Alex Kennedy Murkoff

Aurora - That's her cool badass villain name.

Female

24.

▸ HEIGHT : | 5'6ft
▸ WEIGHT : | 130Lbs.
▸ ETHNICITY : | American-French
▸ HAIR COLOR : | Blonde
▸ EYE COLOR : | Blue

Alex is bubbly, like really nice and friendly kind of bubbly but obviously, if you are a big idiot moron you'll be shunned. Shunned! She like to be friendly, maybe too friendly? There are obviously people who are not as friendly as Alex - like the FAMA agents, they just want to lock people up. Alex likes to talk, gossip maybe? She can be a motor mouth, know it all, that sorts of talk. She can be a bitch too, you thought she was perfect huh? She can be ruthless, a big big bitch, the sort of evils - yes, the Evil side of Alex. It rarely comes out but when provoked her facade of being a nice innocent totally not Delta-Alex drops and she'll have to drop the gloves - metaphorically!

Engineer - Yep, she's good with her hands - in the sense, she can build and tinker and make all sorts of whack fucking shit. Nullification Collar removal anyone?

Wolf in Sheeps Clothing - She's innocent, right? Maybe Alex was Shakespeare in a previous life but she's a good actor, no one would suspect this young innocent girl as a baddie villain? No?

Experienced. . . ? - Alex has seen her fair share of FAMA, yep those bad guys. She's fought against them from an early age, kinda? So she knows some of their tricks - but not all.

Short story: HOLY FUCK! BIO-TERRORIST!

Long Story:

Is life so difficult?

No if you think about it Delta-humans had it good and so did Alex but why did she piss it all away? Look at her now, she's stomping around in L.A. like a huge invisible dinosaur. Growing up in Seattle was kinda awesome? She was from a super-awesome rich family, the Murkoffs who owned Murkoff banking. The Murks, anyway it all went to shit, not because Alex and her twin brother also named Alex were cool-hot shot Deltas but because FAMA came in with their home wrecking hammer. Yea, that one totally sucks.

They came for her brother and took him away, why? Mysterious affiliation with a terror group, misusing his powers? The legal jargon and shit that was sent their doorstep was convoluted and sucked like it really sucked. Her parents gave up on their son, her brother and left him to rot in some FAMA jail cell. Yea, some parents mom and dad were. Alex took the fight to them though, not directly that wouldn't be Murkoff smart but she started associating with some bad people. Like the type of Deltas that want to burn America to the ground - okay they were terrorists but Alex wasn't. She was just using them as a means to an end okay? Whenever she was close to finding her brother, he was gone or it was a trap - usually a trap.

What felt like a lifetime fighting the 'man' and their goons, the group has thinned out. Sorry terrorists, but in the process she had become wanted like really wanted. Like hey we're giving money to give us this evil delta bitch, poor Alex had to go into hiding for a bit. Talk on the net and some elbow-greasin' helped her find out that dear-brother Alex was in L.A. in the fucking FAMA BIG HOUSE..

Talk about hard mode, and ring ring father called too. He disowned his own daughter, who knew daddy wasn't fond of terror. Straddling a nice sexy motorcycle in Skid Row surrounded by a dozen dead Hyenas Outlaw MC members Alex contemplated her options in breaking into FAMA fort-of-fuck-off when the ground started to shift. God? Was god awnsering her prayers? Then buildings started to fall, no it was not god it was the work of the devil or something pretending to be him.

Dust cloud, click, darkness.

She woke up now dethroned from the feisty little hog of a bike and under some rubble, alive, dirty, a bit hungry. Once she pulled herself from her impromptu grave she looked over where she was, it was unrecognizable. She blinked a bit, as the hog itself was now totally fucking corpsed. Then it hit her, like a piece of paper flying into someone's face.

Pandora's box just shit itself over L.A. and now, she had the key to let out not only her brother but whatever hellish nightmares awaited in the dungeons of that FAMA building.

Total, fucking, anarchy baby.

To find her brother, duh? Maybe raze the state of Cali to the ground, someone has to make a statement right?

Type-Blue

Telekenetic-Tethering - It's pretty simple, use some big brain mind tricks and move objects, within reason, distance and what have you! Alex can look at something, or be dramatic and extend her hand and pull it to her - like she points at a dude's toupee and then violently drags it into her little palms. In layman non-Alex terms she can make two objects come together, nice and slow or at the force of a FAMA train running you over with no remorse.

She can make two objects close distance with telekinetic lines or tethering, she can keep the items together like glue or just close the damn distance! Simple enough, right?

Even badasses have their limits.

Alex can only use this on like 2-3 objects at a time, it would be cool if she could make 30 spent bullets fly back at people or some shit.

Also there is a distance max - 100m MAX otherwise it wont work. So if you get 101ms away from Alex she cant hurt or grab you with her big mind.

Weight too, she can't make big buildings pull together and level the entire city. While that would be awesome she's not that tough, the heaviest she could move would be your average car. Even then if she did that she would stress her little brain out so much, she might get a nose bleed and not in the cute sense like on TV.

The tele-gluing only lasts a few minutes too, which sucks.

Her power requires concentration, while not like squinting and shaking kind of concentration it requires her mind to be free. If someone is pounding her face in with 200-pound concrete fists, she won't be able to use her power because.

1: Her mind will be going OW.

2: Her body will be going OW.

