"Lifes a hell of a thing to happen to a person"

Name:Elia Colden but goes by Eli Lovette

Age:24

Gender(or lack thereof): Female but presents male as its easier to hide

What Makes You A Misfit?: Eli is a misfit simply for not understanding nor wanting to hide the only thing she's actually good at. She refuses to keep her 'curse' under wraps to appease her family.

Appearance(face claims are allowed, as well as just descriptions):


Personality: Towards strangers Eli tends to have her guard up, keeping people at arm's length with snark and sarcasm but when you get to know her, she's basically an orange cat in a black cat's body. Seems all spooky and intimidating but is actually rather..well she's a bit of a ditzy dumbass. No common sense, maybe two brain cells and full of chaos. However, when she cares for someone, she's fiercely protective, will go above and beyond to make her people happy and won't hesitate to hunt those who even think about hurting her friends.

Skills/Abilities: Eli grew up in a very rich, very well-to-do family. They made damn sure she knows how to act and behave around those with status and money. She's developed the ability to hide in plain sight, managing to blend into crowds and slip away. She's also rather good at being able to determine if a building or area is safe to hide in and for how long it'll be safe to stay. In her time on the run, she also picked up a few, typical runaway skills like pickpocketing and such along with hustling people in card games. The whole 'I've never played before go easy on me' routine helped Eli more than she'd like to admit

Powers/Magic: Eli's magic, or curse if you ask her parents, is essentially plasma. She can summon a gooey sort of substance from surrounding life, like plants and control it. She tends to use it mostly as projectiles, throwing the goo at cameras to block them, at guns to jam them, that sort of thing. However it can be used in other ways, before now she's used it to bust open a lock from the inside, she's used it to put pressure on one of her more serious injuries and she's used it to soften her fall when tumbling off a roof.

Backstory(Optional): Elia grew up in your typical rich home, her father constantly away at his government job and her mother too busy being a socialite to care for her daughter. She did okay at school, had a couple of friends, and lived her life.

When Elia turned 16, she discovered her powers and, not really knowing any better, headed right to tell her mother.
Her mother was horrified, sobbing about her daughter being cursed and how could this happen to their family. Elia didn't understand what was so wrong about her gift until her father explained she would be 'going away' for a little bit and they'd fix her, make her normal. Elia wasn't that naive, she knew what it meant to be sent away by someone from the government and like hell was she about the vanish into thin air.

She waited until nightfall, packed a few sentimental things then vanished into the night. Elia turned herself into Eli and vowed to never see her parents again.

RP Sample(Optional; helps me to see a glimpse of how your character acts):

Eli swore loudly as he ran, feet pounding on the floor hard. He wasn't sure how but he'd managed to catch the eye of some local cops. "Fuuck! I need to figure out how to stop my plasma from glowing."
He scanned his surroundings as he sped down the dank alley, looking for something. A grin spread across his face when his eyes landed on exactly what he needed. He pushed an open palm at the wall of the building to his left, and a ball of plasma seeped up from the ground where weeds had managed to grow.
Eli turned on heel and jumped onto the plasma, the goo giving him the bounce he needed to grab the fire escape ladder that was a ways above the ground. He scurried up the ladder, glancing down at the cops who'd clearly decided he wasn't worth the chase up a building. He laughed breathlessly to himself and gave the cops a final fuck you with his middle fingers before securing over the open onto the roof and out of sight

Name: Vincent Ryder

Age: 27

Gender: Male

What Makes You A Misfit?: Vincent's been in his fair share of trouble with the law. Not only does he not see the sense in hiding his powers, but he also has no qualms about using them in the fights that he "gets sucked into."

Appearance:

Vincent stands at about 6'0" with shoulder-length black hair, usually in an unkempt state, steely gray eyes, and a scar that runs diagonally through his eyebrow, narrowly missing the corner of his eye. His has a well-built, toned physique with tattoos that cover his right arm, which glow when he uses his power. His outfit of choice is a black shirt of some kind, usually a t-shirt or sleeveless, jeans, boots, and his trusty overcoat. He also carries compressed lumps of steel in his pockets so he always has raw material on hand.

Personality: Vincent isn't a total idiot, but he isn't exactly the brightest crayon in the toolshed, either. He's also a bit of a hothead and enjoys a good fight a little more than he probably should, figuring most problems can usually be solved with a good punch and if not, then it's not a problem worth solving most of the time. That said, he's quick to trust, to his detriment and benefit, and if he considers someone a friend, he has their back for life.

Skills/Abilities: To see him and hear him talk, one may not initially think that he's not only rather decent in the kitchen, but that it's one of the few passions he has aside from fighting. He's also a halfway decent mechanic, his primary magic making it easy for him to create the parts and tools he needs.

