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"I may be water, but I won't let you drown. Promise."
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Ariel Carmela Mustafa
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February 20th,2000 | 23 | Mixed (Latina/Malay)
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Single | ⚧ (they/she) | Pansexual
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Truth or Consequences | New Mexico | United States

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Ariel Mustafa had a relatively normal life, their only bits of interest being nonconforming to the gender binary and living in a place called Truth or Consequences. Their single mother, Pamela, brought the household from the urban chaos of Los Angeles to the peace and quiet of T-or-C after her Malaysian husband fled the States to dodge legal issues. To their knowledge, both Mom and Dad lacked the Hype-Gene, so you couldn't blame them for expecting much the same: an uneventful life.

For a while, it was. Ariel's school life went by smoothly enough, apart from the occasional bullying and the stress of confronting their nonbinary identity. With middling grades, they simply remained at T-or-C and found work at the iconic local hot springs. College could come later, they thought, unaware of the capricious laughter of Fate in the distance.

Everything changed in those hot springs. And it was all because of a single obtuse customer. This tourist couple kept hounding Ariel about "75% off holiday coupons" afforded to them by a travel agency. Ariel tried, tried to politely inform the couple that no such promotion existed and this 'travel agency' did not coordinate with the hot springs in the slightest. Still, they were persistent and no amount of patience could withstand the agony of service work. In that moment of emotion, Ariel's hyperhuman abilities manifested and a nearby pool of hot spring water erupted in a scalding torrent. Property damage aside, several people were injured and one of Ariel's coworkers later passed away from third-degree burns.

Ariel killed someone. They were a hyperhuman and they killed someone. Aware of what happened to out-of-control hyperhumans and fearing the inevitable, they made the decision to go off the grid and run away from Truth or Consequences. A terrible thing, a fugitive at 22, jumping from town to town, railroad to railroad just for the opportunity to live free tomorrow. Living on the run forced them to do things they weren't exactly proud of. Robbery, trespassing, fraud, putting truth to what the world thought of hyperhumans: dangerous scoundrels without a moral compass. Though aimless for the first few year, their days spent half-drunk and half-loathing, Ariel began to connect with other hypes. They reached out to those who share the same genes, the same mistakes, the same sins as them. It was with the grace of H.E.L.P, then, that Ariel found out about the PRCU. A sanctuary for people like them, Ariel thought. No more looking over their shoulder to check if they were still being hunted. No more lying, no more cheating, no more stealing.

Okay, maybe a little bit of lying.

After their old hope of 'home' evaporated, it was time to find a new one. Ariel made the long drive to British Columbia and never looked back.
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Ariel tries their best to maintain the impression of a calm and friendly individual. Not one to pursue a conversation of their own but never one to deny a conversation either, they socialize adequately enough with their peers. Most would call them pleasant, a bit of a dry joker with their banter, but always willing to pause and try to understand what their friends going through. Of course, this is because of Ariel's adaptable personality. For most, the Ariel you want is the Ariel you get. They've become adept in pleasing others and telling them what they want to hear, because they are water and you are the cup. Call them duplicitous, call them two-faced, Ariel will simply nod and agree.

Ariel's adaptability speaks volumes of their emotional intelligence, in a way. Perhaps out of a profound fear of what happens when their emotions take control of their powers, they strive to always be in control of both and aware of not only their own emotional state but also the emotional state of others. Like a still pond, the surface of Ariel Mustafa is calm and serene, reflecting yourself when you look deep into them.

And look deep enough, you find a person still trying to get used to asking for help, a river flows alone. You find a whirlpool of loathing that blames themself for this...torrent they cannot control. You find an individual that tries their hardest to keep the whirlpool under control by pleasing others because maybe this time, it will be different. Maybe this time, this is home. Maybe this time, no one has to burn.
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H Y P E R H U M A N A B I L I T Y || H Y D R O K I N E S I S
__PRIMARY CLASSIFICATION || EXOTERIC
__SECONDARY CLASSIFICATION || ELEMENTAL

Ariel's hyperhuman ability is Water Manipulation. Their HZE ions interact uniquely with H₂O, able to influence water so long as it remains in liquid state. The practical applications of this ability are tremendously vast and Ariel themself has only scratched the surface in utilizing their power. At its most fundamental, they can induce waves from bodies of water to strike at an enemy and shape loose water into protective barriers. They are also able to influence the liquid water that they intake to become more oxygen-rich, effectively allowing them to breathe water. With great focus and a measure of recklessness, Ariel can violently draw moisture out of their immediate environment, whether it be from the ground, plants, or even themself.

