities, but when her armor comes completely off, you'd be surprised to find how much baggage she's carrying.

Much of her tough competitive side stems from growing up in the densely populated city of Portland, Maine. With violent crime being disproportionately higher there than anywhere else in Maine, it meant that being tough equaled respect. There was also the fact that her father was never around, allowing her to easily plow over her hard-working father. When appealed to her interests however, she reacts in what many would consider exaggerated excitement. For example, she is an explorer at heart. She loves discovery and – surprisingly enough for a city girl – enjoys nature, especially at sites of caves, cliff faces, rivers, streams, or a remote location untouched by mankind. There also exists a fascination for bugs, fossils, artifacts, ancient relics and architecture, and bones. When these interests are appealed to, she shows a complete change in character: her eyes light up, a toothy grin from ear to ear, and her stern voice is replaced with what turns out to really be a talkative, excitable girl. This child-like giddiness often offsets anyone who is not wholly familiar with her and has only met with her abrasive side, and likewise, her innate aggression to those who have only seen her while she was happy. She also has a curious fondness for poetry—not that she practices, but she appreciates the art.

There are unique distinctions in the form of her interactions with others which are dependent upon the other’s gender. Even as someone who identifies as bisexual, she approaches men with greater caution and is usually dismissive of their advances after being spurned or harassed too many times. Even if acknowledging that a man might be attractive, she is still quick to judge and treats them with caution. She doesn't judge those who are or would engage in a relationship with someone who was an animal-based metahuman, though she wouldn't think she'd do so herself. She doesn’t make very many promises to herself, as she’s aware of her own reckless and impulsive behavior and if often at the mercy of her own sense of curiosity and wanderlust. One such example is the decision to travel out of state to attend Academy 003 – new life of exploration and discovery and to experience things that no one else has before. If Reyna has learned anything, it's that there is only one question she should ask herself before deciding anything: "Will I regret this?"

She has her shortcomings, such as her stubbornness and often narrow-minded approach to about everything. She isn’t academically inclined, and she finds studying in most cases to be a total snooze-fest, which might enable others to judge her as unintelligent despite her sharpness in other areas such as environmentalism. Despite her shortcomings, however, Reyna is an exuberant and faithful companion once you can look past her attitude. She exudes great positive energy when she’s in a good mood, and is very confident and flirty in social interactions, even if just to a playful or platonic extent. Once she considers you family, there’s virtually nothing that she’ll let stand in her way to protect you. While her disposition may allow her to thrive best while acting as a lone wolf, she prefers the sense of community that working in a team provides – just as expected from someone who puts so much value into family.

Okay, so there are a couple of things that she is obviously good at, so let's get one thing out of the way so I don't act like it is a big surprise later: Reyna's a pugilist. She has a thing for boxing and kickboxing, and if there’s an octagon and she’s allowed to punch people, she gets excited. This should not come as such a huge surprise; for an active and competitive girl like her, this comes naturally. Fighting is essentially the epitome of competition and whoever comes out on top is the true victor, standing over the defeated – the experience of such a defeat being inescapable – and proclaiming dominance. Western martial arts are obviously much more aggressive styles than defensive eastern martial arts, which suits Reyna perfectly. Over time, her style has come to more closely resemble MMA.

Now, more alarmingly, her other skills are a lot gentler. With her knowledge from reading survival books ever since she was a kid, and her fascination with nature and exploration, she could get lost in the woods for a month and come back alright; she knows her shit. Reyna is also an artist to some degree. She has talent in it is confident in herself, but she doesn't feel so confident that she'd consider herself a professional or would be ready to make a career out of it, wanting to hone her craft before she starts taking commissions. But her work is good, there's no doubt about it, and she wants to be good enough so that she can give tattoos to people and to be a reliable enough artist to do so. Though, admittedly, she is hesitant about using her own body as a practice canvas. Otherwise, she can draw, paint, and sketch, both traditionally and on a digital format.

