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Samir Serrano; Short App; PM

Name: Samir Serrano
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Hometown: Mossdeep, Hoenn

Appearance:

Height: 5'8 ft 173 cm / Weight: 161 lbs 73 kg / Build: athletic / Eyes: hazel / Hair: black / Style: casual and preppy

Personality: Sam is a quicksilver sort of character, fast and flighty and difficult to ground. This shows both in his relationships - he's never been close to someone long enough to call them his best friend, much less a partner - and his temperament, demonstrated by his annoying complete lack of social perception and tact. He despises introspection, preferring to focus more on the future than the present, and not at all on the past. He's eager to make his own way in the world, to the point of selfishness; he neither wants nor needs anyone, with the simple exception always having been pokémon. People are judgmental and needy, but pokémon always carry their fair share, with no expectations, just simple acceptance. A powerful team of his own is all he wants, something to guarantee nothing and no one will ever hold him back or knock him down ever again.

Profession: Pokémon Trainer
Talents: Sam is a low-level psychic, not anything like a psychic pokémon or some of the more dedicated psychic-type trainers out there, but he can sense the moods and personalities of those around him, and communicate via simple telempathic thoughts. He cannot move nor control anything or anyone with his mind, nor can he outright read minds or memories, he deals only with 'feelings'. Sam was once a thief, and as such got quite good at sneaking and stealing, as well as a good eye for figuring out what something is worth. He also has a certain charisma, able to easily leave good impressions on people, with just enough cunning to be good at lying without getting caught.
Inventory:

timer ball x 5 / premier ball x 1 (in-use) / potion x 2 / antidote x 2
casual outfit x 3 / smartphone x 1 / Kanto map x 1 / snacks x 5
backpack x 1 / hammock x 1 / bike x 1
toiletries / identification / money

Starter Pokemon: Magnes, short for Magnesium, is a young and cautious Beldum Sam acquired from a shady breeder through less than reputable means.

Biography: Sam's parents weren't bad people, but they weren't very good parents either. The Drs. Serrano were engineers and inventors who retired to Hoenn from Orre after their contractor cut them loose. He didn't learn until after their deaths that they'd been working for a villain called Cipher. They passed when he was only fifteen, an experiment of theirs failing spectacularly and leading to their slow decline in a hospital bed.

It wasn't long before Sam was scrambling for money to pay for both his needs and his bills. Luckily Team Rocket became active in the city about that time, and though he mostly stayed out of their way the distraction they caused for the police allowed him to sharpen his burglary skills largely unnoticed. He committed a handful of thefts against the city's upperclass, stealing valuable objects that wouldn't much be missed and fencing them for a quick lump of cash to get him by.

He was caught only once, and not by the police. Team Rocket had been staking out his latest target, a ship carrying cargo for a local breeder who was up to something suspicious, not that Sam ever found out what exactly. He was just about to swipe a whole box of TMs when the villains accosted him for moving in on their score. They taunted him by threatening to tie him up and toss him overboard, and when he made to run their pokémon attacked him, damaging another of the breeder's cargo crates and revealing a cache of pokéballs. Wasting no time he swiped the first one within reach and released it to defend himself with. The Beldum managed to hold them off long enough for the breeder himself to intervene, and rewarded/bribed Sam by allowing him to keep his Beldum provided he told no one about anything that had been seen or heard that night.

After that scare, and now armed with a pokémon partner, Sam went legit and cut his criminal ties. He left Mossdeep and acquired legal funds enough to get him started and set out to expand his team and get strong enough that desperation and danger became a thing of the past.

Notes/Other:

Samir ffd966 / Magnes 5d7a78 / HeartGold <3
Sam prefers pokémon of a certain "floaty" disposition, types that levitate, fly, or defy the laws of gravity are all of interest to him, meaning most of his catches will by dragon, flying, ghost, or psychic types, with the occasional bug type thrown in.

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Alexander and Cleopatra Helene; Short App; Fant

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Appearance:

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Name: Alexander “Ali” and Cleopatra “Cat” Helene

Species: Demigods, Human

Age: 20

Skills:

As children of a witch’s commune in Southern California, Ali and Cat are well aware of the magical underground and all the intricacies of the limbo between worlds. They have a solid basic mystical education, particularly in the fields of astrology, divination, lithomancy, and herbalism, which are often derided as mundie magic.

From their divine heritage the two were born with the minor abilities to bend light and sound.

Part of what secured their acceptance into The Villa was their own custom spell, a bonding ritual that has unique effects based on the individuals involved. Because of their spell they are now able to share thoughts, emotions, and even magic just by touching one another, and each has a bond with their own familiar allowing them to communicate across species.

Nature:

Most would describe them as odd, and bizarrely attached to one another, even for twins, but their family calls them only special. They are free spirits and optimists, seeing the world through rose colored lenses and the kind of enviable cheer only the truly good and happy are capable of. Attached at the hip, sometimes literally as they go everywhere arm in arm, and usually bare footed while they’re at it, Ali and Cat are best friends and confidants in every way that matters, and even the ways that dont.

Despite their similar dreamy expressions, there are some differences. Ali is the more excitable and childish one, eager and creative, while Cat is more restrained and relaxed, mature and analytical.

Nurture:

Located in Grechuerta, California, their community is a magically isolated neighborhood that is a part of the Los Angeles Fontes, one of the more influential American members of the Incantente. Their mother is Governess Roxane Helene of the LA Fonte, and their assumed father is Anton Cabello, a nurse at the local hospital who doubles as a healer for the local underground.

There had always been something odd about the twins’ conception, but it wasn’t anything anyone spoke about in public or within earshot of the children. Whatever was off never turned out badly as some suspected it might, instead as the twins grew they brought much needed joy to Grechuerta, being both happy and sweet children as well as talented little witches. There wasn’t a single neighbor they met that didn’t love them, and their gifts were cultivated early, despite their busy schedules in mundane school with them being part of every co-ed club willing to accept them.

Anton Cabello became their mother’s lover a few years after they were born, and for all intents and purposes became their step-father. With his support and help raising the children Roxane was able to pursue her dream of becoming Governess of the LA Fonte, which held over fifty covens under its name throughout Southern California. She eventually obtained the position and became a proxy in the Incantente, joining in the campaign to obtain enough influence to pressure Mosaic into opening up to the rest of the underground.