Powers/Magic: Vincent's main ability is two fold, one part being a form of ferrokinesis, the manipulation of metal. Specifically, he can alter and shape iron, creating a wide assortment of items with the only limits being his imagination and supply of raw materials. The second half of his main power is the manipulation of raw carbon, capable of drawing it out of the carbon dioxide in the air or even manipulating the structure of the carbon within his own body, giving him ability of creating a kind of dermal armor for himself. While he has an instinctive knowledge of how his power works, explaining it is an entirely different story.

Being an avid brawler, he had figured that just having one tool, despite it being a multi-tool of sorts, in his arsenal wouldn't cut it, so he found a tutor in an underground fighting coach to teach him his secondary magic: strength enhancement. While he isn't able to throw cars like his mentor could, he can easily flip them for cover or, say, push a truck by himself should it ever break down.

Backstory: Vincent and his twin brother, Isaac, were born to the Ryders, a family that prided themselves on their blacksmithing ability in times of old, thanks to their unique brand of magic passed down through the generations. Even when the government began cracking down on magic users, the Ryders continued their business, though they had to keep the more magical aspects hidden from prying eyes. Despite the danger, Vincent and Isaac's parents kept the tradition going by teaching both of their sons their magic. This not only involved traditional book learning, but due to the fine control the magic required, the boys had their right arms tattooed in special ink just like the rest of their family. The tattoos act as a focus for their magic, giving them greater control over the molecules they would be working with.

Then one day, when the brothers were young teens, the government raided the Ryder home after receiving an anonymous tip. The Ryders fought back with everything they had, but were no match for the organization and numbers the government had on their side. Vincent and Isaac had fled at their mother's behest, but they didn't get far before they were ambushed by government agents. The twins tried to fight back, but they were no match for their attackers. Isaac, having been more skilled with their family's magic than Vincent, held off the agents while Vincent, at his brother's urging, ran into the woods. To this day, he doesn't know if Isaac died that night or if he was still locked up in Area 66.

Ever since then, he had been on his own, living off of whatever jobs he could get, whether it be working in a kitchen, an autobody shop, or fighting for prize money in an underground tournament. He never stayed in one spot for long and always kept on the move.

RP Sample: helps me to see a glimpse of how your character acts): The sun had set long ago, yet Vincent walked down the street, whistling jovially to himself. He had just won another tournament and, after he got some food and paid for a motel room, he had a little money left over. He remembered a comic shop he had seen earlier that day, a rare one that claimed to be open 24/7, and figured he could get some reading material before he hit the road again. Wonder where I should go, next? he wondered to himself. Maybe south? I suppose I could head out west, though. I've always wanted to be a cowboy!

Just then, he heard a siren wail in the distance and instinctively ducked into a dark alley. He waited in the shadows for a few minutes as he listened. Normally, he wouldn't bother hiding, but he wanted to get those comics before he had to run again. When he heard the sirens fade, he let out a sigh of relief and started to step out of the alley, only to hear yelling behind him. He looked over his shoulder to see a pair of men, one pressed against the wall as the other aimed a gun at his head. He turned away and briefly thought about walking away before he let out a sigh and turned around. "Hey, buddy," he called as he casually strolled up to the men. "Not very neighborly to hold someone up at gunpoint, is it?"

The gunman whipped around toward Vincent, his eyes wide and his gun shaking in his hand. "D-don't come any closer!"

Vincent stopped and cocked his head, as if thinking, then resumed walking as he replied, "Well, I've gotta come closer. People are sleeping and I don't wanna yell."

The man steadied his gun with his other hand and yelled, "I'm not fucking joking, man, stop! I'll shoot, I swear!"

At this, Vincent couldn't help but grin. "In that case, wouldn't you want me to get closer? It'll give you an easier shot."

The gunman started to see red. This guy wasn't just trying to call his bluff, he was openly mocking him. Not only was he keeping him from an easy score, but he was making him feel like a fool! Before he knew what he was doing, the man pulled the trigger.

Vincent's head rocked back as the bullet slammed into his forehead. The gunman, who had truly never shot anyone before, looked on in horror as the energy from the bullet pushed him backward. This was it. He was going to go to jail, all because he was trying to make a quick buck. The man had turned around to run away, but heard the sound that made his blood run cold: a quiet chuckle. He slowly turned back to find Vincent still standing there, only he was slumped forward, this time, still chuckling. The horror of going to prison was replaced with an entirely new sense of fear as Vincent slowly raised his head, still grinning as the squashed bullet fell harmlessly from his forehead. A muted glow shown through the sleeve of his overcoat and there was just enough light in the alleyway for the gunman to see that the upper part of Vincent's face was covered in what looked like a black shell.

