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Full Name: Edgar Dolone

Age: 22.

Gender: Male.

Epithet: Trash.

He is the master of anything worthless, useless or discarded. Basically anything that qualifies as rubbish or junk.

Abilities:

Trash-o-kinesis: He can move and manipulate trash with his mind. Larger trash requires more effort of course and exerting more force using said trash exerts him further still. The further away trash is from him the weaker his control over it is.

Trash Man: He is a trash man as a career, as a metaphorical state of being and in some cases a literal state of being. If he is ever wounded he can mend himself either by joining trash to the wound, physically bonding with the material as it becomes one with him, or by eating it. When eaten the trash will be broken down and transmitted through his body to the area of the internal injury where it will then bond together the injured portion, taking over the cell's roles as it merges with him. Even materials which are considered inedible can be eaten since his epithet breaks it down for him as he chews. Whether he likes it or not he will become trash sooner or later.

Trash Sense: He can detect trash within an approximate radius of three kilometers around him. This lets him know not only where trash is but what it is down to fine details. This does not allow him to know of any details not directly tied to the trash itself such as the appearance of it's location, only where it is and what it is.

Weapons:

If it comes down to combat and Edgar actually feels like fighting for a change then any surrounding trash can become his improvised weapon. Otherwise he'll just be out of luck since he doesn't carry weapons on him since he tends to travel light.

Description:

Standing around six feet even this guy is physically only just slightly above average for his height and age group. He's got modestly broad shoulders and a slight bit of tone to his muscles due to the manual labour aspect of his job. His skin is generally fairly pale since outside of work he only occasionally goes out. While his face is more narrow than broad he's got a decently strong jawline. The only thing darker than his eyes is his jet black hair which comes down straight like uncooked spaghetti to his shoulders. He is neither handsome nor hideous, just sort of plain overall. It is however colored by his lack of sleep and generally miserable disposition. The dark rings under his eyelids, the way he hunches forward all the time like he's carrying some unseen weight upon himself, the way his feet just sort of drag about rather than walk with any sort of animation, it all shapes the mold of some downtrodden schlub who looks as though he's already collapsed but his body just forgot to fall. On the job he wears the garbage man's uniform: A dull grey jumpsuit with the city logo emblazoned upon a patch on the upper chest. Off duty he just tends to wear whatever he has laying around, black logoless t-shirts and grey cargo pants. While at work he'll have brown heavy steel-toed boots. Any other time he'll just wear his ratty worn-out grey sneakers he's held onto for way too long.

Personality:

Edgar's a trash man in every sense of the word.

He's taciturn, morose, unambitious, defeatist and a real buzz-kill to boot. Out of everyone who dislikes him Edgar is at the top of the list, loathing himself more than anyone else could muster. Being the mule that carries the burdens of his family and more specifically his specter of a sister he only really cherishes the brief moments where he's truly alone, or at least when he thinks he is. He sees the world as a cold dark ball covered in apes duking it out to stand on the biggest hoard. To aspire to anything is really just a waste in the unflinching march of time, all things both treasured and not eventually becoming trash in the fullness of time, at least as far as he's concerned. Even as pathetic as he may be he'll still fight back if pushed, an ingrained part of his psyche that keeps him from giving up even when he really wants to. If there is only one thing Edgar stands by in life however it's the lesson his parents bored into his psyche: Family comes before all. Despite anything else, no matter the reason, he will always remain faithful to his family... Even his sister.


Skills:

He's actually fairly well read with a decent vocabulary. Not something that shows readily all other things considered.

Weaknesses:

He's a miserable sod with fairly few skills and little to no ambition who's haunted by a mercurial specter that often tilts the scales against him because it's usually funnier when he fails.

Brief History:

There was a brief before his kindergarten years when Edgar was a happy and hopeful little thing. That quickly got taken care of when he started kindergarten and quickly found nobody liked him. Children are more often cruel than not after all.