Receiving the application, Ali and Cat put together a dual resumé-esque profile for the both of them, detailing their accomplishments and skills as if they were one person- and given their identical results on any and all magical readings and tests, the Dean didn’t bother trying to treat them as separate persons anyway.

Other:

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Races and Realms

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Consanguineous Classes of Race by Realm

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Quintetherium:

Not a realm exactly, but rather a term meaning all of the quintessential godly realms. Many of them were forged by their residents, and are only as big as they need to be, and others are tiny biospheres attached to said realms, but on the whole they are minor things, not very large or populous and certainly not places a traveler wishes to find themselves. Thankfully these realms are cleverly designed and closely guarded, meaning breaching them by accident is nigh impossible, and only by invitation may a mortal enter. A rare occurrence to say the least.

GODS, DEITIES, DIVINES:

Slowly and steadily over the past century the gods have begun to once again take an interest in Earth. The ages where humans were novel, where their civilizations were idyllic, and the gods were worshiped the world over in a thousand different tongues, have all come and past, and they have cared little for the drab backwater the planet became, but since the great spikes in population and technology, the deaths of millions in world-spanning wars, and the returned relevancy of magic in the world, some among the gods are once again tricking, enchanting, and dallying upon the mortal plane, though still much less so than in centuries past, and sightings remain extremely rare and difficult to confirm.

ETHEREALS, SERAPHS:

Often related to or even classed as gods, ethereal beings are powerful conduits of exotic energies, often described as holy or virtuous in nature. Some believe angels to be a kind of ethereal, but on the whole not much is known about these distant beings. Rarely, if ever, have they ventured to Earth, or any other realm, and when they did they acted through blessings and encouragements upon others, never directly of their own actions.

DEMONS, DEVILS:

A true demon is a manifestation of abyssal energies. Where ethereals are associated with the free void and the unbound winds, demons are painted as anchored beings of dark fire, tethered to shadowy realms they are unable to escape - at least not on their own. They take many forms and have many powers, no two demons being the same, but all share a wicked streak as contentious and sinful hedonists. Being bound as they are, and always willing to play with mortals, they are much more well known than ethereals and thus there is a much greater understanding of them.

Terrarium:

A fancy Muze term for Earth. As far as realms go this world is not especially notable. It is not the most advanced in either science, magic, or technology, nor is it the most populous or the largest or smallest. If Earth were to win any awards it might perhaps be for most demons summoned. Rather telling really.

HUMANS:

The majority of Earth is divided among human governance, and in that they are unique. Few other realms are so vastly spread and divided as humans have made Earth. Even before their Age of Colonization humans lived on every continent and only very few islands lacked any human presence. Their lifespans are not especially short or long, lasting about a hundred years at most. Most of their race has at least some talent for magic, though very few ever realize that potential. Their technology has followed an increasingly bizarre path of development; burning fossil fuels, atomic weapons of mass destruction, even breaching the void to study space flight, but even taking these advances into account they are still vastly outclassed by other races.

Interestingly the majority of their race have forgotten the ways of magic, and over the last century a 'Masquerade' has been put into effect by the developing secret witching communities, charming and enchanting and hacking their way into obscurity from the public.

DEMIGODS, GODLINGS:

As the gods become more active on Earth, they leave behind half-blooded children in their wake. These children are mortal, and often never learn of their lineage, living above-average lives as above-average humans without ever learning a hint of magic. Being god-powered doesn't exactly equate to being the second coming of Sheba however, instead they may simply inherit the less arcane traits of their divine parents, and earn blessings or gifts here and there when their parents deign to watch over them from afar.

ABERRANTS, CRYPTIDS, HYBRIDS:

While technically these creatures have existed, and sometimes still do, in other realms, they are viewed differently on Earth. They are creatures and beings corrupted from a mundane template into something magical, usually done by gods, but sometimes done by powerful witches. These could be one of a kind individuals, and others could be a whole race of their own right, such as the transformative and transmissible strains of the many breeds of lycanthropes and strygans (which are vampires and ghouls). Never has any one kind of hybrid been populous by any definition, but that is especially true in the modern day. While magic and the communities associated with it have grown stronger recently, the rise of witches has not been favorable to ‘monsters and half breeds’, but they do still exist, though some might wish otherwise.

The Lotus Lands:

Otherwise known as Faerie, it is self explanatory that these are the home of the faeries.

FAERIES:

Meddlers in the extreme, faeries are enigmatic and cunning folk with a penchant for manipulating others on a grand scale. They have remained the most powerful mortals for thousands of years simply by virtue of their magic. They are mortal only by the barest definition; magic extends their lives for millennia, and fallen faerie knights have been witnessed being called from the grave to live and fight again. Their armies are vast and skilled, their people educated and decadent, and their realm defies each and every law of physics. Those who venture into their courts often don't return, or when they do they cannot remember what they saw.

ELVES:

As a people they are closely aligned with the Fae, entering into contract with them thousands of years ago and becoming their students, and now their allies. Some view them as a lesser faerie race, and they would not be wrong to do so. Elves have much faerie blood, and faeries have much elvish blood, sometimes the line between one and another is so blurred it cannot be measured. They are responsible for the term 'Mice' in reference to Muzes, having derided explorers as mice traipsing through the fields and gardens where they weren't wanted but ultimately were inconsequential. Given the arrogance of elves they were likely referring to all humans, but many witches adopted the term for Muzes simply because it incensed them so.

ORCS:

While that name has been vilified in popular portrayals, orcs aren't so bad in fact. They, like the elves, reside in the same lands as the Fae, but their ancestors turned away from the faerie pact. Some believe elves and orcs were the same race once, elves emerging from overexposure to faerie magics and faerie blood, while orcs became the more primitive tribal nomads spread across the far reaches of Faerie. Still, they're not the most friendly sort either, but certainly not servants of dark lords of any kind.