"Wanna try again?"

The gunman dropped his weapon and ran screaming, ironically for the police, his would-be victim running right next to him. Immediately, Vincent began to hear more sirens, growing louder this time. He sighed as his carbon armor vanished. "Well, shit," he muttered. "Guess I won't be getting those comics, after all." With that, he turned on his heel and ran.

Name: Thulile SaintMaurice
Age: 17
Gender: female

What Makes You A Misfit?:
Thulile shies away from human company. It makes her uncomfortable and feel unsafe. She also has this weird magical power, which she doesn’t properly control: animal mimicry. It means she can mimic animal attributes. It seems to have a strong and annoying link to her emotions.

Her blushes, in her childhood rarely visible on her dark skin, now pop up in strange colour patterns like a chameleon’s. Uncontrollably, a dainty hand can suddenly changes into a heavy, hairy bear paw. How can Thuly explain that in any plausible and sane way?

Thulile really understands animals. She is a fierce fighter for animal rights. She doesn’t mind breaking rules and limbs to protect animal life.

Appearance:



Height: 5’5”
Weight: 126 lbs.
Eye colour: soapy green
Hair colour: raven

Physique:
Thuly is a pretty petite. Prominent in her heart shaped face are a pair of big, green eyes, which look at you with a fragile gaze of innocence lost. These soapy eyes barely hide the cracks in the soul behind them. Her lips might be full, but her tendency to squeeze them into a tight line makes it super hard to tell.

The girl isn’t tall, but is flat chested and thin, with extraordinary big feet. It makes Thulile look gangly and clumsy. It also ensures she is well grounded and sure footed.

Personality:
Thulile is a timid girl. She openly wears the insecurity of a teenager. Through her past experiences she has learned that trusting people is a liability.
She loves the directness and honesty of animal companionship. Thuly feels calm and balanced out in nature. Crowds, villages and cities creep her out.
Beneath the thin, timid facade sleeps a fierce animal. Push her buttons too hard, or in the wrong order, and Thulile will explode in a terrible rage. In this berserk-like state she is oblivious to danger and only wants to hurt, hurt, hurt.

Skills/Abilities:
Thuly didn’t finish school. She does know how to survive out in the wilds, living from the land. With her talent comes a knack for understanding animals of all sorts and sizes.

Powers/Magic:
Animal mimicry - the power to mimic the attributes of animals.

Backstory:
Thulile hails from Normandy in France. Born into a dirt poor family of sheperds, she was an only child. From an early age on she helped out, caring for the sheep and running wild with the sheep dogs. Although she went to school, she didn’t have a knack for bookworming, as she calls it. Thuly couldn’t ever sit still for school to end.

One dreadful winter, when Thuly was fourteen, her family’s flock was hit by disease. Within a couple of days nearly all sheep succumbed to it. Without any means to provide for his family her dad saw himself backed into a corner. In blind panic he leaped from the nearest cliff to his death.

Fiercely maternal, Thulile’s mother took up the gauntlet from her husband’s spread eagled corpse, to ensure survival for her daughter and herself. Sadly, within weeks her methods got her imprisoned for theft, and armed robbery. Thuly thus found herself parentless within two months of her father’s demise.

From America her uncle, brother to her father, came to her rescue. Or so she thought. He had no warm feelings for her. He did have the hots for her, though. In a cold, clinical way he started to groom her for his twisted, carnal pleasures. The first time he tried to force himself upon young Thulile, she surprised him by lashing out, and breaking his nose. Before he could recover, Maeve had fled the house. This was the first time her power exploded from her. It scared the hell out of her, and she not just fled the scene, but also the shock of her magic.

Without any kin, no friends, no passport, and only a couple of francs to her name Thulile roamed the streets. She managed to put some distance between herself and her cursed uncle by taking refuge in the anonymity the homeless society. There she had to fend for herself. It learned her how to grow and - mostly - control her power.

RP Sample:
“Merde, merde, g’damn!”, Thulile gasped. After the last time she’d vowed to stay calm and not meddle. But the man had asked for it. ‘He was kicking his dog half to death!’, Thuly thought. She couldn’t just stand there and do nothing. Perhaps she would’ve shown some more restraint, if she had known the man was the local deputy, but probably not.

Now she was on the run. She’d sped through the adjacent forrest, hoping to lose the posse which the sheriff had set on her. Well, perhaps Thulile shouldn’t have broken the deputy’s leg. “I at least made my point”, she smirked. “That’ll teach him”.

