Name | Sierra Simone Romano
Alias | Incinera
Age | 21
Gender | Female
Appearance | 5' 4" - 120lbs - slim/athletic build
Notoriety | Watched
Danger Level/Variant Type | Class 4 Volatile
Abilities |


[Gear]
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Armament/Equipment |

[Temperament & Lifestyle]
Affiliation | Pariah Underground
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Background |

Name | Rhamses (Formerly Rashawn Hudson)
Alias | “Rha”; “The Watcher”; DJ Pharaoh
Age | 18
Gender | Male
Appearance Details |

• True Appearance is pictured above.
• Synthetic Color-Changing Skin; _{/Most often brown skinned as was Baba’s when casual.}
• Varying Cybernetic Bodily Attachments/Circuitry, some visible.
• Right Eye; Brown _{/white in true appearance}
• Left Eye; Seeker Eye/Mask
• Muscular Frame
• 5’11 Height
• Black Braided Hair

Attire |


Notoriety | Unknown
Danger Level_{/Variant Type} | Class 4_{/Volatile Distortionist}

Abilities | Super-Conductive Electromagnetism - Rhamses's body itself can generate raw electromagnetic energy, which he has learned to manipulate, control and enhance. Rha can sense sources of electromagnetic energy or objects that can be affected by it such as underground water pipes. He can magnetize and demagnetize metals.

Electromagnetic Fields - Rha generates an Electromagnetic field just like the earth and the sun generate their own Electromagnetic fields. Rha can also create barriers and shields that he can use to defend himself and others.

Minor Technopathy - Rha can capable of fixing or operating electronic devices through his electromagnetic manipulation. He can operate most devices just by touching, even if they are not plugged.

Electromagnetic Levitation - Rha can cause objects to ‘fly’ by using their electrons to repel the ones in the air.

Wavelength Tuning - Rha can hear radio waves meaning he can listen in on the police broadband and music stations, as well as tapping into the phone lines so he can make calls.

Electrokinesis - Rha can generate electricity from his body and administer it in a range of different attacks and uses. He can charge devices, drain devices and project his electricity in a variety of controlled ways.

Electrical Displays - Electromagnetic Light Displays that Rha can craft around him in the forms of pictures and words. He can also use it to bend the spectrum of visible light around him to appear invisible for a short period of time.

Electromagnetic Force Bolts - He can fire bursts of electromagnetic energy from his body for uses similar to an EMP.

Ball Lightning - Named after Ball Lightning, the weather phenomenon. Electromagnetic Energy compressed into a large ball and thrown at targets; an offensive maneuver in a combat situation.

Static Cling - Rha can adhere most objects or people to surfaces and other objects, plus he can magnetize/demagnetize surfaces.

Enhanced Physiology - Due to his bionically enhanced body, Rhamses possesses above average physical strength, durability, endurance, and self-repairing capabilities. His brain became partially computerized, allowing him to process, learn, and react to information really quickly. It ironically gives him a powerful memory, though, it cannot currently unlock his organic memories before his reawakening. He doesn’t have to eat as much as his frame may suggest, nor does he need sleep if he can absorb electrical energy. Cybernetics and metal gear protect his most vital humanoid organs.

Armament/Equipment | He doesn’t often carry much, but a piece of equipment, is his Seeker Eye. This is a piece of technology that he works on constantly. It possesses a camera, several filters of vision such as infrared, ultraviolet, microscopic, and can differentiate between Variant and non-Variant individuals.


Affiliation | Pariah Underground

Personality/Habits | The best way to describe Rha’s personality, is that of a man with amnesia. Rhamses at this current point in his life is trying to rediscover the person he was before, ‘Rashawn’. His determined nature is likely one of his most defining character traits. He can also be very contemplative and highly self conscious. Rha's thoughts and actions are often conflicting between his more logical mind and his human one. He’s honest, at times bluntly, with himself and others. He also has trust issues with humans, especially with Karen conflicting with honesty and those who mistreat variants. He also has a special spot for music, which is likely his strongest connection to his former self.

A lot of his emotions are just as much a mystery to him, as he’s also struggling with the concept of humanity and trying to find his own. Despite his cyberized state, he is capable of irrational thought and emotions, such as anger, sadness, and joy. However, he isn’t quite sure how to express these emotions at times, which means his stoic demeanor could mean a variety of different things. Only certain people have the ability to make him innately show this side of him. Despite this though, he has the learned behavior of compassion for others, particularly variants or those of Pariahan affiliation, but extending to some humans as well. This is what, in turn, spurs him into vigilantist action when he feels necessary while on the surface.

