[B]Character Sheets[/B]

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[B]Name:[/B] September Hope
[B]Gender:[/B] Female
[B]Age:[/B] 17

[B]Looks:[/B] She is a very short girl, 5’2, with waist-length, dark brown hair. Her hair is generally straight, parted through the middle-right of her crown, and bangs on both sides of her face go a few inches lower than her shoulders. Her hair is roughly cut, as if with a dull knife, sort of shaggy around the edges, while still having a healthy sheen to it. Through her bangs, on the left side, is a navy-blue stripe. The tips of her hair are coloured a rich, royal indigo, and there are inky black streaks through the rest of her hair. These colours sort of sprung up when she got her powers, so no dyes were used. Her eyes are large and almond- shaped, generally hazel. She's vaguely bi-eyed, as her left eye is a darker shade of brown, while her right eye has a greener tint to it. They sparkle and shine like solid orbs of water, reflecting she world she sees.
She wears a flowy black veil-like jacket over a black, skintight t-shirt and black shorts, as well as black socks with no shoes. Around her neck is a four-foot long strip of black cloth, which she uses as a headband and hairband when the situation demands it. Her figure is petite, very petite, with no curves but around the hips and thighs. She has full lips and accentuated cheekbones, as well as a slightly defined jawline.

[B]Personality:[/B] September is someone most people avoid at first. Despite how small she is, people tend to say that she's "intimidating." She doesn't talk much, and simply watches as the day goes by, absorbing in everything she sees and hears. On the outside, she seems cold and uncaring, almost spiteful. Her hair hangs in front of her face, hiding her eyes and all emotion.
On the inside, she's really the opposite of what she seems. People close to her describe it as a radiating field of calm, not warmth, but coolness, while also having a hilarious darkly sarcastic side to her. She loves animals with all her heart, she loves reading, she loves writing, and never leaves the house without her notebook and pen. Her compassion for living things is almost palpable if she sees an animal or, much less likely, human. September can always tell if someone's having a bad day, and would carefully approach them. Before they knew it, they would spill their entire life story to September, and she would listen without a word. This is how her small about of friends was made.

[B]History:[/B] I’ll keep this part a mystery for you all.

[B]Power/Weapon:[/B] Shapeshift/Telepathy (read on)

[B]Power/Weapon Description:[/B]
1. She can telepathically communicate will all living things (vegetation too, but obviously not having a real "conversation" with them). She can communicate with animals, befriend them, and they see September as sort of the "Child of Gaia," or "Child of Mother Nature”
2. She can also transform into basically every animal known to man, but it drains her of her energy. If they were to be mythical or superpowerful creatures (like a dragon or an elephant) that takes more of her energy
3. Along with transforming into animals, she can also morph halfway into animals, like having cat ears and a tail with retractable claws, but still looking mainly like a human. Or giving herself eagle wings, so she can fly while looking like a human.
4. When in human form, her senses are naturally/permanently heightened. Like she can see, smell, and hear better than normal humans. Her reflexes were always cat-like, and she can make herself stronger and faster than people her age and size.
5. She carries one switchblade with her, brought from home, strapped to her left upper arm. Strapped to her waist and thighs are metal throwing needles, and she has the accuracy to pierce through an eyeball straight out of the back of the skull.

[B]Power Limitations (if any):[/B] Her increased sensitivity can give her severe migraines in bright light, strong smells, loud noises, and she is extremely sensitive to touch. Mainly she doesn’t let anyone touch or come too near her, really.

[B]Location:[/B] California

[B]Other:[/B] She may seem all-powerful but I’ll make sure she isn’t on the long run. And remember, she knows things that none of y’all know, but y’all don’t know that she knows… [/hider]

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[B]Name:[/B] Evner “Ev” Potrivi 

[B]Gender:[/B] Male

[B]Age:[/B] 19

[B]Looks:[/B] [img]http://mm.motor21.com/Espa%C3%B1ol/Deportes/Motor/F%C3%B3rmula_1/Noticias/90859/jaime-alguersuari.jpg [/img] 
He has a long scar down the left side of his face(The right, to anyone looking at him)

[B]Personality:[/B] Evner is known for his Devil May Care attitude towards those he doesn't know or care for. He's protective of those he knows, but shows his care in rather unconventional ways; Playful banter or sarcastic remarks, yelling when he's scared or worried, rather than angry. Altogether, he's simply seen as rebellious or slacking to those who don't know him.