Any types of these OWs will disrupt any flow or cool-mojo magic she is moving, furthermore any awesome Delta that has mindfuckery as their power if they mind fuck her, then she's metaphorically fucked (out of her power of course).

She also is not that physically badass like your average ripped 6'5 FAMA Hunk who could snap her neck in an instant, probably. So if she isn't using her floating-mind-killing powers, she may just be turned into a dead flesh bag.

Esmé Mercier Delacroix

The Sun King- A self-proclaimed title due to his ability to manipulate light. While, he quite enjoys being addressed as ‘Your Majesty’ by those he considers beneath him few outside of a handful of devoted sycophants do so without prompting or implied sarcasm.

Male.

25.

Esmé carries himself like royalty with an air of pretentiousness; he acts like he owns everything and everyone in any room he happens to walk into. He exudes an aurora of unearned pride and pomposity, even if the situation does not warrant such a display. Even his body posture during daily conversations betrays his arrogance; his arms are usually crossed, and he only makes eye contact with others to display dominance or to inspire fear. He is fond of overexaggerated displays of impatience such as rolling his eyes or audibly sighing. His visage is usually plastered with a look of smug assurance or haughty boredom; the type of looks that are highly irritating to most people. Prolonged exposure to extreme annoyance causes him involuntary facial tics. Esmé primarily equates one’s personal worth to their physical attractiveness and therefore undergoes an expensive and extensive skincare routine every morning in order to maintain his youthful appearance. He unabashedly adorns his face with high-end makeup to further increase his attractiveness. He is considered conventionally attractive, though quite feminine for a male. He has very soft hands due to his cushy lifestyle. While, as of yet never undergoing conventional plastic surgery he has had Botox injections in the past to reduce the appearance of facial wrinkles. While, no longer in the active fencing circuit, Esmé still practices the diet and workout routines he learned in his youth; this accounts for his slim build and muscular thighs.

For Esmé possessing an impressive wardrobe is as important as maintaining his physical looks. He loves making an entrance and luxurious attire are a part of that. His personal assortment of clothing only includes pieces from the World’s foremost fashion designers. The only thing he hates more than wearing the same item twice in a row is wearing the same thing as somebody else, he is known to pay designers heftily for one-a-kind outfits. His fashion sense to average person would come off as exorbitantly priced and needlessly flamboyant. Esmé also controversially prefers real animal fur in his clothing, he also is a proponent of using alligator/crocodile leather in boots or handbags.

Esmé lives a lavish lifestyle on his parent’s dime and isn’t afraid to flaunt it; humility and humbleness are virtues unknown to him. He finds humor and pleasure in his cruelty towards others. The vastness of his parents’ coffers only fuels his persistent lack of ambition. He is not above feigning progress or lying to his parents to secure his monthly stipend. People in general are disposable to Esmé, even those he is initially attracted to, there exists plenty of spurned lovers of his whom he rid himself of when the initial thrill of relationship subsided. Being as narcissistic and self-centered as he is, he is intrinsically afraid of failure and cannot accept even the slightest piece of constructive criticism.; he exclusively surrounds himself with flatterers and bootlickers in order to never be challenged. If he happens to not get his way, is upstaged, or loses he is prone to throw a tantrum.

Proficiency with a Sabre – Esmé was trained in the art of fencing at starting at a young age, specifically he specialized in using a sabre as opposed to a foil or epee. He was surprisingly competent and in boarding school he even earned accommodations for competing in regional tournaments. Had he further applied himself to the craft and grew out of his immature views on losing, he could have potentially made France’s Olympic Team later in life. However, at eighteen he decided to study abroad in America and lost any passion he had for the sport. For nostalgia purposes, he will sporadically pick up a sabre and spar with an opponent, but only if he is guaranteed a victory over them.

Esmé was born into a life of wealth and privilege; the only son of a wealthy French shipping magnate he was dotted on by his parents. Due to their problems convincing a child his birth was considered a miracle to his devote Roman-Catholic parents; it is said he simply sparkled when he emerged from his mother’s womb. He spent his early years on his parents’ estate nestled in the heights of Roucas Blanc overlooking the harbor of Marseille; his every whim was catered to by an army of servants. It was here he was instilled with the belief he was better than those around him and others existed to serve him. His parents’ influence enrolled him in the best boarding schools in Europe where he mingled with the upper crust of society. As was a long-standing tradition in his family he was trained in the art of fencing, but Esmé had no love of the sport outside of it being a way to inflict sanctioned violence on others. Esmé manifested a tentative grasp around his powers around this time; he exerted little control over light, but he certainly felt a connection to it. Esmé had of course heard of delta-humans, but from what was circulated about them at the time he considered them to be a mixture of circus freaks and lepers. His fears of being part of the undesirables were dissuaded when he indirectly brought his concerns to Father McDonagh in confession. While far from a devout Catholic as Esmé was quite proud of his sins and vices, he was always respected the majesty and supernatural authority of the church could grant someone. Father McDonagh while confirming Esmé’s suppositions that the large percentage of delta-humans were abominations, also mentioned that God could certainly bestow powers as a sign of His divine favor like He supposedly did with certain characters in the Bible and even members of the pre-revolution nobility. That was all the justification Esmé needed regarding his mysterious powers.
He came to the United States at age eighteen to pursue a business degree at Yale on the insistence of his father, but immediately dropped out to pursue a relationship with a male singer in a local punk band that caught his affections. When the relationship ended a year later in a bitter breakup, Esmé who was that point cut off from his parents’ money re-enrolled in order to return to their good graces. His re-enrollment was short lived needless to say as he left to pursue other fleeting passions. At twenty-one he arrived in Los Angeles and convinced his parents to buy him a nightclub to run. While, he shortly became bored of the operations side of his nightclub ‘Versailles’ and passed managerial duties to someone else, he quite enjoyed the social aspect of it. It became a local hotspot for the city’s well-to-dos and in four years Esmé gathered a devoted following of hangers-on, groupies, gold-diggers, and toadies. In certain circles he was relatively famous and Esmé loved the attention.
When the buildings began to fall Esmé was predisposed with wooing a prospective future employee of his fine establishment. The naïve thing came all this way to Los Angeles from some fly-over state to pursue his dreams of being a famous moviestar, how quaint. Esmé would be more than happy to offer employment to this future star of stage and screen in the meantime provided the man was able to satisfy his desires. When he relayed his proposition to the starving actor it clearly flustered him. Esmé bit his bottom lip in anticipation. Then the ground began to violently shake.