Darrobad:

DWARVES:

As the most advanced race known, the dwarven realm has vast mechanical grids stretching far underground. Their holds are huge deep beneath the surface and hold many thousands of citizens each, but a recent dispute with the faeries have brought their people much suffering. Farms across their many holds dried up and began to rot, forcing a people who did not know much magic to begin learning so they could break the many curses now infesting their world. Their return to the surface in search of food brought long forgotten disease and once eradicated infestations into their homes. Some holds are now believed to have more automatons than people in them, and the decline of a dwarven golden age seems set on the horizon.

HOBBITS:

A mysterious and simple folk, Hobbit villages fill tiny glades and valleys in certain parts of the surface world, where they existed as almost total unknowns to even the dwarves beneath their feet until the current crises brought dwarven traders to hobbit fields. There is very little to say about their race beyond that, they are rather boring to most.

Torunn:

Simply put? Troll Country. As far as civilized realms go, Torunn doesn't really count.

TROLLS:

Primitive and secretive, trolls are more enigmatic than even faeries. They are not particularly social, and it isn't uncommon for their status as sapient beings to be questioned. They are a diverse people that are good at hiding, and have - or possibly had - some kind of unique magic that granted them the ability to travel between worlds. Their lack of even the most basic intellectual or societal pursuits makes that doubtful to many though. Elaborate conspiracy theories sometimes hint at the trolls being more advanced than any other mortal race, but such designs are to be disregarded and mocked at every opportunity.

GOBLINS:

They used to be slaves of the trolls, though how that happened is anyone's guess. One day there was a rebellion, and what could barely be classed as a war swept over the world. Technically the was never ended, as goblins soon turned into clannish pirates once free and often annoy the trolls as much as they annoy each other.
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Keynan Kostas

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House Marquedon

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To be a member of House Marquedon a mage must be both artful and capable, those lacking intuition or creativity will not get very far in their company. They welcome those with silver tongues and proficient skill sets, whilst deriding the unimaginative and inept. It can be hard to join the ranks of the House because of this, as beginners are often lured away by rival Houses before their abilities are able to reach their standards, but they make up for the lack of new blood with an abundance of old blood; members who were born and raised with Marquedon's own values.

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From the very beginning House Marquedon has been tightly intertwined with the arcana. Familiars and their bonds with mages are the House's strength, establishing the most rewarding and useful relationships with the entities existing outside the natural cycles of light and shadow. Outsiders will never know the true extent of just how far their contact goes, but it is rumored their leaders have a major arcana in their service.

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Rosales Delgado; Short App; Spacer

Passenger Entry:

Entry #002
Name: Rosales “Rose” Ali Delgado

Age: 25

Residence: Valencia, Earth
Homeland: Saturnalia, Titan
Occupation: Chief Officer (CO)

Appearance:

Height: 180 / 5’11
Weight: 80 / 176

• Hair: Straight, Brown
• Eyes: Hazel, Light Brown
• Skin: Light Brown, Tanned
• Features: Close kept facial hair, pierced ears.

Personality:

Rose has always been quietly restless, dissatisfied with a peaceful, average life. He seeks a deeper meaning to life, something to care for, something worth fighting for. Withdrawn is another good word to describe him, cautious in many ways, but also confident and self assured. He’s dependable, with a rare devious streak, but also stand-offish and inconsiderate, awkward even.

Abilities, Talents, Traits, Powers:

All Titanians know their gardens, be they alien or terran, in ground or in space, flowers or vegetables. If it lives they can make it grow, or come damn close to figuring it out. And if, coincidentally, they also know exactly what chemical fertilizers go together explosively, or what treated herbs result in sudden heart failure, well that’s just a happy accident isn't it?

As a colonial, Rose also has a good grasp of most skills needed to run a colony, being well versed in minor mechanics, electronics, construction, and agriculture, with a decent knowledge of what conditions are required to sustain terran life and how best to attain them.

Officially trained in the use of firearms and combat tactics, both on the ground and on the ship, with a good head for dealing with high stress situations and the intuition to give him just enough luck to score above average on the company board’s rosters.

Augs:

Cybernetic Lenses: Correct bad vision, minimally improve eyesight at range, in low light, and underwater.

Nano RegenBay (R. Arm): Thin implant under the skin of the right arm, allows charging and directing of nanites that assist in regenerating and recovering damaged cells, resulting in increased healing of minor wounds such as lacerations, contusions, and thermal damage.

Twitch Muscle Stimulator: Increased reaction time, enhanced movement speed, agility, and muscle growth.

History: Rose was born in a dome on Titan, in the colonial city-state region of Saturnalia, the capital of the planetary government and the oldest city on Titan. His parents were free spirits looking to get away from the ingrained mess that is Earth and start a life somewhere they could live peacefully, and yet still make a difference. They became influential members of the community despite being neither wealthy nor politically connected, and they helped mold Saturnalia’s community into what it is today. In many ways Rose and his parents are opposites; where they are vegetarians, he isn’t, where they are pacifists, Rose believes he should fight for his beliefs, and where they are avid socializers and active members of the community, Rose prefers a smaller, more private collection of friends. Still, they have many similarities, believing in the same causes if not quite the same method to achieve them, and they share hobbies and traditions that make keeping in contact with his family not at all a bother.

Rose gained his mothers’ nickname for him when he was young, the couple delighting in dying his hair every color they could think of until finally when he was six they dyed it pink. The short form of his name suddenly fit perfectly, even if it was stereotypically feminine, and it has stuck with him ever since. Now as an officer in private security, often among colleagues and comrades he doesn’t know well, he is instead mostly called his surname, Delgado, and rarely as Rosales when addressed off duty.

Rose vacationed to Earth after graduating, and was caught up in how big the cities are and how many different people live in them. He returned to Earth again in search of a job more exciting than could be found on peaceful Titan, and began working under a few different security deals before finally being snapped up by the company Superior due to his experience off world. Many companies or states with operations in space or on colonies often prefer to hire spacers or colonials for their workers, many of them simply more experienced and knowledgeable about space travel and colonial matters than most Terrans would ever be.

After two years employed by Superior, Rose was finally promoted to CO, Chief Officer, of the SSV Fitzgerald and has led a rather boring spin across the local cluster as second in command of the salvage vessel.