What really kicked the misery train into overdrive was when his sister first learned her epithet. It wasn't long after him but unlike him who could only really use it to cause messes she changed significantly after shedding her physical form and taking residence inside his mind. While at first she was largely just concerned with experiencing the world as a ghost, seeing and doing things she couldn't before as a physical being, after a while life as a carefree spirit was starting to bore her. Something that never bored her however was tormenting him. No matter how many times she caused trouble for him seeing him fail and suffer for it never failed to amuse her. He was perfect, the kind of person who would always put up some token resistance while still cooperating like the broken mule he was to her. No matter how hard she pushed him however he never broke, never all the way. Perhaps it was the fact that much like his epithet he was never too slighted by being treated like the trash he is. He still never simply gave in despite it. That last grain of his nature that he carried through his entire childhood refused to die in the broken heaps of his dead hopes and dreams.

Come adulthood he was naturally pushed into taking up a job as a trash man. He didn't like the job but he was used to being given choices he just had to put up with. He lacked any other ambitions and couldn't find any real excuse not to despite lacking any joy or fulfillment from the work. In the end he just swallowed the fact that this was just going to be his life from now on. Just him and countless heaps of trash...

And his sister of course.

Other:
Presently empty.

Full Name: Violet Dolone

Age: 22.

Gender: Female.

Epithet: Phantasm.

On top of being a proper phantom she presides over all matters spectral. Aside from all that she also holds power over illusions, able to wield the senses and one's own imagination against them.

Abilities:

Fantastic Phantasm: Her most notable trait is her spectral state which she maintains on a nigh constant basis. She is completely intangible in this state, having more in common with a self-willed imaginary friend than with anything else in the real world. In this form she can float in any direction at a fairly quick rate. Her speed has an upper cap since despite not being wholly real she still feels the strains of exertion when acting through her epithet. Like a ghost she can possess objects or even people. She can float around as a non-living item however she cannot alter it's shape without acting upon it through a physical medium. Possessing other people is a dangerous game since whilst in their mind a person can struggle and resist her control or even eject her with enough effort. It comes down to a battle of wills which still exhausts her energy despite not wholly real since it's an exertion of her epithet.
While in her phantom state there is nothing that prevents her from taking any form she so chooses. From the realistic to the wholly fantastical she has almost no barriers on the forms she can assume. She doesn't take the form of things that are too massive since once again use of her epithet still takes energy even as a specter. Like a ghost her visibility is largely up to her. She often goes completely invisible and perfectly silent since she occupies no physical space. Lastly she can retain her form set as a phantom when she becomes physical. Naturally her form has to be something that can actually live so certain features remain necessary despite the shape such as a heart, lungs, muscles, ect. The more powerful this form is the more effort it is to render physically so restraint in design is often warranted when doing this. Still, the freedom to assume whatever physical form she adopts as a phantom makes her not one to take lightly.

Phantom Menace: As a ghost she has the power to manipulate items like one. From rattling chandeliers and flipping books open to hurling pots and lifting chairs off the ground she possesses the full range of a specter's telekinesis. The amount of effort exerted upon her phantasmal form is of course relatively proportionate to the size of the item she's manipulating and the amount of force she's exerting through it.

Unusual Apparition: On top of having the powers of a ghost she can also generate illusory apparitions as well. Toying with the human experience of reality she can make illusions that are able to play off of all five senses at once. Of course the less senses her illusions incorporate the less effort it takes her to create it. Her illusions only appear before their intended subject since they are created by manipulating an individual's perception.

Weapons:
Her physical form can be weapon enough if she so chooses.

Description:

She can appear as anything she wants to be but there are a few traits she'll default to on a normative basis.

When she wants to come off as human she'll appear just a couple inches under Edgar's height. Her skin will be a pure ghostly white and her long impeccably straight hair will be a gentle light lilac color. Her hair reaches all the way down her back and seems to defy gravity, always floating in a ghostly manner as it's very rarely under the reign of gravity. Her body most commonly has a slender hourglass figure in this form, a tastefully exemplar form of femininity from her head to her toes. Her face is no exception, a softly pointed face with delicate features and piercing violet eyes, the kind of face models aspire to yet fall ever short of. While it is a form most anyone would be envious of it's not her most common form.