Esmé will have to come with terms that post-disaster despite his wealth and privilege there is no special bailout waiting exclusively for him. No special rescue operation is being mounted. His parents’ money cannot buy him reprieve this time. He is the same situation as everyone else stuck in the city, perhaps he is slightly worse off than some as the little social-bonds he had pre-disaster have dissipated; those that were his allies either abandoned him in their own quest for survival or were just unable to adapt to the new order and perished. No one is holding his hand through this crisis.

Type-Red.

Light Manipulation - Esmé can use and influence visible light to his own benefits. He is able to use pre-existing light to create blinding strobes, flashes, or disorienting displays that are detrimental to other people's equilibrium. He mainly influences ambient lighting to make himself more attractive or create an impromptu spotlight on himself. His powers only further reinforce his delusions that he is superior to the rest of the world.

Esmé can only control existing light as he is unable to spontaneously generate light of his own. He would theoretically be most effective outside in direct sunlight or in well-lit areas. Outside of temporary blinding someone as a prank or manipulating the light in a room to make himself seem more photogenic he has never used his powers in an offensive capacity, so most of his boasts about mastery over light are unproven to say the least. He does not actively practice improving his powerset. He once managed to create a sabre out of light, but the process required intense concentration and the construct lasted for only a brief instant.

Esmé’s powers are a double edged sword as if he happens to be looking directly at the light he is manipulating when making strobes, flashes, or disorienting displays he would be suffer the ill efects as well, such as temporary blindness. His narcissism juxtaposed with his hubris are potentially fatal weaknesses psychologically speaking. He is prone to underestimating those around him as he sees most people as inferiors. Flattery even insincere flattery will endear one to him. He loves to have his ego stroked. He is generally paranoid of those around him, but his regular use of cocaine only heightens this paranoia. He foolishly puts undue trust in those he finds attractive.

Nakala Isabelle Phillips

Dancer (Her FAMA codename)

Female

31

Nakala, as much as she hates the concept, usually draws attention to herself the very minute she walks into a room for a variety of reasons. For starters, the fact that she's tall. She has inherited her height from her mother - along with a variety of other things. She stands tall even above the boys at six-three and even has a deeper than average voice. Along with the fact that she's a bit more muscular than average, she can be quite intimidating. The girl carries herself with weight and confidence and makes every action of her matter. What sucks for her is that she's nowhere near as feminine as she wishes she was. However the girl is curvy, and she still hits the gym and her time in the dance studio has done wonders for her. Usually, she has her hand on her hips or her waist as she walks. The girl is African-American and proud of it, she has extremely dark skin, thick lips, and afro-textured hair that she keeps in braids.

Nakala is a very strong-willed and determined human being. She takes a lot after her mother and the way that she was raised, and she was raised to be a strong woman, full of spirit that takes nothing from nothing. However, one difference that she has from her mother is that she has far better social skills, and is not ridiculously prideful as she was. Nakala herself is a very caring and loving human being who sometimes lets her pride cloud her judgment at times. Nakala herself only focuses on what's in front of her and hardly has time for distractions. She's less concerned with putting on fronts as she is with her immediate friend group and advancing herself. So rarely you'll see Nakala drawing unnecessary attention to herself or dressing flashy. However that isn't to say the girl is completely anti-social, she's perfectly fine talking to people. However, Nakala is extremely impatient and at times and that leads to her saying and doing things that alienate herself from friends or something rash.

Nakala's mother was quite interesting, her name was Michelle Gallus and she was a Floridian woman born in Tampa that, after manifesting at a young age drifted into the woods. After a few weeks, she was picked up by a traveling circus which she lived with for a while until she eventually joined FAMA in its prime. She took the callsign, Scary Monster, and preformed numerous raids against the likes of REAPER and other Deltahuman threats. On the side, she met a man named Bryan Phillips and the two eloped, got married and soon enough Nakala was born. Bryan wasn't anything impressive, he owned an auto-garage, while Michelle worked as pretty much the primary breadwinner. There a slight bit of tension between the two because Michelle was more or less making way more than Bryan.