With the shivering body of the deputy’s dog on her shoulders Thuly ran through the dense undergrowth. Suddenly she stopped in her tracks. The trees were gone. A river of asphalt sliced through the greenery. Surprised, the young girl looked left and right, almost expecting to see a squad car speeding towards her. It wasn’t there. With a sigh of relief, Thulile gathered her wits. ‘What now?’

Faintly a tingle of music tugged at her earlobe. It seemed to come closer. At the same time Thuly heard the faraway screaming of sirens. A sense of urgency, bordering on panic, trampled her heart.

The music - ‘Country’, recognized Thulile - was now clearly audible. The source of it abruptly rounded a curve in the road. It was a beat up pick up truck. As it came nearer Thuly could hear the old thing creak and groan like an old man. Involuntary it reminded her of those two grumpy, old men on the balcony of the Muppet Show. ‘Statler and … what’s his name’, she concluded. A tiny smile curled the corners of her mouth upwards.

As again the peril of her situation invaded her thoughts, Thuly started to wave her hands at the nearing vehicle. “Help me”, she gasped, “please stop!”

Name: Audrey Robinson
Age: 23
Gender(or lack thereof): Female
What Makes You A Misfit?: She's well....A straight up witch hiding from the government
Appearance(face claims are allowed, as well as just descriptions):
Personality: To her friends Audrey is as sweet as she can be and nurturing to everyone she considers dear to her. Whether they need a shoulder to cry on, someone to come to their defense, or just needing some support via encouraging words or a kick in the pants, she'll be there. That nurturing mentality also comes with a bit of playful cheekiness that comes out in the form of either sarcastic jokes or playful sass. She is the mom friend in almost every sense of the word and while she will not do everything a mother does, she worry about those closest to her. Aside from the doting mother part of her personality, she is quite the lover of sarcasm and facetiousness often choosing to a lot of situations with humor. Her sarcasm and facetiousness are only matched by her easy going nature which she maintains about seventy-five percent of the time.
Skills/Abilities: Audrey's father used to take her and her brother hunting and fishing, so there's that. She is also not a slouch when it comes to cooking.
Powers/Magic: Audrey's magic belongs to the abjuration side and can be noticed by the glowing of her sleeve tattoo. She can make magical barriers and shields that can be used for defense as well as support others by augmenting speed, strength, etc. through enchantments or by sabatouring someone with the same methods. She calls forth magical sigils that cover her or her allies in any direction she chooses, she can also block pathways and use her barriers in other unique ways as well. Her enchantments work by speaking either a single word or with a spell. The full blown spells tend to last longer than the single word ones.
Backstory(Optional): Audrey grew up in a small town where everyone knew everyone and tourists or drifters were a very big deal. Trees were everywhere and the lakes were big and blue. She was the eldest daughter of two with her younger brother being just a baby when she was younger.

She was fifteen when she discovered she had magic after defending one of her friends from a bear attack while out at the lake. Normally bears wouldn't bother anyone unless given reason to and unfortunately this bear had reason. There was a cave by the lake that had recently been moved into unbeknownst to them and unfortunately the cave was by the lake. They were in its territory and it attacked. This was around the time when the government had started cracking down on magical beings and around the time when her whole life would change. That night her parents got a phone call and were told about what her daughter had done and what would happen next. The rest of the night as Audrey would hate to remember it would be filled with screaming, arguing, crying, and lots of angry outbursts. Instead of sticking up for their daughter, they decided to give her up out of fear.

While the government wasted no time in getting there, they would find her already gone. She had escaped out her window and made her way to the bus station. She would spend the next seven years on the run

RP Sample(Optional; helps me to see a glimpse of how your character acts): "Fuck"! She shouted as she sprinted down the alley way. "There she is, you better count your blessings while they last girlie, your lucks gonna run out soon enough" To be chased by a group of muggers was bad enough, but to be chased by muggers who found out she could use magic was even worse. "The government's gonna pay us a fortune for handing you over" They screamed. Audrey flew past the narrow path knocking down as much stuff to try and slow them down all the while cursing herself out in her head and out of her head. "Great plan Audrey, you stupid jackass! Use magic, cause it's worked out for you SO many times".

She was lucky they hadn't just called the police and told them what they were chasing after, she would have had had to deal with evading the police as well as the agents they sent. After what seemed like a while of running, she came to a fork in the alley way "almost free, almost free" "She can't have gotten far, find her!" She heard them shout. She had no time to think and cut left down the path, but before she did, she thought about leaving them a little present. She waved her hands circularly and extended them forward as the tattoo sleeve on her arm glowed bringing forth a barrier that blocked the path. The barrier wouldn't last all day, but it would give her time to increase the lead she had on her pursuers. She bolted as fast as she could down the path and eventually lead her into a crowded area "Perfect" she exclaimed to herself. If there was one thing she learned from being on the run, it was how to hide in plain sight.