Occupation/Trade | Electrician/DJ_/Vigilante

Skills/Talents |

• Electrical/Electronic Engineering
• Mechanical Engineering
• Analyzation/Observation
• Adaptation
• Navigating Technological Systems
• Intermediate CQCombatant
• Rapidly Expanding Intellect
• Awareness
• Musician/Musical Production

Family | Cochise “Baba” Hudson - Father
Karen - ?

Background | A lot of Rhamses' past is shrouded in mystery, even to himself, as his farthest memory back was waking up in Baba’s arms one year ago. Everything before that faded or outright blank. Images, faces, and places appeared in his mind that he couldn’t put together.

All he knew was Baba, Karen, and his current state of existence. He was told that he grew up with two parents. Rha at least remembered that Baba was his father and he assumed that she was his mother, though, he didn’t really remember her at all. He asked why but that was when she told him where he came from. The story shattered whatever childhood he believed he had.

He was...created? Experimented on by the ‘Reapers’? Supposed to be the messiah for variants against humans? To escape the trap? Baba saved him; and Karen. But not his mother? Baba always spoke about his mom, yet, that woman wasn’t Karen. Rha never saw the woman he talked about.

Whenever he asked about it, Baba cried, so Rha stopped asking him about it. Karen tried to take the truth back when Rha hounded her with questions instead. Pushing him to live his life. To do his utmost to gain a better life as a variant. To keep away from the darkness his father saved them from. That some things were better left untold.

Some time ago, men with black suits took Baba away when they were on the surface. She told him that they were going to help him, and that he was going to be home soon. Rha didn’t believe her, and still searches for him. More recently, he saw a face that he somehow remembered. A face his memory held in fondness. A face that was possibly a key to solving all of this.

One thing was for sure, that The Watcher would find the truth.

Whatever the cost.

Name | Calvin Langley
Alias | Minitaur
Age | 20
Gender | Male

Appearance | Calvin now stands around 6'9" and weighs close to 400lbs. Despite his power, he is not as muscular as the mythical beast and probably falls a bit short of an athletic build even in his current state.

Notoriety | Wanted.

Danger Level/Variant Type | Agile Metamorphic Brute, Class 3.

Abilities | https://powerlisting.fandom.com/wiki/Minotaur_Physiology

[Gear]
Attire | A patched together cloth kilt for modesty.
Armament/Equipment | A club made of rebar with a chunk of concrete at the head.

[Temperament & Lifestyle]
Affiliation | Pariah Underground.

Personality/Habits | Calvin has always been an awkward/anxious person tripping over his own words but usually friendly despite it. Very much a bookie and gamer to fill in the void where needed but he did have a couple of good friends who helped him open up. He tends towards being kind and affable with people he likes though when he ends up around strangers he can get awful quiet not know what to say. Since his powers transformed him it put a lot of strain on an already kind of fragile ego and caused a breakdown leaving him more anti-social as well as aggressive towards anyone who came near him. He has since calmed down quite a bit settling into a routine patrolling the underground or wherever/whatever he is told to do because he likes his new friends and they treat him well despite himself. Even better he has recently shown up at several Variant rights rallies trying to help spread the word regardless of how long he can stay before being runoff.

Occupation/Trade | Security and 'thug' for the Pariah Underground and affiliates.

Skills/Talents | Calvin makes an excellent guide being a city native alongside his ability to never get lost. He has also unintentionally become very good at intimidating people especially when he gets upset or angry. Great at boardgames or RPGs whenever the others want to play during downtime.

Family | Stepfather, Laurence Langley, and Stepmother, Mia Langley.

Background | Calvin grew up in an orphanage in The Shanty not knowing who his birth parents were. He isn't very fond of his time there to this day because of how poorly funded it was and how little anyone seemed to care. Most of the other kids were always guarded or rowdy but he did get friendly with a couple of them who stuck together for some years before the big day eventually came. Laurence and Mia Langley were an older couple who came by the orphanage wanting to make a kid's day an get them somewhere nicer. They met with the owner trying to figure out who might be best which they ended up disregarding when they found Calvin who was not very well-liked by the staff just because of how quiet and reserved he was. The Langley's had a feeling if anyone needed to get out of here more it would be hard to see it, they couldn't believe the staff's reaction when they suggested it either.

Calvin was adopted on the spot which both made him happy but also worried for the rest of his friends that were still in the creaky old building. He calmed down about it later on as he was moving out because all the other kids were happy to see someone getting out and if the awkward dork could get out so could they eventually. He left everything he knew behind and ended up in Brigitte where his new home was to him kind of a dream, not something he had thought of getting at all. It took him time to open up but his Step parents we're gentle about it not wanting to force him into anything too quickly. He started up school and excelled once he got a taste of the different courses being quite bright once he was given the chance to shine whereas before when he had nothing to really challenge his mind. Things we really well for some years with Laurence and Mia helping him all the way with whatever they could to make him that much happier.