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Alekeros; Short App; God

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Appearance:

Name: Alekeros (Bennuryon, Calasir, Nephalia)

Embodiments:

• Trigonal: Like dualism, Alek believes that one thing will always have a direct, equivalent, affect on another, but he also believes there will also be the unforeseen tertiary side effect. Alek likes things in threes, and his pacts always have a hidden extra clause.
• Contracts: Give and take, balance, one thing must go so another may come. Alek watches carefully over his fair share of bargains, and will never break a deal or suffer to have one broken.
• Cthonic: Hidden underworlds and dark magics are highly alluring to Alek, and he dabbles heavily in the supernatural and the arcane.

Special Powers:

• Shadowsteps: Through study or talent or even natural gift, Alek can access and traverse the world of spirits with ease. With but a few short steps in the spiritual world, he can step back into the material world have traveled great distances at a fraction of the time.
• Infernal: Alek has great power with darker magics, calling upon the most cthonic and tartarean of magics with ease, and shaping them to his will. Brimstone, hellfire, and dark transmutations; Alek's favourite magics to use are based in blood, or in fire. It is why his eyes are always alight with a crimson flare.
• Pheonix: Shapeshifting comes easy to the immortals, and Alek is no different. He has a form of his own design, a great bird of flame and dark light; his feathers provide a radiance so great that their supreme temperature can almost be forgotten, and his face horned and violet, dripping with misting arcane powers.

Divine Artifacts:

• Demiurge, The Staff: Alek's staff is a shapeshifting focus of his will, used to call upon and direct magic and sorcery with greater skill, power, and precision. It can take on the form of a staff, or a wand, or even a pole-arm; but it never changes from it's linear shape.
• Sehen, The Mirror: Worn as a small triangular piece of jewelry dangling from his throat, Daimos is a mirror of far-sight and communication. It allows it's wearer to scry upon others or project his image forth to them - so long as he has found them in an unwarded place first.
• Virtuity, The Crown: It can change color and shape, gain and lose gemstone adornments, become pointed or simplistic, but it is always a softly glowing band sat above Alekeros' head - levitating like a true halo. It's abilities are subtle, but just as useful as the rest; the crown bestows enhanced perception, intelligence, wit. It has a voice of its own, whispering ideas and suggestions, observations and clues into it's wearer's mind.

Sacred Symbols:

• Firebirds: They are small and warm, and can be found all throughout Alek's domain. Red feathered, fluffy, and tiny, nesting in every nook and cranny.
• Triangles: In ritual, be it magical, alchemical, or religious, a heavy use of triangular motifs imply association with Alek, and can even be used by well-informed acolytes to invoke a deal with him.
• Red Eyes: It is well known that Alekeros', and all three of his aspects, have glowing red eyes. To mark two red dots on one's doors or walls would be to ask the god Alekeros to watch over their homes. to be born with flowing red eyes is to be born blessed and in favor with the Alekeros and have an affinity for his dark magics.

Nature: Alek is a recluse, quiet and inquisitive, but industrious and creative. Though he has a penchant for disturbing magic and dealings in unsavory locales, he is not generally regarded as an evil deity, but maybe he is a bit on the amoral side, lacking interest or knowledge of specific courtesies or niceties... or maybe he ignores those conventions on purpose.

Other:

Ever since he first emerged there has always been three distinct characters in his soul, these personalities he called aspects, and were part of him even if they could physically split from his core with ease. These aspects were also able to come to the fore, like a mask over his true self, and yet no less their own individual for being part of his greater self. Alekeros has three such aspects: First is Nephalia, a feminine aspect, she is clever and intelligent, with a streak for compassion and mothering, but there is a subtle darkness to her as well, a penchant for morbid humor and ruthless vindication. Second is Bennuryon, a masculine aspect, and he is thoughtful and inquisitive, steadfast, fair, and honest, but he is not without a fiery passion, and when riled he can gain a cutting tongue, and become brutal with a loose trigger for calling on hellfire and brimstone to turn his enemies to ash. The third aspect is more primal, and doesn't have a masculine or feminine preference, being fluid and allowing others to assume whatever they please. this aspect's name is Calasir, and they are the one furthest from Alek's core, being hot headed and ferocious, but also cold and detached, like an odd mix of Bennuryon and Nephalia, but this aspect takes on the form of a dark phoenix, and has overwhelming instinct for applying judicious use of powerful magics. These aspects have never caused Alekeros problems or a crisis of identity, instead they mesh fluidly and complement one another, allowing him greater physical reach and mental flexibility.

Alek's relationship with his fellow Immortal kin can be fraught at times, but he views each of them as family and would never endanger them, and while sometimes he takes advantage of particularly foolish mortals, his deals with his kin are always fair, even at great personal risk. His delving into their people's dark history with Re'tarlu and their shared bonds of secrecy over familial matters has brought them closer, perhaps even becoming his closest brother and most preferred partner to work with. The others he has grown more distant from, apart from a few whom he works on grander projects with, except Andriel... Their leader and the eldest of his kin, Alekeros finds her to be a solid support strut that their entire society would not be able to survive without, but also disagrees silently with her taking control of the Halo and all it's forces.

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Jack Zavala; Short App; SciFi

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NAME: Jack Zavala
AGE: 32
RACE: Test Tube Clone (Modified)
APPEARANCE:

JOB: Interface Tech
STARTING LOCATION: The Lair of Mirrors
STATS:
Endurance: 4
Expertise: 4
Interfacing: 6*
Intuition: 4
Strength: 3
Dexterity: 3

EQUIPMENT:
- One level 3 access card allowing access to interfacing hubs.
- One foldable and compact interfacing suit.
- A pistol with 12 bullets.
- A picking tool that enables basic mechanical work.

BIOGRAPHY:
Grown in 2067 on July 21, Jack was given to wealthy socialite parents Marissa and Davis Green, both whom dearly wanted the perfect son to come pledge their perfect lives. He was the first of their four test tube children; Michelle, Cody, and Tammy soon followed them home into their parents grand high-tech mansion. Michelle, the eldest girl, ran away from home at the earliest opportunity, much like he should have done. Cody… well he dug too deep into Father’s affairs, and they were forbidden from speaking his name ever again… but Jack knew where exactly where to find his brother.