Her most common form, the form she rests in when she sleeps in the comforting cradle of Edgar's sleeping consciousness, is much closer to her true nature. While the hair and height remains the same she eschews the legs entirely, the body trailing off into a wispy evanescent tail. Her upper body is smoothed over like a stalk and while her face is similar to her human one she's eschewed the need for teeth a while ago. Her mouth is just a line which zig-zags across her jaw in a predatory smile like the maw of a wicked jack-o-lantern. Her arms are similarly slender to her human form's but the hands are larger and splits into five long slender claws, each one as long as Edgar's forearm. The claws are smooth all the way down to the tip like a baby dolphin's skin, each claw ending at a tip as fine as a broken glass's edge. Each claw of hers bend like the bodies of snakes, twisting and wrapping around things in a slithery manner, at least that's how they appear to be. She rarely handles anything physically and the times that demand she do will see her use far more monstrous forms than even this.

Personality:

As a spirit she's as mischievous as they come. Having abandoned her life as a physical human being long ago she's fully embraced her existence as a phantom. She watches the silly struggles of the foolish mortals, amusing herself at their expense. Having lived her whole life free of consequence for the most part she's grown wholly absorbed in her own entertainment.

And none offer her more amusement than the pathetic struggles of her dear sweet brother Edgar. He is both a cradle and a toy to her. She derives constant mirth from his misery and is confident in his resilience since he is also her home, his head a safe place for her to curl up and recuperate her strength.

She loves drama and sees the lives around her as a great theater set up to entertain her with the unfolding story of it's many characters. Of course a story without it's inciting incidents would be dull so occasionally she has to be proactive and set up some "incidents" for Edgar to get caught up in. This way she can experience the great story of this world unfold through his eyes, constantly pushing him forward and making him act just to see the events that arise from these actions and perhaps even make him an actor within this vast play they call life.

Of course every play has it's intermissions unfortunately. Best he keep her entertained lest she throw the switch and start the show for him.

Skills:

Outside of her epithet the majority of the knowledge she holds is borrowed off Edgar.

Weaknesses:

Her main weaknesses are things that can effect ghosts. Outside of that depriving her of her safe place, that is to say Edgar, would force her to manifest physically in order to recuperate her energy where she would be vulnerable. Those with a strong will are a formidable opposition to her since she can possess those with a will weaker than her own.


Brief History:

When she was born along with her twin brother Edgar she was always a mischievous sort. She loved pranks and was always up to some sort of trouble. A boundless and energetic soul she excelled where Edgar fell flat. Then came the day she learned her epithet. Immediately eager to explore this new power of hers she cast off her physical shackles and went straight to work. She haunted the school, creating trouble for everyone as she reveled in her boundless freedom.

And this went on for some time. The world was her oyster and she took to it in a tornado of enthusiasm. This however lasted only so long. There were only so many times she could pull the wool over everyone's eyes with one of her many genius pranks before the novelty started to wear off. Their reactions at first were priceless but she found the more she subjected others to her brand of whimsy the less passionate their responses became. It was really quite tragic.

Alas she found her perfect victim. After all this time he was right under her nose, her own flesh and blood brother. No matter how many terrible things she subjected him to his suffering never failed to entertain her. Furthermore his mind was the perfect safe space for her to reside in. No one else would keep her, always fighting her out of their mind sooner or later. He had no such resistance however. His mind not only wouldn't reject her but couldn't. Their connection to one another meant no matter how he tried his mind was forever forward her home. A safe space that kept all the bad out and her in.

And thus she remained, entertaining herself at the expense of others for life was just a show for her to enjoy to it's fullest.

Other:
Presently empty.

Full Name: Verona Elmont

Nicknames/Aliases: The Vampire, Phantom, Ghost, or Specter.

Age: 24

Gender: Female

Epithet: Drain