[B]History:[/B] There isn't much history to speak of for Ev; He can only remember about three months back: He woke in a hospital in Cleveland, choking on the tube down his throat until the doctors could restrain him and take it out. Once he'd calm down and his heart rate returned to normal, the doctors explained what happened; He'd been attacked, something with claws that was out for blood. The side of his face was stitched up, but it would forever leave a scar. 
He'd asked, once he was able to stay awake long enough, how he was alive; The doctors just shook their heads and said someone dropped him off in front of the Hospital. Then he'd asked who he was. The doctor gave him his wallet with his ID, Evner Potrivi from Maine, and suggested he go home to familiar surroundings to help with his memory.
He did, he searched for his family only to find he had none, searched for his school only to not be in any files. It was as if he hadn't existed. He got menial jobs, hard labor and anything other people wouldn't take, and used what he made to buy a used motorcycle to ride around Maine, sleeping wherever he found shelter.
He went after the newly dubbed 'Demons' that had been cropping up and came too close for his liking, and he found out it was a Demon that had attacked him initially. He went after them harder after that. 
Something kept bugging him over the past month, though...a niggling in the back of his mind, telling him to go find someone, someone else in Maine. He was able to ignore it for a while, but after three weeks, it's still an itch he can't scratch; So he got on his motorcycle with a dufflebag on his shoulders and he took off, heading towards the feeling in his mind.

[B]Power/Weapons:[/B] >Intuitive Aptitude: The power to instantly learn and understand the complexity and exactness of organisms, objects, and even powers without the need of long-term or special education.
>He carries a Colt 1911 that has as many symbols as possible carved into it, just in case they help at all against the demons.

[B]Power Limitations:[/B] There aren't limitations really except the fact that he must be near someone/thing to know how it works before he can replicate the function. The further from the source he gets, the less powerful, and eventually he cannot remember how the power or object functions and cannot replicate it until he comes across it again.

[B]Location:[/B] Maine

[B]Other:[/B] >He's gay
>He's constantly searching for ways to retrieve his memory
>Evner hates being in enclosed spaces, that's why he rides a motorcycle instead of driving.
>He has an irrational distaste for animals[/hider]

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[B]Name:[/B] Corey Simmons
[B]Gender:[/B] Female
[B]Age:[/B] 15

[B]Looks:[/B] She is not pale but not exactly tan with long, curly brown hair going down to her upper waist. Her hair is layered with side bangs and usually pulled back in a long braid down her back. Her eyes used to be dark brown from the day she was born. About a week ago, she woke up and they were a deep ocean blue. She is tall for her age, standing at 5'11 and still growing. Her arms and legs are long and muscular due to a mix of archery and hockey over the years. Corey never leaves the house without some sort of hat or headband.
Personality: There's two sides of Corey. She can quiet girl at the back of the class the or happy, bubbly girl talking to her friends. Normally, she tends to mind her own business due to the fact that she only has a few friends. Most people tend to stay away from her, she doesn't know why. She just figured that's how teenagers worked. She isn't afraid of standing up for something she believes in. If she doesn't like someone, she let's it show. People used to make fun of her for snapping so easily when they teased her.
History: Corey was born in Portland, Maine. She lived there all her life. Her life was normal, up until about a week ago when her powers appeared. She lived with 2 older brothers, 2 dogs and her mom. Her dad passed away while serving overseas in Afghanistan when his plane was taken down by enemy guns on a rescue mission. She was about 7 when that happened. She recovered after a few years of mourning and depression. She couldn’t fly, play hockey, or even watch her dads favourite tv show without getting reminded of him and almost having a breakdown. When she started the eighth grade, she was finally knocked on her feet and came to peace with the fact that her father was gone. Everyday she still thinks of her dad, but she doesn’t let that stop her from doing things she loves in life like it used too.
She grew up in Maine playing hockey and doing archery. Her dad and two brothers were the ones that introduced her to hockey when she was 4, and she hasn’t stopped. They couldn’t get her off the ice after that. Corey later made it to not only Maines’ best team, but one of the best teams in the nation.
Everything was fine in Corey’s life, she had three great school friends, a great hockey team and a happy family. Then her mom and brothers disappeared, about a week ago. They were on a trip to New York city, and then she heard what has been spreading, along with the rest of the city. People started packing up, moving up north to canada. Only about half the residents remain in Portland, Corey being one of them, just waiting and figuring out what her next move should be, with only the company of her two dogs.