Well, Nakala was born and raised in Philadelphia, Pennslyvania. She wasn't the overtly social kind of gal at first, she kept to herself growing up. Her mother taught her how to be independent of a young age, and taught her how dangerous the world was and how tough she had to be. She taught her skills she needed to be self-sufficient, including socially. Often the girl was responsible for getting herself to and from school and staying home by herself until one of the Phillips got one. However, she had one friend that she stuck through from kindergarten onwards; Olivia Clarke. This girl was her best friend and the two had more experiences together than anyone else because the two were inseparable. Nakala, throughout school, made friends with many people from all over. This was enough for Nakala, personally, but she found herself making more friends incidentally by taking up her interest in dancing. It, at first, was an after school thing eventually it evolved into a passion. She became so skilled at dancing throughout her younger years that it became a competitive thing for her - even going to different cities for the weekend just to compete!

Soon enough, Olivia manifested a type-blue power. It was the ability that gave her instinctive knowledge of biology that puts her above even the top minds in the field. The girl went insane with power as she created a new life, made cures for diseases, and other such things. Nakala thought that she should slow down... but then Olivia made her imp

Things changed for Nakala when REAPER attempted to kidnap the president and all hell broke loose and Michelle was sent there for backup. It was a nasty stressful time for the Phillips family as Bryan wanted Michelle to come back before she gets killed or something. They lost contact with Michelle and they assumed the worse... until it all blew over and it was revealed that Michelle survived. Except for the fact that she had lost her arm, and the insane amounts of PTSD she had from the incident. All the rampant violence and murder that took place took a toll on Michelle and she became an alcoholic wreck.

That hurt the Phillips family in more ways than one given their primary breadwinner was taken out of the picture. She got a huge check for losing her arm, but it wasn't long before the money was starting to dry up and Nakala had to take up odd jobs to help support the family. She had less time to hang out with her friends and live her passion but she managed to get a job at the dance studio. It was a small job as an "assistant instructor", which was the owner of the studio throwing her a bone.

Then the punches kept coming as Nakala eventually lost her closest friend, her emotional support. Nakala cleared her schedule and they went to a house party and Olivia went missing. At first, Nakala thought she went home, but eventually, she wasn't home and everyone was getting suspicious. Nobody knew where she was and there were several police reports put out but nobody could track Olivia Clarke. Things felt a little strange to Nakala as Livvy was only separated from her for only a short period and nobody knew where she was? Well, she launched her investigation into what had happened and it turned up no leads, and it seems the police were content with giving up. After all, Deltahumans disappear all the time? What makes Olivia anymore special than them?

Nakala eventually suspected REAPER was involved, but she didn't have a clue about how to go about it. Eventually, Nakala decided to join FAMA, it was hard leaving her dance studio behind but this was what she needed to find her friend. Nakala went through the six-month training program and came out as a special agent - and came out one of the best. For the next few years, Nakala rose through the ranks of FAMA, but she didn't give up on Olivia Clarke. No matter how many clearances she got she couldn't find. Eventually, while following reports of some Deltahuman kids causing trouble in Virginia... she found out that one of them had a red delta-crystal. Apparently one of them found the tiny crystal and used it to give their friends powers.

It gave her an idea. A stupid idea but one she was going to go through with nonetheless. She cut the kids a deal; if they give her the crystal, they get registered and she'll leave out all the crime they committed. That was when she went through with her plan. She scoured the dark web for information, she eventually found someone who'd get her in contact with REAPER, and arranged a meeting. She arranged for it to go down in the dead of the night - it was tense, but she showed up nonetheless. Nakala met with a REAPER agent who introduced herself as Davis... then he came.

Abel.

She was terrified of the tyrant, being REAPER's boogyman and the one responsible for the bloodshed that scarred her mother. However, she tried to stay strong and stand her ground. They had known who Nakala was and was expecting a trap but she stood strong and demanded to know information on Olivia Clarke. The information they insisted they didn't have, she tried to press them on it but Abel simply demanded the crystal. Against all logic Nakala refused and Abel moved to take it from her and her power manifested at that exact moment. Sparks of green lightning hit Abel and covered him in plants which... did nothing to stop him as he simply tore out of it.

However... another FAMA agent, named Maximilian Cornell, had his eye on her and launched a surprise attack against his arch-nemesis. They forced Abel to retreat but after he was gone Maximilian slapped cuffs on Nakala. They took her into the interrogation room and he personally interrogated her. That was when she broke down into tears and told him everything. She knew it was over for her - it was going to be a life of crime. However, Maximilian, out of the kindness of his heart apparently, decided to keep it off the books. Nakala knew it was only because he was close friends with her mother. However, he had one stipulation: Nakala resigns immediately or he'll tell them everything.

Forced with no other option, Nakala packed up her office and resigned. To clear her head, she visited some friends in LA to talk about what happened... then the incident happened. Fortunately, Nakala was able to save herself. Unfortunately, she's trapped in LA.

Nakala really wants to find her friend Livvy... and maybe she'd find the clue that she's looking for here in LA. Then she also has unfinished business with REAPER and Abel.

Type-Red

Nakala has a strange power that seems to be a mixture of plant manipulation and electrical manipulation. She can produce dark-green electricity like energy that looks and moves much like actual electricity but does not shock or burn on contact. It travels the speed of lightning and will more or less instantly reach its destination, but does not conduct whatsoever. What it does instead produces plant life when it comes in contact with any unplanted surface and causes an explosion of random plant life (From fruit-producing plants to bushes) that'll continuously grow as long as Nakala keeps pumping energy into it. She can also produce a continuous stream of electricity and can also charge up for a massive thunder-bolt that'll cause a huge explosion of plant-life if it comes in contact with a surface. If it comes in contact with existing plant matter, however, it'll cause explosive growth of that plant and only that plant. She can make a tree grow dozens of branches in a few moments and cause the grass to be obscuring. If the lightning strikes a seed it'll cause it to suddenly sprout and grow. Naturally, she can influence the direction it grows and in addition, she has a more traditional elemental ability to manipulate plants.