She took off full sprint into the crowd and hoped for the best as she made her way slowly through the sea of people.

Name: Bai Yue (White Moon)
Age: ?
Gender: Female
What Makes You A Misfit?:Bai Yue is cursed to look like some alien creature, chalk white skin, Horns/Antlers growing from her skull whose tips glow like embers, and large pointed ears
Appearance

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Personality: Bai Yue is friendly but always on guard, because of her power curse she believes she is no longer human which what few medical scans have been done point that she is close to the truth. Fearless but not reckless she is able to make fast combat decisions so when facing her it is best to not count on any easy openings.
If she sees the odds against her she will abandon a fight and use her illusions to vanish or multiply in any case uses the confusion to her advantage.
Passionate an romantic she still manages herself with an iron fist

Skills/Abilities: Acrobatics/Parkor, Special Effects Engineer (Her cover profession) Pilot

Powers/Magic:
She's what happens when you try to enhance beyond your casting level, made her look like an Oni
So Illusions, Body Enhancing Magic and Wind Magic

Body Enhance is a perm spell so she can't do much more with it besides heal her injuries

It made her twice as strong, twice as fast, with endurance her healing magic is self only and requires she drop all other spells

Illusions are not area effect but appear in real world as objects, people, animals or things like fire, steam, or other elemental effect. Cannot do damage or manipulate the physical world

Wind magic at the moment allows her to fly, breath underwater or toxic environment, and create pressure waves which she likes to channel into a tube she loads with rubber, glass, or steel pellets. power comparison single shot .50 cal at max with a possible
40 shots before her power drops off till exhausted around 60 shots the last as strong as maybe a BB gun

Backstory: Bia's past is a mystery because depending on who you ask the story changes with each retelling
RP Sample:Bai yue sat on a street lamp munching on a delicious pastry she had picked up earlier knowing from experience stakeouts were long an boring. To any passerby she looked like a pigeon a normal illusion she cast to hide her presence so any with life magic didn't wonder why there wasn't something there as when she was completely invisible.
Her quarry was a group that had been draining the mana of misfits to create a drug that prolonged the life of the greedy rich who thought their wealth a barrier against death trouble was the effects were short term and the more someone used it the more they needed. Worst was the effect of aging the victims of this darkest magic till some had died weathered and appearing almost 100 years old.
The pastry finished Bai yue was happy to see the van she waited on coming down the alley towards her trap which she charged then set off with a finger snap.
To the Driver it looked like a corner of a nearby old building was crumbling and falling into the alley an for effect the long string she pulled spilled about 9 bricks on the van as it screeched to a halt.
The 5 men in the van reacted as she expected 2 remaining an 3 exiting sure this was as it appeared an attack only trouble they were in a fight with illusions. Doors popped open down the street spilling 9 heavy armed men wearing ATF, DEA, FBI an Local SWAT labels their weapons cracking off forcing the guards to focused on the overwhelming but crappy aims the officers threat posed.
Bai yue bounced down a practiced path a calico cat running from what looked like a mongoose to pass near the van's rear an when the rear guard started to aim at her the mongoose leapt in a screaming attack at his face forcing him to shift to defense.
Her attack was elegant, it didn't need to be because by the time his eyes saw through her illusion the edge of her blade decapitated the man severing his left arm in it's path. She didn't slow as left hand held the hilt her right palm on the ball shaped pommel allowing her to force the point of her sword all the wall through the body of a man next to headless's back as he too engaged illusions.
Her sword busy she drew a police issue taser from her toolbelt an snapped her fingers allowing the remaining guards to see 14 women that looked like her true self coupled with sounds she'd made which had a sort of fear effect attacking her side of the van their friends screaming as if being torn apart.
"Time to close the curtain on this play" Snap!

A little something extra

Name: Asa Mist

Age: 27

Gender: Male

What Makes You A Misfit?: Asa is an expelled medical student who is illegally providing magical medical aid

Appearance: Asa stands at six feet tall, with a slim build. His skin is sea blue in color, without any blemishes. He has eyes that are a soft violet, while his hair is the green of seaweed, falling just down to his shoulders. Asa wears a variety of clothing as he is not picky and likes to experiment. Since he started traveling around the country, Asa has been getting most of his clothes from thrift stores.

Personality: Asa is a very determined individual, always working toward a goal. For most of his life, that goal has been increasing his magical abilities and using them to help others. He tends to care more about others than himself, often to his own personal detriment. Asa is usually quick to trust, has a very optimistic view of the world. He is opposed to using his skills or magic for harm, though he has never been pressed into a situation where he was forced to do so. Asa is also an animal lover, having grown up in a home with many pets.