[B]Power/Weapons:[/B]
She's has the power to control water and fire.
Her main weapon is a bow and/or knife, depending on the situation.

[B]Power/Weapon Description:[/B]
1. Her choice weapon is a bow, but when she doesn't have it she has some sort of knife in her pocket. She uses a compound bow and has a quiver that will hold up to 15 arrows. She knows how to craft her own arrows, with the right materials (although it doesn’t take much).
2. Her favorite knife is a old hunting knife with a carved bone handle and silver blade. In the handle there's a blue howling wolf carved into the side of it.
3. She can bend all forms of water and fire, solid liquid or gas.
Power Limitations: It takes some sort of water around her to be able to bend it, it can’t just come out of nowhere, usually from a cloud or plants or just a nearby river, sometimes even if it’s humid in the air. Fire comes from the heart, unlike water. She can also get very tired out if she tries a move that takes a lot of energy.

[B]Location: Portland, Maine[/B][/hider]

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[B]Name:[/B] Kenneth "Twitchy" Tomlinson
[B]Gender:[/B] Male
[B]Age:[/B] 25

[B]Looks:[/B] Kenneth is a young man, Light skinned, Shoulder Length Red hair, Fairly lithe, not entirely impressive physically, though he's tougher than he looks thanks to doing lots of work in his Father's Factory. About the strangest feature he'd define about himself are his eyes, his iris' being mixed colored rings of Red at the center, out to yellow, green, then dark blue [my actual eyes are like this XD].

His Casual attire tends to consist of Baggy Tan Boy-scout pants with Removable pant-legs at the knee's, removed [dude, those pants are TOUGH! o.o], and a Long sleeved black T-shirt with the logo of his Family's business on it, a Large T&L Clichely wrapped in flames, and of course Signature Sun-glasses.

Of course, one with a choice tends to change their preffered attire when demons start running about causing trouble, Adding a compact sleeveless combat Vest, also black, double wrapped waist Bandolier/belt with a number of pockets and slots for tools or ammo, and... well... Pant-legs kept on XD

He also Favores a Black Leather Trench-coat to cover it all up, white fluff around the wrists, Base, and Neck, and a series of additional inside pockets and slots, throw in a back-pack for maximized storage and he's pushing his limits if he fills everything up... If it's not obvious, he likes black, it helps tremendously when sneaking around.

[B]Personality:[/B] Kenneth is your typicaly unquenchable gun-nut, He grew up around guns, he loves guns, he loves to put them together, take them apart, add things to them, tune them, tweak them, mod them, paint them... His dream is to create a new generation of guns fueled by his wild imagination, make stuff most people would just scoff at as fantasy... and his second most prised possession, next to his personally customized fire-arms, is his laptop, packed to the brim with designs and data games and... and... stuff!

Twitchy is actually a nickname he got when he was younger, born of his kindof 'flimsy build' back then, it's part of what has helped drive him to toughen up, though he doesn't look like much on the out-side with fairly lithe proportions, he's all 'tough nerd' under that Trench-coat.

He likes to play himself off as creepy and tough, even going so far as to quote cheesy catch-phrases from favorite movies or games and dressing like a complete soldier goth tosser! But there's a reason he prefers to sneak around instead of fight head-on, He doesn't like to admit, but his nerves still get kindof twitchy when he has to face something dangerous face to face. He's pretty intelligent usually and good at maximizing the value of time-spent, but he can lose focus quickly when directly in the face of danger.