While not terribly gifted in the music and whimsy department, she does have a terrific singing voice from the years of practicing in the shower or singing her sister to sleep – if only she could seriously partake in that activity in public and not shut down if put in the spotlight. This is the only area where she isn't confident and suffers from stage-fright, and she'll fake or pretend terrible singing otherwise as though it were a joke to avoid judgement of her actual ability. If it is only her, her sister, and her cousin, then she would feel comfortable enough to sing her heart out.

In order to purchase her used motorcycle, which is evidence on its own of her impulsive decision making and lack of foresight, she got a job back in Maine at a fireworks store. Long story short, she knows how to make a couple of different kinds of fireworks and knows some trivia about fireworks. She loved it, and between that and living in downtown Portland, she can easily tell if an explosion came from a firework or a firearm when she hears it. Reyna also had the bad habit of forgetting her keys, so she was forced into the position of learning how to pick her own front door's lock way late at night.

Reyna was born to an unmarried family in Maine, a product of an accident to be honest, but they agree to birth her in the end. It was a typical babyhood at first, but with the dynamics in the family being rather conflicted, the relationship couldn’t work, and her mother left the house when she was young. Despite the disagreement between her parents, they never tried to separate her from either of them or alienate her. They mutually encouraged respect for both parents. Though being a single parent was a little rough on her father, they managed to truck right through the hardships, even though the father was never certain on how to raise a girl the traditional way. So, he rose her as he would any child, or what would be typically considered befitting of a boy. Being raised this way, she was never told to shy away from what was considered to be boys' toys or clothes or whatnot, and through all that, still maintained her “femininity” as typical people would call it.

During that time, her mother found another man, married, and had another child two years after her own birth. Her new half-sister was named Merry, and her surname, Bennet, took after her father's. Naturally, having already visited her mother every weekend, Reyna got to meet Merry at a very young age and got to spend much of her time growing up with her. Her young life went this pattern for a very long time. Every night she got to spend with her sister, she'd spend it singing lullabies until Merry fell asleep. It was a typical pattern. The next biggest change in her life was the year Reyna turned 13 years old. Her father took her and, with permission, Merry on a trip to a local state park. Naturally, with Reyna’s prankster disposition, snuck off with Merry and began exploring the woods on her own. Reyna was a good older sister in that she didn’t pressure her into anything that was too dangerous, and she didn’t run ahead on her own – she would’ve been a decent chaperone if she, personally, wasn’t so reckless. She made a bet with her sister that she could climb on top of this thirty foot tall boulder, and to her credit, she could – and she did, and when arrived at the top, found that there was much less space for her to stand than she thought, and the slickness of the moss on top of it caused her to slip and fall into a crevice that cracked the top of the boulder.

Merry’s screaming and crying and pleas for help eventually got the attention of Reyna’s father who was looking for them, who in turn called for the park ranger to help them. After a few hours, they arrived and were able to safely climb the boulder and lower themselves down into the crevice. There, they found Reyna with a gash on her forehead and wedged between two large and different colored crystals. It was that moment that sort of spurred her aspirations to become a ranger like them. More importantly however, between the extent of time she was exposed to the crystals and the highly stressful situation she was in, her powers developed a year later. It was noticed when she was able to perform physical activities for a long period of time without wearing out, perform greater feats of strength and speed, but easily dehydrate. She decided to take up boxing to help cope with the energy she had and to better control herself and her power – though another large part of it was that Reyna thought it would be fun, which explains why she didn't choose any eastern martial arts which were less aggressive and would have made more sense. Eventually though, as she and her powers matured, it became obvious to the other practitioners in the gym. She was much stronger and nearly three times as fast as the others, and the disparity in their abilities were enough to warrant asking her to leave.

That same year, Reyna's father introduced her to her extended cousin – their closest related family member being their great grand-mother – an older African-American girl named Mia, after convincing them to come into town. Her father knowing that Mia came from a town that was highly populated with meta-humans thought it would be good for his daughter to make friends with her. A crucial difference was that Mia came from Mendel, Louisiana, which meant a much dirtier and even more crime-ridden city than Portland due to gang violence, which had an influence on Mia and her disposition despite her kind demeanor. The relationship was a little tense at first due to their conflicting personalities, but they managed to befriend each other in due time. Mia made it a point to visit Maine often, for about a week or two every two or so months, even as cold as it was compared to the southern heat. She fortunately had the money to do so since both of her parents owned their respective tourist traps. They eventually grew to be inseparable. When all three could get together, they sang and played music together, fought together (or with each other), ate, slept, adventure, the whole works.