So it was just he and Tammy in that horrid house, with it’s dazzling fixtures and glittering chandeliers, waited on by ever watchful robotic servants- subsentient mostly, or so his Mother claimed, but the look in Butler’s optical arrays sometimes made him wonder. They were relatively close for a while, until Jack picked his career and moved out, losing himself in his master plan, his brain practically plugged into the city-wide network as he researched and modified and experimented, losing himself in calculations and hypothesis… and then little Tammy showed up on his doorstep, now grown and wearing a S.E.C.U.R.I.T.Y. uniform. She said she’d taken care of everything… and she had.

Mother and Father were gone now, buried under the same pile of garbage they’d tried to throw their littlest brother under, and the Greens were nothing now. The rich socialite parents disappeared mysteriously, the immaculate test tube kids all went on with their lives - but were never heard from again. Jack Zavala became a highly placed specialist, a brilliant Interface Technician working to advance The Cape. Michelle Green, if that was even her name still, was lost in the wind and he did not find her again. Cody Morrison passed violently, the choices he made in the underbellies of the city caught up with him; in order to hide from his parents he’d had to go where they’d never look and do what they could never track… eventually one of many enemies and rivals found him. Tammy Nguyen joined the elite guard and enforcers, used her friends and influence in that force to get revenge on her parents, protect her siblings, and cover it all up - it was her who gave them all new surnames, new identities really, and it was perhaps her disappearance that made it all go wrong for Jack.

They grew up in a veritable golden age despite their familial troubles, life was good in The Cape, but then things started going down the drain for their city, and Jack was one who stepped up to get the training needed to run the city without the City-AI to guide them. It was one disaster after another in his adult life, billions of systems were collapsing, thousands were dying, and then…

Then Tam - the youngest sister who really he should have stepped up to protect and watch over instead of letting her become the self assured and confident protector of their family - she went missing. She was high-clearance, talented, worked for the government… he assumed she was fine for a lot longer than he should have. He never got the chance to go looking for her, never got a chance to even ask about her. Rioters sacked his appartment and Jack allowed himself to be swept down below amongst the struggling masses, the desperate survivors… but Jack had a dream, and apocalypse or not he was going to see it through.

Such was how he came to the Lair of Mirrors; as good a place as any to hide out, do some scavenging, and with the added bonus of maybe, just maybe, he would hit the jackpot- and if he didn’t, well what had he truly lost?

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[Ceta de Cloyes]

Locke Turner; Long App; SciFi Super

_{L O C K E T U R N E R
◄ 25 ▎ MALE - FTM ▎ 6" - 182.5 ►}

_{P R O F I L E}

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Locke is something of a starving artist, fitting into the stereotype both at first impression and as others learn more about him. He's often been described as being prone to ruminations and brooding, dedicated to his craft, and, of course, he's always had a signficant dearth of funds preventing him from fully realizing his dreams. Part of that perception stems from his appearance; dressed in plain clothes of solid colors, usually dark tones, all of them too loose or too tight, with a carefully trimmed face and messily tangled hair. Pretty, in his own way, and boyishly charming in his mannerisms. When he interacts with someone he does it with an attentive focus that can as intimidating as it is flattering, and his voice has a steady and clear quality to it that is nice, but high and sharp enough to seem mismatched to his more staid demeanor.

Constantly faced with new and unfortunate twists of fate, Locke is somewhat jaded to the misfortune of others, and reacts to his own woes with a mix of feigned nonchalance and resigned challenge. He's certainly not unused to fighting for every advantage or roughed-up speck of luck. The truth of his emotions can be hard to pin down, too often he straddles a line between avoidance and acceptance, a balancing act that works well for him... most of the time. Sometimes his little balancing act only lets his troubles stew into a cloud of tension that is difficult to work through.

As a general rule Locke is almost always presenting as relaxed and calm, lazy even, though in the privacy of his own head he's more mentally focused, quick-witted and easily distracted by errant thoughts. The exception to the rule is found when making his art; the composed mask of a man unfazed falls away, along with the rest of the world, leaving him bare and true to his feelings, allowing him a chance to really connect with his own emotions in a way that is as terrifying as it is liberating.

_{D A Y S - G O N E}

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A little orphan boy from a little orphan gang, for the most part anyway. His parents died when he was thirteen, and he was never told why, just shuffled along by an enforcer to an orphanage, along with his younger half-brother Keith. The matron noted their names down and promptly forgot about them, allowing them to be recruited into a proto-gang of thieving children and disappear onto the streets of New Brazil for hours at a time. Hours became days, days weeks, and then... well, then came Hook. He was an older boy, new to the orphanage, though definitely from the same streets Locke came from, instead he was a rougher sort, but they were instant friends. Hook, first name Gage, was more ambitious and street smart than any of the other kids, and he took over their little clan of criminal urchins and taught them all the tips and tricks to really suck them into a life of crime.

They called themselves the Battery, puns and japes about baseball and all the related gimmicks became their lingo. They were still little more than orphan ruffians, but with a swish name and a cooler, older kid egging them on? Locke and his brother quickly got themselves into more trouble than they could handle and only the intervention of one Jemma Reyes saved them from a disastrous end. Their "gang" was hired hired as lookouts and spies for an information dancer- no wait, a pole broker- nope still not right - a pole dancing information broker! Or something like that, Locke never did learn her official job description besides "looking pretty" and "recruiting gangsters at gun point" which was all he needed to know in all fairness. The Battery became subsumed by the Glitters, semi-adopted and semi-employed as "adorable little banditos".

At first Locke was more of an errand boy than anything else, until he began to truly get good at art and put his skills at design to work for the Glitters, improving their interior decor, advertisements, and other small things. Then, when that didn't pay enough and the Glitters decided he was age-appropriate they paid for his transition and in return he became a more direct entertainer, if a bit more low-key than the usual guises of Glitters' personnel. He had fangs added eventually, and then played up the "vampire" look for a bit with the red eyes and pale skin, occasionally mixing up hair colors, but never anything as extreme as the more extensive augments others preferred. He kept up with the other Battery kids, some of which had followed him to become more direct members of the Glitters and others, like Hook and his brother, that stayed more on the mercenary side of things. Sometimes he even joined in, when he was needed, or just when he wanted to, landing him more than a few offensive skill sets that proved useful way more than they ought to.