[B]History:[/B] Kenneth is the son of the Current Owner of T&L, Tomlinson & Leonard, Manufacturing, or what's left of it... but moving on. His family runs a little over half of a sizeable Arms Factory, they're not exactly Famous or anything, but large enough that 'Twitchy' has plenty of spare parts to tinker with and spare cash from work to have his own little collection... Granted, Things changed when demons started popping up.

Of course, the City and local areas started pouring in orders for Guns and ammunition of all kinds, the Factory jumped right into over-drive, you'd think there was a war brewing... or the city folk were just scared pissless... Of course, smaller jobs were given to the ones who had less experience, to make sure the production process was as fluid as possible, so for the first while after the demon's started appearing, Kenneth got to spend a lot of time on the roof or in a window with half a dozen other people, picking off anything 'monstery' that came at em... or, time that he spent staring off into space in the direction of some strange feeling he kept getting... but he had a job to do.

Most of em didn't quite notice it, but Kenneth started picking up on hints of changing tactics, hints that the other chose instead to 'red-neck' about [you know what i means], certain sides of the building got less/more approaches on some days, they'd start waiting till a shipment was moving out and attack, then there was 'that time' when a few days passed with relative peace, then suddenly a swarm poured in on one side, way too many for a handful of un-prepared guns to hold off, and an Evacuation was sounded. The shop locked down and Kenneth found himself on one of 3 Over-loaded trucks speeding away, waving off some family on the next truck over as everyone split up to make one more delivery then hunker down in Shelters.

Kenneth though, saw a different chance, a chance to follow that nagging pull in the back of his mind... so he loaded up and bolted on his own... anybody would think he's completely insane going off alone, but he had plenty of confidence that he could hide away and conserve ammo and all that... right? :D

[B]Power/Weapons:[/B]
Compact Combat Vest
Bandolier Belt
Trench-coat
Back-pack
Laptop [It's a weapon... OF DEVELOPMENT!]
Colt Mk.5 Anaconda
Calico M950 9mm "Pistol"
Kel-tech KSG Shotgun
Barret XM500
Shadowmancy

[B]Power/Weapon Description:[/B]
[i]Compact Vest[/i]
A Simple black Sleeveless Compact Combat Vest, Strapped around the torso with reduced armor in favor of reduced rate, light armor layer on the inside of the vest to protect vital areas, 1 large pocket on either side contain Additonal Drum clips for Calico. For-ward slots on either side of The Vest's center contain a Row of 7 shotgun Shells. Other Secondary pockets contain Energy bars and Packs of Bubblegum.

2 X Calico Drums - 100 9MM rounds total
14 X Shotgun shells
6 X Energy bars
4 X Packs of bubblegum

[i]Bandolier Belt[/i]
A Black Double Bandolier belt, The Rear containing on either side Slips that hold a Clip for the Barret in each, Flanked by Pockets holding a number of tools. Along the upper level of the belt on either side is a string of Shell slots that hold 14 Shotgun shells on each, and the layer below it contains ammo for his anaconda, a total of 4 slots to hold speed loaders [Note: only 2 speedloaders are actually present], and a total of 24 Individual bullet slots on either side.... the very front has a hanging plate to protect from crotch shots... Demon's have a sick sense of humor.

2 X Barret Clips - 20 .50BMG
28 X Shotgun Shells
48 X .44 Magnum
12 X .44 Magnum in speed loaders
Basic Maintenance tools

[i]Trench-coat[/i]
Black thick Leather trench-coat.
Large inside pockets in the back hold 2 total Additional Clips for Barret, flanked by 2 additional drums for Calico. Large inner pocket on the right side holds a pile of 30 Extra .45 Caliber rounds, with room to spare. Other slots inside the Jacket hold a collection of Rescued Maintenance and modification tools, as well as bits of replacement parts for his current weaponry.

2 X Barret Clips - 20 .50BMG
2 X Drums - 100 9MM Rounds
30 X Assorted .45 Magnum
Maintenance and modification tools
Replacements parts.