L I M I T A T I O N S || LIMITS OF A LIQUID

Ariel's abilities are focused on the liquid state of matter. They are unable to influence water vapor or ice in any way, and as their powers rely on an existing source of water, making the water around them evaporate or freeze is a surefire way to deprive them of an offense. Or defense. Or anything, for that matter, forcing Ariel to draw out water from 'alternative' sources.

W E A K N E S S E S || LATINX HEAT

Being specially attuned to water and moisture, Ariel is extremely susceptible to fire and heat. Before their powers manifested, they assumed that the New Mexico heat was simply that hard to bear. The cool ocean breeze of British Columbia was paradise compared to T-or-C, but even at room temperature, an exoteric hyperhuman with fire powers (or just some schmuck with a flamethrower) will give them a bad time. Enough heat or direct contact with fire can even send Ariel into an unconscious state of shock.

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Y O U A W A K E I N T H E D E A D O F N I G H T, W H A T W O K E Y O U?

"When your life hinges on not being seen by anyone," Ariel started to answer, their voice slow and soft. "You start to get used to moving when everyone else isn't. I learned quickly that night is safety. Sleep a little in the day, move at night, and I'm more likely to see the morning again. It's been that way for a year until this place came into my life, so my natural clock is fucked."

"I guess old habits die hard?" Ariel shrugs, smiling.

A D I S H E V E L E D S T R A N G E R A P P R O A C H E S Y O U A S K I N G F O R H E L P, H O W D O Y O U R E S P O N D?

"This one of those morality questions?" Ariel asked in return, raising their eyebrows. "Well, I wasn't born yesterday, that's for sure. Nine times out of ten, there's another bastard behind me, waiting for me to stop and talk to their 'friend'. Next thing I know, there's a switchblade in my neck and the rest is history. So in that situation, best I can do is give them a Lincoln and move on 'cuz if they really need my help, there's nothing I can do for them that 5 dollars can't, you know?"

A N I N T R U D E R A L A R M H A S B E E N S E T O F F O N C A M P U S, H O W D O Y O U R E A C T?

"Yes, I am well aware that this life is not a walk in the park." Ariel's tone grew serious when the topic of emergency and danger was broached. "First things first is to coordinate as best as I can? I have never been a leader, but I'm not short on initiative either. Bottom line, though, if I can't help the situation, I'd get the fuck away and leave the work to those who can."

Was Ariel telling the truth? They wanted to think they would be able to help in the event of atrue emergency, but alas, only their last sentence held truth. The Campus was surrounded by the ocean. Their first and last course of action was to take shelter beneath the waves until the storm blew over.
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Z E L D A "Z E E" D I A N G E L O ◼ N O V E M B E R 5 T H ( 1 9 ) ◼ ( C I S ) F E M A L E
"I'm not living, I'm just killing time..."


▼ A P P E A R A N C E:
"For a minute there, I lost myself."
//DESCRIPTION:
An emotional snowball of energy, Zee seems to always be at the edge of melting, so to speak. Her efforts to maintain some semblance of control manifest in tight lips with an expressive face. Zee's good company, truly, if you look past her laconic troubled exterior. Dark humorous with a penchant for the drama. 60% of her vocal real estate is swearing and quoting songs.

Through circumstances beyond her control, Zee is unable to be physical with...well, anyone. And she dresses as such. A modest wardrobe in the form of oversized shirts, sweaters, and hoodies. Rarely seen in public without gloves.

//STATS:

◼ HEIGHT | 5'6"

◼ BUILD | Slender.

◼ HAIR COLOUR | Black hair bleached white by her metahuman powers.

◼ EYE COLOUR | Dark brown

◼ 'VOICE' TEXT COLOUR | #AACCDD

◼ BODY MODIFICATIONS| An old tattoo of a black sun inked over an older bruise on her left leg. Scar tissue spelling out 'murderer' on her right palm, art of her own making.