While Calvin wouldn't change a whole lot himself overtime being around more and more people helped him to be able to function much easier whether it was getting his first job or graduation, or finding some gaming buddies to hang out with. Even college was going well right up until his power manifested turning him from a short, lanky nerd to a much bigger and stronger Minotaur which at first was pretty awesome but the novelty wore off kind quick when he realized he couldn't change back. Not to mention he freaked out a lot of other students as he tried to get outside which ended up in the police getting called despite him trying to explain things. Turns out people don't really want to listen to a Bullman trying to keep everything calm and well it was Calvin so the likelihood of it working was pretty low in and of itself. He would end up retreating underground in the virtual maze of tunnels and passages while having a mental breakdown scaring the absolute shit out of the residents. The Bullman unintentionally carved himself out a territory while running people off who got too close or injuring those who tried to fight him only upsetting him more where a new set of instincts began to take over.

In the end, it didn't last for more than a month or two where people we're completely unwilling to go near his area because of the Pariah Underground hearing about him. It definitely took some coaxing but they got him out and talking figuring out that he was basically harmless if no one tried anything as well as pretty lonely now that his episode had subsided. He had to be convinced not to try to go home because they would try to capture him or worse above ground which saddened him with his big cow eyes leaving only one option. He became a member of the Underground not long after and for about two years it's been nice not having to worry about his next meal as much or having friends and company because of all of them down in the tunnels being supportive of one another. Minitaur has shown up more and more recently usually trying to help since he hates people being treated badly or being stuck alone. He was just kind of a phenomenon roaming around at first but now with urging he has tried to be the best he can with the gifts he has.

Name | Clay Kincaid

Alias | Condor

Age | 21

Gender | Male

Appearance | A young man with pale skin and clear-cut blonde hair, he's attractive but in a rather nondescript way. He tends to dress similarly every day - hoodie and jeans. He often seems somber and occasionally inattentative.

Notoriety | Watched

Danger Level/Variant Type | Originally considered a Class 1 Inhibitor, more information on his abilities have raised him to a Class 3 Inhibitor.

Abilities |
• Muting - Clay can effectively 'mute' his surroundings (or only himself if he wants). The radius of this ability depends on focus, but he can easily project a ten-foot field around him while doing other tasks. The effect of the mute field is not just a deafening effect, as tools cannot pick up sound originating from inside the field from outside the field. It seems to remove sound completely. He can manipulate the effects slightly; while the usual effect is complete silence, he can twist it slightly so anyone inside can only hear their inner bodily functions, such as the beating of the heart, breathing, or stomach growling, but their voice will remain muted. The disorienting effect of the field when used in this manner can cause panic in certain individuals, and the overall muting effect of the field is useful for sneaking or similar activities. He can also do something he calls 'strobing', where he rapidly blocks out noise off and on, which also has a disorienting effect.
• Silencing - A power he only recently learned he had, it is effectively an offensive tool. By touching someone and focusing his ability, he can put someone into a state similar to unconsciousness. Silencing takes effect abruptly on contact and 'mutes' the person, making them the focal point of their own mini mute field. If they fall, it won't make a sound, nor will anything within roughly a foot of them. The few times he's used it he has observed that the silenced person generally seem to still be awake; in fact, they generally still have open eyes and twitch occasionally. Even though they look like they're temporarily paralyzed, they don't remember anything they 'saw' while silenced. The longest he has silenced someone is a little over forty minutes.



Attire | He seems to only wear variations on the hoodie, jeans, and sneakers outfit. No matter how hot it is, he never takes his jacket off or even unzips it usually. He sticks to simple and seems to prefer shades of grey, though he also likes red, green, and black. The only distinctive piece of clothing he owns is his mask, which he made himself. Mostly he just really likes having it; he never really has a good reason to wear it. In fact he seems to enjoy masks of any sort.

Armament/Equipment | Clay doesn't really have anything besides a (mostly empty) wallet, a mechanical pencil, post-it notes, and his phone.



Affiliation | Pariah Underground, though mostly in a loose sense. He's usually a solo runner.

Personality/Habits | The thing most people notice is his fondness of the quiet (suitably enough). While he does talk, he prefers to keep it short and concise. He knows some simple sign language and always carries a pencil and post-its, but he realizes most people prefer speech. If he listens to music or watches a movie it's generally not loud, and he prefers to read. He regularly exudes a minor mute effect on his surroundings and avoids busy public places. While he generally hand waves his reluctance to speak as a natural thing for him, part of it is something else. He has always preferred quiet, but certain things he's experienced have lead him to believe that, even though speech is technically the most efficient form of communication, it's still lacking in a lot of ways and easily allows frustrating misunderstandings and arguments to happen. He doesn't necessarily dislike talking, he just thinks silence makes life more relaxing.

