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Name: James Kingston
Aliases: Cadeceus, Neo
Age: 24
Birthday: June 13th, 1996
Birth Place: Astoria, Oregon
Gender: Male
Powers: Accelerated Healing Factor (temporarily transmissible)
Training: N/A
Languages: English

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Height: 5'10"
Weight: 165 lbs
Build: Muscular
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Black
Skin Tone: Light Brown
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: None
Personal Style: James wears easy and simple clothes. Hoodies, tank tops, tee shirts, jeans, and sensible sneakers. He doesn't have any particular interest in fashion, preferring simplicity and function over style. The only accessories he wears are his mother's locket when he isn't working and a cheap wristwatch.

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Adaptable * Disorganized * Cooperative * Gullible * Optimistic * Reckless

Sexuality: Pansexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality:
Caleb was always rather laid back and easy going ever since he was a kid. He learned how to roll with the punches and make the best out of what life gave him. He likes to focus on the better side of people, taking a moment to walk in their shoes before judging them.

Unfortunately, Caleb's nature makes it rather easy to deceive him. He is inclined to trust others without considering their intentions and it's gotten him into more than one frying pan. His recklessness, drive by his accelerated healing factor, often takes him out of the pan and into the fire.

Habits: Humming while working, tapping his fingers absently.
Hobbies: Kick boxing, working on cars and Motorcycles, watching hockey at his regular bar.
Fears:

• Being buried alive.
• The possibility he is hallucinating everything.
• Losing his mother's locket.

Likes:

• Rock and Roll
• Dogs
• Coffee
• Building things
• Hockey
• Star gazing

Dislikes:

• Elf on the Shelf
• Insects
• Reading
• Hot weather
• Sour candy
• Dramas of any kind

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General World Skills:

• Engine mechanics
• Electrical wiring
• Repurposing supplies
• Scavanging
• Developing strong interpersonal relationships

Combat Skills:

• Kickboxing

Possessions:

• Mother's locket with a picture of his parents on their honeymoon.
• Backpack
• Small toolkit
• Wallet with I.D., a few bills, and his mechanic's certification card.
• Duct Tape.
• Pocket knife.
• Simples clothes like a hoodie, tank top, and jeans.

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How did you discover your powers: James's mutation manifested quietly when he hit puberty. Suddenly, scapes and cuts closed as soon as they appeared and bruises faded almost immediately. He wrote it off, not really noticing them, until he took a nasty spill from a tree and broke his ankle but was on his feet on minutes. He rationalized it as just having blown it out of proportion but it happened again when he tripped and broke his arm in high school. The arm, after a rough set, fixed itself in minutes. After the news about mutants and the danger they pose, James kept his ability to himself.

General History:

James Kingston grew up in a family of tradesmen: electricians, plumbers, mechanics, welders. You name it, at some point a Kingston has done it. They scoffed at the idea of intellectualists and their lofty colleges. After all, why spend thousands of dollars on fancy classes when you can just learn to do it from a tradesman? The Kongstons could fix their homes, rewire their electronics, upkeep their cars, and fix their own plumbing. How many college students could say that at graduation.

James was different. Just after his birth, his mother passed away due to an aggressive infection resistant to most antibacterial options available to a new mother. Her life insurance covered her funeral and the rest automatically deposited into a college fund for her child. James, left with only her locket with a pick of his parents together, insisted on going despite some of the teasing he got from the rest of them. He practically grew up in his father's auto repair shop, jumping right into the Kingston trade as early as ten. He maintained a close relationship with his father through the years and man always encouraged James tendency to tinkering, even if it didn't always go as planned.

When he graduated high school, his father sent him to DC to help his uncle with his job as an electrician. Reluctant to leave his friends and family before his first semester of college, James agreed when his father pointed out the experience would be helpful both with his degree and his job afterwards. He kept busy over the summer, his Uncle contracted to wire the rapidly expanding suburban neighborhoods popping up around the capital at the time. He kept in closet contact with his friends but his father's schedule and his kept missing so they resolved to catch up again before he left to California for school.

It was his friends who sent him an article headlined “Kingston Fix It Fire - No Survivors.” Seven dead, fine customers, a mechanic, and the owner, Dallas Kingston. James struggled with the death, overwhelmed with funeral arrangements and will executions and life insurance payouts. James delayed his college plans a year as he grieved.