This power doesn't have too many direct uses, but she can produce plenty of this botanical-lightning and can drastically change the environment of an area given time. She can turn an area into a raging jungle if she has time, and this will allow her to produce barriers, bridges, and perhaps even food. If the lightning strikes a person it won't cause any damage to them other than causing plant growth on their being that can probably easily be torn off. The ability has a side-effect of putting insane amounts of oxygen into the air just by creating the lightning. Nakala has a secondary ability to support her primary, and it's a more direct plant manipulation. Nakala is unaware of the fact yet but she subconsciously produces small amounts of the energy where ever she goes and that gives her a connection to all plant life in the area. This means she can sense plants and communicate with them subconsciously... of course, plants can't talk, but she can detect their health state.

Nakala can create as much energy as her stamina allows her. Besides, it has a range of around eight meters and going past that range will cause it to immediately disperse. However, her power has two catches to function at its maximum; sunshine and environment. Nakala needs the sun to be touching her skin or else the plant growth will be stunted, which cuts her effectiveness in half indoors or at night. Also, she has trouble producing plant life on artificial surfaces such as concrete and metal.

First things first, the plants are weak against anything that'd normally damage plants such as ice, fire, toxins, etc, etc. The primary weakness of the power comes from the oxygen-producing quality, it fills the air with so much oxygen that even a slight spark can cause a huge flame. A huge flame that'd most likely set Nakala on fire because she's in the center of it. The other problem is that excessive amounts of oxygen is toxic and will cause nausea at best.

Yoo In-Ah

Name in gang is Slugger.

Female

20

In-Ah is pale, tiny weight wise (the wind could blow her away), she's five-four, her hair is long, and dyed platinum blonde. Her natural hair color is black, but that's boring. When she uses her power it changes to neon blue, her eyes go from black to vibrant green. It's a gradual change starting from the ends of her hair to her roots. Her nose is straight and narrow with a stud piercing and her make up is glitter eyeshadow in a variety of colors with a gloss lip.

Neon, flashy, and skin tight outfits with black wide net tights and white light up platform shoes. At night, during the fall and winter, and on gloomy days wears a white, faux fur, LED coat that a button on the inside to turn the lights on and off.

In-Ah is generally angry at herself, at her family, at the world, and at anyone that looks at her the wrong way. It doesn't take a lot to set her off. She's confrontational, has a hairline trigger, isn't afraid to say whatever she wants at the top of her head. If that includes telling someone to kill themselves she'll say it. She's the first in a fight, because she starts them, whether with her words or with anything she can swing. Her anger is a defense mechanism. She can't help feeling like the everyone is out to get her, since she's been dealt a shit hand at life. Fuck anyone else that might have it worse. What she's feeling is more important. She's deeply insecure about who she is and feels unlovable, because her father couldn't love her, her mother didn't think she was important enough to save her own life, and her grandmother thought of her as a test subject, so why would anyone find her worth loving. Can't disappoint anyone when what they see is what they get, so she intentionally makes others see her in a negative light. She's kept up this act for so long that she doesn't know who she is anymore.

Eh, Batter, Batter SWING! - Used to be a pinch hitter on a softball team from elementary to middle school. She left the sport, but hasn't lost her power to hit it out the park. Instead of softballs, it's anyone she'll pick a fight with. Bats, crowbars, pipes, etc. If she can swing it she will.

Bilingual- Korean and English; learned Korean from her parents and the neighborhood she lived in.

House wife- Learned to do housework, cooking, cleaning, laundry, the works, in a bid for her father's attention.

In-Ah's story starts before she's born, like sixty-three years, but that can wait. Instead, let's start when she's six years old and her mother slapped her father out of frustration. See their marriage was an arrangement between her grandfathers when they were newly married to their wives, drunk, happy, and making a new life for themselves in America. Problem with arranged marriages is that man and wife may or may not fall in love with each other. Her mother tried, but her father wasn't into her. In-Ah thinks it's cause he's a psychopath that can't feel anything and if she wasn't angry all the time she'd be inclined to believe she's the same way, since she looks like him. But she's getting ahead of herself. Back to when she was six. Her parents got a divorce and she wanted to live with her father. Sweet little girl thought he'd be lonely without her. Her mother left her there and so began In-Ah's lonely desperation for her father's attention. She got good grades, excelled in softball, learned to cook and clean, pressed his suits for every day of the week, things her mother used to do, but nothing she did got an ounce of praise from him.

He was the owner of an upstart technology company that made bank before he got divorced. New money brought the attention of gold diggers, cause no one else would want her father for any other reason. He remarried three times in three years. Each woman didn't want her around and either flat out ignored her like her father or treated her like Cinderella. His last wife was the one that stuck around, because she was just like him. Ambitious, emotionless, and cared less about intimacy and relationships that weren't business oriented. Children weren't in her plan, so she convinced her father to give her to her mother. In-Ah came home from school with her stuff packed and her mother waiting for her in the driveway. She didn't want to go, but when her father barely said a word when she begged and screamed to let her stay, her heart broke.