Skills/Abilities: Asa was an excellent student, excelling in most classes. However his focus was on biology and medicine, as he was in the making to become a great doctor before he was expelled. Asa also did kick boxing as a way to stay in shape, but he has never had to use it as he would only use it defense. As a Water Elemental, Asa is a skilled swimmer. He also likes making craft projects as a hobby.

Powers/Magic: As a Water Elemental, Asa naturally can use water magic. While nearby a body of water, he can change its flow, pressure, and even cause it to raise into the air. But he is limited to only water that already exists. Most of Asa’s magical studies have been into healing magic, so he is something of an expert. By touching his hands on someone, Asa can heal wounds and remove minor diseases or poisons. It is technically possible to use this power to harm someone, but Asa has never tried this. Using any of these magics drains Asa’s innate energy, meaning that using it too much at once will leave him unable to use any magic until his energy recharges.

Backstory: Born in the Great Lakes region of Canada, Asa was born into the Mist clan, an old family of Water Elementals native to the area. As a child, Asa manifested the water controlling magic that comes naturally to Elementals of his kind. However, his family taught Asa to control his magic and only use it in emergencies, as to not draw the ire of the government and its restrictions on magic use. Still, Asa grew in power, inadvertently using his magic a few times, but luckily nothing ever came of it.

Once Asa started school, he was exposed to people without magic. He realized how blessed he was to have magic, so he decided to use it to help others. By the time Asa was the age for picking a future career, he decided on becoming a doctor. A High Elf teacher would take notice of Asa’s budding skill and begin to secretly train him in the ways of healing magic.

However, the teacher would be fired after another student he was training in magic reported him to his parents. Asa would take this event very hard, retreating into his studies. But in secret, he would continue training with his magic. By the time he reached high school, Asa was a proficient mage.

Asa would graduate with honors, deciding to attend university in the United States. This choice would come from the fact that this school had prototype medical robots that would assist with medicine. Asa would be assigned a robot named TQ-58, which he began to call Tiku, quickly becoming fond of it.

With the help of Tiku, Asa would excel at medical school. However on the side, Asa would work at an illegal medical clinic, offering healing magic to the poor for free. This action would feel right for Asa. Eventually, the clinic would be raided by the government, the doctors working there arrested.

Through the help of his family, Asa would be released but was expelled from medical school. In a fit of rage, Asa trashed his school and stole Tiku. He then hit the road, driving around in his old car, offering free medical aid to needy communities. Eventually his car would break down, stranding Asa in a small town. But he would encounter like minded individuals, and began traveling with them.

Name: Lucile “Lucy” O’Connor

Age: 19

Gender(or lack thereof): Female

What Makes You A Misfit?: Lucy is a former subject of a government experiment, having escaped from the facility recently.

Appearance(face claims are allowed, as well as just descriptions): Lucy stands at 5’3 weighing around 136 pounds. Her hair is golden platinum cut, and short in certain spots. Her eyes are bright blue with one of her pupils larger than the other. Her facial features are thin also if she had not eaten for some time. She has a tattoo of a butterfly and a series of numbers below the butterfly tattoo. These tattoos are located on her right hand underneath her wrist.

Wearing blue overalls, with a white shirt underneath. Pink running shoes, and on her left hand a watch with a cartoon mouse on it.

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Personality: Lucy is very weary of people, not engaging with them unless it is necessary. Being scared that she will be betrayed by the people she interacts with. She has a child like an approach when it comes to her surroundings, being curious about how things work. This is also a detriment, as she is quite naive about the world around her. Because of her upbringing, she is not very knowledgeable about social skills and norms.

She is very emotional and is known to become angry quite easily. Being willing to kill or go to extreme lengths to complete her goal. She is very protective of animals and children, showing more anger towards child and animal abusers. Lucy has very little self confidence and is always looking for validation from others.

Lucy can come across as rude, saying things that would be quite offensive to other people.

Skills/Abilities: Lucy is skilled in her knowledge of the human body and how to really harm someone if she wanted to. Lucy is a quick learner, having a knack for solving puzzles. Lucy is knowledgeable in math and science.

Powers/Magic: Lucy has telekinesis, the ability to manipulate or otherwise interact with matter or another aspect of a physical system through non-physical means. Commonly, its most fundamental trait is to move and control objects (or to generate and apply physical force on a target, or potentially, an area) without physical contact. The weakness of this power for Lucy is that she needs help controlling her powers, which can cause many accidents for those around her.

Lucy has the ability to transmit information from one person to another through mental means. However, many other mind-based abilities fall under telepathy due to those powers overlapping with the core concept of telepathy. Some of the more common abilities also considered telepathy would be reading the thoughts of others at will and detecting the presence of other minds through extrasensory means A weakness of this power, is that she can become overwhelmed by people’s emotions/thoughts.