Things fell flat soon after his twenty-third birthday when Keith was killed. The details were sketchy and Hook was far too cagey for Locke's liking, ending their on-again off-again relationship on a particularly sour note. Keith had never liked Locke's sparse collection of augments, nor that Locke had practically given up on his art to be a piece of meat on display, so he stripped all of them out, returning to his natural coloration, reversed the fangs, and finally parted ways with the Glitters. Officially at least, he didn't leave his friends behind and occasionally took on small jobs for them, but for the most part he was independent for the first time in... ever.

Being independent sucked.

No money, no protection, no benefits - and he refused to work with that bastard Hook, a man he'd known and trusted for half his life but couldn't manage to spit out any details about why his only brother was dead. So he did literally anything else.

_{M E M O R I E S}

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• Ann and Jaime Turner: {Parents/Deceased} The Turners were more well to do than most, receiving a hefty paycheck for their work - not that Locke knows what that work was, just that his quality of life dropped drastically after they died. He still doesn't know the details, by the time he was old enough to demand more information he was too preoccupied to pursue it, and now whatever it was that led to their end has been thoroughly covered up.

• Keith Turner: {Half-Brother/Deceased} In a startling similarity that isn't lost on Locke, his brother Keith has also gone missing - presumed dead, if Hook is to be believed at least. Keith was the more serious and pragmatic of the two, and always encouraged his older brother to pursue the things that made him happy rather than settle for the hand fate had dealt him. Locke has taken that wish to heart since his death, better late than never right? So he hoped, anyway.

• Gage Hook: {Former Lover} Long-time childhood friend and fellow orphan, Hook was the one to raise him and the rest of the Battery from no-name street urchins to the Glitters' pets - and while that might not seem like an impressive niche it was one that kept them reasonably well-fed and protected. Now he runs what's left of the Battery as a militant group of infiltrators and mercenaries exclusive to the Glitters. Hook and Locke held a fractal relationship for years, never exclusive or serious, but always putting each other first. The death of Keith was followed by Hook's lackluster attempts to claim ignorance led to the dissolution of whatever confusing commitments the two had for each other.

• Jemma Reyes: {Former Boss} Jemma is low on the Glitters' totem pole, and given she hired the Battery that shows how much lower they are in comparison. She was a kind woman, but professional. Jemma protected her girls, and then also her boys when she hired the orphans, but she was never afraid to use them either. It meant something to Locke to be useful, to have his passions and skills taken seriously, but as time wore on he felt more and more like a tool than a person. He parted from Jemma and the Glitters on good terms, and sometimes still does work for them, but the times where Jemma called the shots in his life are over now.

_{P O W E R S}

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Photokinesis: Locke has the ability to manipulate light by creating photosensitive projections.

Techniques:

• Illusions: In effect Locke's projections are very tenuous force-fields that interact with light in unique ways and can be used to create false images around him. The illusions are fragile, but very convincing and require little effort to be detailed and life-like, enough to easily fool eyes and cameras alike. They can be created anywhere within his range of perception, be any size or shape, and can persist indefinitely unless disrupted or dismissed. More flexible projections can be "attached" to a target, which conform to it's shape and are harder to disrupt.
  
  • Limits: Projections can be disrupted by any small force, resisting breezes but falling apart at a gust of wind or even a gentle shove. Animated illusions have a faint heat-signature and require line-of-sight to maintain, becoming still once outside Locke's perception. Attached illusions are disrupted over a short amount of time, breaking quicker on more active targets. Projections have no sound, taste, or smell, and only the faintest tickling sensation if touched.

• Illumination: At short range Locke can create less complex projections that simply radiate light, from a dim firefly's glow to rays bright enough to sear flesh and scorch metals. This technique allows him to temporarily blind or painfully burn enemies.
  
  • Limits: Projections that create light instead of simply interacting with it are much weaker, and while they can get hot enough that disrupting them is dangerous they are short-lived and immediately broken on direct contact with solid objects. Locke's range for light-bearing projections is severely limited, working only barely outside of arm's reach, and cannot be attached to a target.

• Invisibility: The last kind of projection doesn't manipulate or create light, but becomes immune to it. Invisibility projections are totally intangible, which means they cannot be disrupted by material objects. They are also three-dimensional, which creates a space inside them that cannot be seen from outside the projection. Invisibility can also be attached to a target, unlike illuminations.
  
  • Limits: The durability of invisibility projections is determined by light-level, greater exposure to bright light causing the projection to become disrupted faster. There is a hard limit on their size, about the size of a football goal structure, and the previous limitation on attached projections stacks - an attached invisibility projection would quickly disrupt from the effects of a bright environment and an active target.

Weaknesses: Locke can only create or manipulate his projections if they're within eyesight, meaning he cannot send his power through technology such as cameras. While they do persist after he breaks line-of-sight with his projections, they will become blurry and inanimate. His powers are easily disrupted, broken by as little force as shooing away a fly, causing the projections and their effects to instantly disperse. Focus is required to maintain each projection, and overlapping projections tend to disrupt each other.

[Ceta de Cloyes]

Heatsink

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C: thuban_x

Heatsink

"Nope. Didn't happen. No idea what you're talkin' about." [Internal panic intensifies.]

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[ NAME ]

Genesis Loveday Harmse.

[ HERO IDENTITY ]

Heatsink.

[ NICKNAME/ALIAS ]

Gene, Sunny, @sunshowertv.

[ AGE ]

20.

[ GENDER ]

he/they.

[ AFFILIATION ]

H.E.R.O., Starbright Foundation, SunshowerLive

[ APPEARANCE ]

Gene is on the tall side, an even 180 cm, or 5'11, and he maintains a mediocre level of fitness. Though he is not particularly defined, he is relatively in shape, with broad shoulders and a trim waist. Gene has thick dark hair that he keeps short, but he doesn't spend much time styling it, leaving it messy out of laziness, and the same can be said of his face; he is almost never clean shaven, but neither is it long or bushy, instead he's commonly seen with a smattering of sparse stubble and haphazard sideburns. His skin is pale from being a bit of a shut-in, and it does him no favors when he blushes, even a light flush will turn him red from the tips of his ears to the bottom of his chest. His most notable features are his eyes, which are an obvious and unmistakable crimson- and when he uses his powers, they flare with a fiery-orange glow.