[i]Back-pack[/i]
The Most weight in the back-pack are the Ammo boxes, 1 for each type of ammo he uses, meaning 4, chock full, but totally useless without time to divy up the bullets between clips.
There's also a slot for his laptop in it.
The Backpack also contains a Collection of Surplus MREs and a Medical Kit, some additional Energy bars, as well as a few bottles of water in the outter pockets.

[i]Laptop[/i]
It contains... lots of stuff...more important, there's an impact on the casing of Richard the warlock, with a Certain 4th wall breaking Pink Abomination on his shoulder.

[i]Anaconda[/i]
Revolver - 6 Shot - Long Barrel = Medium Range - .44 Magnum - Right Torso Holster

Modded with Make-shift blade aroud the handle both protecting the fingers and allowing under-handed stabs.

[IMG]http://world.guns.ru/userfiles/images/handguns/usa/revolver/1287756541.jpg[/IMG]

[i]Calico[/i]
Submachine-Pistol - Drum clip = 50 rounds - Short range - 9MM - Left Jacket Holster

[IMG]http://world.guns.ru/userfiles/images/smg/smg57/calico950.jpg[/IMG]

[i]KSG[/i]
Dual Tube Pump Action Shotgun - Double Tube loading = 14 Shells - Short Range - Buck-shot - Back of waist Holster

Modded with a For-ward Bayonet-Dagger on the Pump handle

[IMG]http://world.guns.ru/userfiles/images/shotgun/1296039117.jpg[/IMG]

[i]Barret[/i]
Sniper Rifle - Clip = 10 Rounds - Long Range - .50BMG - Heavy - Slung over Back favoring right shoulder

[IMG]http://world.guns.ru/userfiles/images/sniper/sn73/barrett_xm500.jpg[/IMG]

[i]Shadowmancy[/i]
Currently Discovered: Technically he hasn't discovered these yet, but he will soon enough.
Lesser Fading: Darkening himself physically to blackness, doesn't actually 'conceal' or protect, just makes him harder to see, especially in dark places, does not conceal weapon flash or sound.

Shadow whip: Currently Limited to a single one, Range of about 10 feet, Sharp tip, but otherwise only partially solid. can be used to grab things within about 8 foot distance.

[B]Power Limitations:[/B] The Level of skill he has with his Shadowmancy directly limits the range of most of his abilities.
Especially Bright light Naturally disrupts Shadows, though 'simple' ambient light or 'cloudy' sun-light is usually manageable.
Most of his Abilities are Support or Stealth type in natural, leaving him lacking in direct offensive power... usually.
He tends to focus on his gun-play a lot, typically leading to his overall 'power' being ammo heavy.

[B]Location:[/B] Austin, Texas[/hider]

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He’s about 5’11, with green eyes and brown hair. His build is fairly rugged and heavy, although not overly so, just enough to suggest hard labour. 

[b]Name:[/b] Nathan Vickers
[b]Gender:[/b] Male
[b]Age:[/b] 27

[b]Personality:[/b] Nathan isn’t the most serious person, but he does act his age and in a mature manner. Nevertheless, he’s been described as an energetic individual who isn’t afraid to do things, even if it might take more work on his part. In that same vein, he can be a bit hard-headed when he meets a challenge, often channeling all that energy into the task.

One notable aspect of his personality is most easily seen through interactions with others, namely his independence. He’s very much a self-directed person, not quite fitting into the leader-follower roles. Thanks to that mindset, he tries his most not to rely on others, while expecting the same from others. He won’t leave you to rot, but he’s not going to baby sit people either. 

[b]History:[/b] Born in America, Nathan didn’t spend most of his life in the USA. He was relatively young, only about seven years of age when a rather clean divorce separated his parents. Strangely enough, instead of remaining in his birthland with his mother, Nathan was brought over to Greece by his father. The distance didn’t keep him from either of his parents though, they were well off enough that Nathan often travelled to the States for the summer to spend with his mother and her family. There might not have been love between his parents, but they did love their child.

So, yes, he did live a pretty privileged life, being able to fly between and live in the two countries. Met a few interesting characters over the years on the planes as well. One of them convinced him to start Mandarin, though that was when he was quite young and still easily influenced. Another gave him a fascination with sleight of hand, dazzling the young child with just a coin and a deck of cards. 