Afterwards, he threw himself into his schooling. He pushed himself and dual majored in both mechanical and electrical engineering, graduating on time and moving back in with his Uncle for a formal apprenticeship with his company before he returned home and opened his own shop in his his father's honor. But shortly after arriving, James's uncle revealed his Purifier sympathies. James just has to keep his head down until the apprenticeship is over.

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Character Quote: "If you believe it will work out, you will see opportunities. If you believe it won't, you will see obstacles."
Theme Song: Don't you worry child.
Anything Else: James's healing factor can be temporarily transmitted through maintained contact and concentration. The process leaves James incredibly weak and while he is transmitting it, he can not benefit from his ability.

Dreamer

Of Blood and Magic
_{*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy. I acknowledge that I can and will be removed from the RP without warning if I break a rule or cause problems with my fellow Rpers or the GM.}

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Name: James Kingston
Aliases: Cadeceus, Neo
Age: 24
Birthday: June 13th, 1996
Birth Place: Astoria, Oregon
Gender: Male
Powers: Accelerated Healing Factor (temporarily transmissible)
Training: N/A
Languages: English

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Height: 5'10"
Weight: 165 lbs
Build: Muscular
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Black
Skin Tone: Light Brown
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: None
Personal Style: James wears easy and simple clothes. Hoodies, tank tops, tee shirts, jeans, and sensible sneakers. He doesn't have any particular interest in fashion, preferring simplicity and function over style. The only accessories he wears are his mother's locket when he isn't working and a cheap wristwatch.

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Adaptable * Disorganized * Cooperative * Gullible * Optimistic * Reckless

Sexuality: Pansexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality:
Since birth, James always was laid back and easy going. He clicked well with most people and prefers to make friends rather than enemies. Coming from a single parent home, James learned from his father to face every day with a smile and he keeps that life lesson close and dear to him. He rolls with the punches life throws at him as best he can, with a smile and joke. He is always willing to see the other side, to take a moment to walk in someone else's shoes before he judges them.

Unfortunately, his willingness to see the good in others often blinds him to their intentions. James often fails to consider the motivations behind people. As a result, he is easily made the butt of jokes and pranks. James takes it mostly in stride as good fun but sometimes it becomes too much and his irritation drives him to do recklessly impulsive things like dirt biking in the middle of the night or accidently setting a dry field on fire with matches he was trying to burn himself with. In truth, James feels like deserves these things. He has this anamoly that everyone around him says is awful in other people, that it makes them do horrible things. And even though his ability has the capacity to help, it must still be dangerous right? So maybe he deserves to be hurt.

Habits: Humming while working, tapping his fingers absently, cracks death jokes when stressed or upset.
Hobbies: Kick boxing, working on cars and Motorcycles, watching hockey at his regular bar.
Fears:

• Being buried alive.
• The possibility he is hallucinating everything.
• Losing his mother's locket.

Likes:

• Rock and Roll
• Dogs
• Coffee
• Building things
• Hockey
• Star gazing

Dislikes:

• Elf on the Shelf
• Insects
• Reading
• Hot weather
• Sour candy
• Dramas of any kind

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General World Skills:

• Engine mechanics
• Electrical wiring
• Repurposing supplies
• Scavanging
• Developing strong interpersonal relationships

Combat Skills:

• Kickboxing

Possessions:

• Mother's locket with a picture of his parents on their honeymoon.
• Backpack
• Small toolkit
• Wallet with I.D., a few bills, and his mechanic's certification card.
• Duct Tape.
• Pocket knife.
• Simples clothes like a hoodie, tank top, and jeans.

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How did you discover your powers: James's mutation manifested quietly when he hit puberty. Suddenly, scapes and cuts closed as soon as they appeared and bruises faded almost immediately. He wrote it off, not really noticing them, until he took a nasty spill from a tree and broke his ankle but was on his feet on minutes. He rationalized it as just having blown it out of proportion but it happened again when he tripped and broke his arm in high school. The arm, after a rough set, fixed itself in minutes. After the news about mutants and the danger they pose, James kept his ability to himself.

General History:

James Kingston grew up in a family of tradesmen: electricians, plumbers, mechanics, welders. You name it, at some point a Kingston has done it. They scoffed at the idea of intellectualists and their lofty colleges. After all, why spend thousands of dollars on fancy classes when you can just learn to do it from a tradesman? The Kongstons could fix their homes, rewire their electronics, upkeep their cars, and fix their own plumbing. How many college students could say that at graduation.