Casual

C: NaitouRSE

His eyesight is not particularly good, so Gene wears thin wire-frame glasses to read, and puts in contacts when he needs to dress up - or suit up. As far as clothing styles, Gene's closet is heavily influenced by his younger self's questionable fashion sense; there's nothing quite witch-y or gothic left, but there's a distinct dark academia vibe he puts off wearing the remnants of slim steampunk vests and sharp Victorian collars. He has his fair share of hoodies and sweaters these days, but even still he rarely strays from the almost Transylvanian color palette; all dark reds, deep blacks, and stark whites.

Hero

C: Nick Tagney

Gene's H.E.R.O. suit is a much different look, a full body suit clad in heavy gray metals, somber orange panels, and electric blue lights. It's altogether a sleek armor set, though most of its space is dedicated to thermal regulation and a few techy aids. The gloves are almost never worn, instead carried in his pockets in case he needs them. The helmet is modular, coming in separate pieces for different occasions; the eye protecting tinted visor with integrated HUD is one piece, with a similar lower mouth guard, complete with a solid metal chin guard, a stiff neck brace, and a hidden communications device.

Helmet

C: Vladimir Kildiushkin

[ PERSONALITY TRAITS ]

- Bashful | Gene is introverted and shy, making him easily flustered or off balanced. Complex social interactions are innately stressful to him, and situations requiring leadership or manipulation are doubly so.
- Complacent | Lazy isn't quite the right word, but Gene lacks motivation all the same. His drive to succeed comes purely from outside factors; simply pleasing his peers and trying to survive. Heroism isn't his dream and it shows.
- Amateur | Gene is inexperienced in his latest field, stemming only partly from his youth. His hobbies led him to develop more entertaining skills, and his powers were not fully explored, leaving him with a lot to catch up on.

+ Attentive | Observant and indulgent, Gene is a good friend - and a good spy. He's excellent at gathering and retaining information, as well as putting it to good use. That mostly goes for people, but he's not bad at spotting unusual clues or finding hidden objects either.
+ Clever | A problem solver through and through, he's smart and capable of coming up with original ideas and useful solutions. Gene can invent a new and unique application of his powers on the fly, or take advantage of loopholes, reason his way out of a hostile confrontation - he always has an answer, provided he can keep his cool long enough to look for one.
+ Sincere | In truth Gene is a fantastic liar, and though he values honesty much more he's a natural at deception. Still, he prefers authentic people, and holds those who place themselves at a disadvantage by being forthright in high honor.

[ BIO ]

As you might expect of someone with the name Genesis Loveday Harmse, his parents were a bit... out there. His father was a former military man named Matthys Harmse who went by 'Harm' and his mother was an immigrant named Aelita Chernova who changed her name to 'Hope'. After his father left the military they joined a very cultish new-age religious commune, which Gene was born into. The less said about his childhood there the better, and thankfully they moved back to the city when he was just entering double digits. Unfortunately his parents couldn't cope, blaming each other and themselves for various nonsensical cultish things Gene still doesn't get. It was made even worse when his father, now going by a more normal 'Matt', started working as a manager for a robotics manufacturing company supplying e-Police to the city, and his mother started working as a personal assistant in the H.E.R.O. HQ.

Needless to say, anything his parents were doing held explicitly zero interest to a teenage Gene, especially heroes. Even his manifesting powers as a first-gen superhuman couldn't get more than a few moments of reluctant consideration for the profession. He went as far as refusing entry into the Academy for Junior Heroes just to drive the point home. Instead he dived into the internet, which hadn't been freely available back in Eden's Park, and obsessed over entertainment in all it's 'unholy' forms. By fifteen he was making his own videos and hosting his own streams and blogs. He dabbled in music and gaming and acting, networking with other kids on a variety of platforms for greater exposure. There was a level of comfort in being behind a screen and still being able to reach people, and so he started to help them in his own ways; charity streams and community games and merch giveaways and product reviews. Information and entertainment was his whole thing, and while he wasn't explicitly famous, he had a moderate following across the world and ran in enough of the more popular circles that he wasn't a total unknown to those with the right interests.

By the time he was eighteen he was a mildly successful vlogger known by the handle '@sunshowertv', or just 'Sunny', and had his own platform called SunshowerLive. His next step, now that he was of age and finished with his required schooling, was to take a year off before college and travel some of the world. It didn't quite go as planned; he met some fans, ran a lot of streams, made some vlogs, visited monuments and conventions, and then... there was an accident.

Gene didn't mess with his powers. Sure, when he was a kid he'd suck the life out of some batteries and then breathe fire like a dragon, and he had a couple parlor tricks where he made his eyes glow or turned a glass of water into ice when no one was looking, but those weren't anything worthwhile. So, whilst traveling on a hot train in a hot country on a hot day, Gene realized maybe he should have tested things a little more... intelligently. He'd avoided his powers like the plague, and anything that would encourage his mother's wish for him to be a hero were similarly neglected, but this time he started losing control and that had never happened before. In the aftermath five people suffered severe burns, an entire train car and section of the track had been melted clean through, and Gene himself spent a month in a coma.

There was now an argument he couldn't win. He needed to learn control, and he his powers were capable of a lot more than he thought they were. His mother was finally going to get what she wanted, but if he was going to be a hero he was going to do it his way. During his recovery he reconnected with an old high school friend; Nilin Hong, a kind and open girl who he had learned was becoming a hero herself. He never confided why he had changed his mind about becoming a hero, merely that he soon would be joining her at the company and that he could use a familiar face when he did. There was also a certain organization he'd taken note of in the past, lingering on the periphery of his online channel's various charity drives and community events; the Starbright Foundation. If he was being honest, Gene needed a bit of a primer on the hero scene and a helping hand that wouldn't be overseen by his H.E.R.O. employee mother, so he contacted the Foundation in hopes they could offer a bit of advice and guidance.