For the next four years, In-Ah grew close to her mother. She felt freer than ever, softball became her life, she didn't have to act mature for her mother's attention, because she always had it. If there was a problem, she could talk about it. If she had questions, she could ask almost anything. The only questions she wouldn't answer was anything pertaining to Deltahumans. In-Ah found a fascination with them, because she thought they were badass and had lingering thoughts about if her father would've love her if she could do cool things like they could. But her mother wasn't having any of it. She didn't discuss what Deltahuman related injuries that came through the ER. In-Ah tried to do her own research, but her mother blocked sites related to Deltahumans and she didn't have internet on her phone. She could only use the computers at school for a limited time and lord forbid she borrowed books about them. Her mother's irrational avoidance of Deltahumans made her afraid to continue research lest she get sent away again.

When she was thirteen, her mother was mugged and killed at a bus stop early in the morning after her twelve hour nurse shift at the hospital. After that nothing mattered. She quit softball and became numb, though her rage simmered beneath the surface. Her father didn't take her in, turns out he moved from Koreatown to Beverly Hills and had another kid. So she was sent to her maternal grandmother, whom she'd never met for whatever reason her mother had kept her away. She lived in the rough part of Koreatown, lived off her retirement funds and the left over insurance money from her grandfather. Her grandmother was sweet, but a little weird. She was forbidden from going in the basement and she always wrote in a worn leather notebook. In-Ah tried to be around her, but she couldn't bring herself to connect with someone new. Her last year in middle school was spent with friends trying to talk to her and be supportive, but she wasn't receptive at all. Every time she was invited out, she kept to herself and kind of killed the mood. She stopped being invited out and her friends withdrew from her. Thoughts of not being likable came and went, until they didn't go away. She was unlikable, horrible, her father didn't even want her and someone took her mother from her for the twenty in her wallet. God had jokes, but He wasn't done laughing yet.

In high school she fell in with the wrong crowd. Kids that ditched class, drank and did drugs under the bleachers, and got into petty fights. They were just as shitty as her. Her grandmother scolded her once out of obligation, but didn't bother after the first time she was called for a fight like she was waiting for something to happen. In-Ah went to a party thrown by one of her "friends" and got into the worst fight she's ever been in. It started in the kitchen and traveled out to the lawn where she was chilling with her friends and toking up. Some dude fell on top of her, she and her friends jumped on him and the person that the guy was fighting. Dude's friends jumped them and it was brawl in the middle of the neighborhood. Lightweight that she was it took nothing for her to get knocked over and trampled on. Creatures that were her carbon copy sprung out of her fingers and took on the people brawling with her friends. She passed out after a clone threw the last punch. She came to in a hospital, bruised, and aching. Her grandmother at her side with the proudest look she'd ever seen. She barely got a word out before she explained how she was third generation Type-Blue Deltahuman. Her mother never understood the importance of it, she said. That this was a gift to praise, she said. In-Ah barely kept up. After she was discharged from the hospital, she got a more cohesive explanation.

Her grandmother was a first generation Deltahuman in 1963. She got her abilities while working in a lab in South Korea experimenting on the crystals. Her abilities were to cast small illusions. Like hide small objects she didn't want anyone to see, or make them see small things that weren't there. She and her husband, with their best friends, her paternal grandparents, moved to America where there were better testing facilities. They had her mother and they were excited to see if she had inherited a power. Her mother spent afternoons after school taking test after test, so they could learn how powers manifested in children. Nothing came until she was fifteen and was able to create objects from her imagination. Apparently her mother hated her powers, horrified by what she could do and didn't want to be a lab rat anymore. Not that she had to worry about it, when the lab was shut down and the crystals were taken. Her grandmother managed to sneak out a blue crystal. When her mother graduated high school, she nearly ran away from home, never mind that she didn't have anywhere else to go, but her parents stopped her by making a deal. If she married their friends' son, then they'd get out of her life for good. Her grandmother revealed that they kept track of her mother through In-Ah's father and told him to keep tabs on whatever children they had for abilities. They lost track when she moved in with her mother. Her grandmother was happy she came to live with her, because she was there for her power manifesting. In-Ah didn't know what she was talking about. What power? Turns out she knocked out everyone between the front lawn and house. The doctor that saw to her in the hospital was one of her grandmother's colleagues and tested her blood. The results came back positive. What? So all this time her grandmother didn't care about her, and let her do all the shit she did in hopes that her power would come through?

God finally got to the punchline. In-Ah's rage boiled over. Did anyone want her? Her father didn't give a shit, her mother would rather die than use the one thing that could save her life, and her grandmother was just as shitty now as she was back then when her mother dipped out. Fuck it. If no one wants to give a shit, then she'll make sure no one ever gets the chance. In-Ah didn't stick around after that. She was sixteen when she ran away and stayed with one of her "friends" whose parents were too strung out on drugs to realize there was someone else squatting in their house. She dropped out of high school too and got a job at McDonald's to save money for her own place. That job didn't last long, so she moved from on job to the next, until she was eighteen when she got a job working as a phone sex operator. She never got her own place either. She just moved from "friend" to "friend", toxic relationship to toxic relationship, and spent her money on clothes. When LA got fucked up she was on her way home after a rave the night before.

In-Ah needs to learn the world isn't out to get her, to see beyond her own nose and be considerate of the people around her. To discover there are healthier ways to express anger than confrontation. Hopefully she'll find an innerpeace.