James was different. Just after his birth, his mother passed away due to an aggressive infection resistant to most antibacterial options available to a new mother. Her life insurance covered her funeral and the rest automatically deposited into a college fund for her child. James, left with only her locket with a pick of his parents together, insisted on going despite some of the teasing he got from the rest of them. He practically grew up in his father's auto repair shop, jumping right into the Kingston trade as early as ten. He maintained a close relationship with his father through the years and man always encouraged James tendency to tinkering, even if it didn't always go as planned.

When he graduated high school, his father sent him to Washington D.C. to help his unlce with his recently opened business as a temporary electrican. Reluctant to leave his friends and family before his first semester of college, James agreed when his father pointed out the experience would be helpful both with his degree and his job afterwards. He kept busy over the summer, his Uncle contracted to wire the rapidly expanding suburban neighborhoods popping up around the capital at the time. He kept in closet contact with his friends but his father's schedule and his kept missing so they resolved to catch up again before he left to California for school.

It was his friends who sent him an article headlined “Kingston Fix It Fire - No Survivors.” Seven dead, fine customers, a mechanic, and the owner, Dallas Kingston. James struggled with the death, overwhelmed with funeral arrangements and will executions and life insurance payouts. James delayed his college plans a year as he grieved.

Afterwards, he threw himself into his schooling. He pushed himself and dual majored in both mechanical and electrical engineering, graduating on time and moving back in with his Uncle for a formal apprenticeship with his company before he returned home and opened his own shop in his his father's honor. But shortly after arriving, James's uncle revealed his Purifier sympathies. James just has to keep his head down until the apprenticeship is over.

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Character Quote: "If you believe it will work out, you will see opportunities. If you believe it won't, you will see obstacles."
Theme Song: Don't you worry child.
Anything Else: James's healing factor can be temporarily transmitted through maintained contact and concentration. The process leaves James incredibly weak and while he is transmitting it, he can not benefit from his ability.

Dreamer

Of Blood and Magic
_{*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy. I acknowledge that I can and will be removed from the RP without warning if I break a rule or cause problems with my fellow Rpers or the GM.}

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Name: Katherine Athena Valarios
Aliases: Ink
Age: 21
Birthday: August 13, 1999
Birth Place: Los Angeles, California
Gender: Female
Powers: Telekinesis, hard light manipulation to create her guardians
Training: Mutant Underground, 2 years.
Languages: English, Spanish

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Height:5'1
Weight:96 lbs
Build: Thin
Eyes:Bright Green
Hair:Black with blue undertones
Skin Tone: Pale
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings:Both ears pierced, tattoos of a winged woman on her right arm, and a pair of tattered wings on her back.
Personal Style: Katherine has been moving long enough she's tried to keep her wardrobe choices dark, and non descript. Clothing that is friendly to running, as well as layerable has been her personal preference. Occasionally has found cute rivet-head clothing and stashed them at the resistance as her hope of maybe having a normal day.
Her favorite article of clothing is a denim vest that she's stuck a bunch of pins into and painted a pair of white wings on the back.

Hair, is normally dark brown. However, she's done what is possible to keep it dyed with a mixture of black and blue from a local shop that has often extended the "kat" discount to her.

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Hopeful * Timid * Creative * Anxious * Ambitious * Untrusting

Sexuality: Bisexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Kat has been on the run for awhile, and at times has let this affect her judgement of others. She often will find the most isolated area of the underground to sleep, often reappearing in the main areas of the build after cold or wet. She loves art, and is constantly trying to paint images around the hideout to at least improve the mood for others. At times, when there are children Kat has summoned a few playful creatures to keep their spirits up.

She genuinely trusts the Mutant Underground, and has accepted she needs to use her powers to protect her friends. She legitimately believes one day mutants will not need to hide in plain sight. Till then, she will do her best to maybe make the next day a little bit better.

When others approach her, she's often unsure at what to say or how to act. As she'd mostly prefer to paint, yet the ones who've managed to get a conversation out of her has realized she's got a pretty sharp sense of humor, and a love for those who've risked everything for this place.

Habits:Will run her fingers along her sketchbook when nervous, mostly for reassurance. Refuses to go far without her bag.
Hobbies: Drawing, reading, meditation \
Fears:

• Losing the use of her hands
• Claustrophobic
• fear of direct confrontation without her sketchbook.