Besides that, he's actually pretty friendly and polite. While he finds most interactions awkward, he tries to be generous and helpful when he can, especially to other Variants. He's generally willing to put others before him on the grounds that he doesn't generally mind a few inconveniences. He's also very passive in group settings. He's never been much of a leader and disliked conflict, so he would rather someone else take charge so long as they're reasonable. Another facet of that trait is his complete lack of aim - he rarely thinks ahead of the week he's in and doesn't really have long-term goals. He does get a bit harsh on himself because of this. Of course, no one would know that; Clay does his best to keep his emotions bottled up. He's aware it's unhealthy, but he would still rather keep his emotions to himself. Another reason to be quiet and isolated - it makes keeping yourself emotionally walled off easier.

He does appreciate art, and he enjoys frequenting museums and attending plays when he can (despite the noise theatre tends to produce). He tries to read a lot about everything, so he has a pretty broad range of some knowledge. He seems to have an inordinate love for sweet tea.

Occupation/Trade | Mostly petty thievery at this point. He helps other Pariahs run jobs sometimes; his mute ability can be very handy at certain things. Sometimes he works volunteer shifts at soup kitchens and eats some of the leftovers so they don't go to waste at the end of the day.

Skills/Talents | He knows some sewing, which his father taught him (and which his father got from his mother). He is decent at most things requiring cooperation and is willing to work a while for a small reward, so long as it's worth it in the end. There's not really anything he's super skilled at besides breaking into grocery stores.

Family | His father, Barton, raised him. His father was never very sentimental or familial, but he wasn't a bad person either. He never minded his son being Variant, but with both Barton and Clay being rather closed to emotional discussion, they never knew each other that well.

Background | Clay's parents divorced while he was very young, leaving his father in custody. They learned he was a Variant very early, as his powers were a bit harder for him to control at that age and Barton had to keep checking in on Clay to make sure Clay didn't mute himself while he was crying when he was a baby. Clay had a very typical childhood despite being a Variant, probably because he seemed a mild example. He had a couple close friends for a while, but near his high school graduation he had a bad falling out and ended up alone again. When Clay told Barton that he was going to live by himself 'with the help of other Variants' (which was really a lie, as Clay certainly hadn't asked any other Variants for help), Barton let him, with only a slightly more emotional goodbye than usual. They didn't often keep in contact, so Barton never knew that Clay went to live by himself in isolated parts of town, often resorting to shady means to keep himself fed. While he grew up in the Brigitte area, he started to frequent the Shanty areas more. While he mostly left because he felt like he had to do something and wanted to be independent, he actually does rather like the change of pace from his childhood, though this may be because the way he lives now fits his aimless style of wandering through life more than the schedule of school ever did.

Name | Felix Edward Pernass
Alias | Nightingale
Age | 27
Gender | Male
Appearance |
Notoriety |Nightingale watched by N.O.V.A. but yet to uncover his real identity. Pariah Underground completely aware of identity.
Danger Level/Variant Type | Level 1 Amplifier

Abilities |

• Biological Manipulation - Felix can restore biotic organisms to their optimal health, curing damaged or withered organisms, wounds, broken bones, low vitality, and diseases/poisoning. Currently, Felix can do anything that normal healing and modern medical knowledge could achieve. His powers have no effect on dead tissues or mental states. He can only heal himself if he can concentrate well enough.
  
  • Can heal external wounds, including fractured bones and deeper burns, disregarding of severity.
  • Severed limbs can be reattached (just regrowing tissue connections)
  • Minor damaged internal organs may be healed, but more severity may be beyond repair and may take more time to heal.
  • Nerves may remain damaged.
• Possible future developments
  
  • Lost limbs and internal organs are completely healed.
  • Damaged nerves can be healed to a certain extent.
  • Semi-Immortality by rejuvenating cells to keep them at their optimal prime.
  • Youth Inducement by reversing the effects of aging.
  • Genetic alterations and physical distortion and/or augmentations of biological functions.
  • Manipulating in a negative fashion e.g. causing cells to augment to induce advanced or declined biological healing, induce diseases like cancer, induce appearance alteration, manipulate pheromones, or even increase physiological maturity.

[Gear]
Attire | Normally found in smart casual attire. As Nightingale, a wholly black outfit consisting of jeans, boots, t-shirt, hoody, jacket and baseball cap.
Armament/Equipment | Medical supplies, either bought himself or purloined from… somewhere.

