Senator Garcia De León did not expect his youngest daughter to demonstrate hyperhuman abilities. To his public, he was the tough-as-nails senator that promised protection from the growing hyperhuman threat. Until this point, his family was seen as "perfect". Each member did their duty, ensuring they looked good whenever they were out, and abided by the rules set in place. Then Calliope's powers manifested. And the family that was rock solid suddenly experienced turmoil.

Try as he might, Senator Garcia had to accept the fact his daughter was hyperhuman. Calliope was forced into hiding, told to lie about her powers and expected to maintain the air of perfection they worked so hard to maintain. Calliope couldn't handle the pressure and, in an unexpected turn, demonstrated her powers in public, lending to an outcry of Garcia's supporters to call for him to step down. Senator Garcia decided to do one better. PCRU, a school dedicated to helping Hyperhumans control their abilities, seemed right up his alley. So Calliope was sent off to school and told to get it together or be out of the family.

Unbeknownst to him, Calliope had her own plans, and PCRU was the best place to do it.

Banjo was stuffed in an orphanage/care facility from before he could remember until he reached school age. He was then retrieved from this care facility at school age and relocated to a boarding school by an intermediary he calls "The Butler", due to the man's dress, and being provided with no other name. He was then moved around to different boarding schools within Australia - sometimes extremely lengthy trips across state lines - at various times, sometimes for questionable behaviour, and sometimes for seemingly no reason at all over the next ten years.

On April 18th he was relocated one final time. A footlocker containing all of his worldly belongings was his luggage for an International flight to Vancouver, before the long drive up the Western Canadian coastline to Dundas Island, where he would receive more permanent schooling. The school his parents - whoever they were - had planned for years for him to attend.

Efraim's life was a somewhat different one for a Hyperhuman growing up. The son of a police chief and a university professor. Now his father's focus was mainly on dealing with crimes that were connected to the drug cartels. A plague on the nation that got worse when Hyperhumans decided on joining the cartels. Either way, this did not stop his father, and he tried his best to keep crime down.

Now when Efraim discovered he was a Hyperhuman and his family soon discovered soon after. His parents decided on making it a secret and made Efraim and his older brother not tell anyone. For fear of what could happen to him if people knew. For while Efraim was a Hyperhuman and considered dangerous, his father was a pragmatic man who, unlike others, who would view their child with fear or disdain or a threat to his career. He simply just saw his son, who could be dangerous if nothing was done so, while Efraim was forbidden from using his powers outside the house. His father did encourage him to develop his powers in order to control them better.

For three years, it was like this. Efraim practiced his powers in secret while his family continued on as normal. It was not until an incident after school when Efraim stopped a group of bullies from beating up a kid and accidentally used his power. Efraim was quickly reported to the police and became a known Hyperhuman, and was forced to wear an inhibitor. Discovering that the police chief's son was a Hyperhuman did cause a major backlash for his father when it hit the news. Many thought his father was hiding a Hyperhuman from the police, and ultimately. His father had to resign and take early retirement. While Efraim's father said should not have used his powers and was understandable anger about losing his job, he did praise him for trying to protect someone. Efraim did not know what to say and could only feel thankful for his family being who they were.

Efraim, now a known Hyperhuman, would chafe under his new life. During his last year in high school as he was mostly shunned by his teachers and classmates, but he did have a few friends, and his family supported him. Even then, seeing how people saw him in public now and the headaches caused by the inhibitor. He started to venture less and less outside and fell into a small depression. His family tried their best to get him out of it, and when Efraim was eighteen and still struggling. Did his father reach out to H.E.L.P. and arrange for Efraim for to go to P.R.C.U. A choice that Efraim agreed to and now awaits what the P.R.C.U. has to offer.

A Canada Native, Lucille hails from Houston BC, a small mining and forestry town which sees an influx of ecotourism throughout the year. Growing up the youngest child to a single mother of 3, she had few prospects afforded to her; she didn't fare well in school, her brothers were ambivalent to her social failings, and her mother, though meaning well, was simply too overworked and exhausted to properly parent her only daughter. It looked like, unless fate graced her with some great serendipitous incident, she would grow, live, and die in Houston BC. It would seem, then, that fate is in possession of a cruel sense of humour.

Fate did indeed visit upon Lucille, but it brought with it calamity, not providence. On a family camping trip - the cheapest way their mother could provide a 'vacation' for the kids - a particularly stormy night brought disaster upon them. Weakened trees from small wildfires finally gave way beneath the force of the storm, and came crashing down directly on their tents.

Lucille's brothers were both killed immediately, crushed and speared. Her mother was trapped, both legs broken and pinned beneath a tree. Only Luce was free, but she by no means emerged unscathed; she had escaped being utterly pulverized by the tree-trunk, but errant branches had gored her through, puncturing a lung, her stomach, and unknown to Lucille, her heart; yet she felt no pain, her movement was barely hindered, and she continued to breath and pump blood and walk without severe issue all the way back into town and to the fire station. Her journey allowed emergency workers to mobilize and save her mother - but in the aftermath, it also revealed to Luce and the town that she was far from the normal, unassuming girl she had resigned herself to being. She was a hype, and such a designation came with its own connotations and assumptions.