Likes:

• Art
• Music
• Untouched brick walls
• Coffee...
• Cats
• Comics

Dislikes:

• Silence
• Decaf
• Purifiers
• Anti-Mutant protests
• Modern Art
• Bullies

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General World Skills:

• Painting
• Drawing
• Perceptive
• Free-running
• Gardener

Combat Skills:

• Free Running
• Judo (Will prefer distance to fight.)

Possessions:

• Sketchbook w/ Leather cover
• music player w/ headphones and charger
• 3 Inking pens, and a handful of pencils
• Leather Messenger bag
• Protein Bars, espresso flavored
• Sunglasses

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How did you discover your powers: Katherine discovered her powers while she was in high school due to a bully who attempted to destroy her sketchbook. As the girl took her sketchbook away, Kat felt something flowing through her. As the bully neared the pool to throw her the book in, Katherine managed to tackle her. As she checked the book nervously for damage, she didn't realize her aggressor was back on her feet. The next thing Katherine knew, she was falling into the pool. Kat watched helplessly as the book spilled open, her treasured heroines, animals, guardians all flashing before her eyes she wished she could be something greater. Like her knights, brave, fearless, and able to defend against the darkness. She felt the electricity almost evolve into music, it grew louder as she felt a surge of energy erupt through her.

Katherine was dazed for a moment as she tried to piece together what had just transpired. She remembered a pool for sure, but why is she not wet, did she pass out? Did someone have to rescue her? The dawning realization she was being held in someone's arms was becoming quite apparent. Looking to who saved her, a shimmering knight with green hair stared back at her. Screaming in panic, Kat flailed from the guardian's grip and into the water. As she scrambled out of the pool gasping for breath, she looked behind her to see if the strange person had followed her, instead she was gone. Kat would have believed the being was just in her head if the students weren't all crowding around the pool screaming about what they saw.

As the students told the teachers, and teachers considered the story. It was possible an errant mutant had ended up misfiring a teleportation or phase shift and it was all explained. Yet Kat, who'd gone over the waterlogged blurry page almost a hundred times and could not figure out how her knight came out of the paper. Yet as many times as she tried to wish the paper would erupt with life. There was nothing she could do..

General History: A few years passed, the story of the girl and the strange knight in the pool never really died down.

Trying to move past the situation, Kat found other interests outside of school. She became enthralled with street art. She was painting her favorite theme as of lately. Winged muses, holding the gaze of those who passed by. Something Kat was never really good at doing, so she let the art speak for her. Take every stupid challenging look everyone gave her, the knight girl, the fake-mutey, freak, and throw it right back at them. The story of the pool hung around her neck like a chain. With the anti-mutant sentiments growing around her, she worried that someone may eventually talk about her. Of course she remedied that by sneaking out at the dead of night, and spraypainting another muse. Which was where she was right now...

The frustration at not being able to call that electricity again hurt, that if she really was a mutant she'd have a better grasp on this. She wouldn't feel afraid, helpless, the only way she'd feel better is by painting stupid pictures and listening to her girl punk rock groups. She screamed every profanity at the muse, that this wasn't fair, that she isn't supposed to be different, she had to blend in, as she continued her tirade, and the same music began in her very core. She felt the electricity arc down her arms, dance across her palms before she felt fire in her fingertips..

Screaming at the muse, she begged for help. She just needed someone to tell her is she a freak, is she losing her mind, is she secretly an inhuman? A surge of light erupted around Kat, lighting up the alley and most likely a good portion of the city block. Before Katherine stood her winged muse graffiti, the tendrils of ink gently lapping against the wall, the soft shimmer of her dress, even the raspy breath of the winged deity that stood before her, and the realization sank in...mutant.

Katherine left the alley in a daze, not only the realization of her powers, but the weight that just fell on her shoulders. She knew the anti-mutant groups were big in her city, and if she had a freak out with her powers, what would they do to her? What would they do to her family? Kat took out her sketchbook and flipped to her self portrait. She sighed as she willed the image to life. The girl silently looked at her doppelganger as it proceeded home, while Katherine went another way...

Eventually Katherine discovered the mutant underground and in exchange for her help, they will try to help Kat get a better reign on her powers.

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Character Quote: There's an empire in my mind....
Theme Song: Within Temptation- Raise your Banner
Anything Else: Her hard light constructs are a mixture of personalities from her stories and Katherine's own inner heroine lashing out
_{*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy. I acknowledge that I can and will be removed from the RP without warning if I break a rule or cause problems with my fellow Rpers or the GM.}