◼ SEXUALITY| Bisexual


▼ B I O G R A P H Y:
"I used to be alright. What happened?"
It was a good life of plenty in the suburbs off Boston for Zelda, her only worry the fact that she was named after a damned video game. The only child of the DiAngelos, a loving if eccentric couple of musicians, 'Zee' was nevertheless accompanied by a household of warmth and joy. She could care less about how many people at school made fun of her name and her small stature, home was always there to comfort her with a song. Zee idolized her parents and the happiness they brought to her life.

So imagine what happened if both were taken from her, by her own hands.

High school graduation day. Despite rising tensions with the metahumans, Zee was hopeful for the future. Boston University was on the horizon, and her parents couldn't be more proud. As she rushed them for a hug after receiving the diploma, the die was cast and her latent metahuman powers chose this precise time to make itself known. And it did so in lethal fashion. Zee's tight embrace brought forth a chill, then biting cold, then unbearable frost. Her parents screamed as abysmal temperatures set in, hypothermia claiming them faster than Zee could stop. Well, that's not entirely accurate. She couldn't stop it, and the people that raised her were soon naught but frozen corpses on the ground.

Panic defrosted the stunned Zee. Amidst screams, her own and otherwise, 911 was called and the celebration was soon broken up by the authorities. Manslaughter in broad daylight, what else could she even say to that? She resigned herself to the chains of the law and for the next several months in confinement, she would exercise her right to remain silent. Silence was preferrable to the blood-curdling screams of that day. Silence would have been all she knew were it not for AEGIS' intervention.

Pioneers of peace between humans and the humans beyond, they arrived to negotiate for Zee's release in exchange for her continued interment within their own facility, specialized compounds of rehabilitation for young metahumans. The warmth of compassion pierced through the cold exterior. Was this a chance at a new life? Zee really had nothing left to lose. No parents, no home, no future. Zero.

So why not?




▼ M O T I V A T I O N / O B J E C T I V E:
"I want to live, I want to breathe. I want to be part of the human race."
Zee's powers have already claimed two lives, and by her reckoning, that's two lives too many. With nothing else to cling onto but the weight of the world, she will not let this second chance slip by. No one else is getting hurt. Especially Zee. She is never getting hurt ever again.

▼ A B I L I T I E S:
"Murderer, I'm a murderer. I'm not the same as you."
//ABILITIES:
◼ CRYOHUMANITY | Zee's metahuman body is permanently locked at slightly below 0 degrees Celsius. In lieu of shutting down, she has instead adapted to such low temperatures, giving her the ability to freeze anything she touches. With focus, she can also project her body 'heat' into a short-range freezing aura. Additionally, her body's temperature lock means that Zee is extremely resistant and even immune to the cold.

//LIMITATIONS:
◼ RANGE | As above, Zee's powers is lethal at close range but ineffective beyond. Until she can master her ice powers enough to actually make ice from nothing, which may be never at this rate, she is as effective in combat as a maniac with a knife. But, you know, that knife turned people into ice cubes

//WEAKNESSES:
◼ HEAT | Customary for an ice person, Zee does not operate well in extreme heat or the proximity of fire. The sheer cold of her own static body makes her somewhat functional in the heat, but high temperatures stop everything else from freezing, defeating the purpose of her powers.

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//SUPPORTING CAST:
▼ FAMILY
◼ ANTHONY & OLIVIA DIANGELO | Zee's late parents. They were a folk music duo, with all the new-age nonchalance that entails. They cared for their daughter more than anything else, and it pains her to think that the last moments of two wonderful people were excrutiating cold.

▼ FRIENDS
◼ TBD | Test

▼ ENEMIES
◼ TBD | Test

//STOMPING GROUNDS
◼ Newton, MA | A small suburbia, stone's throw away from downtown Boston. Far removed from the troubles of the world until Zee burned that bridge.

//PARAPHERNALIA
◼ TABLET | A laptop is clunky to charge and her phone is worth for little more than a call. Zee relies on the middle ground: a tablet for reading, browsing, and communicating.

◼ HARMONICA | Her mom's favorite instrument. Zee can't carry a tune for shit, so this is a sentimental memento above all.

//SKILLS:
◼ INTELLECT | Neither athletic nor a people person, Zee's lot at life seemed to be academia. She has a keen mind for humanities: anthropology, history, and literature studies. She'd like to use her future to learn from the past, but there's little chance of that with her criminal record, is there?


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