Lucy has a tertiary ability to be able to communicate with people telepathically.

Backstory(Optional): Lucy was born via artificial insemination, her mother being a powerful witch named Morgana. Morgana was suspended in stasis, after being found in England. Conducting tests on her, and trying to find a way to awaken her but to no success. During the course of her life, she was given mental tests, as well as surgeries and other forms of torture to test her psychic abilities.

At some point, she befriended one of the head scientists along with the other test subjects. One of the head scientists was a man named Metzgerei. She considered him a father figure. Her powers were developing at a rapid rate, and impressing many of the other scientists in the project. However, the main head scientist a man named Dr. Yang, wanted to turn Lucy into a weapon for the government. The experiments soon become more intense and traumatising for Lucy.

Escaping from Area 66 during a riot, With her newfound freedom, she searches for the family that abandoned her. And to hunt down Yang and the other scientist that experimented on her.

RP Sample(Optional; helps me to see a glimpse of how your character acts):

Lucy was sitting silently inside a room, in front of her was a wooden puzzle box. She was tasked with solving the box in the span of seven mins. Sitting in front of her was a pudgy doctor, who was writing extensively on a notepad. The punishment for not solving the puzzle in time would be given a painful shock. The puzzle itself was quite easy for her, and the added pressure of her being shocked motivated them to work quickly.

She was ignoring the eye contact from the pudgy doctor. Just wanting to get this test over and done with. After a while, she placed the completed puzzle on the desk. Having done all of this with just her mind. “Good, we will move to the next part of the test.” He motioned towards another scientist in the room. The scientist made his way toward the table, placing a rat inside of a cage on the table. “I want you to use your mind, to kill this rat. If you refuse this test then you will be shocked, and given no food for the day.”

Lucy looked up at the scientist, She felt she did not have a choice in taking part in this test. She could feel the rat was not really into being murdered by her. She was not too keen on the test either. Concentrating on the cage, the small metal cage slowly lifting up, the door being unlocked and Lucy quickly grabbing the rat. The scientist was not alert and was curious about what was going to happen next. Placing the rat on her shoulder, she used her powers to bend parts of the metal cage. Letting some of the metal bars jet out toward the fat scientist. In a flash, the cage slammed into the man’s chest. Sending him flying backwards, luckily it was not lethal. But the scientist was going to be in a lot of pain.

Turning her head towards the double-sided mirror on one side of the room. “Done.” She spoke in a very cold and distant sounding voice. She knew what they were thinking, and she was going to make her intentions clear. She was going to murder all of them.

Name: Matilda Armstrong
Age: 18
Gender(or lack thereof): Female
What Makes You A Misfit?: Ran away from her home in order to escape her decadent and materialist family. Her wealth only attracted sycophants and con artists in her early life as well as derision from the less fortunate people. She really had no one trustworthy to call her own.
Appearance(face claims are allowed, as well as just descriptions):

Personality: Upon initial encounter, Matilda is someone who is in over her own head. A pampered princess who ran away from home out of sheer pettiness and contempt. Underneath that prideful, cynical, and blind ambition, is someone desperately looking for a purpose in life.
Skills/Abilities: Had studied business finance and accounting, learned French and German, organizer, erudite, public speaking, and bribery.
Powers/Magic: Matilda can create any form of currency into existence, from coins, precious metals, jewels, and paper from any country and nation-state around the world. She is virtually the wealthiest person in the world and in history. A power that is highly coveted by the most greedy and envious people.

Additionally, she can transmute any form of metal or inorganic material to precious metals, whether gold, silver, or platinum. A process that is not irreversible.
Backstory(Optional): When it comes to family, Matilda wishes she was related to Neil Armstrong of Ohio instead of the Armstrong family of Massachusetts. A New England dynasty synonymous with opulence, like the Vanderbilts or Kennedys, the Armstrongs amassed their fortunes through banking and finances. As such, her father made sure that Matilda’s childhood want for nothing.

In the beginning, Matilda did enjoy being the center of attention. She enjoyed getting everything she asked for. The people loved her but as she grew older, she realized it was because of her money. The familial warmth disappeared from her life as her parents kept Matilda under their thumbs and threw more responsibility upon her when she approached adulthood.

Life grew mundane and lackluster as did her homework and studies. Matilda lost that spark of inspiration when she realized she can simply buy her way into success. There was no end of sycophants eager to win her hand. This abyss filling her head and soul culminated in an episode of dizziness resulting in Matilda tripping and falling into the ground, causing $20 worth of quarters to spill from the open palm of her hand.