Type-Blue

In-Ah's hair and eyes change color when she uses her power. She has the ability to create translucent copies of herself that mimic her current appearance down to the clothes. These Puppets are capable of a wide range of feats and she can control them to do whatever she wants them to do. They're connected to her by a tether, a near-invisible cable that connects to her hands, and she can create one puppet for each finger. They're nearly impossible to see. When people look at them they'll appear like vaguely shaped masses of blurry air, except under certain kinds of lights, then they appear white. They can interact with the environment like a person - they can attack, grab stuff, etc - using a telekinesis. They're no stronger than In-Ah, however when people touch them and they touch people in turn they feel like glass. They also have flight; they can float freely in In-Ah's range and she can see, hear, and feel what they do.

The Puppets are attached to In-Ah by a string, and can travel up to one hundred feet away from her. If they try to go further they won't be able to go any faster and will yank In-Ah. The Puppets aren't completely invisible, just hard to see. Any type of UV light will reveal them, and they are easier to see up close than a mile away where they'd be impossible to see. In-Ah can only create ten at a time, but if one gets destroyed she'd have to wait an hour before she can summon them again. If she tries to go beyond her limit they'll instantly shatter and it'll hurt. The Puppets' max speed is as fast as In-Ah can normally run.

The primary weakness of the Puppets is the tether that connects them to In-Ah. If it's severed the puppets will disappear, but she can instantly remake them. The tether is one aspect of her ability that she cannot alter and will follow the Puppets where ever they go. The Puppets are as durable as glass - regardless of what size they are - all it'll take is one solid hit to shatter them instantly. She feels a phantom pain whenever they get damaged. She also sees through their eyes, but she can't see through her own eyes and her senses are dead if she uses the ability too long.

She's gay.

Elise Wessex

Prefers Eli to close friends, and Wessex by colleagues.

Female

24

While Elise stands at 5'8", she is often mistaken for a young college student by many. She doesn't put much effort into her hair or makeup, so she is often plain faced and lets her hair air dry into loose waves. Her olive skin is dotted by small beauty marks. If you look close enough, she even sports light freckles on her nose and upper cheeks. Her frame is slender, but she directs the effort of styling her hair and painting her face into toning her body. It might look like she can't lift over 50 lbs, but she packs a lot of power into the muscle that she has. She has yet to get any tattoos or long-lasting scars, but she is sure that in her line of work that the latter are bound to happen. She has pierced her earlobes and has one tragus and daith piercing on the left ear. She keeps her jewelry to minimalistic studs so that it doesn't risk tearing.

As an agent, Elise is extremely practical and determined to prove her worth at FAMA. She struggles with her loyalty to the agency and also to her people, which can often lead to issues between herself and her mentor. Her goal to succeed at FAMA is based upon her drive to protect as many innocents as possible. She is aware of the grey area between non-violent and dangerous deltahumans, but she also knows that humans and also FAMA have a gray area of morals too. She is still on the path to discovering where exactly her morals lie. Elise is also unafraid to speak her mind and is often reminded of the FAMA's list of rules and regulations. She's a young agent, but that also means that she can bring fresh ideas to the table and rely on her own wit and charm to get the job done.

With the temperament of a volcano, Elise is usually calm and dormant until things start heating up. It isn't wise to get in her way unless you want to deal with the consequences of her eruption. This happens rarely, and Elise is usually a cool individual that cares for everyone around her in a secret way. She doesn't make it obvious and usually shows her affection through acts of service and words of affirmation.

In her normal life outside of FAMA, Elise is an artistic and open person. She is driven by her own wishes and desires, but is willing to compromise if the other has different ideas. Elise has only a few close friends outside of FAMA because she has devoted most of her time to her work. In her free time she paints, goes on runs or walks around the city, and pays close attention to any news sources that still function in LA.

Elise was trained by FAMA and has learned skills such as:

• Basic Self-Defense and Hand-to-Hand Combat, and the use of weapons such as guns, tasers, or sleep darts. She has briefly been trained how to use nullification collars and containment foam, but she hasn't had to use them in the field yet.
• Attention to Detail: Elise must be able to remember important details about a target when presented with their file or discover them on her own in what could be a second worth of contact with the target.
• Surveillance: Eli may be able to do this with her ability, but she must be able to track or follow a target without being discovered. If she is to tap into a person's perception that may be doing illegal activity in a building or designated area, Eli must keep them within her range without detection and without losing her connection to them.
• Adaptation: Elise must be able to adapt to certain situations lest she fail her assignment. Adaptation can also include adapting to a certain "character" when she is undercover. Elise often has to use this skill to dress appropriately so that the target does not catch onto her.
• Self Reliance: While Eli adheres to the orders of her FAMA mentors, she also has to be able to work independently to get results.
• Lock Picking: Eli may use this more than she is instructed to.

Elise has learned these skills without the help of FAMA

• Disabling a nullification collar
• Painting

Elise's father and mother were born and raised in LA. Her father became a policeman that worked closely with FAMA agents to secure the peace. Her mother was a deltahuman whose powers manifested when she was twenty She was a type blue that could sense and alter the emotions of another. While she used her empathy to understand the emotions of those around her, she never once used abilities for the wrong purposes. Which is why Eli'se father fell in love with her. Not because she made him, but because he trusted her not to.