So when Reyna would be inflicted upon a certain trauma and indignity by someone who she suspected was a close friend, and in her moment of great stress, flames licked out from her body and burned the boy who assailed her. Cops were called and cops arrived. So, too, then did an ambulance. Then they brought her in for questions. They payed little heed to her own side of the story, dismissing it as a cover story for regretting typical teenage shenanigans or covering for her assault of a young man. She was a meta-human, how could a non-meta ever exercise any power over her? Reyna realized then that this would likely be politicized, either locally or on a much grander scale. They didn't care about the truth. They just cared about framing the event as meta on non-meta violence. When her father arrived at the station with Mia in tow, she curled into herself into their arms and sobbed helplessly. She couldn't bring herself to talk to her father, but she felt that Mia was someone who she could turn to for consolation. Fear, guilt, and uncertainty -- Mia washed them away and promised that she would see to it that nothing like that would ever happen again. Reyna never knew what happened with the boy afterward, but she never saw him again. Asking Mia turned up no answers other than, "Don't worry about him."

As Reyna got older, the process of going through high-school tends to socialize you to the larger world. The administration tries to get you connected to outside forces before you’re graduated so that you have an idea of which direction you want to go. She was able to receive state assistance due to her lower-income family and she received credits for her participating in art and music clubs and school sports like track or soccer, which was before they caught onto her meta-human status and decided that it gave her an unfair advantage over the other runners and players respectively. In this regard, her high-school experience wasn’t the happiest since she often felt like the grown-ups were deliberately trying to stunt her potential, and her middling grades in the academic side of the school (aside from Earth science and history) weren’t so impressive. Still, she seemed to have made enough of an impression upon graduation that, after she walked the stage and accepted her diploma, she would later be directed to talk to some FAMA ambassadors sitting at a table in one corner of the lobby. They suggested to apply to Academy 003, and once the application was received, they’ll perform an investigation and possibly send her an invitation letter. The invitation was permanent if she kept her record clean from that point on – no felonies or misdemeanors or anything, because then they’d have to launch another investigation and she’d have to wait even longer – but it meant that she could keep the letter as long as she wanted until she decided she wanted to go.

Even for someone as impulsive as Reyna, it was a difficult decision for her. She spent a lot of time trying to better educate herself on metahuman politics as she matured and the gravity of her abilities and their significance weighed on her, even as mind-numbingly boring politics was to her, so she knew what FAMA was all about and what the offer to join Academy 003 entailed. It was essentially a juvie of sorts, not in how only bad kids went there, but it was a sort of rehabilitation or conditioning center of sorts. It taught people how to be “functioning members of society.” Some people saw it alluring for the esteem it would grant in some circles – it was certainly a certifiable school of great repute, but other circles would see it as brainwashing, and attendance carried a stigma. Likewise, her father just wanted Reyna to be safe. Happy, but also safe. They agreed to let her apply, but to their surprise, the letter actually came – and they let it sit for a year, to let Reyna decide if she was ready to take such a huge step. It meant leaving home for a long time, but Reyna was an explorer at heart, so that wasn’t the issue. The issue was the uncertainty of her future. For once, the question she always asked herself, “will I regret this?” had no answer. Not one that she could provide, at least. She was wrought with enough anxiety about the question and about her future that her power singed the bed covers on more than one occasion.

Her father answered for her, “you’ll only regret never even trying.” He decided that it was best for her to learn how to control her power for good, and he was getting tired of buying new sheets and blankets for her. What’s more, having Academy 003 on her transcript might look pretty good on applications to future colleges. Besides, it was probably best to have an environmentalist or a park ranger who didn’t accidentally burn forests down on a routine basis. With that, her family saw off a nineteen-year-old Reyna at the train station where she’d head to South Carolina. From there, a taxi, and eventually to the front gates of the Academy 003 itself.