Following high school, the tradition was broken thanks to the mandatory service of Greece, but by then everyone was an adult and a few months off schedule didn’t mean the end of the world. He still went back that year, just a few months later, albeit that would be the last of his yearly trips back to the States. He still visited, just not as often as other responsibilities began to pile up. 

He never did attend university, opting to enter the workforce directly after his mandatory service. Bouncing around from job to job, he never did hold one for more than a few years before he moved on. He was visiting his mother in lieu of leaving his fourth job in the past decade, when the whole debacle began and left him stranded in the States.

[b]Power:[/b] [i]Reactive Adaptation[/i] - Exactly what it says on the tin. Nate’s ability allows him to adapt to situations he may find himself in. He can’t exactly control which adaptations occur, but he can nudge his power in certain directions. Long days of constant marching will cause his power to kick in and improve stamina and endurance, while constant pressure may cause the brain to adapt to better handle the strain.

[b]Power Limitations:[/b] At the moment the name is ill suited, since the power isn’t exactly reactive. It takes quite a bit of time for any adaption to advance to the point where it is useful, typically hours if not days. With further practice and experience, adaptations can occur in the span of an hour to minutes. However, adaptations always take time to reach their full effectiveness. At the moment, it may not be days or weeks until his adaptation “maxes” out so to speak, but more experience will reduce the time needed.

He is only capable of holding onto three adaptations for prolonged periods of time at the moment. In time, Nate will grow to hold up to ten, but that’s a long time in the coming.

The adaptation are within reason. Something like an increased tolerance for temperature extremes may be possible, but he will never be able to take a swim in magma.
In the same vein, his adaptations are mostly defensive or utility oriented. He will never gain an offensive ability with his adaptations, ie, firing shards of bone, spitting acid, etc.

[b]Weapons:[/b] [i]Bolo Machete w/ Saw[/i] - Your standard tip heavy bolo machete. It’s seen some use, but is well maintained. The back is ridged and functions as a saw, adding a bit of functionality. It’s still mainly a survival tool, but also serves well as a weapon.

[i]M1911 w/ Red Dot & Suppressor[/i] - Standard .45 ACP round handgun. Fitted with a red dot sight and a suppressor, the firearm is for close range when he would rather not get up and personal. It’s not exactly stealthy, but at least it won’t have Demons flocking to him from blocks away. He carries around 10 standard seven round magazines loaded, in addition to ammunition. 

[b]Location:[/b] Texas

[b]Other:[/b] In-state to visit family. 
Has experience with firearms, though he doesn’t personally own any.
Fluent in English, Greek, and Spanish, Nathan is also conversational in Mandarin.
Does have military service, though it was quite some time ago. Still remembers the basics though.
He's agnostic if it matters.
Carries around a standard bug out bag, albeit with a bit more supplies than usual. It weighs about 50lb. so it's a bit heavier than he should be carrying, but for one reason or another it's not too much of a bother to him.[/hider]

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[b]Name:[/b] Della Lane 
[b]Gender:[/b] Female
[b]Age:[/b] 23
[b]Looks:[/b][IMG]http://i43.tinypic.com/jijq5d.jpg[/IMG]
[b]Personality:[/b] She’s no trained fighter, having acquired whatever offensive skills she has through experience on the road, and as such her tactics range from ‘fleeing if possible’ to ‘fighting like an opportunistic maniac’ - both of which go hand in hand with her eagerness to survive, but also her eagerness to fight. Despite the world going to crap she’s still rather trusting of others, even defensive, if she’s taken a particular liking to someone. Being ‘world-wise’ she knows how to read people’s intentions, which has saved her getting in trouble on more than one occasion in the past. She can be sarcastic and playful towards people who either insult or play along with her, which allows her to build up relationships quite easily, as well as ease tensions. Her tenacious, more mature side comes into play when she fights, or when another person’s life falls on her shoulders.