The two met, married, and settled down with a modest life in the San Fernando Valley. Soon enough, Elise was born. Her childhood was fairly normal. Despite the whispers from her classmates and neighbors that her mother was a type-blue Elise was able to have many friends and succeed in school. The mix of having a cop for a father and a deltahuman for a mother meant that Eli was aware of the dangers but also felt empathy for her mother's kind. She was aware that at some point she may manifest, but the years went on and nothing happened. So, Eli continued to live a carefree life.

Somewhere in the summer between sophomore and junior year of high school, her father began to change. He spent a lot of time at work, and when he came home her mother could instantly tell that something was stressing him. He never gave a reason, and instead just told the two to not worry and that everything was okay. Her mother didn't believe him, but Eli trusted and admired her father too much to go against his wishes. He was her role model. She even planned to follow in his footsteps and become a policewoman after she graduated school. Little did she know that the next two years would send her on a different path. Life happens, people are lost, and things change. That's the way it goes.

Except her entire life changed in one single night. The Wessex home was quiet. Eli was fast asleep after a long day at Santa Monica with her friends. Her father had gotten home in time for dinner. A delicious meal of shrimp and crab slathered in Old Bay. Afterwards the family enjoyed an unconventional game night of poker until it was time for bed. Eli was in the midst of a dream that she finally beat her father in the game, when the sound of gunfire interrupted her victory speech.

Her powers manifested that night under the extreme stress of hiding from the men that broke into her home and murdered her parents. She barely got herself out alive, and she ran until her feet were bloody and she'd eluded them. She didn't even return home until morning, where she was instantly greeted by the police and FAMA agents. To this day it remains unknown who targeted her family, but Eli is convinced that it was not just a simple robbery. It had something to do with her father and what he'd been doing for the last few months. What she did know was that one of the men was a deltahuman.

From that day, Eli was a ward of the state and a known deltahuman. She moved in with a foster family, and while she couldn't sense emotions like her mother she knew that deep down they feared her. Almost everyone did now. So, she focused her attention towards her future career. Instead of a policewoman, Eli now set her sights on becoming a FAMA agent so that no other person would have to suffer at the hands of human or deltahuman again. She was aware that her inheritance from her mother would cause a challenge, but she pushed herself harder and harder to prove herself trustworthy and capable. With no one else to turn to, FAMA was her only goal.

A few years went by, and Elise was finally accepted at FAMA. She now works in the field as an undercover agent. She's secretly been a part of the acquisition of dangerous criminals, but her name is only mentioned once in the files. She simply is assigned a target, finds them, and gathers as much incriminating evidence she can until FAMA has enough information to take them down. On the side she still regularly sees a therapist, and paints to relieve herself of any stress or worries. The earthquakes that shook LA battered the city, and Eli sympathizes for those affected by it. In her opinion, now is the time that she should take on a larger role at FAMA. With the city in chaos and numerous gangs causing it, Eli is determined to step up to the challenge.

While Elise did become an agent of FAMA, her work within the organization is heavily monitored and restricted. Eli feels like she can do more than what they've allowed her, but they just won't listen. Now that the city has descended into chaos, will Eli accept her place at FAMA, or will she step up to the challenge to protect all people within LA? Can she really prove herself? _{A question that she has wanted answered since the day she manifested is: who was responsible for the attack on her family?}

Type-Blue

Elise's ability has been deemed perception manipulation by the government officials tasked with categorizing deltahuman abilities, but under the surface Eli's ability uses two separate functions of the mind to form one coherent ability:

• Sensation Manipulation: With every second, our brains are receiving stimuli for sensations such as sight, sound, smell, taste, and touch. Those sensations are then sent to the brain, where the mind processes these sensations and determines how they will be perceived. Every sensation must pass a threshold limit in order for the mind to notice it. Eli's ability allows her to access these sensations and manipulate the threshold limit for those stimuli by either raising or lowering it. For Example: She could lower the threshold of someone with a paper cut to feel stronger pain, or increase the threshold of someone's photo-receptors to blind them.
  
  • While this method is effective, there are limits to the amount a threshold can be manipulated. This is where Eli's ability affects the perception of this stimuli as well.
• Perception Manipulation: In theory, the mind tends to group the senses together so that it is easier to process. This allows the mind to interpret similarity, proximity, and continuity, of the size, shape, brightness, and distance of an object. This can affect balance, depth perception, and the awareness of the subject's surroundings. In terms of pain and the sensation of touch, the brain receives the stimuli from the nerves in varying amounts. The effect of these sensations can be altered by the mind's perception of them. For example, if heat was applied to a subject's arm the mind could translate that heat as pain if it thinks the arm is burning, or the mind can perceive it as a warm welcome on a winter day. Likewise, touch can be perceived as pain or pleasure as well. It all depends on the mind's interpretation of these stimuli. By manipulating the perception of another's senses, Eli is able to create auditory and optical illusions as well as illusions of pain.

Potential Uses Include:

• Auditory, sensory, and optical illusions
• Affect the mind's perception of balance, which could induce dizziness or nausea
• Pain Reduction/Enhancement
• Tapping into the vision or physical feelings of another

While Eli's ability has many different uses, Eli is only able to create one to two illusions at a time without putting a large amount of strain on her physical and mental state. She is also unable to affect a subject unless they are within a 40 meter range. In terms of how many subject's she can affect at once without duress, Eli's lower limit is set at two subjects and her upper limit is at most five subjects. To stretch into the upper limits of her powers will send Eli into a heavy state of exhaustion like any other deltahuman. To simplify, Eli is able to produce a much stronger, longer lasting illusion over fewer subjects than she can with a larger group.