Since carrying loose change in large quantities wasn’t normal for a wealthy girl like her, it raised suspicions if that occurrence was supernatural in origin. While her father was quick to suppress the rumors by pulling some purse strings and diverting the Federal government away, Matilda knew she was treading on thin ice here. Being a source of infinite wealth stirred something in her parents. Their eyes showed a carnal desire of amassing more money for the sake of it.

Within the walls of her bedroom, her own corner of privacy, Matilda tested her newfound ability. Much to her own surprise, a gold bar, like ones secured in Fort Knox, slipped out of her hand and fell to the floor with a heavy thud. A diamond came next, the size of a ripe orange. Euros, Rubles, Yen, all of it; currencies of 24 different countries.

Making up her mind, Matilda decided to make a break for it. Since money is no longer an issue after running away, this could be a sign to try something different. Something grand. Matilda knows what she wants but she doesn't know where to go.

RP Sample(Optional; helps me to see a glimpse of how your character acts):

Freedom. Something more precious than gold. At least that's what is told in books of history and fairytales. But for all the talk of independence, Matilda was experiencing it. The cold air on her face. The soft sirens and screeches of tire marks from police cars and reckless drivers rang in her ears. Her footsteps echoed into the night sky. Lonely and alone on the sidewalk, never belonging anywhere. Twice she turned her head to see if she was being followed, twice she had to run and hide. She threw Benjamin bills onto the ground to keep them distracted enough to slip away. The excited cries signaled that her ploy was successful. Unbeknownst to the stalkers, it was pocket change to her real potential.

"Damn it all." Matilda cursed, gritting her teeth as she looked up at the full moon. She stared as if directions would suddenly appear on the crater-filled surface. Directions, guidance, maybe even a big fat arrow sign pointing somewhere unknown and undiscovered. "At least I knew what to expect at home."

Name | Subject 68-HB, or "Haylen Bray" for short.

What Makes You a Misfit? | As the only living result of the initiative designated "Apotheosis," Haylen should not exist, and the government wants to reclaim its property.

Age | 28

Gender | Male - He/Him

Appearance | Haylen is roughly 5"8', and weighs around 170lbs. He is a thin-looking and wiry man with short blonde hair. His right eye is a pale shade of forest green, but his left eye is inhuman, a solid pink sphere embedded into his head. To avoid attracting attention, he often wears some sort of hat and dark sunglasses, even indoors or at night. Haylen tends to wear "discreet" clothes that make it hard to identify him, nothing with a logo, nothing bright or flashy, but still large enough to cover most of his body.

Personality | Haylen is a reserved and patient man. He prefers to observe his surroundings and think heavily on them before making decisions, like a chess master plotting multiple moves ahead in preparation. Haylen has a tendency to see things through the lens of variables and objectivity. He has experienced a great deal of suffering in his past that left him hardened, and therefor doesn't let his emotions get in the way of what has to be done. Despite the fact that Haylen seems burnt out, there is a part of this that still feels immense sympathy for others, particularly those who has been hurt in ways that go beyond physical pain, and those who are in need of protection.

Haylen prefers to keep his head down and only draw attention when its needed. He isn't exactly paranoid, but he is often paying attention to specific things in particular that most people don't think about in a constant way; Entry points such as doors and windows, the placement of cameras or other detective machines, or certain people such as security guards or police officers. When you've been around Haylen long enough, it's easy to figure out that he's thinking about how to leave peacefully and discreetly, even in times where danger isn't an issue.

Powers and Magic |



Skills

• Mechanic skills such as fixing a car, un-bricking a phone, and working on circuit boards.
• Speaks Spanish, Russian, Korean, and French.
• Very good at hiding in plain sight and avoiding detection, both physical and digitally.
• Good at pirating movies, books, and most other forms of media. Scarily good at it, in fact.
• Strangely artistic in the things he does, at the strangest and most sudden times.

Backstory | Haylen's past is like shattered glass, there or fragments of it he can remember past recent memory, and fragments that are simply irretrievable and hurt when touched. Everything seems to converge on the lab, on Apotheosis, and he cannot find a memory before his escape where that word was not burned into his mind. Haylen was born and raised like any other person, that much he was largely sure of, but no matter how far back he looked, the word "Apotheosis" was there. And the further back he looked, the stronger its presence in his thoughts. Day after day, the pieces chronologically became less splintered until the day he tunneled into the deepest reaches of the facility's security system. Haylen peered into the outside world in a blur of hours that broke the pattern of days. When the time came, seven years ago, every last one and zero built upon the foundation of Apotheosis crashed down all at once in a rage so prof̸o̴u̵n̵d̸ ̷t̸h̸a̶t̵-̴

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