Between becoming reacquainted with Nilin, joining Starbright, healing from his injuries, and training his powers, Gene had no more time for SunshowerLive, which had been on mysterious hiatus since his accident. His close friends and regular vlog partners were made aware of what happened, but were asked to keep it quiet. Despite the scarce rumors, or perhaps because of them, Gene has become the subject of incessant conspiracy and speculation. He has yet to act on any advice from the Starbright Foundation regarding his platform.

| MISCELLANEOUS |

- Born on April 13^th, an Aries.
- Pansexual, open to romantic partners.
- Likes books, music, video games, tv shows, and films.
- Dislikes cars, trains, crowds, guns, and alcohol.
- Fears loss of agency, loss of control.
- [ #f7941d ] : [ #fdc68a ]

Abilities

[ RANKING ]

C.

[ POWERS ]

Heatsink | A human heat capacitor, including the ability to acquire, retain, and expel heat energy.

- Siphon | Heat energy can be sourced from most other forms of energy, including open flames, live wires, humid air, sunny days, and even warm bodies. Requires direct contact.
= Store | Accumulated energy can be metabolized, and thus diminished over a period of time. The stockpiled heat cannot be felt by touch, but can be detected by thermal vision.
+ Scorch | Heat energy can be emitted from anywhere, but is most efficiently done so from the hands, causing visible shimmering in the air - if not outright igniting it.

Breathe

C: bonkalore

Note that breathing fire is not great at range, and is the most inefficient of his techniques. It does make him feel cool though!

[ PHYSICAL STRENGTH ]
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3_/10 | Being only of average fitness, Gene's strength advantage comes from being able to soften metals by applying heat, or weaken opponents by sapping their energy.

[ AGILITY ]
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3_/10 | Gene is naturally agile for a human, and flexible enough to be difficult to pin down, but nothing outside mundane possibility. His real bonus comes from his heat-powered jump boots, allowing him to quickly close the distance needed to make use of his power or escape close quarters in a hurry. (With armor? 5_/10.)

[ INTELLIGENCE ]
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2_/10 | Having gone to a normal high school, Gene graduated with high marks, but he's avoided heroism courses and associated training for long enough to leave him disadvantaged.

[ DESTRUCTIVENESS ]
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4_/10 | With clever applications of heat Gene can cut a few holes in the wall, but no more so than any would-be arsonist with a blowtorch. That said, the power of setting things on fire or sucking the energy out of an important generator isn't to be underestimated.

[ LETHALITY ]
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6_/10 | Gene has only two options for powered combat; siphon or scorch. With skin contact he can leech the heat energy out of a person, usually enough to make them stiff and pained for a short time, but in extreme cases he can leave them hypothermic enough that ice crystals form in their blood - though he requires multiple points of contact across the majority of the body to make it effective. On the opposite scale he can apply searing heat at a touch, light enough to gently warm a room or hot enough to blacken flesh in moments.

[ ENDURANCE ]
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6_/10 | It requires active, conscious thought to absorb energy, but Gene is quick enough that unless he's unconscious he won't be surprised easily. Provided he's pulling in heat energy along where the strike hits him, he's effectively immune to most forms of energy attacks.

[ EFFICACY ]
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5_/10 | Gene's powers are in a constant balancing act; store too little heat and he's useless, but store too much and he becomes unstable. However, he has enough ways to acquire and expel heat that it isn't a problem outside of hasty and chaotic encounters.

[ SKILLS ]

+ Dance | Gene attended dance classes in school, which has turned out to be surprisingly comparable to the acrobatics found in gymnastics and martial arts.
+ Video | The long hours sunk into SunshowerLive have given him an edge handling tech commonly used for editing, recording, communicating, and coding.
+ Music | Gene was trained in three instruments; bass, guitar, and drums, and created a few of his own songs on his internet platform.
+ Archer | Recently he learned to use a bow and arrow at a convention abroad, and now continues to practice - totally recreationally.

[ EQUIPMENT ]

+ Booster Boots | Gene's hero suit comes with a pair of sleek boots with slight heels to them. They contain a propulsion system powered and controlled by his own heat energy.
+ Immolation Mesh | The suit is covered by a thin fabric mesh that is highly flammable and can be triggered to ignite on command, giving him a fresh source of heat to siphon.

Relations

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[ Heatsink ]

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[ Harmse Family ]

[ "They joined a cult, do I even need to say anything?" ]
[ Matthys Harmse has practically vanished from Gene's life, despite having each other's number and address. He has a lot of mixed feelings about his father, the whole cult thing is the least of the factors making up their estrangement. He's most upset the man just... let him go. Hope Harmse is an entirely different obstacle; she works as a personal assistant in H.E.R.O. and has strong opinions about heroes and how her son should be one. His disinterest in the profession is entirely her fault, and she hasn't been easy to deal with during the early, messy days of his childhood, but at least she's still around. After his accident they've become closer, and though he'd never admit it, maybe she was right about the hero thing. ]

[ Render ]

[ "Very nice. Bit of a godsend at the moment actually." ]
[ Gene knew Nilin in high school. They were both kids with superhuman powers that didn't go to the Academy, and he remembers her as being kind and confident. They've recently reconnected through text and Gene hopes he'll finally have someone on his side when he joins her at H.E.R.O.. No pressure, but he's kind of pulling a Leia here - "Help me, Nilin Hong. You're my only hope that this doesn't end in tears." ]

[ Starbright ]

[ "Great. No, really, just great. Ugh." ]
[ Contacting Starbright in a desperate bid not to be completely fresh and useless at his mother's mercy in H.E.R.O., Gene had hoped the Foundation would be helpful. In many ways, they have been, but being so new with a less than impressive power... Well, he's certainly learned how out of his depth he is, and if Starbright continues to be so aloof and shallow about his new career then Gene's screwed. ]

[ Dawnbreaker ]

[ "Unbelievable." ]
[ Lucas Vandermon is an entitled little rich boy that has gotten everything he wanted out of life and Gene hates his guts. He didn't want to be a hero, and now his primary role model at the Foundation is the antithesis of all his hopes and dreams. Lucas has all the advantages Gene denied himself; he's pursuing his dream, he went to the Academy, he's extroverted and popular, and he even has a better power. Gene isn't sure if he's green with disgust or envy at this point. He's trying not to think about it. ]