[Temperament & Lifestyle]
Affiliation | None - current an occasional vigilante

Personality/Habits | Initially bookish and quiet growing up, Felix really game out of his shell at college and found his true character hard to conceal once more when he returned home. Now, whilst taking care not to draw attention to himself, he is mostly a normal outgoing guy in his twenties. A respected teacher, a trusted friend and dance floor loving gay.
However, loneliness is a dark shadow he can never truly shed. Sure he is loved by his students, colleagues, friends and lovers, but his past actions mean that he can never open himself up to fully love others, as he has not yet truly accepted himself. He daren’t even dream of finding anyone, let alone a group of people that he could be his true self with.

Occupation/Trade | High School Teacher

Skills/Talents | First Aid, Swimming, Baking, Research, Crosswords, Science

Family | Parents, Martyn and Claudia, and younger sister Holly, all living in his hometown of Gadsden, AL.

Background | Born into a middle-class family, to a technical engineer father and cardiac-physiology technician mother, Felix had a very standard ‘All American’ upbringing. He was brought up in a very conservative religious community and found himself starting to question certain beliefs and ethics as he got older but was never courageous to speak up against his entire family and peer group. However, in his teens, he discovered three things that made him not… fit in. Firstly, he worked very hard at school, losing himself in books. His growing knowledge of evolution, genetics and natural history led to increased conflict with his beliefs. Secondly, he discovered that he was far more interested in the guys on his swim team than the cheerleaders that his peers dated. Finally, after finding an injured bird on his way home from school one day, he manifested his ability to heal.

Teenage years can be tricky for anyone, but Felix became very withdrawn and introverted as a liberal, gay, atheist variant in a conservative, homophobic, religious and anti-variant community. His parents were accepting of his interest in science (as they were themselves given their professions) College would prove to be Felix’s release and he relished his newfound freedom, however, it would also prove to be his downfall. It only took one stray punch to catch him as he struggled to avoid the drunken fight in a crowded house party to reveal his powers. At his swim meet early the next morning his team-mates were amazed to see him with not only a lack of any black eye but also void of any bruise or cut from the glass side table that broke under him as he fell - healing all your small abrasions and bruises is not such an unnoticeable concept as his inebriated brain had concluded. Unfortunately for Felix, his family had come to support him at the meet and his sister had heard all the gossip.

Despite his pleading, he told his parents and at the end of the semester he was quickly whisked back to his hometown where he was surprised to find his community now accepting of variants when they found one amongst their own. However, Felix quickly found himself a catalyst for increased religious fervour - his healing abilities a sign of God’s blessing upon their way of life. Soon believers were travelling from great distances to be healed by Felix’s touch, but he never strayed further from correcting minor ailments, removing blemishes or easing chronic pain (even though from his experimentation on roadkill and his own self-harm that he was capable of much much more). Thus, he avoided detection from NOVA as he was reported as just another con artist, a puppet used to make money for a struggling church. But his begrudging existence as both a high school teacher and local celebrity could never have lasted.

He still remembers the night he left his family home for good in stark clinical black and white imagery. He’d arranged to meet his ‘friend’ Matt in their usual spot. The jasmine in full bloom and a bright full moon were set to make it romantic. The trampled undergrowth. Pained gasps for breath. The metallic taste of blood. The horrific feeling of soft broken flesh that should be taught muscle and strong bone. The upwelling of power building inside him as he braced himself to rebuild his lover’s broken body. The pleading look from Matt’s swollen, bloodshot eyes as they opened to warn him. The blinding pain from the back of his head as he collapsed into the long grass.

Their relationship had been found out by his sister and her friend, who’s brother, a local brute and good-for-nothing hacker, led a small band of the congregation to kidnap Matt and set the trap. Threatened into secrecy and forbidden from contacting his friend, Felix could only watch through a pane of glass as Matt’s parents held their dying son as the ECG flat-lined for the final time. The horrific irony of him feeling powerless was not lost upon him, however.

That night he left, vowed never to use his powers again and fled to New Haven, renting a small apartment in te the Warehouse District. It took only a year for Felix to break his vow when nursing a stray cat back to health and he soon found himself wrestling with his conscience once again. He has taught in The Shanty and is all too aware of the troubles his students and their families face with the healthcare system, poor lifestyles, addiction and crime. It was the death of a member of his form that birthed Nightingale. He got a new job more local to him and (always one for history and birds), Felix adopted the monicker as his vigilante persona and visits different areas of New Haven sporadically to heal those in need. After two years of this, he has learned to master his powers even further but despite his services remaining a well-kept secret by the desperate communities he helps, they have not gone unnoticed by either NOVA or the Pariah Underground (of which he has no knowledge).