[B]History[/B]Born to a teacher for a father and a struggling artist for a mother, Della was never pressured into fulfilling any particularly tasking career. Wanting to study photography and photojournalism more than anything, she took up the hobby from a young age, occasionally sharing tips with her mother and submitting works in contests to earn a little cash on the side. She had an easy childhood as a single child (or so she says),had many friends, and was an average but polite student. When she finished high school she travelled, having completed enough of a qualification to do what she had always wanted, where she eventually landed in Italy, and not long after that, Rome. 

She had been comfortably planted there for four months when she heard about the supposed ‘demon’ pandemic. As the truth unfolded around her, she found herself fearing for her parents, and abandoned her temporary home to catch the soonest flight back to California. 

Entering the family home, all was dark, and she didn’t need much more of a sign that something was wrong until a crash in the distance drew her into the kitchen. Her mother was sprawled on the tiles, bloodied face and body, with some giant monstrosity lurching over her - though to Della, whether it wanted to kill or to eat her was unclear. Without so much as a pause the teenager instinctively grabbed the nearest object and smashed it over the thing’s head, only stopping until she had completely crushed its skull and prevented it from so much as drawing a single breath, let alone thinking of doing so. 

Things calmed down for the family after that, even though there was panic in the streets. Her mother had survived, miraculously, though she was hospitalised for a number of weeks, her father by her side every moment until she recovered. Feeling a calling elsewhere, Della left home, urging her parents to barricade the house and leave only when they had to. 

[b]Power/Power Description[/b]
[i]Blood Control (Hemokinesis): The ability to manipulate her or another person’s blood, either to heal or to cripple them.[/i]
[i]Healing[/i]
-Increasing blood flow grants a massive adrenaline boost, greatly increasing endurance and allowing the target to take more hits before pain becomes a more pressing factor. However, increasing the rate of flow can also be dangerous, as overdoing it too quickly and in large amounts can put too much strain on their heart. Effects are temporary but longer lasting when she uses it on herself, as compared to using it on another, where the effects are much shorter lived.

- Decreasing blood flow can have soothing effects, allowing the target to slow their breathing and heart beat in order to calm the body after exercising, fighting or going into shock. Decreasing their heart rate can also provide muscle release/relaxation, much like a painkiller.

- Can coagulate a small amount of blood on or just under the surface of a person’s skin, therefore hindering the flow of blood to a specific area, such as a wound, and preventing them from bleeding out. Clots inside the bloodstream itself can prove fatal. If blood cannot be drawn from the wound to be used as a clotting factor, she will use a small amount of her own blood and spread it over the surface, though only if it is completely necessary.

- By increasing her white blood cell count she can counter and eliminate practically any foreign pathogens that have entered her bloodstream. However, her body cannot immediately sense the threat until symptoms have begun to show, and this aspect of her ability can only be used on herself. She must also be in a resting state to be able to concentrate on the task at hand.

- Della‘s hemokinesis also allows her to act as a human blood transfuser by drawing the blood out through a small amount of skin or a wound,( either her own blood or someone else’s). Once the blood has been collected, if it has been sourced from another target, it can then be held in her body and converted into her own blood type, or converted into another type (if needed) and then transfused out again. However, she cannot transfuse [i]someone else[/i] with her own blood (if they are of a different type) as they do not have her ability of converting it.

[i]Defense/Offense[/i]
- Can detonate small amounts of her or another person’s blood. E.g. she will cut herself, throw or spray the blood onto an enemy, and then ‘activate’ the red blood cells through something similar to cytolyses, exploding them, though at a much more violent pace.

-Can solidify blood particles in order to shape small objects or weapons, though the larger they are, the more blood that is required, and longer it will take her to get her energy back.

[b]Location:[/b] Oakland, California

[b]Equipment:[/b] Backpack full of food, a bedroll and a number of other useful items including a box of matches, standard medkit, blanket, iPod nano, mobile phone, satellite phone, a flashlight and a pair of binoculars. For defence she uses a engraved Tanto sword (refitted antique)(‘To Mark, From Pa’), Marksman Slingshot (12 pellets) and a Bowie knife. 

[b]Other:[/b] 
-Her father and grandfather used to collect antique weapons, mostly swords and daggers.
-Her hair is naturally red.[/hider]