Type Chromatic

Rocket-Man Girl
Reyna has a peculiar combination of red and yellow Delta-Point energy that makes her: one, super strong; two, super-duper fast; and three, a little bit of fire for good measure.

To pick back up what I’m breaking down, her speed is by far the crux of her power. She might be strong and wreathed in flame, but as far as comparing her powers to other, similar meta-humans, her speed is the most impressive. Her body’s endocrine system is at the ready, prepared to produce adrenaline at a moment’s notice, and filling to the brim with that sweet, sweet nectar. In fact, it’s slightly over-filled. A trickle of adrenaline slowly bleeds into her system and makes her ready to go. Though the type-yellow energy spread through her system, making everything tougher, stronger, and more reactive, it seemed to react better to areas of higher muscle density. This meant that her legs got most of the attention. She can spring from one place to another with powerful bounding leaps, or sprint with enough blistering speed to put Usain Bolt to shame and pounce atop of anybody unfortunate enough to proclaim themselves as her enemy before they even realize it. In this regard, it would be inaccurate to compare her to any record-holding human sprinter, but rather to a cheetah.

The energy affected her other abilities as well, not just her speed. Her arms and, hell, even the rest of her body get in on some of the fun as well. While her strength is not as comparable to her speed, she hides a lot of unassuming strength in her figure. Any person, regardless of fitness, can knock out or stagger someone with a good punch, but very few people can send you sliding back several feet after knocking you onto your ass. Her strength is such that it still exists within the realm of human achievement, but very few people short of a durability power are going to withstand a good slug coming from her direction. Combine that with the inertia she gets from her speed, and you’re down before you even realize what hit you. Because her system was souped-up from the Type-Yellow Delta-Point energy, she’s durable enough to withstand her own forces without seriously shattering herself.

The third component of her power comes from the traces of Type-Red energy. Compared to actual pyrokinetics, this aspect of her power is comparatively weak. It allows her to ignite the air around her and doing this is made relatively easier considering her super-system’s temperature it already hotter than average, and the friction that her high-speed movements has against the air gives it just enough of a push to make the actual effort of creating fire to be practically effortless. This means that, when she runs, if she so chose (and why wouldn’t she?) a streak of fire would probably be left where she was just a moment ago, and if she were to swing a punch, slow-motion capture would show a streak of flame from her fist and down to her elbow trailing behind her. For all intents and purposes, she is a literal trailblazer, and that adds just one more reason why you don’t want to be on her bad side. When all is said and done, you can see her standing post-carnage with plumes of steam rising from her body – from when the fire instantly evaporated her sweat.

Like a cheetah, the problem for Reyna is stamina. She can go fast, and for a short while, she can keep up the pace until she tires – and that kind of speed will tire quickly. An overall stronger system with that juicy adrenaline allows her to recuperate quickly and allow her another brief burst of speed, but that time she can keep that would be even shorter. It is best used for short spurts and not for an endurance race. While her perception is just reactive enough to get a pretty good idea of what she’s doing, it’s not so great that she’ll be able to notice sudden and immediate changes in her environment while she’s moving quickly. She has no control over fire beyond what she can produce. She might also be strong enough to just barely lift a small car enough for someone to slide a jack underneath it, but not strong enough to flip it on its side and send it rolling.

Her power, for the most part, keeps Reyna from hurting herself too badly. Everything is kind of just “scaled up” so to speak, and while the force of a punch wouldn’t shatter her hand, it would hurt her as much as any fistfight would. A weird punch against a bony part of someone’s body might break her knuckle, even if that meant shattering the other person, but still. Perhaps more obviously is the fact of her endocrine system in overdrive. She’s much more prone to being dehydrated because of her power, so she must drink about as much water as a factory worker to keep herself going. This is one more reason why prolonged fights don’t work out so well in her favor. It’s also worth noting that inertial forces are incredibly strong and aren’t so easy to resist once you’ve built up enough kinetic energy. Once she’s in movement, it’s a little hard to stop herself.