Name | Unknown

Alias | Jabberwok, Mx. Doe

Age | Unknown, speculated age between 19 and 23

Gender | N/A

Appearance | Mx. Doe has no solid form, documentation proving that they switch formes as readily as one changes clothes, however, certain aesthetic patterns have been noted. Regardless of the apparent gender of their current form, Mx. Doe has shown a marked preference in large, powerful builds not dissimilar to those found in powerlifters, supposedly in an effort to conceal secondary organs. While outliers have been found in either direction, they seem to have a height preference between 6'8 and 7'4. The flesh is unnaturally free of blemishes or scar tissue and facial features have been regularly recorded as being traditionally attractive in accordance to western beauty standards.
"The last moments of plainclothes Agent Meyers, Club Phase, Los Angeles."
"That's enough Horse to kill an elephant and bring it back again." (Note, strips of flesh retain predatory instincts, don't let your boys get sloppy again. - M)
"Never enter the cave system without proper intel."

Notoriety | Wanted, while it's impossible to account for every one of Mx. Doe's possible victims due to the lack of information on their earlier years, using the data collected over the investigation about their eating habits gives us an estimated average of at least one victim a week over a span of 11 years. Combined with their recent foray in vigilante justice in the last four years puts a possible body count between 426 and 576 victims. Started out mainly targeting weak, isolated individuals before moving onto more challenging, and possibly more ethically palatable, prey. Now stalking known agitators, belligerents, and assorted criminals.

Danger Level/Variant Type | Class 4 Metamorph

Abilities |
Fluid Consciousness - Mx. Doe's consciousness is not centralized in the brain and nervous system, able to move fluidly through the body as it shifts and squirms into whatever devil's muse drives them. This quirk has made capture and containment an incredibly difficult endeavor, as more often then not completely ready to ditch his greater body to squirm away to safety, working on much more basic instincts until they can consume enough biomass to fuel growth into more complex forms.

Teratomorphy - Mx. Doe is able to mould flesh with morbid skill, seemingly only held back by biomass, processing power, and their imagination.

• Biomorphs, biomechanical devices and mutations that increase Mx. Doe's situational threat level.
  - Gorehooks: A wicked set of claws that earned their name after the first recorded capture attempt by N.O.V.A. when the ripped through kevlar like tissue paper. Since then we've seen everything from what basically amounts to reinforced fingernails to what appears to be articulated meat cleavers.
  - Teeth Breaker: A strange one, for sure. One of Mx. Doe's fists will swell with mass before aggressively calcifying and enameling, effectively making a mace out of teeth and tusks. As nasty as that sounds, it gets worse, because whatever they make those teeth out of isn't as brittle as ours but just as hard.
  - Darts: 9cm shaped chitin launched from the body by great muscle contractions with force enough to penetrate up to 2cm of steel. In the past they were restricted to one or two of these, even needing to dedicate a whole arm to their construction, but in the last detainment, attempt revealed they figured out a way to enhance the design, unvailing a hunched back swollen with the darts, lost nearly half of the team in the first volley out of surprise.
  - Biotoxin: In the few cases we've seen Mx. Doe use venoms have thus been universaly catastrophic. With all things with the body it seems, they are able to develop proteins and enzymes we have no antivenom for, combinations that melt flesh and curdle blood before peoples eyes. Nasty stuff.
  - Snot Rocket: Wadding up a loogie made of mucus and whatever cesspool makes up Mx. Doe's stomach acids, they lounch the... delightful present at assailants, invariably causing the poor unfortunate to choke on snot, acid, and their own dissolving flesh. Among the worse ways to spend your last 13 seconds on Earth.
  - Peepers: Replacing the eyes in their head or opening up new ones in uncomfortable places. These eyes can be tweaked to peer into other spectrums of light, gain telescopic vision, or pupil shapes to aid in specific visual circumstances like low-light clarity or slitted pupils to aid in better side-to-side tracking ability, e.t.c.
  -Dermal and Subdermal armor: While already a tough cookie to break, Mx. Doe has displayed the ability to grow bone-white armor in preparation for conflict, usually an ambush. This surface armor is made out of a material similar to that of the Tooth Breaker, however they must metabolize a great deal of iron beforehand to fuel the transformation. This iron-rich chitin is then combined with carbon, creating what the boys in the labs have dubbed "Biosteel" and while incredibly light compared to it's durability to high-quality steel is unremarkable. The flesh underneath is no less stubborn, absorbing a great deal of physical energy and shock.
• Brokas Organ, a collection of fatty tissues around the spine, the Brokas Organ is a continuation of the brainstem, a long cord of reptile brain that monitors and processes all of those internal systems. It is when Mx. Doe is able to gain enough Biomass to produce this organ that they become their most dangerous as not only do they get much greater control over their various biomorphs, but their regenerative processes are streamlined and reflexes significantly increased.
• Enhanced Physiology, Mx. Doe's flesh is just... better than ours, to put it bluntly. Their muscle fibers are more densely packed, made out of tougher, more elastic cells and able to rip open an armored car like a stubborn can of chili. Bones are nearly unbreakable when set, their skin is always soft and moisturized, and their liver is a total asshole and won't let them get drunk. Not for a lack of trying.
• Freak Out, in times of great pain or emotional stress Mx. Doe can go into a rage state in which their abilities loose all coherent control, twisting there body with malignant mutations as they lash out at anything and anyone near them, no better than a common animal... a common animal that twist and melt into the shape of nightmares and nausea.