Lucile struggled with survivor's guilt and agoraphobia following her incident, and her mother struggled with losing her sons and receiving only a controversial discovery about her daughter in return. Eventually, it was agreed that the resources she needed were not available to her in Houston; the only place for her was P.R.C.U., and she found herself quickly enrolled and awaiting the ferry in St. Rupert.

Trevor grew up the middle child between an older sister and a younger stepsister. His dad and step mom loved him but often left him to his own devices between caring for his young step sister and supporting his older sister's gymnastics dreams. After school he often came home to his older sister at practice, his dad at work paying the bills, and stepmom busy with his stepsister. There was little time when anyone had their eye on him so it wasn't hard for him to make excuses and hand wave away difficult questions about where he had been as long as he kept his grades up.

Trevor discovered his Hyperhuman status after being ambushed by a mugger on his way home from the store. He dodged the first swing of the crowbar by a hair and tried to grapple with the stronger man for the weapon. He was quickly losing the battle, but that didn't matter as the metal bar crumbled into nothing only to be replaced by two hands cut off just above the wrists. The attacker fled the scene after realizing what he was holding and Trevor nearly followed suit in the opposite direction until he looked down. His own hands were now replaced with solid metal in the shape of his severed hands. It took a long minute to put the pieces together in his mind and realize what had happened. It took several more minutes to figure out how to activate this ability on purpose and reattach his hands. He sprinted all the way home and barely slept at all the rest of the night. Worst of all the events that replayed in his mind was how easily the metal hands had moved just like flesh and bone.

Of course he didn't tell anyone about this discovery. He did his best to pretend it didn't happen for awhile until he saw the news story about a local Hyperhuman vigilante being caught by the police. His knee jerk reaction was anger. Why would they arrest someone who was just trying to help people? If someone has the ability to stop people from hurting others, why is it wrong for them to do so? Then it hit him. He was someone with abilities that could help people, so why wasn't he using them?

He practiced with his new abilities over the next few weeks and going after bigger and bigger criminals starting at purse snatchers and working up to drug gangs. Naturally, his antics started to draw the attention of local police who received numerous calls about a metal man seen attacking people on the street and breaking into homes.

At first it was believed there was a Hyperhuman criminal on the loose, but very quickly law enforcement realized they were dealing with a vigilante when the home invasions always happened at drug dens and the random attacks on the street resulted in the victims zip tied to lamp posts with a note taped to their back explaining what nefarious act they had been up to. Everything was working out perfectly for Trevor until he encountered another hype on the wrong side of the law, but one much less altruistic than himself and with the ability of almost apocalyptic strength.

Trevor had gotten good enough at this point to make himself bullet proof but there's not much bullet proof skin does when getting hit by a truck head on. He still put up a decent fight at first but soon realized just how in over his head he was and ran. It was then he realized how close he had come to dying and it pained him to think his family would have to find out he died from a knock at the door.

As much as he wanted to continue being a vigilante, he saw there was only so much he could do on his own and decided to reveal himself to his family and subsequently reach out to P.R.C.U. His family swore to keep his secret although he suspects they only did so to prevent the shame of having a Hyperhuman vigilante in their midst from falling on them. Of course he neglected to mention his status as an ex-vigilante in the application. Something in the back of his mind told him mentioning his "prior experience" wouldn't go so well.

Tyrae grew up in the states with his father and mother as a single child in California. Jason and Allison Barret raised their kid as best they could, even when that kid one day came home from school in clothes partially burnt to ash, and a broken nose. His hyperhumanity surfaced in front of a crowd, outing him in front of everybody, and more than one or two people didn't take kindly to it. From then on, the entire family had to take some rather stringent precautions to make sure their son not only refrained from burning the house down, but to make sure no one else was hurt. Between having his general health tanked by an anti-hype bracelet to the point he felt ready to fall over dead, the month long debate over whether or not his teachers would allow him to set foot in class, and the multiple fights he lost at school, life was rough for Tyrae. His family helped him turn the garage into a space where Tyrae could practice with their powers in safety, and eventually found colored contacts that would hide his glowing eyes from people that weren't already aware of his hype gene.

At the age of 14, Tyrae learned he could bend metal like clay in his bare hands without getting burned, and this changed his outlook on life. He started snatching up scrap metal whenever he could and turning it into things. A knife, a sword- it didn't’ matter. Tyrae just wanted to use his fiery powers for something. Growing up was a challenge when he could do these things. Tyrae had left home every day having to face the fact that he wasn't even human. On the days when someone bigger than him picked a fight with him, he could either throw a punch back or stay in school without being expelled for his hyperhumanity. It was soulcrushing to live like a muzzled dog, but Tyrae managed. He found safety at home, knowing he could always escape life to the garage or the kitchen where he could dive head-first into something productive. At home, life was the complete opposite of the outside world. He'd experiment with fire in the garage, put it to use, be creative, and forget that life outside his from door existed for a while. That was the routine that Tyrae stuck to until he was 18. The next year was spent making preparations for him to head off to PRCU.