[Gear]
Attire | Whatever they can scrounge up, usually nothing more than a large sweater, ratty jeans, heavy boots, and a suffocating coat regardless of the weather. Or, if they are trying to avoid detection, stealing trendy clothing and squatting somewhere looking... normal.

Armament/Equipment | Much like their chose attire, Mx. Doe works with what they can get their hands on and make it last for as long as it can.

[Temperament & Lifestyle] Gregarious, Affable, Adventurous // Bloodthirsty, Predatory, Vindictive
Mx. Doe is a nomadic predator by nature, it would seem, traveling from one side of the country to the other on an endless search for tomorrows meal. Never staying in one place long but usually making isolated nests on the occasions they spend more than a couple of weeks in a place. Despite usually being located in abandoned houses, warehouses, or condemned buildings, they seem to be able to handle themselves.

Affiliation | Independent

Personality/Habits |
If it weren't for our efforts in catching them I doubt that Mx. Doe would be anything but content to spend the rest of their days traveling the land, meeting new people, and killing them, but I'm afraid our repeated failures at detainment have only sharpened the predatory instincts they've relied upon. They are ruthless, merciless, and calculating in ways they weren't earlier, slipping between identities on the fly and taking no chances when it comes to sealing the kill. However in recent years they've been getting cockier, messier, but also only steps ahead of us. I feel like we're getting strung along and I just pray our boys are able to catch this thing before the shoe drops.

Occupation/Trade |
None, subsists on money and trinkets they loot of their victims.

Skills/Talents |
Stalking
Social Chameleon
Cooking
Abstract Art
Biology
Biochemistry
Tracking
Dance

Family |
None that we can find.

Background |
Little is known about Mx. Doe's past as they never stick with the same name twice nor seem particularly keen on divulging any insights on their younger years. What we can follow is the trail of corpses that starts in the heart of West Virginia.

Name: Sebastian Albright
Alias: (Call Sign) Alpha One
Age: 33
Gender: Male Male
Appearance: 5'11, 190 lbs. muscular. No tattoos. He has multiple scars on different parts of his body.

[Gear]
Attire: When not engaged in a full on operation, Sebastian wears simple street clothes: jeans, athletic shoes, t-shirt, hoodie, and usually a ball cap of some kind. When it’s time to go live he puts his tactical kit on.
Armament/Equipment: HK416 carbine (D10RS), x7 magazines. Kimber .45 APC, x 3 magazines. GG&G tactical tomahawk, full complement of tactical protective gear. Radio. First aid kit. When not on the job he conceals a covert model .45 everywhere he goes.

[Temperament & Lifestyle]
Affiliation: FBI, New Haven Branch

Personality/Habits: Sebastian lives a quiet, secluded life when he is not on a mission. His years in special operations conflicts have completely disconnected him from the normal world and he finds it very difficult to relate to people. His outlets are maintaining his physical fitness, hand to hand combat, and reading. Though he is a student of warfare, Sebastian has a great interest in reading philosophy. He secretly loves poetry (though anyone who has ever discovered this has mysteriously gone missing).

Occupation/Trade: Special Response/Hostage Rescue Team, Variant Division, Alpha Team Leader

Skills/Talents: His abilities are almost exclusively combat related: proficiency with a wide variety of weapons, unarmed combat techniques, tactics, and first aid/survival. However when the day’s training is done and he is all alone, Sebastian sometimes jots his thoughts down and he has become a rather eloquent writer

Family: He has a younger sister, Stephanie. She is the only thing that keeps him grounded to any semblance of humanity. If anything should happen to her he would surely lose his soul.

Background: Sebastian and his younger sister had a rather unstable upbringing. Their parents were divorced when they were very young, and they moved with their mother from place to place as she tried to find some way to give them a steady life. However, even though they were in a different school each year, they had each other and they were happy. They finally ended up in New Haven when Sebastian started high school, and that is where they stayed.

Sebastian went into the military as soon as he was legally able to. It had always been his dream to find adventure and friendship, and to see the world. However the path he went down showed him a side of reality that changed him forever. After a few years of grunt work he was selected for Special Forces, and while with that group he found himself engaged in many covert combat and counter insurgency operations across the world. He became the embodiment of warfare and was eventually selected to join Delta Force. However, as the operations grew more ambiguous and the line between justice and terrorism became more and more blurred, Sebastian found himself wondering if he had given himself over to the war effort so much that he had completely lost his way.

Back in New Haven, the FBI had found itself a in a constant counter intelligence war with the organization N.O.V.A. Though initially partnered in dealing with the increasing Variant threat, there began to be far too many conflicts of interest and contradicting methodology. Trust deteriorated between the two agencies and the FBI was left to develop its own solution to managing Variant activity, especially the disappearances of very high-profile individuals that had become more and more frequent as of late. They stood up a new, highly specialized division of their special response program as the answer. It consisted of two direct action teams surrounded by a sophisticated network of technical support and logistics staff. Dealing with Variants, they could not rely on the normal recruiting process; they began pulling directly from military special operations across all services, buying out their contracts from those who were willing to volunteer.

Sebastian took that deal. It was the chance to set his skills to work for a new cause, one that needed people like him. It was also his chance to see his sister Stephanie again, even though he was sure she hated him for leaving. Maybe one day she would understand and could forgive him.

But until then, he had a job to do.

Name|
ES1-7

Alias|
Subject 7
S7

Age|
17

Gender|
Male

Appearance|
*See Picture above*

Notoriety|
-WANTED

Danger Level/Variant Type|
- Class 4

Variant Type: Metamorphic/Mentalist

Abilities|
- S7 can shift and change from physical matter to shadow-like matter
- S7 can change its shape to whatever it wishes
- S7 can create illusion fields that make entities that enter them hallucinate, seeing and hearing their darkest fears
- S7 can warp itself to any dark location within view
- S7 can move into light if it is in its physical form
- S7 can connect its mind to one other living entity and cause mental harm, or create a minor influence over the target
- S7 can communicate by connecting its mind to up to 7 other creatures
- While communicating, the affected targets can hear what S7 is thinking, and S7 can hear what the target(s) are thinking
- S7 can turn collected fear into energy. This energy can be stored to fuel its powers, or turned into more body matter
- S7 cannot be harmed in its shadow form, but it cannot cause physical harm either

Limits
- S7 cannot create more body matter (unless it turns energy into body matter)
- S7 can only change between 2 materials: "Shadow matter", and "Dark essence"
- S7 can only have 3 illusion fields active at one time, and must be within 10 feet to keep them active
- S7 can only warp into dark areas, and cannot warp through physical matter
- S7 can only move into lit areas if it is in its physical form, otherwise it will disintegrate
- If S7 remains in a bright environment for more than 30 minuets, it will begin to disintegrate, even in its physical form
- S7 cannot connect its mind to more than 1 target
- S7 cannot harm those it is communicating with
- S7 can only feed on fear. If it does not get its food source for more than 5 days, its power will weaken and it will eventually disintegrate.
- S7 can be harmed in its physical form. Any damage taken to any physical part of its body will result in pain. Too much damage will destroy the body matter.
- If S7 comes into contact with light in its shadow form, it will cause burning pain and eventually, its body will disintegrate

[Gear]

Attire|
None

Armament/Equipment|
None

[Temperament & Lifestyle]

Affiliation|
-Unaffiliated

Personality/Habits|
Wary, Curious, Hateful, Cruel, Mischievous, Deceptive

Occupation/Trade|
Test Subject/Lab specimen

Skills/Talents|
-After memory-loss, all Skills and Talents Subject 7 had are forgotten.

Family|
??? - Mother (DISEASED)
??? - Father (DISEASED)
??? - Brother (DISEASED)

Background|

S7 was a normal 16 year-old who lived with his mother, father, and older brother. He had plenty of friends, did well in school, and was on his way to getting registered into the N.O.V.A science division. S7 had started noticing odd things though. He suffered from constant migraines, he hated the taste of all foods, and he couldn't stand bright environments. Things got worse. He started losing his mind and memory. By the time he was 17, he could barely remember who he was. A few months later, he lost himself. Went crazy, and began to think he was a creature. But then... He Became one. He killed his own family and went on a small, short-lived rampage through the city. It wasn't until N.O.V.A's MAD squads took him down and contained him.

Name | Vivian Gregory.
Alias | Seer.
Age | 21.
Gender | Female.
Appearance | 5' 8"
Notoriety | Wanted.
Danger Level/Variant Type | Class 2 Class 3 Mentalist.
Abilities |

[Gear]
Attire |

Armament/Equipment |

• Clothes
• Pocket Sewing Kit
• Swiss Army Knife
• Phone

[Temperament & Lifestyle]
Affiliation | Pariah Underground

Personality/Habits |
Occupation/Trade |
Skills/Talents |

• Sewing
• Tarot
• Poetry (but you'll never read it)

Family |
John Gregory - Father (43), Alive.

Background |